Everything from Dragon Ball Z does not belong to me. Everything belongs to Akria Toriyama! Thanks for your cooperation and hope you enjoy the story! ;3

Hello.

My name is Tatum. I am 16 years old. I have long black hair and dark skin. I usually have a white or pink dress everyday. I am very different from others, everyone wants to fit in while I stand out. I'm glad to be different though, I've gained a lot respect from how I talk to people and such. Most people want to hang out with me, even when they are acting rude.

But this story is not all about me, it is also about Cell. I never understood for why Cell had to kill so many people. He blew up islands and now this morning he broadcasted himself on TV, talking about a martial arts tournament nine days from now and if he wins, he gets to destroy Earth. Scared I was at the time, I even almost cried about it. And now, everyone is talking about him.

MAY 16 3:23 P.M.

LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

I'm itching for the sound of freedom from this class. My teacher's complaints filled the atmosphere with boredom. I raised my chin to the clock, the sound of ticking motivates my eyes in deep slumbersome. I flinched and my eyes opened up, seeing that class is still continuing and my teacher hasn't paused from telling her life. Will class ever end?

"So class, have fun in summer and good luck in 11th grade!" Our teacher ended her speech. Suddenly, ringing approached my ears.

Everyone darted towards the door, excitement, and screams echoed through the hallways. I was last one out of the classroom, delighted for all of the activities I can think of this summer and not have to worry about essays and stressful tests. I drew nearer to the exit, getting close to meet my friends once more. I raised my hand to the air, waving jubilantly to my friends, "Hey guys!"

My best friend Rosetta waved back and so did my other friends, Seamus and Misaki. Rosetta has this dyed bright pink, thin, and slick long hair, wearing a light yellow sundress. Misaki brought up with a messy dark brown bun, though wearing a red qipao. Seamus' hairstyle was normal as usual, his spiky blonde hair shifting to his right while wearing a checkered buttoned up shirt.

Rosetta clung onto me, doing it ever so delightfully, "Hi Tatum! I'm going to miss you!"

I smiled, "Don't worry! We can meet each other over the summer!"

She stopped hugging, and clasped her hands, "I know! My mom said that I can come over to your house this weekend!"

I raised my eyebrows, my smile opened, "That's cool!"

Misaki came about, she bowed her head, giving me a warm smile, "Nice to meet you again, Tatum."

Seamus shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned, "What's up Tatum?"

I smiled, "Hello!"

I gazed at Misaki and saw her eyelids drooped. Her lower lip was quivering.

"I saw him. I don't know why he is doing this." Misaki saddened.

All of us look at each other in confusion. I never saw Misaki sad before, she's always quiet and timid though every day she's in a good mood.

Seamus tilted his head, "What do you mean? Who is this he?"

She exhaled, looking upset, "Cell."

I softly smiled, "Misaki, don't worry about it. He may be strong, but we'll live."

The corners of Misaki's mouth turned up, "Thank you, Tatum. But I'm still worrying."

Out of nowhere, Destiny came to our group. She has blonde curly hair that is covering half of her face while wearing a white fur coat and a light blue ball gown. "You guys are talking about Cell? All of you are scared of him. I mean he doesn't even look terrifying, stupid."

I crossed my arms, feeling annoyed, "Then how about you compete in the tournament?"

Everyone stared at Destiny, waiting for her response. Destiny rolled her eyes, "Hah! Idiot. I bet you won't even go near that freak. So if you mind, I'll be on my way to my bus away from you and your pathetic friends."

I saw her walk away, glaring at me.

"I think you should be nicer to Destiny," Rosetta suggested.

I sighed, "Yeah, but she is being mean to us!"

She raised her finger up, closing her eyes like she is a wise sensei, teaching a lesson to his young students about the arts of the ninja, "Always be nice to a person, and maybe there is good in him or her after all. "

I mean, everyone deserves a second chance. I should be nicer to her. But why talk to a person who is going to be mean to you? Oh well, at least I won't talk to her for about 3 months.

My bus has arrived, so has others. People are hugging each other, saying goodbye. I waved at my friends, "Bye everyone! See you over the summer!"

They all waved at me, "Remember me!" Rosetta shouted brightly at me.

"I will!" I shouted back.

I went on my bus, sat down on one of the gray cushions, and gazed at the window next to me, thinking about all of the things I can do during the summer. The bus started moving, though I watch outside, a smile came upon my face. From all of the stress I had in that school, I can finally relax.

During the ride on the bus, I was sitting behind our substitute bus driver, Mr. Terry. He is a little peculiar. He doesn't look like the type of person who would pay attention to the road. He looks really, drowsy.

I stared at him, perplexedly, "Are you alright, sir?"

He slowly blinked his eyes, "Yeah, yeah," He paused and shut his eyes, "I'm good…"

My eyes dilated in fear, I yelled out, "What are you doing? Wake up!"

But it was too late for him to become aware of my warning. The bus was going like a flash, everyone started screaming for help. Suddenly, a loud CRASH was heard. The bus rapidly rolled over and over, all I could see is myself and all I could hear was screams. Screams that driven me in fear, wishing and hoping that no one dies.

The bus slowly stopped rolling, the screams softened. It made its last roll leaving us and the bus back to normal position. People breaths quickened, in relief that it was all over. I glanced at Mr. Terry who was still having his nap? How?

I tapped his shoulder, "Um, Mr. Terry?"

He flinched and his eyes widened, "Huh?"

I frowned, "We crashed."

He got up from his seat and exhaled, "Another one of these? Alright then. Is anyone hurt?"

Everyone was fine, but they were angry at Terry for causing everyone to panic and lost.

One girl cried, "How am I supposed to get home?"

An athlete complained, "Really? I have a football game that starts in 30 minutes."

The boy that was sitting across from me said, "This is ridiculous."

Mr. Terry faced to the kids, "Alright, alright. Everyone stay calm. I'll get my phon—" He digged his hand through his pants pocket. Nothing was in there. "Oh. Well, I'll get my walkie talkie."

He went through his other pocket, "Oh. I don't have it."

Are you kidding me? Who doesn't have a phone or a walkie talkie if you are a bus driver? Everyone was panicking once again and were texting their parents about the accident. I was texting mine as well.

"Calm down everyone. I don't have my stuff with me so we'll have to search our way out of this forest. Everyone get out of the bus, take all of your belongings with ya, and stick together or somethin'," Mr. Terry informed lazily while pointing at the door with his donut.

All of us lined up and got out the bus. I look at the bus and it was demolished. Who knew that our bus will be like this and us getting lost will be on the last day of school.

Mr. Terry yawned, "Everyone is here? Yeah? Let's go,"

This guy needs to be fired! There was this trail that led to a forest. We followed it and when we were hiking through the forest, there was this boy next to me. He has this light purple hair, and its hairstyle was like a low ponytail. He wore this plain gray t-shirt. He was quite—athletic, I'll say. He must be in 11th grade.

He smiled, "Hey, name's Marshall. You?"

"Tatum," I introduced.

He grinned, "Hey Tatum. This trip is pretty stupid."

I giggled, "It is."

He raised his eyebrows, "I bet your parents are worried, huh?"

"They are super worried. Too bad I don't know where we are," I nervously laughed.

His face turned troubled, "So you did saw Cell on Channel ZTV? He killed so many people, it's frightening."

I smirked, "Yeah. Imagine hanging out with him in a day."

He beamed, "Or a week?"

I scratched my head and laughed, "I can't deal with that."

"I hope that we still live because I have so many plans in the future. I always want to become an astronaut. I've been interested in science and that solar system? It looks cool to be part of the celestial galaxy. The explosions are just magnificent. Imagine being in space, so many colors there is, it is a rainbow-colored painting, made by an artist. It is just—beautiful." He explained.

'Wow. He is.. Nope. Not gonna say it.'

"You really like space," I giggled.

"Huh, yeah I do. Do you have any plans for the future?" He asked.

"Yeah! Speaking of an artist, I want to be one of those manga artists. I started drawing manga since I was nine so I am really good. I'm talking about good," I said proudly.

He grinned, "You are one of those people? I read a little of manga sometimes."

Marshall is pretty alright. Yep. Mmmhm!

Just kidding, he is more than alright. He is dreamy. I'm not the type of person who gets into every guy, but he is awesome. However, already I shouldn't like him, he might do something I probably don't like.

Marshall handed me a slip with his number in it, "Hey Tatum, if you want to text to me, here's my number and we could chat over the summer."

Did he give me his number? That's AWE—pretty cool. Let's not get all too excited. Gotta wait for the moment. Ooooh! Ahem. I want to go to the next scene please.

Thank you!

Marshall came to Mr. Terry to ask about how we can get home faster while I saw some girls staring across from me. There was one girl who was glaring at me really hard. She has this short, bouncy, brown hair and is wearing this green, polka dot dress.

She squeezed me, smiling, "Hi Tatum!"

"Hi! Um. Wait, do I know you?" I questioned.

"No. But I know you." She sing-songed.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, what do you know?"

Her arms released off of me. Her hands turned into fists, her voice darkens, "That you are hanging out with Marshall."

My face twisted, "What is this about?"

"Nothing! Nothing! You silly, it is nothing!" She giggled, but I knew she was up to something.

We have walked for so long in the forest and no one went home yet. How am I supposed to get home at this rate?

Mr. Terry folded his arms, "Everyone, I want you to get with a partner, and I want you and your partner to go around the forest to find some hut or building, whatever. To find help. Just hurry up."

I raised my hand, "What about you? What are you going to do?"

He pouted, "Why are you asking me about this? I am the bus driver. I am much smarter than any of you kiddos, I've got this. So everyone, get out of here."

This is unsafe. We need someone to guide us. Yeah, we are teens but Terry is not suited for the job. I faced my head towards Marshall.

"Was this your idea?" I asked, tilting my head.

He crossed his arms, "Not me. He didn't even listen to what I just said to him."

"What did you say?" I questioned, interestingly.

"I said that there—"

"Hi honey! How are you doing sweetheart?" The girl in the green, polka dot dress interrupted us.

Marshall huffed, "Marcy, what are you doing again?"

Marcy? So that is her name.

"Me hanging out with you. My Marshy." Marcy sing-songed while cuddling his arm.

He looks at her, frowning. "Marcy, we are not dating."

She lifted her chin, "But Marshy, we are meant for each other! We are MM! Marshy and Marcy!"

His eyebrow shifted up, making a confused expression, "Now it is not the time. Do you have somewhere to be with your friend?"

She flinched and let her eyelids fall down. Marcy stopped cuddling and backs away from him. Her eyes opened up once more, and she was twitching her eyes, leaving a psychotic smile. "Somewhere to be? Yes. Yes. I do. I really do."

What is wrong with her? If someone didn't like me, just forget them. She is crazy if she forces him to be with her. Not saying it in a hasty manner. "I'll catch you later, my boyfriend." Marcy stared at us long, it was making us uncomfortable. Her smile and her stare faded away and she skipped back to her friends. That wasoddly weird.

My eyebrows drew together, "What was that?"

"Her name is Marcy. At the beginning of school, I said 'hey' to her in the hallway once, and now she's been over me ever since. Everyone thinks we are dating, but we are not. She's giving me all of these gifts, sending text messages, and she even did my homework once which I was happy about it since she did well on it. It is just crazy." He explained.

I laughed, "Wow. All I can say is just—wow."

He shook in laughter, "I know right!"

He unfolded his arms, "So let's get started then?"

I beamed, "Yeah."

We explored around bush after bush, tree after tree, and we still didn't find anything. I noticed that everytime when I'm not looking at Marshall, he looks at me. Does he like me? If he does, I'm totally gonna freak out. Out of joy, of course. But still, I gotta keep my eye out. Who knows what he can do?

My shoulders slumped, "We are never going to get out of here."

"We will. You just have to believe in hope." He encouraged.

I saw a little bright light from one of the bushes.

I smiled, "Speaking of believing, I found it."

He widened his eyes in excitement, "Really? Sweet. I will tell Terry and the rest. Stay here."

I winked, "Okay!"

I decided to have a peek through the bush. It was a white flat arena, there was a bug-like creature standing in the middle of it. I squinted and realized that he's the monster everyone is talking about. I backed away from the bush. We obviously traveled too far. I was about to leave until I heard someone said, "Come out."

It was him.