Such are, The Twists of Fate
Hey! Yes, I'm back! Hmm..... I think, err.... my other two stories are dead o.O sorry! Don't kill me! But... if ya review em, I might resurrect them ;) This story I hope to actually finish! ::gasp::
Summary
Bulma is forced to leave her beloved home in New York, and live with her aunt and uncle in a small town in New Jersey after her parents were critically injured in a car wreck. The blue-haired teenager must adjust to her new surroundings, make new friends, and *try* not to make *too* many enemies.
This, like all great fanfics, revolves around murder, romance, and just hanging out with friends.
Hope you like! (Please review if you do ;))
~*~Such are, the Twists of Fate: Chapter 1-Prologue~*~
Ring! Ring!
"Mmph."
Ring! Ring!
"G-go away..."
Ring! RING!
"Hello?"
"Oh my god...I'll be there as soon as I can."
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"Bulma, please, you need to eat something."
"Not hungry."
"Bulma, please. They'll be fine, don't worry."
The speaker, an older woman with black hair that was flecked with gray, was trying to persuade a blue haired, blue eyed teenager to eat a plate of food lying on the table next to them. The two were part of a group of many, all sitting in a tiny white waiting room. Some would throw sympathetic glances to the girl every now or then, when they weren't comforting each other.
An uncomfortable silence fell over the assembly as a male doctor in customary white scrubs walked into the room. They all waited with baited breath, anxious to hear the news. But the look on his face said it for them.
"I'm sorry. Mrs. Briefs has just passed away..."
Bulma Briefs sat there, stricken with horror, too numb to speak. She was gone. Her mother, the one who gave birth to her, and raised her, was gone. The emotions running through her were indescribable. Suddenly, it was all too much, and she broke down sobbing.
Everyone huddled around her, hugging her and comforting her, but there attempts to cheer her were fruitless.
'All this... all this pain and misery... just because of that stupid jerk!'
It had happened the night before. Her parents were on the way home from an awards ceremony, where Mr. Briefs was presented with a plaque for inventing some new invention, or something. Bulma couldn't remember. The investigators said they were driving home, when an obviously drunk driver, who was driving down the wrong lane, hurled into them. They were both going over 80 M.P.H., and the results were devastating. She hadn't heard anything of the drunken driver's condition, nor did she care about it. All she cared for was that her parents would make it through the accident, and they could resume their normal lives.
But now, now her mother was gone, and her father wasn't expected to make it through the night. Why, WHY did this have to happen to her? Was this some cruel joke the gods wished to play on her? Well, it wasn't very funny if it was. Bulma wasn't the religious type, but at the moment, she prayed to every god she could think of, and asked that her father live, even if he was to be a vegetable that need round-the-clock care; and she prayed that, wherever her mother was now, that it was a better place, and that she wasn't in any pain.
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Weelllllllll????? Not that bad, is it?????????? crickets chirp Fine... ::cries quietly in a corner:: Hehe j/k ;) Even if I don't get a single review... I shall return! WITH AN UPDATE! Mwuahahahaha!