Dragon Ball AGT

Disclaimer: I don't own dragon ball, dragon ball z, or dragon ball gt. The following series belong to Akira Toriyama. I only own my characters, Venezuela, Farrah. No stealing, nor plagiarizing. All credit goes to Akira Toriyama.

Okay first things first, this is my first story so don't criticize! Also, this is a self-inclusion fic, which is very rare, but I did it because I wanted to do something totally out of the box and completely different and daring. So if you don't like this, then don't read it. I have plenty of other stories you can read that aren't self-inclusion. So, NO FLAMES. Now, If you have the guts and are open-minded enough to read this then proceed and read info below this before reading story.

Venezuela aka V-Chan for short: is the fanfiction version of myself, She's a full saiyan, the sister of Broly and her ki increase 10 fold a day. In her normal form she posses the power of a SSJ4 times 2. She's tomboyish, she has pink eyes and waist length black hair that's kept in a high ponytail and she loses control of her ki past her normal form. She wears black Saiyan spandex under her attire which consists of dark green, cargo baggy pants, a white long sleeved shirt, boots similar to Broly's and a tan backpack. Trained under Goku and Vegeta for 1 year before Goku left. Her ki didn't begin to increase ten fold a day until she became a child, probably around 7 or 8.

Farrah: the daughter of Fasha, has purple eyes, the same hairstyle and attitude of her mother and has the ability to heal and ability to copy anyone's attack in a matter of seconds and she just accomplished SSJ2. She wears a black tube top dress over pink Saiyan spandex pants. Trained under Piccolo and Gohan for one year.

Broly: Ki increases dramatically and rapidly as he powers up. The longer he's powered up, the more his ki increases and continue to increases.

ALSO Gohan never stopped training and still possess his mystic ability and has the same hairstyle as his teenage years.

Ages AFTER Prologue: Pan-20, Bulla-24, V-Chan-23, Trunks-34, Mirai Trunks-28, Marron-29, Goten-33, Farrah-20

Couples: B/V, T/P (mainly), Gh/Vi, K/18, V-Chan/MT, and others as well.

Prologue

"I can't believe he left me again!," cried Chi-Chi in despair as she watched Goku take off once again, but this time with Shenron. Was she that bad that Goku had to leave? Why couldn't he just stay? Fresh tears came out of her eyes as she cried louder. She could feel everyone's eyes on her but she didn't care. She was hurt. She was going through so many emotions right now that she didn't even care who saw her like this. This was the first time she broke down like this, and in front of everyone at that. She tried to remain strong and not let things bother her, but she couldn't do it anymore. She just couldn't! She was tired of being strong!

Everyone just watched from afar as they watched Chi-Chi breakdown. They couldn't even imagine what kind of pain or feelings she was going through right now. This had to be about the fourth time he left her like this and every time he did so, she would always welcome him back with open arms with no hesitation. No body really witnessed Chi-Chi break down like this before. She was always strong and determined. This was a Chi-Chi they weren't use to.

Gohan had enough of watching his mother cry so decided to comfort her the best he could. He didn't like when his mother was crying or hurting in anyway. He, along with Videl, approached her and comforted her the best way they could, which was to just hold her. Gohan watched and held his mom as she sobbed hysterically into his chest. The eldest of Goku signed, frustrated that his father left his mother again after countless times of doing so in the past. 'How could his father be so dim? How could he not see the pain he was causing her?' Shutting out his thoughts, he focused his attention back on his mom as he held her tighter while Videl continued to whisper soothing words in an attempt to calm her down.

Pan watched as she witness her grandma breakdown for the first time in front of her, silently watching as her father and mother desperately tried to comfort her. She felt her heart shatter to pieces at the sight. The heartbreak she felt increasing each passing minute she observed the scene in front of her. She clenched her hands unconsciously, not noticing her ki was slowly increasing. She felt sudden anger towards her grandfather. He was so naïve that he didn't even realize when he hurt others. The world wasn't in any danger any longer! He could have stayed! She didn't notice someone was behind her until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding and calmed down instantly, already knowing who it was. Pan signed sadly before unclenching her fists and slowly letting them drop. She shook her head. She couldn't stay mad at him. She sighed, he was too naïve to notice how his actions affected others anyway.

"Hey, are you alright, Panny?, " questioned the owner of the hand.

Pan smiled timidly before turning to face her crush and signed once more and answered, "I'm fine Trunks."

She gazed into his eyes briefly, and then diverted her attention towards the sky, clutching her Grandpa's battered clothes even tighter.

Chapter 1

Friday afternoon

-6 years later-

"I shouldn't be thinking about him like this anymore. Ever since the search for the black star dragon balls happened, it has been impossible to get him out my head. What's wrong with me?," questioned Pan in irritation as she did a roundhouse kick in mid-air.

'It's been six years and I'm still not over him. It's not like he would see me as a woman anyway', thought Pan bitterly as she growled in frustration. She wasn't stupid, she knew he would probably only see her as his little sister anyway. Out of all people, why did it have to be him she fell in love with? Why did she have to fall in love with someone who wasn't guaranteed to love her back? Charging up her power up a little more without turning Super Saiyan, she sped up her punches and kicks with new found energy, desperately trying to divert her mind off the lavender-haired, demi- Saiyan.

After about 3 hours, Pan finished up her training and headed back inside her two-story house. Satisfied with today's training, she headed towards her bedroom and decided to take a well deserved shower. Striping off her sweaty clothes and throwing them on the floor, she entered the steamy shower, moaning in relief as the hot water made contact with her sore body.

Pan smiled softly as the memories from the black star hunt flooded back and laughed softly as she remembered Trunks dressing up as a woman, how reckless her driving was and how even more naïve her grandpa was when she was fourteen. That was probably the time her crush for him started developing into something even more for the Saiyan.

The female Saiyan signed as she turned the water to the shower off and stepped out, flaring her ki in the process to dry her self off. Rummaging through her closet to find something to put on, she finally came across her beige khaki Capri's, navy blue shirt, and her black shoes, similar to the ones she wore during the grand tour, afterwards, she then threw on her grandpa's old pink wristbands. Feeling a bit hungry, she exited her bedroom and headed towards her kitchen, but before she could reach the fridge, the phone began to ring, interrupting her from her motive to get something to eat. Groaning in annoyance at the interruption, she headed towards the phone and answered, not bothering to look at the caller id.

"Hello," answered Pan in annoyance.

"Hey Pan, it's Trunks."

The annoyance Pan once felt was quickly replaced with uneasiness as her heart began to flutter. Ignoring her uneasiness as best as she could, she took a quick moment to gain her composure back. After taking a silent deep breathe in an effort to get her emotions in check, she scolded herself for being such a wreck.

"Oh hey, what's up? ," asked Pan, trying to rid the uneasiness in her voice.

She has always been uneasy around him ever since she admitted to herself that she loved him, but she never showed it. It took her one year to even believe she had feelings for him and another year to accept that she had feelings for him.

"Nothing really," he responded, not picking up on the Pan's uneasiness on the other end of the phone, "I just called to see if you wanted to join Tina and I for lunch today, if you don't mind."

Pan rolled her eyes at the mention of her name. Tina has been Trunks girlfriend for about six months now and sadly they were still together. Tina could fool Trunks, but Tina sure couldn't fool her. She knew her kind and had her suspicions about her. She was just after his money, just like the other girls he dated. But this one was more clever than the rest. She said nothing though, in hopes that maybe he would open his eyes and see the truth. And as much as she hated to admit it, she loved him and didn't want him to get hurt. She shook her head, remembering she was on the phone and said, "No, of course I don't mind. Where and what time?"

"At Kelly's, around 1," replied the lavender-haired man.

"Okay, great. Bye."

Pan let out a frustrated cry, after hanging the phone up. She was never going to get over him at this point. It was a shame she was still love-crazy for the same guy for the past years. Running her fingers threw her hair, a habit picked up from Trunks; she mentally scolded herself for letting her control over her emotions slip. She then took a quick glance at the clock and decided to get ready since it was already twelve O' clock.

"VEGETAA," yelled Bulma angrily as she stomped through the house to give her husband a piece of her mind. Bulma angrily stalked towards the gravity machine, which was basically like her husband's life, and banged repeatedly on the door of the GR. Vegeta growled in annoyance as he heard Bulma banging on the door. He smirked and decided to ignore her and continue training knowing she would be pissed off even more. Which was just what he was in the mood for.

'So you don't want to come out huh?,' thought Bulma to herself after ten minutes of waiting. The blue-haired scientist smirked as an idea came to her mind and eagerly walked towards the control panel and shut down the GR from the outside, knowing she would get a reaction out her Saiyan husband. She then stood back, her arms crossed over her chest, and waited for him to emerge.

A few seconds later Vegeta angrily emerged from the GR, and walked up to his mate who looked equally pissed. Smirking at his mate's anger he prepared himself for the woman's screeching. He mentally shook his head. No he wouldn't wait for her to speak. He was going to do the honors this time. Not giving her the chance to speak he opened his mouth and said, ""What do you want woman? Can't you see I'm training or are you just really that stupid?," he barked.

"What do I want?!," repeated Bulma slowly but angrily, "I want for you to stop destroying the GR bots I build within an hour monkey boy, or it that to hard for your puny mind to comprehend?!," hissed Bulma in annoyance and frustration.

"Only a fool dares to mock me, wench," growled the Saiyan Prince, loving the reaction he was getting out of the woman.

"And only a moron like your self could break something when specifically being told not to," retorted the Blue-haired woman.

"Well woman, maybe you should have made them tougher. You're not as smart as you claim to be, now are you?," replied Vegeta.

"Ugh! Fine! You're impossible! See if I make you anything else you arrogant jerk, you clearly don't appreciate my work," shouted Bulma as she stomped away angrily, heading back to her lab, plotting revenge along the way. Vegeta smirked proudly, as he watched his mate stomp angrily back inside the house, he mentally tallied the score in his head. "V-1 & B-0." He smirked once more and then headed back inside the GR, to finish his training. Sadly, it never occurred to him once that Bulma backed out of their argument. And anyone who knew Bulma Briefs knew she never gave up a fight that easily unless she was plotting something.

Bulla signed in relief as she heard her parents shouting finally come to a halt. Usually there arguments lasted longer then that, but she wasn't complaining. After all, they did argue like five times a day and since she was a half-Saiyan, her ears suffered from the racket they produced every time. Hopefully she wouldn't be deaf by the time she hit forty. Rolling over on her bed, now laying on her back, she signed feeling completely bored. She closed her eyes, and sighed as her thoughts slowly began to drift towards a certain guy with brown hair, whom she was considering breaking up with. He was a complete jerk, but he did have a sweet side that was rarely shown. Part of her wanted to end it badly with him, but the other part of her couldn't. After all they have been together for a little over a year now. She couldn't just leave him…could she?

Interrupting her from her trance, her phone buzzed indicating that she had a text. She sat up on her bed, sliding her phone up in the process, and saw that it was from Marron. She curiously pressed the "open" button to see what her friend wanted. After reading the message and finding out that she wanted to go shopping, she quickly replied and stood up to get ready for the mall. Plundering through her closet for something to wear, she finally came across a red, strapless, knee-length dress and threw it on quickly. Once she was sure she was satisfied with her attire, she grabbed her purse along with her air car capsule and dashed out her room, heading downstairs.

"MOM !," yelled Bulla loudly, "I'm going to the mall with Marron, I'll be back soon," she finished as she ran out the door, not waiting for her mother to responf. If her mom didn't hear her then her daddy sure did.

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Landing on Kame Island, the daughter of Vegeta waited patiently for her friend to emerge. She signed softly as the wind blew her hair gently and watched as a couple of birds landed on top of the sand, somewhat similar to the beaches sand. She turned off her air car and sent another text to Marron again, letting her know that she was waiting. She closed her eyes and relaxed for a bit as the wind continued to blow her hair, not appearing to be in any rush whatsoever. After about ten more minutes or so, Marron finally emerged wearing a pink blouse, white skirt, and pink flats. The daughter of Krillin and 18 happily made her way towards Bulla's air car and hopped in.

"Hey Bulla," greeted the blonde, before buckling up her seatbelt.

"Hey Marron," Bulla replied before reaching for the ignition and turning her air car back on.

"So, which mall is it today?," questioned the pig-tailed girl curiously.

"Hm. I was actually thinking about the mall that just opened," she answered Bulla as she began driving.

"Great. Are we still on for the movies tomorrow?"

"Of course", replied Bulla as she winked playfully and sped up a little more, eager to spend her allowance.

Farrah caught herself just barely before crashing into the ground. She flew up towards her opponent at top speed and threw a roundhouse kick at Venezuela. Already seeing her attack coming, she blocked it with ease before connecting her fist with Farrah's jaw. Farrah stumbled back but regained her composure quickly as she kneed Venezuela in her gut and then in the chin. Venezuela, not at all fazed by the attack she just received, threw her leg into Farrah's side repeatedly and then brought her fists over Farrah's head sending her spiraling down towards the ground. Wiping the blood from her mouth, the daughter of Fasha propelled her body toward her opponent and attempted to leg sweep her. Predicting her next move, the sister of Broly back flipped out of the way, avoiding the attack with ease.

"Good spar, but you're still slacking. You're forgetting the basics Piccolo and Gohan taught you.

"Yeah well, you have an advantage over me. For one, your strength increases daily, and two, you have legendary blood coursing through your veins, so back off," said Farrah bitterly.

"Excuses won't get you anywhere and besides Pan is stronger than you now and the both of you use to be equivalent in strength. I'm just trying help, but you keep getting an attitude every time," replied Venezuela calmly.

"Whatever, and make sure that's the last time you compare me to Pan," said Farrah as she walked off before her friend can retort. She couldn't stand being compared to Pan. It was one of those things you were to never bring up, but yet she did. No one likes being compared to anyone; it seems that no one understood that these days. Venezuela signed in annoyance as she watched Farrah walk away. She knew Farrah was very competitive with Pan and vice versa. She also knew she shouldn't have compared the two, doing that was just asking for trouble. The two reminded her of Goku and Vegeta. Farrah wasn't as distant, arrogant, nor rude as Vegeta, but still. Sighing once more, the pink-eyed Saiyan decided against thinking about their competitiveness and headed towards her and Farrah's house. She knew if she didn't apologize to Farrah, she'd most likely be mad with her and wouldn't talk to her all the way up to next week if she wanted.

Pan signed heavily, as she entered her home and locked the door behind her. She threw her keys on the nearest counter, feeling extremely frustrated. The lunch date she had with Trunks and his girlfriend, Tina, was really testing her sanity. Running her fingers threw her hair, she dragged herself to the living room and plopped herself on her couch. She slowly closed her eyes with hopes of trying to clear her mind, only to have the memories from earlier flooding back.

Flashback

Pan squirmed in her seat feeling completely uncomfortable, as she painfully watched Trunks and Tina endless flirting. They've been flirting every since she got here and that was 40 minutes ago! Deciding that it was best to divert her attention, she quickly forced her eyes off the pair. In a desperate need of a distraction, she concentrated on Bulla's and Marron's ki.

Rolling her eyes at the couple's continuous affection, she signed in annoyance, thinking of anyway possible to escape from the torture. Trunks, picking up on Pan's annoyance and faint sigh, turned his head in her direction, studying her intently trying to figure out what was bothering her. Aware of the feeling that someone was watching her, the female Saiyan felt no need to look up, for she knew who it was without a second thought.

"Hey Pan. What's wrong? ,"questioned the concerned demi-Saiyan.

Making sure to mask all her emotions, leaving nothing to be detected, she turned her head slightly before she answered. "I'm fine Trunks. Really."

Seeing that he didn't buy her response she smiled reassuringly, making sure to make eye contact. Trunks, detecting her lie from knowing her since birth, he opened his mouth to prod her even more, but before he could he was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. Grateful for the interruption, she gladly answered her phone, mentally sighing in relief. Feeling her crush's eye's on her the whole time, she fought to keep back a smile as she quickly explained to him that she had to go and departed from the restaurant before he could retort.

Flashback Ends

She opened her eyes and growled, getting frustrated that her thoughts only seemed to be revolving around Trunks; she decided to do some much needed training. She quickly headed upstairs to change into something more comfortable, in a desperate need to clear her head. Pulling out her dark blue training gi with a red sash around the waist, similar to Gohan's in his teenage years; she threw them on quickly and then headed outside to release her frustration.