Disclaimer: I don't own DBGT or any of its characters.
AN: Hey! This story's pretty much an adaptation of a Korean drama I saw called Miss Majesty. I don't speak Korean and therefore didn't understand, so I made up my own story from what I understood. Please review!
Don't Leave Me Alone
Ch. 1
Let me In
The girls' tired figure shivered in the cold wind storm. She pulled her worn red coat closer around her and checked on the baby under it. Tears welled up in her eyes every time she looked at her little girl. If only she were the product of love. She wiped her red eyes and continued down the quiet street. When she came upon a warehouse, she walked into the open room. It was dirty, and stinky, but it was warm and had a roof, so that's where she sat. She looked at her child, touching it's soft cheek. She smiled at her, feeling her heart warm up. She took off her back pack and pulled out the wool baby blanket and small pillow she used for the child at night. She wrapped up the baby and got up again. Carrying her bundle of joy with her, she wandered around the warehouse until she came upon a flight of stairs. Looking up, she could only see a door. Carefully, she climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door.
In the covered window on the door, she could see her reflection. A tired looking young woman in dirty kakis and scuffed boots, an orange shirt and worn red coat, an orange scarf covering shoulder length black hair, the saddest brown eyes you could ever see, carrying a cute pink little baby. She shook her head and sighed miserably. Never in a million years would she have thought she would be a nineteen year old homeless, jobless mother. When no body came to the door, she tried the knob.
The door opened to a small room with two stands near another door and a few paintings. She Walked to the other door and rang the door bell. Normally, she would have been ashamed of herself to come to some one's door, begging for help, but her baby was sick, and she needed a place to take care of her. She wouldn't let herself go back to the evil people that were supposed to be her parents. Patiently she waited until the door opened. A man with lavender hair and blue eyes opened the door.
"Can I help you?" He asked in a moody tune.
The girl's face faltered as she said, "Sir, my baby is sick, can we stay here for the night? I have no money, but I swear I'll do anything, Sir, please!"
The man looked from the girl to the baby. "No." He said simply.
"Sir PLEASE!" she began, "look at my baby! She's sick; I need help to take care of her. Please sir, I'll do anything!"
He looked at the child for a while, and then answered, "Fine, just don't bother me and be gone in the morning." He said, turning away from the door, leaving it open so she could come in after him.
The girl smiled and bowed her thanks to the man's back as he walked across the room to the kitchen. "Sir, thank you, you are a truly kind man." She sat on the couch and laid the baby next to her, checking the baby's forehead. The child had a fever coming on. The baby whined and began to cry.
The man winced when he heard the baby crying, 'why did I ever let them stay here?' he thought. The girl fed the baby and changed her clothes, finally the baby fell asleep. The girl let out a heavy sigh as she stood up and looked at the baby. She looked so adorable when she was sleep. She walked into the kitchen and sat down next to the man.
"Umm, Sir, thank you, how can I pay you back?" She asked kindly.
The man looked at her. What did he want? "Can you cook?"
"Yes."
"Make me dinner." He said.
The girl got up immediately, looking through his cabinets until she found what she was looking for. Twenty minutes later, they were sitting down at the table eating beef noodles and rice cakes. Although the man tried not to become interested in anyone, he wondered what this young girl and her child were doing homeless. "Where are you from?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She answered in a sad tone of voice.
"Why not?"
"I'm not going back."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen. "
"And you have a kid?!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"What do you mean?"
"I was raped." She answered, ashamed.
"Oh." He looked down, 'I knew I shouldn't have asked.' He thought.
"My parents didn't care. They said I had nothing more to offer and either I got rid of the baby or they would kick me out. I wouldn't deny my child life no matter what, so they let me stay until she was seven months old. Then they kicked me out."
The man looked into his bowl. That sounded like something only a monster would do. His father wouldn't even do that. "I'm sorry. What is your name?" He asked, a little softer.
"Son Pan. The baby's name is Aiko, she's going to be twelve months soon. What's your name?"
"Trunks Briefs Vegeta. I'm the vice president of Capsule Corps. There's an extra room upstairs, you are welcome to use it."
"Thank you, Mr. Vegeta."
"Please, call me Trunks."
AN: Thanks for reading, please review! Tell me if you liked it, or not, or whatever! I won't bite! (Hello, I'm on the computer '__^)
AN: Hey! This story's pretty much an adaptation of a Korean drama I saw called Miss Majesty. I don't speak Korean and therefore didn't understand, so I made up my own story from what I understood. Please review!
Don't Leave Me Alone
Ch. 1
Let me In
The girls' tired figure shivered in the cold wind storm. She pulled her worn red coat closer around her and checked on the baby under it. Tears welled up in her eyes every time she looked at her little girl. If only she were the product of love. She wiped her red eyes and continued down the quiet street. When she came upon a warehouse, she walked into the open room. It was dirty, and stinky, but it was warm and had a roof, so that's where she sat. She looked at her child, touching it's soft cheek. She smiled at her, feeling her heart warm up. She took off her back pack and pulled out the wool baby blanket and small pillow she used for the child at night. She wrapped up the baby and got up again. Carrying her bundle of joy with her, she wandered around the warehouse until she came upon a flight of stairs. Looking up, she could only see a door. Carefully, she climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door.
In the covered window on the door, she could see her reflection. A tired looking young woman in dirty kakis and scuffed boots, an orange shirt and worn red coat, an orange scarf covering shoulder length black hair, the saddest brown eyes you could ever see, carrying a cute pink little baby. She shook her head and sighed miserably. Never in a million years would she have thought she would be a nineteen year old homeless, jobless mother. When no body came to the door, she tried the knob.
The door opened to a small room with two stands near another door and a few paintings. She Walked to the other door and rang the door bell. Normally, she would have been ashamed of herself to come to some one's door, begging for help, but her baby was sick, and she needed a place to take care of her. She wouldn't let herself go back to the evil people that were supposed to be her parents. Patiently she waited until the door opened. A man with lavender hair and blue eyes opened the door.
"Can I help you?" He asked in a moody tune.
The girl's face faltered as she said, "Sir, my baby is sick, can we stay here for the night? I have no money, but I swear I'll do anything, Sir, please!"
The man looked from the girl to the baby. "No." He said simply.
"Sir PLEASE!" she began, "look at my baby! She's sick; I need help to take care of her. Please sir, I'll do anything!"
He looked at the child for a while, and then answered, "Fine, just don't bother me and be gone in the morning." He said, turning away from the door, leaving it open so she could come in after him.
The girl smiled and bowed her thanks to the man's back as he walked across the room to the kitchen. "Sir, thank you, you are a truly kind man." She sat on the couch and laid the baby next to her, checking the baby's forehead. The child had a fever coming on. The baby whined and began to cry.
The man winced when he heard the baby crying, 'why did I ever let them stay here?' he thought. The girl fed the baby and changed her clothes, finally the baby fell asleep. The girl let out a heavy sigh as she stood up and looked at the baby. She looked so adorable when she was sleep. She walked into the kitchen and sat down next to the man.
"Umm, Sir, thank you, how can I pay you back?" She asked kindly.
The man looked at her. What did he want? "Can you cook?"
"Yes."
"Make me dinner." He said.
The girl got up immediately, looking through his cabinets until she found what she was looking for. Twenty minutes later, they were sitting down at the table eating beef noodles and rice cakes. Although the man tried not to become interested in anyone, he wondered what this young girl and her child were doing homeless. "Where are you from?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She answered in a sad tone of voice.
"Why not?"
"I'm not going back."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen. "
"And you have a kid?!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"What do you mean?"
"I was raped." She answered, ashamed.
"Oh." He looked down, 'I knew I shouldn't have asked.' He thought.
"My parents didn't care. They said I had nothing more to offer and either I got rid of the baby or they would kick me out. I wouldn't deny my child life no matter what, so they let me stay until she was seven months old. Then they kicked me out."
The man looked into his bowl. That sounded like something only a monster would do. His father wouldn't even do that. "I'm sorry. What is your name?" He asked, a little softer.
"Son Pan. The baby's name is Aiko, she's going to be twelve months soon. What's your name?"
"Trunks Briefs Vegeta. I'm the vice president of Capsule Corps. There's an extra room upstairs, you are welcome to use it."
"Thank you, Mr. Vegeta."
"Please, call me Trunks."
AN: Thanks for reading, please review! Tell me if you liked it, or not, or whatever! I won't bite! (Hello, I'm on the computer '__^)