He Wasn’t Always the Face of Evil
What This Is: First chapter of a Biblically-influenced story I’m writing.
Word Count: 3937
Point of View: First person, limited
~Enjoy, dislike, be ambivalent towards, or totally ignore. It’s up to you. ^_^~
Characters: Trunks and Goten
Dislaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT or the characters used.
Summary: It’s fall. Trunks is admiring all of the color and beauty… as well as his best friend.
Author’s Note: This is Trunks’ POV. Also, they boys are teenagers in my world, but they can be any age you want them to be.
*violently throws all TruTen fans at this*
*gets hit in the face by awesomefic*
…guess this isn’t the worse thing to happen to me
It’s strange how, despite our primary basic need being our own survival, we can get to a point where we’d willingly give our lives for someone else.
How our feelings can get so intertwined with someone else’s that their joy is our joy, and their pain is our pain, and we’d do anything to make them happy. But I wonder if there isn’t some selfishness inherent in that? Since we want to keep them from suffering at least in part because we know we will also suffer if they do.
Are we naturally independent creatures choosing to defy nature and submit ourselves to willing dependence on others?
And we like the feeling of dependence, of sharing even the negative emotions of someone else, to the point where we couldn’t imagine life any other way. For some reason, we like needing someone, and we’ve started to identify more as “social creatures” and “creatures of emotion” rather than as “survivalists” or “pragmatists.”
So we have a dependency…on dependency? And that’s the complex, nonsensical, wonderful thing that we call love?
Maybe. I don’t know.