After such a long time, I had finally written a Dragonball Z fanfic (thanks
to all that e-mails esp. Ronin, Simp and Mike who kept urging me to write
more Dragonball fics instead of YYH...). This isn't really a fanfic yet but
if the comments received are positive, maybe I'll continue. ^_^ Please give
C&Cs directed to 'wsiewlee@tm.net.my' and hope that I haven't lost touch of
how to write DBZ fics after six months of Yu Yu Hakusho fanfics. :)
P/S if you don't like seeing Chibi Trunks and Pan getting together, please
don't read on and don't flame me for this fanfic. :) I wrote this fic out of
popular demand by visitors to my page... :p
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True Feelings - Trunks' Story
A Dragonball fic by Siew Lee
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It was eight o'clock in the morning. Rays of sunshine poked through the
ebony windowstill, piercing its warm touch on a human figure. Or maybe not
quite human. The figure's lavender hair was wildly spreaded out on a green
pillow. Bedsheets and blankets thrown all about messily.
The phone began ringing suddenly.
Trunks hate to get up to answer phones while he was sleeping. In an effort
to muffle to the constant annoying noise, the figure on the bed had thrown a
pillow at the phone on the bedside pillow.
Perfect throw! The phone had immediately stopped ringing. The figure heaved
a sigh of relief and resumed sleeping again... Besides, who would be so
lunatical to call in the early morning?
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[Trunks's Story]
I sat on a cliff overlooking the aqua-blue ocean ahead of me. The sea breeze
was blowing very hard, and very cold too. The sky was blue as cornflowers
with little white clouds dotting the entire sky. Maybe it was getting a bit
dark now. Clouds began to form dark shadows and the sky was changing into a
redish hue. The bright orange ball of sun was setting slowly into the
horizon, marking the end of the day. The sunrays blazed fiercely against
the calm waters, yet I sat there, hardly moving at all.
I was 29 years old now, so depressing. 30 was coming soon yet I hardly had
time to enjoy life. No time to enjoy life? Others may think that I was
joking, but I was not. Maybe back during my schooldays, I had really tasted
what was really a true life. I was a notorious playboy, always using my poor
friend Goten for my own purpose, spoilt teenager and many other bad things.
I thought the world will never fall on me as I was the son of a Saiyajin
prince and my mother was the CEO of Capsule Corp. But that time, I was
wrong; I admited it.
Almost laughing out aloud, I lay back on the soft grass languidly. Time
really passed quickly, I was so old and grown up now. Maybe I should find a
life partner; but my resposibility at the Capsule Corp. didn't allow it. I
diverted my thoughts to Goten. He was the son of a lowly Saiyajin warrior,
as my father had always said; but I tend to forget that when I was together
playing with him, or just simply talking to him. Even Goten now had a wife,
and I don't. Sometimes when I see him laughing or talking with his wife, I
had almost felt pangs of jealousy within me. By looks, I was definitely
better looking; by brains, I was also definitely the winner!
Forget about Goten, once he was married, he didn't even visited me more than
twice. My mother was the CEO of Capsule Corp, a genius. I had always
wondered to myself how did my mother get attracted by my father. Their
nature and ways of life were so adverse, so different, so contrasting. Yet,
they got along well. My mother was so hardworking, always so absorbed by
new inventions, but my father was too obsessed with strength and power. He
was always off for some type of training. I sighed melancholily, maybe
opposites attract.
Uncle Goku was so easy going and funny at times. I had really felt the
warmth and caring attitude that he possessed, instead of my father, who
seemed so cold and detacted from the rest. I still train a lot, but not with
my father anymore as I felt that maybe I'm better off training by myself.
Deep down inside, I loved him. I knew he felt the same for me too; but he
would never ever tell it to anybody, not even to me.
Slowly, I blinked open my eyes. It was getting quite late, I ought to go
back home right now, or my mother will grumble and nag on me. On the other
hand... it won't hurt to break the rules once in a while. An evil grin lit
up on my face; I'll spend the night here. It was so cooling and relaxing...
I closed my eyes once again and resumed my reminiscenes of my childhood.
Yeah, it was full of fun, and full of danger. I could still feel the
familiar rush of excitement everytime I was to face any danger together with
Goten. The chilling sensation of fusion dance... Wow ho! That was amusing.
I played around with thoughts and memories... Of all sudden, I thought of
Pan, Gohan's daughter. She had grown into a lovely and vibrant flower after
all these years. Yeah, she was a sweet girl, always that polite and
cheerful. In fact, I felt a strange feeling whenever I was with her, weird.
I had never experienced emotions like that when I was dating other girls.
Nah, she wasn't the correct girl for me. She wasn't wild enough... Maybe
she could be wild... Who knows? I daydreamed on... Outrageous fantasies with
*her*.
Nearly noiselessly, I could sense someone was walking towards me... At last,
that figure sat down beside me... I guess it was just Goten anyway... But I
was wrong...
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