She Came from the Stars
Introduction: Last of her kind
Tokyocitylights: I own DBZ!
Star Demon: *Hits her the head with a wiffle bat* No you don't, what do you want to do, get sued?
Tokyocitylights: Well, if anyone tries to sue me, they're going to be very disappointed because I don't have any money. He is right in saying I don't own DBZ, but I do own Sarska, Hijalm and the Ujimians, so don't use without asking or Star Demon'll hit you with his spiked club.
Star Demon: I don't have a spiked club
Tokyocitylights: *hands him one* You do now
In the cold, dark void we call space, a silver, streamlined craft of alien design hovered just above the swirling blue and white planet called Earth. In the spacecraft, a young humanoid girl wearing a mid-thigh, white strapless dress that clung to every curve of her body and matching knee- high stiletto platform boots and elbow-length gloves looked out the window she was leaning against.
"That's the planet we're going to?" She asked in a disbelieving tone of voice, wrinkling her well-defined nose distastefully.
"Father always said that Earth is the only planet with life forms that are compatible with our DNA and since we're the only survivors of that massacre back home, we're the ones stuck going to that filthy excuse of a planet." An older male humanoid, wearing a long sleeved, loose fitting white shirt with matching pants and ankle high boots and wrist length gloves told her, looking at the planet with just as much distaste as the girl.
"I know that Hijalm." She said, pushing a lock of her neon red hair, that cascaded down her back like a water fall, behind a pointed ear. Then the craft bucked, throwing the girl off balance. The craft's computer then beeped and said something in a snarling, growling language.
"Sarska, we're getting pulled down by the Earth's gravitational force." Hijalm said, sitting in a chair and flipping three switches on the control counsel.
"Damn." Sarska cursed, dragging herself to the chair next to him, climbed into it, and pushed a button on the counsel.
"We lost control of the ship, we're going to crash." Hijalm said, as streaks of red, yellow, and orange flames streaked past the window as the ship plummeted through the atmosphere and toward a secluded forest.
"Prepare for impact." He told Sarska, but he was two seconds too late, the craft crashed through the trees and hit the ground hard, throwing Hijalm out the front window and Sarska off to the side, gashing her forehead just above her right eyebrow.
"Hijalm, no!" She yelled, crawling out the shattered window, cutting her knees and hands on the glass shards. She found him sprawled face down in the dirt a few feet away, his short, black hair plastered to his head with blood.
"Hijalm?" She knelt down next to him and gingerly turned him over. His face was covered with abrasions and cuts; his green eyes were open, but clouded and void of life.
"Hijalm." She whispered shaking him gently, her piercing blue eyes welling up with tears and falling down her face, streaking through the blood and falling on Hijalm's cheek. The one thing she was hoping he wasn't he was.
He was dead.
She lay her head down on his chest and sobbed. Her brother, the person she grew up with, shared her secrets with, the only person that she can turn to on this strange planet, who understood her, was dead. She cried until her eyes ran out of tears. She just lay there then, lost in a sea of sadness and loneliness as the sun dipped below the treetops.
Tokyocitylights: I love to hear from anyone that took the time to read this, so leave a review and tell me what you thought about it. Remember that I'm flame retardant, so flames don't burn me. Also, I know this was short, introductions to my stories usually are. One last thing, then I'll shut up, if you think I need to change, add, or fix anything, tell me about it and I'll fix it.
Introduction: Last of her kind
Tokyocitylights: I own DBZ!
Star Demon: *Hits her the head with a wiffle bat* No you don't, what do you want to do, get sued?
Tokyocitylights: Well, if anyone tries to sue me, they're going to be very disappointed because I don't have any money. He is right in saying I don't own DBZ, but I do own Sarska, Hijalm and the Ujimians, so don't use without asking or Star Demon'll hit you with his spiked club.
Star Demon: I don't have a spiked club
Tokyocitylights: *hands him one* You do now
In the cold, dark void we call space, a silver, streamlined craft of alien design hovered just above the swirling blue and white planet called Earth. In the spacecraft, a young humanoid girl wearing a mid-thigh, white strapless dress that clung to every curve of her body and matching knee- high stiletto platform boots and elbow-length gloves looked out the window she was leaning against.
"That's the planet we're going to?" She asked in a disbelieving tone of voice, wrinkling her well-defined nose distastefully.
"Father always said that Earth is the only planet with life forms that are compatible with our DNA and since we're the only survivors of that massacre back home, we're the ones stuck going to that filthy excuse of a planet." An older male humanoid, wearing a long sleeved, loose fitting white shirt with matching pants and ankle high boots and wrist length gloves told her, looking at the planet with just as much distaste as the girl.
"I know that Hijalm." She said, pushing a lock of her neon red hair, that cascaded down her back like a water fall, behind a pointed ear. Then the craft bucked, throwing the girl off balance. The craft's computer then beeped and said something in a snarling, growling language.
"Sarska, we're getting pulled down by the Earth's gravitational force." Hijalm said, sitting in a chair and flipping three switches on the control counsel.
"Damn." Sarska cursed, dragging herself to the chair next to him, climbed into it, and pushed a button on the counsel.
"We lost control of the ship, we're going to crash." Hijalm said, as streaks of red, yellow, and orange flames streaked past the window as the ship plummeted through the atmosphere and toward a secluded forest.
"Prepare for impact." He told Sarska, but he was two seconds too late, the craft crashed through the trees and hit the ground hard, throwing Hijalm out the front window and Sarska off to the side, gashing her forehead just above her right eyebrow.
"Hijalm, no!" She yelled, crawling out the shattered window, cutting her knees and hands on the glass shards. She found him sprawled face down in the dirt a few feet away, his short, black hair plastered to his head with blood.
"Hijalm?" She knelt down next to him and gingerly turned him over. His face was covered with abrasions and cuts; his green eyes were open, but clouded and void of life.
"Hijalm." She whispered shaking him gently, her piercing blue eyes welling up with tears and falling down her face, streaking through the blood and falling on Hijalm's cheek. The one thing she was hoping he wasn't he was.
He was dead.
She lay her head down on his chest and sobbed. Her brother, the person she grew up with, shared her secrets with, the only person that she can turn to on this strange planet, who understood her, was dead. She cried until her eyes ran out of tears. She just lay there then, lost in a sea of sadness and loneliness as the sun dipped below the treetops.
Tokyocitylights: I love to hear from anyone that took the time to read this, so leave a review and tell me what you thought about it. Remember that I'm flame retardant, so flames don't burn me. Also, I know this was short, introductions to my stories usually are. One last thing, then I'll shut up, if you think I need to change, add, or fix anything, tell me about it and I'll fix it.