This is my first try at writing a DBZ fan fiction. I do not own any of DBZ or its characters, expect for Hazel Draka (which is my character).

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In the corner, a small child hunched over, peering over the side of the wall, covered in the shroud of darkness, as she hides from the prying eyes of the unwanted guest. In the center of the room lays a women, beaten, battered, bloodily and hardly moving, expect for her chest heaving up and down. Her breathing short and sharp, if she is in pain.

A man's boots click against the metal floor, as he grabs a hold of the women pulling her to his eyes level. She has long black hair and beady black eyes, however one of her eyes is swollen shut while the other is half open. She does not show defeat or fear, as she stares the man down, as he bends his head back and forth if searching for something.

She spits into his face, blood splatter across his face, while he rubs it off. "Why you whore," he replies harshly. She smirks, "You will never break me," she mumbles blood seeping out of the corners of her mouth, "I will never be broken, not until the day you actually kill me."

He throws her, hard against the steal walls as he back cracks and pops. A small gasp escaping her lips as she lands with a thump. Her body not moving. "Pathetic, whore," as he rubs his hands on his black tunic if the mere touch of her is disgusting and vile. He even whips his face clean of her vile blood, while he stroll across the floor to another lifeless form in which he repeatedly kicks. The form never moving or making a groaning sound. Short black hair swaying for the body, his clothing tattered and torn to shred, if he too was in a battle. His eyes are glazed over, his mouth wide open, bruising all around his neck. The main cause of his death, a snapped neck.

The young woman groans a little as she tries to lift her head, looking at the snarky man before her, whom seems to be enjoying kicking the man. He walks around the lifeless form, bending down and grabbing a hold of the young women once more as she groans in agony, her arms at her side, unable to move. Her breathing rapid and unsteady, if she will die shortly.

In that moment, her eyes venture to the child in the corner, never giving away the young girl position as their eyes meet for the first time since the exchange of fists occurred hours ago. She kept her face stoic and unemotionally, but yet her eyes told a different story; not to watch what is to come next, however…

Inhaling a large amount of air, as I open my eyes, staring at the red oak beams above my head. My body completely covered in sweat, as I rub my hands over my face and through my hair. The same nightmare has plagued my dreams for the past few weeks, never ending and only allowing me a few seconds more of what is to come to the young child and the women. I do not know the women, man or child in my dreams.

Pulling my covers off my body, I swing y legs over the edge, letting my feet hit the cold floor, cooling down my body and my nerves. I place my face into my hand once more, turning my head towards the alarm clock that read in big bright red numbers: 3:23AM. "Another sleepless night," sighing as I start to stand, "Should probably lay off the late night horror stories."

My two dogs ears perk up if I am speaking to them, as I shake my head, trying to get the ever lasting memories of the two out of my head. I walk towards the bathroom, beginning my daily routine.

I cannot remember much of my past, nor how I came to live in the apartment, however I know that I am a young twenty some year old kid, going to college. And my name is… "Hazel!" I hear someone calling my name in the distance as I turn to find two friends of mine. Their beautiful black and brown hair perfectly straighten and style, along with beautiful complexion and make-up that would make anybody look twice in their direction.

"Morning Shumi and Kini," I reply with a smile as I wave in their direction, whom both seemed to be cheerful and excited as ever. Their arms are intertwined between each other as we walk onto the campus. Neither one of them grabbing a hold of my arms, knowing I do not like to be touched. A habit they have come to respect.

"You know what today is?" Shumi squealed loudly alongside with Kini. I shook my head 'no' even though I knew exactly what today is and why they were cheerful. Not moments later did I hear both the girls squeal even louder, "Oh my, there they are!" I covered my ears, continuing to walk pass them both as they stopped and began to whisper between each other. Ridiculous, shaking my head Always excited to see "the" boys.

Trunks and Goten are the two hottest and sot after men on campus. Every girl dreams of just speaking with them for a second, even though they never do speak. They stare into their eyes and just forget everything coming out of their mouths. They smile and continue to talk. But of course Trunks being the son of the wealthiest Grandfather of Capsule Corp is a bonus. Goten is the best friend of the wealthiest son and has been since childhood or so I have been told, by the two squealing girls.

I even once though they were dating each other, because you never see them apart, however I am completely and utterly wrong. They both have girlfriends or so I have been told once more by my friends.

I am not a popular girl in school nor am I well known, expect for being a loner, unsociable and kinda friendly, which is fine with me. Makes it easier if I need to leave a place. Never have to deal with goodbye, though Shumi and Kini can be considered my friends, but even then, the three of us never truly hang out and if we do, it's a rarity.

Holding my books close to my chest as I continue to walk forward, passing the two dream boys, never glancing in their direction, however I felt their eyes gaze a pond my form. Long black hair and pearly blue eyes and a body of soccer player.

Not likely the attention I am receiving, I turn to face the boys, in which Goten quickly turns away, chatting away with their group of friends, however Trunks keeps his eyes on me for a big longer, before I walk through the doors.

Walking into Class, I grabbed the closet seat to the window, enjoying the rising sun, while other tend to shy away from the light. No fully awake. The days seemed to slow down once in the class, listening to the teacher talk. I tend to give the teachers half of my attention, while I stare out the window, watching as the bird chirp, the white clouds make odd shapes and listen to the wind blow.

I never knew why I enrolled in a college, knowing already a lot of the information they teach. Maybe it is to feel normal in a place that I not feel like I fit in. It could possible to pass the time, in hope of blending in with the population. To live a normal and peaceful life, however that is unlikely. My life is full of mishaps and torment. I have changed five different colleges in the last two years, because of mysterious occurrences happening. I felt it is my doing, hence I leave and start a new life or what new life I can possible deal with.

My eyes wander outside of the window, to the open fields that the college encases, as group of adults ran around the track, warming up for a sporting event. Occasionally the college with have fun sporting events for all whom decide to partake. Shumi and Kini always ask me to take part, however I do not want to draw unwanted attention in my direction.

I come across Trunks and Goten running, along with their club of girls trailing behind them, huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with the two of them. It seems it does not bother either one of them, having girls always trailing them, whispering behind their backs.

I have to admit, Trunks and Goten are handsome young strapping men, however I have no interest in such things, though Shimi and Kini have tried to get me to join their club, however I do not see the pint of daydreaming about two boys that will never happen. They usually call me a party popper or other sorta of words, however this is whom I am.

Staring at the two young men, I caught the glimpse of Trunks looking up, our eyes meeting for a moment. Deep down I felt a deep desire to jump on him, if some unknown force is pulling me towards him. I have kept this a secret from the two friends, knowing they will start to gush and want to talk more about my feelings. I am not too keen on talking about my feeling either. They both believe I am zombie in a girl body.

"Ms. Draka," my last name being called as I turned my attention to the teacher, whom is holding a book and a piece of chalk in her hands. Her glasses a bit big for her head, while her hair is pulled back into a tied bun. "Will you answer my question, Ms. Draka?" My eyes probably looked zoned out. I sigh, "Do I need to repeat the question, Ms. Draka?" with voice being stern and demanding as she reaches my name, if she is scowling a child.

"The answer to your question is the Battle of Iwo Jima," she is taken back by my tone and answer, as she looks down at her book and looking back up in my direction. She pushes her glasses up, leaving a white chalky mark in the center, "Why yes, that is correct." If she is disappointed, while turning back to the board, writing down more information.

I have always had a good sense of my surroundings and can be paying attention two different things.

Turning my attention back to the outside world, with my chin in my palm, watching the events unfold in front of me, as I watch both the purple hair Trunks and black hair Goten run the relay.

The bell rings as I gather my items and leave, debating if I want to continue to go to my classes or take the day off. I decide to go to the College gym and exercise considering I have been expelled out of many boxing and fighting clubs due to beating out many, well all of the men that would spare with me.

I do not remember when or how I became to enjoy boxing and fighting, however I have knack for it or rather it has just felt so natural, hitting a punching bag and occasionally idiots. Though it is bad to say such things. I am not a violent person, or so I hope I am, considering my memories have not reappeared due to my accident two years ago.

Left… Right… Left… Roundhouse Kick… Right… I continued to throw combination punches and kicks, while the music blared in the background, giving me a rhythm to box to. I pay no mind to the attention I receive while in the gym, as other adult lift weights, run on the treadmills or yoga classes.

When I box, I am in the zone that everything around me becomes a big blur and I can actually think for once. I have no worries and no concerns, just me and the bag. Though the bag gets the ruff end of the deal, as I continue to throw punches. With my last punch I accidentally knocked the 100 pound bag off the beams, landing across the room near two people I did not expect to be in such a place.

Both dressed in short shorts, and skin tight tank-tops, their hair pulled back loosely, but yet up out of their faces. A towel is wrapped around Shumi's neck, while Kini holds onto her water bottle.

My chest heaving up and down while I stare in their direction, their faces of complete and utter shock and disbelief. I walked over, sweat dripping down my face and body. The two could not speak, but watch as I pick up the 100 pound bag and hang it back up, getting ready to hit the bag once more, however Shumi finally found her voice.

"Hazel? How did you—" she pointed in front of her to the spot where the bag is hanging. I sigh not wanting to speak, but rather to continue on punching the bag. "Yea. How did you pick that up? Isn't that 100 pounds."

I sigh, placing my hands on the bag as it swing left to right. I placed my head on the bag, looking in their direction, their eyes still big and their mouths open. "It's called training. You build muscle, you can lift heavier items." Afterward I went back to punching the bag, as the two girls continue on, however I could feel their eyes, along with the rest of the area eyes on me the entire time, which I could no longer handled.

Whipping the bag down, I walked out of the gym, more annoyed then when I first entered. Sighing, I walked across campus to one of the buildings that I knew I could venture to the top and have peace and quiet without interrupts.

Looking around the roof top, I find no person in sight as I close the door, as I walk around the corner. All buildings have a railing wrapping around the outer part, as to catch drunken college students from falling over the edge. It has happened once before, thus why the railings and the locked door, however student here are smart enough to know to break a lock.

Throwing my gym bag to the side, I spread out my arms taking in the sun's rays and letting the wind blow through my long black hair. "Beautiful and peaceful…" I did not notice the door creak open, until I heard my name being called, "Hazel?" when I turned around Trunks and Goten were standing there in shorts and a tank-tops, holding bottles of water. It looked if the two were hiding or rather running away from a group of girls.

I sigh, "Trunks. Goten." Nodding my head in their direction before grabbing my bag and heading to the door. Guess I will find no peace today. However as I pass, Trunks grabs a hold my arm, sending shivers and a spark down my body. His touch is warm and comfortable for an odd reason, however I do not let that be known. "What can I do for you?" I ask with a monotone, not really caring. His hand still on my arm, sending more shivers down my spine. I do not understand why I feel this sense or rather urge to jump on him, however I kept that feeling in check. He did not speak at first as his eyes stared into mine. "Trunks?" Goten says waving a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his gaze. "You done?" I ask as he lets go of my hand, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, it's just we never see you skipping class."

I shook my head, as I left but he grabs my arm again, sending another shock wave through my body. "I did not mean to say you had to leave. I just—"

"I know what you meant."

"Then please stay," a smiling Goten behind him as I close my eyes not wanting to stay, but decide to in the end, not knowing what I will be getting myself into later, especially if someone comes up to the roof.

Trunks threw me an apple, he had in his bag, "Thought you may be hungry after your workout." I look at him, shaking my head while throwing my bag down and sitting down, as Goten begins to chow down on a few rice cakes he had bought. Hearty appetite.

"Where are you from?" Goten says in between each of his bites, as rice falls out the sides of his mouth. Trunks punching his friends arm, "Don't speak with your mouth full, idiot." "I come from many places."

"Many places?" Trunks asks while biting down on a rice cakes as well, "What do you mean?"

"I never stay in one place for too long,"

"What about your parents?" Goten asks again, while chowing down on other taste treats. "My parents died a few years back," which after saying I saw Trunks punch his friend in the arm harder, for bring up the subject which only made Goten start to choke on the rice cake. Trunks quickly started to pat Goten's back. I did not mean to laugh, but I could not help it.

Once Goten face stop turning purple, the boys both sighed and Goten took his food slower this time, afraid Trunks is going to hit him again for asking another question. "So Hazel, where do you live now?"

"I live on my own." Goten face brighten up, "Wow! Really?!" which he received another punch from Trunks, this time not knowing why he received one, since it is not a big deal. "Awe, Trunks, what was that for?" This time I could not help but let out a louder laughter. I could see why these two have become close friends, friends that I wish I could relate to however I cannot. Sure Shumi and Kini are great friends, however they are too girly for my taste, as they just want to talk about boys, dresses, clothing and make-up. Not something I dearly enjoy.

"Wow, she can smile," trunks replies with a sly smirk, as I quickly cover my smile as my cheeks turn a bright red color from embarrassment. I did not know why I am blushing for, it is not something I am ashamed of, but rather I feel oddly comfortable around these, if I have known them for years.

Trunks waves his hands in front of him, saying he sorry and that did not mean I had a bad smile or such things. "It's just we never see you smile, before." I sigh, as I grab a piece of my hand and begun to intertwine my finger in it, "Yea—" I stop as my chest tighten. I place my hand on my chest feeling it become tighter and tighter as a strong force hits me. Trunks grabs a hold my shoulder. "Hazel?" he says looking into my eyes, concern and worry written across his face, "Are you okay?"

The force again hits me in the chest, but with more force, as I feel my throat begin to close if someone is starting to choke me. I cough and whiz, trying to break free, "Hazel?" I could hear his voice repeat over and over again, along with Goten worry tone, "What is happening to her Trunks?"

"I do not know," he says turning to his friend and back in my direction as my eyes slowly begin to fall backwards into the eye sockets. I felt Trunks lift my body upwards and begin to carry me as I slowly loose subconscious. I hear a vile voice, "You will not escape child. I will find you and I will get my revenge." Tears streaming down my face as I black out from the lack of oxygen and the pain.