Wilted Daisy's

Having grown up in the slums of the beautiful and clean cut West City does something to a child.
Not having a support system, no family by blood in site, getting adopted by a man who said you can trust him. Who had a kind smile and open palm.
You end up growing in a box, secluded from the world and those who claim to help and make sure things like this don't happen to people like you.
What bull crap.

(Charecters obviously DO NOT BELONG TO ME, they belong to Akira Toriyama.)