#So Perfect#
Everything is so perfect in Dragon Ball/Z/GT so I decided to change it up a little. This is a dark romance between a girl that has lost everything and a boy that has everything. By your lil LB. ^_+
I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL/Z/GT SO THERE! ;p
Chapter 1-Perfect Misfortune
Darkness surrounded her vision as she laid her head on the rubble that was once her home...her once perfect chocolate-brown
hair was matted with blood, and plaster her hair seeming a papery red. A few meters away laid two people...her parents...
both dead. Sirens sounded through the once perfect streets as the meds picked up an injured and two, dead.
^^^^^Orange Star Hospital^^^^^
'My head hurts!' Reaching up to check my head I felt gauzes raped securely around it. Opening my eyes I saw a nurse,
or what I think is a nurse standing above me.
"Were am I" She gave me a sadden expression and shooked her head…what did she know that I didn't know? Were was I? And how did I get here?
"Its Ok hon just let me finish checking you over…"
"What happened are my parents all right?" I asked, my voice screechy. She gave me that damned look again…like…like she wasn't allowed to tell me anything or something…I wonder why.
"Its Ok babe my name is Trudy your nurse…you're fine just have a few knockers on your head, and a few bruises but other then that you're in a perfect condition. Ok well your supposed to see Mr. Johnson…" Her voice was gravely like my History teachers', a tiny sigh hit on every end of her words. What was she babbling about where are my parents…why do I have all these bandages on? Grabbing Trudy's' arm I gave her the best glare I could manage with my sore eyes.
"Why won't you answer my questions…I don't have a clue why I'm here but I am and I want to know WHY," I yelled voice screeching.
"You listen here missy I'm not authorized to tell or answer anything I'm just a nurse…but if you go see Mr. Johnson will answer all your questions…cross my heart no strings attached."
Giving her another quick glare I nodded and she continued on. "Ok hon you go down the hall and take a right at the first door you see open it and take a left then another right until you come to a blue hallway the far door on the right is Mr. Johnson's not the first one but the second one…Oh…" Before she could answer I was out the door and down the hallway, I was determined to see Mr. Johnson and get my get my questions answered.
After fallowing Trudy's complicated directions I came to a musty smelling hallway. Opening the second far door on the right I entered a small old-fashioned desk with a BIG leather chair. "Mr. Johnson?"
"Yes who is it and what do ya want?" Mr. Johnson was an elderly man around 70 with silver hair, he had a big nose that included a lot nose hair that hung out a little. He wore crescent moon spectacles that hug slightly of his nose and to top it of he wore a scowl like he had been waiting for a while
"My name's Pan Son sir and Trudy…one of the nurses told me to come down and see you I want to know why I'm here I don't remember what happened and where my parents are…I was hoping you could tell me"
"Ah yes Miss Son I've been waiting for you… I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you this" I could tell he was using fake emotion but I wanted to hear what he had to say anyway. "But at your house around 7.30 A.M. a bomb was set off at your house killing you mother and father instantly…the doctors think you were outside and were only pushed by the force of the bomb…there is nothing left of your home…They have no idea who set the bomb but " That was about the time I went in to hysterics…that bastered he was making it up…my father could of survived anything…this is all just a sick joke…but I knew it wasn't. "Y-your lying that's not true I mean who would want to blow up house…we had no enemy's…NO YOU'RE LYING!" My throat kept tightening straining my breathing. I gasped for breath and collapsed on the cold hard floor, lungs loosing all air as I did. And then it all wet black.
When I woke up again someone was holding my face and splashing water on me…then it all came back to me like a sick dream that your conscious cooks up once in awhile just to let you know its there.
*Flashback*
It was a regular day for me today…I got up and dressed in my gray itchy school uniform and headed down the stairs. My father, Gohan Son was already up as usual and my Mother, Videl Son was cooking breakfast.
"Hey Panny-chan did you have a good night?"
"Yeah thanks papa," I said flashing my classic smile. Dad said I looked like my Grandpa with that smile but unfortunately for me Grandma died before I was born.
"Hey Pan honey could you go out and get the paper I think your father might want to read it after breakfast?" My mother chirped at me from the giant old fashioned stove.
"Sure thing mama"
Putting on my slippers I stepped outside on to the grass, enjoying the way the dew soaked up into my bunny slippers. 'Damn George he threw the newspapers in the rose bushes again.' Sighing I marched across the yard and bent over to dig it out. That's went I heard it. A big BAM made me stand up on reflex and turn to the house. A bright light of an aftershock hit me head on as little cuts and scratches appeared as rubble and dirt impaled themselves on my body. I practically few across the yard and under the Weeping Willow wear I hit my head, hard...making a large trickle of red blood run down my forehead.
*End Flashback*
End Chapter 1