Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

A/N: It's been years since I've written anything at all besides a college paper. Criticism is a compliment. (A compliment is also a compliment as well, I just enjoy constructive criticism.)

 

Toxic

Prologue

 

The meadow was beautiful and soft, butterflies danced in the gentle breeze. The soft grass caressed her toes and the thin blades tickled her feet gently. Laughing, she lay back onto the blanket and closed her eyes. The sun struck her face and flooded through her eyelids, filling her body with warmth. Rolling over onto her stomach, she casually reached for her book out of the picnic basket.

She frowned as she scanned the front of the book. This wasn't the book she had brought with. The book read Treason: A Historical Account of Betrayal.

“Yuck,” she complained, throwing it back into the basket. “I hate history.”

Just as the book reached the basket's floor, the ground underneath her blanket began to shake and spin. What in the world is going on? She sat up quickly as the scene changed chaotically around her. Frightened, she wrapped the blanket around her body. The sun and the bright blue sky changed to a deep blue and she was suddenly aware of water lapping at her feet in place of the grass.

As the earth literally moved under her feet, she could only guess at what was happening. She stood to gather herself and become more aware of her surroundings. This must be a beach somewhere... She had never seen this beach before and took a few steps into the tide. There was a soft crunch behind her and it startled her, turning her quickly around.

Before her stood a woman and a man, both were arguing with each other. She felt awkward, like she was intruding on their privacy. But being a nosy woman to begin with, she crept forward to hear what they were saying. Startled, she found their mouths were moving but there were no words. The faces of both were indistinguishable, but she swore she knew the woman from somewhere…

As she wracked her keen mind for a face and a name, the woman turned and placed her candy pink eyes straight in her direction, startling her.

“Oh! I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…” she began to apologize, a crimson creeping on her cheeks. But the woman held up a slender hand and winked. She then turned to the man, snapped her fingers and he vanished. She smiled slowly, raising her eyes. Her voice was as smooth as silk.

“Don't worry darling, it was never about you.”