-Disclaimer, I dont own DBZ Id be rich if I did id also be in Japan... Sweet.. This is basically a story about my life put in Fan Ficton DBZ form. --
Our Last Words
The First Day
She was around 16, The typical teen wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, when she walked into the house that late afternoon. Chairs were overturned, things missing...
Were We robbed?
She asked herself as she walked though the house. Her room untouched still, aside from her mom's jewlery box on her bed.
"Mom?"
She called out to the empty air. Nothing was heard back. She coiled her tail around her waist and reached for her cell phone
"Is Liza There?"
She asked lady on the other line
"No, Sorry, She left work already."
She replied back.
"Thanks..."
The young girl hung up her phone as her thoughts trailed off. She was about to put it away when the door opened.
"Mom!"
She said happily, then seeing the tears falling from her eyes walked over.
"Whats wrong?"
She asked with a sad look.
"Hes gone, Your fathers gone..."
"What do you mean hes gone?"
She asked as tears started to fall from her own eyes
"He left..."
She was silent. A week ago the girl remembed her dad telling her he was going to leave to live with his new " girlfriend." She couldnt believe it was really true. Anger and sadness flared up in her saiyan body, but she couldnt do anything now. Her fathr she had know had been fooling around with numerous others. Aunts and Uncles all tried to warn her mom, but she refuesed to listen. And now, He was gone. She reached out and held onto her mother for comfort crying against her.
The first night was hell. Her mom didnt have a bed, just a small mattress on the floor. Her father took everything. The little girl stayed up, sitting up in her small bed, her back against the wall. Her mom was sobbing from the other room kept her up. Terrible thoughts of anger and hate raged through her.
"How could he do this? Just up and leave like we were lower then dirt. The house is a mess... He really didnt love me. He hardly said it anyway."
She spoke softly to herself as she wrote in her journal.
"Hes supposed to care.. Hes my dad. Why would he do that.."
So many questions so much confuesion bursting from the young saiyan as she wrote. Her tears swelling on the page she wrote on, making the words bleed just as her heart was. She continued pouring out questions and pain in her journal until there was nothing left. No more tears were able to fall. She finally closed the book and laid down. She reached up and clicked her light off.
"Why?"
She whispered to the darkness of her room and closed her eyes. It was a while before she fell asleep. Birds had already been chirping outside when she finally passed out. Her mom was up early that morning, cleaning the tornadoed house. The young saiyan awoke to the sound of the vacuum kicking on. She yawned and stretched, then walked out of her room.
"Good morning Onri! Did you sleep well!"
Her mom yelled over the vacuum to her.
"Yeah I guess.."
She said with a shrug.
" Breakfast is on the table!"
Her mom replied and went back to vacuuming. She went to the table and sat eating her freshly made oatmeal.
I guess thats it then... Hes gone. I only have my mom now, life will never be the same..
She thought sadly as she ate, images of her father popping into her head.
"Mom?"
She called out after a few moments.
"Yeah Onri?
She replied after she turned off the vacuum.
"We made it through the first day, What now...?"
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