A/N: Hello there people. Okay, this is kind of based on Flowers In The Attic by V.C Andrews, but the thing is you see I've never actually read the book cause I haven't been able to find a copy of it in my town, I've read about it and seen the film, which I know is, well, crap. I thought It'd be kind of cool to have quotations from the book in this, being that I don't have the book there aren't any in this chapter. But, hopefully I'll be able to get it in a couple of days. So read and review. Damn, I really should update my other stories before making new ones. Might dedicate the whole weekend to writing and finally update. Also, I've got 2 OC named Banchy & Boxers.
February 10th. The day our lives changed for the worst.
I'll never forget it. Our living room was decorated for his 40th birthday. I couldn't believe he was forty years old, he didn't look a day over thirty.
The party decorations were nothing to extravagant, a few multicoloured streamers on the ceiling, a small white banner above the fire place that read 'Happy Birthday!' in blue lettering. A table with an assortment of party food, sandwiches, pizza rolls, etc, and of course the birthday cake, which I made all by myself.
Mother, Banchy and I took care of organising the party. Cooking the food, buying and putting up the decorations. Trunks and Boxers just sat there whining about how hungry they were and criticising the position of the streamers, when asked if they'd like to help, they soon shut up. Uh, that's boys for ya.
The guests soon arrived, some family friends, some of his work colleagues. Together we waited…and waited. But he didn't show. I felt a little angry, we had worked hard putting this party together and he was late! Humph!
Oh, yeah, it was a surprise. He didn't know we planned this. But still! An unknown amount of time later the doorbell rang. Trunks dove behind the sofa dragging me with him. Ugh, idiot, why would he ring the doorbell of his own house? I scolded Trunks for yanking at me and he made a comment about me being as ugly as my dress. The dress was a pink and white flower pattern fiasco, I hated it, it looked like something an old lady would wear, curse mother for making me wear this thing. So I'll give him that, he was right about the dress. But calling me ugly? Oh, was he gonna pay! But before I could retort to my dim-witted brothers insult mother shushed us both and answered the door. It was a police officer.
"Bulma Dollanganger?" He asked. Mother nodded "Yes."
"I'm afraid there's been a motor accident involving your husband, Vegeta. I'm sorry to tell you this ma'am, but he was pronounced dead at the scene."
No! No! No! No!
That moment my world fell apart.
So here we are, July 10th, exactly five months after that day on a bus going to my mothers childhood home Brief Hall.
A/N: Boring? Short? Just plain sucky? Yeah, I guess so. But it is just the prologue. So next chapter may be less sucky.