Hi, I exist in real life. I always did want to write fanfictions when I was a kid for fun. It's not great but I think I can get better. If you have any error, it's because ESL, and you can help me fix it if you want. If I want to write more in the future I will find a beta . Have fun.
Quickly he was become used to living in the skin of another man; sleeping between his sheets, albeit not next to his wife, but sharing in meals, conversation, sharing ideas about his condition, even sharing in the laughter and tears of the family he did not remember. Just a few days ago he had been bedridden, unresponsive; dead but not gone. And then, there was suddenly an entity, a mind, a voice-and a lot of questions. Part of him still wondered if this was even real? maybe it was some mind game or hallucination. Maybe he was insane. How could he know? He was a blank. He felt like all his time were uneventful and wasted, and it felt there was something more purposeful he should do, maybe a hobby or a job but nothing fit. Now, he spent most of his time watching Trunks and Goten spar or play video games, taking walks, swimming, or sitting down with a book and a cat to pet.
The Brief family was odd, to say the least, and the idea of them being so lavishly rich bothered him. Bulma was pretty but Bossy and cried a lot and her parents were something wrong with them he thought. Trunks was a good kid, but hyper, and his friend Goten was strange too, but the boys father was weird too. He didn't had tons of time to sit and talk to everyone, but weirdos usually kept the company of other weirdos, he assumed. He didn't completely trust them yet, though they seemed nice; even though he was not this man, 'Vegeta,' (he wasn't sure who he is), and the memories meant nothing to him, they would always constantly remind him he is welcome, but it bothered him that he felt no strong familial tie to them. Even a man without his memories should feel something? How could a man forget his family?