Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ The Abyss ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z… etc blah blah blah…

Sorry if it's a little disorganised. I've been a bad girl and not been writing and reading lots. I'm sorry…

Butterfly

As an aspiring businesswoman with a part time job at my Dad's firm Capsule Corp. I knew how important first appearances are. No one wants to see a guy dressed like a tramp trying to sell him shit. I hated the prissy clothes I had to wear, but as long as I got the sale it was okay.

Anyway. Life was good. I had a nice, ditzy mum and an… okay father, was well off, supposedly happy and clever, but that was before I took a wrong turning.

I attended Orange School High School and enjoyed it thoroughly. I excelled in classes, was well liked and had the most amazing friends. Firstly there was Chi chi. She was fun, clever, if a little stressy at times. Then there was Goku. He was Chi's boyfriend. Although he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, he was definitely the nicest.

And then Yamcha. What can I say about Yamcha except that to my innocent eyes he had seemed perfect?

Then No.18. I'll never know why she was named a number. No one asked since Josh Brown questioned it and started to take the piss. I would have hated to be him that day. With 18 came Krillin. He was a small, bald cutie - but still a tough guy.

One of Krillin's closest friends was Tien. Him and his girlfriend (Launch) are neutrals in my view - neither close nor strangers to me.

Then there was Vegeta. If I hadn't disliked him so much then, I would have described him as a short, dark and handsome stranger. But I did, meaning he was a short, dark prick you wished was a stranger. He was like fire: nice to look at but painful to touch.

I didn't know how lucky (or unlucky depending on how you view my future) I was to have these people as my nearest and dearest.

As you can see my life wasn't just good, it was very good. I can blame its destruction on no other than myself. Or not. I have a strange way of twisting things to be mostly my fault.

Before everything happened, I was a fun and sociable person. I liked to go shopping, listen to rock music and do things like that. Now I prefer to sit in my room with the curtains closed, knife in hand, cigarettes within reaching distance and stare into the abyss that's been created in my soul. What went wrong?