What do you do when you somehow find out you're the last female Saiyan survivor? And is now in the hands of a certain Prince? Run of course. Set after the Buu Saga. Trunks/Oc.
-Marionette-
With one tender hand, I scooped up the remainder of the cornflakes from my small white bowl and popped it into my mouth. I swallowed reluctantly, savouring the sugar coated flavour.
I sigh, putting the spoon down into the white bowl and lean back on the dining chair, resting my hand on my stomach and let my eyes slide shut. It was something I'd grown accustom too in my 18 years of life. I would always eat breakfast at night, even if it meant going against my mothers protest and anger. I've always preferred eating at night.
A yawn escapes my lips as my eyes reopen, staring blankly at the yellow wall opposite me, trailing over the cracks running down in tiny rivers. The apartment I'd recently bought wasn't in the best of conditions. Now my only regret was ever leaving home.
This small apartment flat was crawling with little bugs and parasites and was practically crumbling down. It wasn't even clean ether. Large blotches of mould painting the wall a sickening colour of green.
I groaned and sat up, before slouching forward onto the old single brown table, hiding my face in my arms. 'Leaving home was a huge mistake…' I thought, sniffing sadly. And as if simultaneously, the flash of my mothers grinning face flashed in my mind. Her laughing line permanent on her soft and aged face, and green eyes that sparkled with happiness and enthusiasm.
Another hopeless sigh escaped me. 'Why did I even leave home anyway?' I wondered 'Oh yeah, to stop burdening mom…' I sniff again, burring my face into my arms as I held myself together. Mom called a bunch of times, and sometimes I'd just let it ring until she just left a message. I don't know why I did though. Maybe to show her how busy I was?
I shook my head. No, I wasn't busy. I really wasn't. All I did was work for an hour a day, sometimes even half an hour. Then I would be stuck in the flat for the remainder of the day. I knew for a fact I was slipping into a form of depression. I missed my old room I missed our warm and welcoming home. But I missed mom most of all.
I sighed one last time, yawning quietly, allowing myself to fall into a state of resting. My only thought 'I wish I could go home…'
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