You see a dimly lit stage with a microphone standing on it. There is a person behind the mike, but you can't see her because it's too dark. "Good evening," she says. She sounds like Alfred Hitchcock in the old show "Alfred Hitchcock presents..." "And welcome to alanna-" She is violently shoved to the side by another person you can't see.

A third person comes into view. "Thanks Kermit!" she says, handing the second a twenty-dollar bill. She snaps her fingers and the lights come on. The girl is average height with brown hair that's pulled back into a high, bouncy ponytail and a REALLY big obnoxious smile. "Okay, hello everyone!! My name's Giggle! I'm one of alannapurple's multiple personalities. I'm gonna be introducing her fic," her face falls, and she thinks a minute. "Oh, wait. What's the name of that fic, again?"

"Going Back," a voice off stage calls.

"Yes, that's it!" Giggle says brightly. Then she looks off stage to where the voice came from. "Uh-oh..."

"Kermit, get her!" the fourth voice commands.

Giggle runs off stage, with Kermit (the second girl) stalking close behind. The owner of the fourth voice comes on stage. "Hi folks. This is alannapurple. Sorry about all that, I was having an identity crisis." A light above the stage blinks "Applause". There is silence. "Alright, don't laugh," alannapurple mutters. "Anyways, this is my new fanfic, called "Going Back." Ya, I know the name sux, if anyone has any better ideas, right them in a review. And i know this is a long ass intro." She gets tapped on the shoulder by Kermit, who points slightly off stage. Giggle is sitting tied up and gagged. "Good work. Hold her there for a while," alannapurple tells Kermit. Kermit doesn't move. "What now?" alannapurple asks. Kermit holds out her palm. "Sorry kiddo, I'm broke." Kermit glares. "I can CONTROL you if I wanted to, I don't have to pay you." Kermit glares, but alannapurple glares back. Finally, Kermit backs down and leaves. "Sorry folks, I'm afraid she's always like that. Okay, now on with the story!" She starts to leave, then comes back. "Oh ya, this starts out in L.A. Ya I know the show takes place in Japan, just bear with me for a little, it'll explain its self." She starts to leave again, but then comes back a second time. "And I don't own DBZ either. FUNimation, and some Japanese person does. I do, however, own Kermit, Giggle and Gaper (the first one). I DON'T  own Alfred Hitchcock, or "Alfred Hitchcock Presents..." although I did have to watch several episodes of it in my T.V. production class. Okay, here's the story..." The curtain drops.

The black haired girl walked into the apartment, and dropped her shoulder bag on the hall counter. "Mom, I'm home!" she called, wandering through the building. She found her mom in the kitchen, painting.

The picture was only partially done, but you could start to see what it was going to be. It was also fairly large. It was of a girl looking over the ocean, but you could only see the side of the girl's face, and none of her body. And the look you got was that she was somehow flying. The girl looked at it in awe. "It's beautiful," she breathed. "But aren't you working on the illustrations for that other book?"

"I finished those last night. I couldn't sleep. I got the idea for this right after you left. How was school?"

The girl sighed. "Alright, I guess. Thank goodness it's Friday, right?"

Her mother shrugged. "I guess. Did you have fun swimming with Mal and Claire?"

"Tons. I'm gonna miss Mal when she goes off to college in September."

"It's only May, Kara. You still have four months," her mother responded.

"I know. And I'm going to make the best of them! Mal IS my best friend."

"And Claire is...?" Her mother asked.

"Blonde and boring."

"Kara!"

"What, she is!" Kara retorted. Her mother glared. "Alright, alright. She's not as dumb as she looks."

Her mother sighed. "Kids these days..." she muttered.

"Oh, the weirdest thing happened when we went to Burger King today after swimming."

"I thought you hated Burger King," her mother replied.

"I do, but Claire likes there shakes, and she says it's good place to meet guys, so we went. Actually, she and I went, Mal said the idea was stupid, and waited for us outside. Anyways, I was inline with her, and she was flirting with the guy in front of us so she didn't notice that this guy standing next to us, like leaning against the wall waiting for someone. I don't know who. And this guy, he was staring at me. Actually I think he was staring at my earrings." Kara pointed at her ears, where there dangled a pair of white stone roses, slightly drooping.

"You wore those earrings swimming?!" her mother exclaimed.

"No! I had taken them out and put them in my pocket. I was putting them on while we were in line. So this guy, he was looking at those, and kind of at my face and all. He was cute too, and only about 25 or something. So I caught his eye, and gave him my little 'flirty' smile." She demonstrated. Her mother rolled her eyes. "And that's when the weird part happened. He kinda smiled back a little shyly, and then he blushed. It was so weird. He was really cute, too. He had the most beautiful eyes, they were like, blue at one point, and then they kinda changed to black a little. It was dreamy." Kara sighed. "His hair was a bit unusual, but I won't hold it against him."

Her mother was silent, thinking. "What," her voice cracked a little, "what do you mean by 'unusual'?" she asked.

"It was purple."

There was another bit of silence, this time a bit more shocked than thoughtful. "Are you sure?" her mother whispered.

"Yep, positive. What's wrong Mom, he a friend of yours?" Kara laughed inwardly. She knew this guy wasn't a friend of her mom's, unless he was an old friend from Japan. She knew all of her mom's friends in L.A. This guy was definitely not from L.A.

Her mom didn't respond. Instead, she looked at the painting as if it could give her the answers to all of her unasked questions. "Describe this guy again, Kara, please?" Her mom asked.

"Kind of tall; bluish blackish eyes; straight, purple hair; and around 24 or so. Why?"

Her mother didn't respond, she just stared at the painting.

"Mom?" Kara asked. There was silence. She frowned. Suddenly, the phone rang. She reached around and grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hello, is Pan Son there?" The caller was a man, and not too old sounding, although his voice was urgent. Kara didn't recognize the caller's voice, either.

"Yes, she is. May I ask who's calling?"

Kara heard a faint laugh. "Yes, you may." Kara was silent for a moment. The guy was laughing at her!

"Who is calling?" she asked, a little peevishly.  She blinked when he answered. Kara put her hand on the receiver. "Phone for you, Mom," she told her mother.

Her mother snapped out of her daze. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Some guy named Trunks Briefs..."

dun dun dun...... yes, it's a cliffhanger!! I meant to have this chap be longer, but w/ the inro and all I thought it was long enough. And this seemed like a good enough place to end this page. Be good and review!! Or I'll send Kermit after you! Mwahahahahaha!! She's as fast as lighting, with the powers of a Super Saiyan!!! ::laughs wickedly:: Ok, go review, its the little button below the story, and you don't have to come up with a name yet, cause its just the beginning!! Okay, laters.

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