DISCLAIMER THING! I do not own Dragon Ball Z

or it's characters, trust me, if I did, I wouldn't be

writing this...

Have We Met?: Chapter 1: Interesting

Krillin marched up the stairs of his home, passing by several of his family portraits. His eyes set on finding his daughter. She had cooked herself inside her room for eight straight hours on a beautiful saturday. He didn't know much on teenage behavior, but he knew that this wasn't normal.

His feet came to a stop and he knocked on the wooden door in front of him. His knuckles being gentle not to blast it open. He heard permission to go in.

"Marron! You need to stop overworking yourself! Go outside or something, do what ever it is you young people do!" he ordered.

"Dad! This paper is due in two weeks! I can't procrastinate on this!" Marron explained. Refusing to turn away from her computer.

"Do you hear yourself? Please, do it for me and your mother, take an hour break from this paper, I'm sure it'll be here when you come home." Krillin told his daughter. Marron hesitated, but she knew her father was somewhat right. She was a senior at Orange Star Highschool, and was at the top of her class.

Her hard work and dedication made her crazy, but she knew it would all be worth it. She didn't want to be some fluezy. She wants to be something great. For her; there was no time to dilly dally.

Marron sighed. "Ok dad, I'll take a break. But only for an hour! Then, I'm going back to work."

Krillin grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "That's my girl. Now who's daddy's little bundle of um, what do they call it..." Krillin asked confused.

The blonde teenager gave a chuckle and shook her head. "It's 'joy' dad."

"Oh yeah that's it!" Krillin smiled "Now go out, I'll see you in an hour."

"Hmph, fine. I'll see you later dad," Marron said, hugging her father. She loved both her father and mother very much. They always knew when she needed to a little fun. Marron went to her room, and got got dressed to go to the park. She wanted to take a jog while she was there.

If she wasn't going to get any homework done on this hour, then she could at least build up her stamina. When she was done she went downstairs to see her lovely mother on the couch reading a book.

"I see you decided to take a break, isn't that a miracle..." 18 said to her daughter with a smile.

"Well, father is persuasive..." Marron replied.

"That he is...well I'm keeping you here, go out and relax a bit will you?" 18 said shoeing her daughter.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be back soon." Marron waved to her mother and went outside. "Ok time to 'relax'" Marron stuttered. She arrived at her favorite park. She had spent some of the best times of her life here. The time when she learned how to ride a bike, when she conquered her fear of swings. She loved it here.

"One hour begins now..." Marron said setting her watch. She started her jog. It was always so serene here, so calm. After about thirty minutes she sat down trying to catch her breath. She looked around to see people and children laughing and having the time of their lives.

"They're amazing to watch, aren't they?" asked a voice next to her. She jumped when she heard it, she hadn't even noticed that she had been sitting next to someone. She looked over at the mysterious voice. It was a man. He appeared to be her mom's age, if not a bit older. He had black hair, and features that were strangely familiar. He himself looked familiar to her.

She turned her head to look at the stranger and placed a polite smile. " 'They'" she asked.

"Those people, aren't they interesting?" he asked again. There was a slight tone of distaste in his voice.

"Oh, well, um, I guess so..." she answered.

"Hmph, yes well, don't we all guess at one time or another," he replied, narrowing his eyes into the distance. Marron couldn't stand not knowing who this man was, she felt as if she has met him before.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before?" she asked, unknowingly hoping for a yes.

"No, I'm afraid we haven't. But you do seem familiar to me..." he responded.

"Oh good, so it's not just me who thinks so," she sighed and smiled.

"Well, let me introduce myself, my name is Stephen Beam," he said extending a hand to shake hers. Marron let out a sigh of disappointment. She smiled and extended her arm.

"My name is Marron," she said shaking his hand.

"Well Marron, it was nice meeting you, but I'm afraid I must be going," he smiled and walked away.

Marron couldn't help but think about the person she had just met. He was so calm, and his handshake was weird...it was as if he had knwn her or something. She lost track of time and then realized that she had been sitting there for twenty minutes.

"Erm... I better get going,"

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"That girl was strange," he said to himself. He had to lie to her for some reason, he didn't want anybody to know who he really was. She seemed so familiar, but he didn't know why. It was eating away at him. She did say her name was Marron, but it couldn't be the person he was thinking about, it was too coincidental.

"Hmm, maybe I should just forget about her, it's not like I'm ever going to see her again." he said to himself.

He was walking among hundreds of people, he was tempted to shoot everyone there if they walked any slower. He just had to put up with it.

"Excuse me sir, would you like to buy some cookies?" a girl asked him.

"No," he responded.

"But these cookies are delicious and on sale..." she smiled.

"Don't you know when to quit?" he spat walking away. He hated when humans tried to sell him something even though he's already said no. Maybe he should move to an island or something to get away from these people. He needed to relax, his urge to go wild was growing every day. He needed to let it out.

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"Mom, dad, I'm home!" Marron yelled as she stepped into her house. Eighteen looked up from her book to greet her daughter.

"How was your break?"

"Interesting, it's just I met someone who seems so familiar..." Marron sighed.

Eighteen furrowed her brow and cocked her head. "Who?"

Marron sighed and shook her arms. "He said his name was Stephen Beam, ever heard of him before?"

"Hmm, not that I'm aware of," Eighteen answered, returning back to her leather-bound book. Marron bit her lip and blew her bangs out of her face.

"Was he nice?" Eighteen asked, her eyes never leaving her book.

Marron shifted her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Yeah... You know, he kinda reminded me of someone..."

I hoped you guys liked it! I literally thought of this while I was in my Algebra B class, what the connection is I don't know, but please REVIEW and let me know on how to improve this for you guys. Big Love to all you guys for reading it even if you hate it with all your might, either way, J