Author's Note:
This began after I read Arishia-chan's 'Alicia of Riary, Ally of Anime'. The concept of being able to be in the DBZ world was too good to be true. From the amount of new stories around this concept it would be quite obvious really. Anyway, I started out with the same concept and the same goal (to get with that hunk Vegeta), but after a while it went off on a totally different storyline (even though the ending is still in sight). So I thought I'd just post it up as a different story. I do not know every single detail about the DBZ universe, so I may stuff up here and there, but flow with concept, people. DBZ was created by them anime copyright holding dudes, but the credit for inspiration and foundation goes to Arishia-chan, whose story was marvellously engrossing. --Quinn
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The last thing I remember was a thought… a wish, rather. It wasn't a sentence, more like an emotion, a concept. It was a single longing that flashed through my mind, echoing off the sides of my skull before fading under the darkness of sleep. I swear I heard a voice before I drifted off, saw a glimpse of a shimmering green from under my half-closed eyelids. Now I know that dragon was listening, listening to my thoughts as they floated through the night air. What it was doing there I do not know, how it existed I do not know. It was impossible in my reality… but what is reality, really? What the mind comprehends and interacts with, what the body feels and responds to, is that reality? If so, then your reality is whatever you believe you exist in… whatever you wish to exist in, wherever that is.
I thought I dreamt that I was falling. Falling through the empty space, into the darkness. I was not alarmed, it happened often, when I was falling asleep. Then something zoomed past my left ear. My hair blew in my face, making me blink. My heart stopped dead. I should not feel, much less hear this well in dreams. I blinked again, taking deep breaths, hoping to jerk up awake, safe in my own bed. Yet I still fell, the air rushing past my ears, pulling at my hair. My heart jolted back to life, pummelling my chest wall furiously. The blood pounding in my ears, I tried to open my mouth to scream. Nothing but a terrified whimper was emitted from my rapidly tightening throat, and the sound was quickly left miles behind me as I continued my plunge towards the looming darkness. The darkness called to me, as I felt it cloud over my mind. Succumbing to the heaviness of my eyelids and allowing myself to slip into the comforting darkness, I blacked out.
The sound of the wind rustling through foliage floated into my mind as I came to. I quickly opened my eyes then closed them quickly, hand to my head, groaning at the sudden influx of light into my dazed mind. I pushed myself up with one hand, the other hand still held to my temple. Cautiously, I peeked through one eye. Rocks, red rocks on red earth, red sand swirling in the distance. Where was I? Opening the other eye, I glanced around myself. I was lying in what looked like a red desert, but it didn't feel hot or dry. I stood up swiftly, regretting it just as quickly as my eyes clouded over, threatening to black me out again. I bent my head, hands to my forehead, waiting for the throbbing to cease. When the world stopped spinning, I slowly lifted my head. A glistening in the distance seemed to promise water, and even if it were just a mirage I had to move to clear my mind. I walked slowly towards the shimmering image, relieved when it didn't fade as I approached it. I soon arrived at a large lake, glittering in the sunlight.
I smiled to myself with relief, wincing as my parched lips split slightly. Sighing, I knelt down to drink. I reached out my hand, dipping it into the cool, clear water. As I lifted it out, I suddenly gasped, the water splashing onto the red earth. My heart began pounding again as I examined my hand. It was a beige colour, plain beige, no streaks of red or orange or mixes of other normal skin colours… it was not normal skin. I leaned over the bank to look at the rest of me, and then I wished I hadn't. The person… the thing, which stared back at me wasn't human, at least not by my terms. My eyes were too large, my pupils looked like huge shiny marbles. My nose was merely a protruding polygon, and my lips were pursed and full. My chin was way too small for the rest of my face, giving my overall face a heart shape. A lock of hair fell past my eyes, landing softly to float on the water. That wasn't my hair… it was too long. I stood up slowly, to look at the rest of my body. My hair fell past my shoulders and down to my waist in dark ebony strands. Recognition flooded me pulling in its wake a sense of dread and horror. I was a cartoon… an anime character no less. Those graceful Japanese cartoons with huge eyes and exaggerated hair. I lifted my hands to cover my eyes; it was too much. I took deep breaths, my mind racing uncontrollably. I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing the shorts and white tank top I had worn to bed. My legs were planted beneath me, long and graceful lengths of plain beige. For Pete's sake, I didn't even have toenails.
My heart was numb and my feet felt like lead as I got up to leave. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get out of there. Nearby, I saw some huge round dome shapes protruding from the ground. Something flickered in the back of my mind… I had seen this before somewhere. I slowly made my way over to the dome cluster. They had round portholes in them, they looked like round houses. I stopped short as I saw a figure lying in front of one of the houses. My heart began pounding yet again as I stepped towards the collapsed form. The figure was wearing a cape and some sort of headdress. I gingerly pulled at the figure's shoulder then jumped up as it was rolled onto its back. I was frozen in fear. 'No, no, no, no, no…' I kept saying to myself. Just to make sure, I pulled at the headpiece, or turban, as they called it. Sure enough, two green antennae sprung up from the creature's head. His… no, its, eyes were wide and staring, its face smeared with a dark substance, presumably its blood. 'Namek?' I thought. But that meant that I was in… no, it couldn't be… No!
I recoiled from the body in sheer horror. This had to be a dream, but no… it was too real. Then how? Why? The wind blew again, this time colder. Clouds covered the sun for an instant and I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. I backed away from the body, turning my attention towards the dome house next to me. The door was smashed open, I could see into the small house. The wind blew again, and I hastily entered the shelter.
It was quiet in the house, what disaster came upon this planet I did not want to think about. I had to find a way to get home… or get somewhere safe, somewhere without dead aliens on the ground. The wind howled around the doorway, the broken door creaking. I looked around and grabbed a creamy white robe from the back of a chair. I pulled the smooth robe over my thin tank top and hastily tied the sash. The robe felt warm. Maybe the owner had a high… what did they call it? Chi? That glowing thing that those Saiyan fighting dudes had. The edges of the robe had a deep red silk-like border with bright gold characters against the red.
I stopped examining the robe and sighed as I sat down on the chair. What was I going to do? If I was on Namek then that means that this must have been when the Namekians were under attack… but by whom? I racked my brain, trying to access my limited knowledge of the Dragon Ball cartoon. As far as I've read, the Namekians were only attacked once… by some vegetable dude then ultimately by a gay-looking Freeza guy. 'Good guys,' I told myself, 'Think of good guys here.' I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my weary mind to work. Goku, was it? And his kid, Gohan… and some bald dude with spots on his head. There was a green-haired chick in there somewhere… with a really weird name. Heck, all their names were weird. Bulma, that's it. I opened my eyes again, staring blankly at the floor for a moment. I had to find them. I definitely didn't want to run into this Freeza dude. My stomach growled and I glanced around the room. Namekians only drink water, I remembered from somewhere. 'Great,' I thought, 'Just friggin' great!' I had to find some food quickly, before I passed out again, this time from overwhelming hunger.
I scoured the room, looking for something even mildly edible. My eye came to rest on a long stick sitting by my foot. It wasn't edible, but I noticed a long red ribbon tied from one end of it… like the border of the robe I was wearing. 'Maybe they go together,' I thought. I picked it up and examined it. My stomach growled again, and I sighed. Oh well, at least I had a walking staff. Maybe I could find some food outside.
I wandered between the domes looking for a garden, a vegetable patch, anything. I came upon a patch of oddly coloured foliage, apparently carefully cultivated. Next to the patch lay another body. It was a young Namekian, about my size. I gulped back the sick feeling in my stomach as I wandered towards the patch. I winced as I stepped onto a sharp rock that bordered the patch. I stopped, nursing my foot. My feet weren't made for trekking. How could the jungle people walk barefoot through thorny foliage? I glanced at the Namekian. He was wearing sandals, leather soles with straps that tied around the ankle and calf. 'He won't be needing them,' I thought solemnly as the sick feeling crept back into my abdomen. I gingerly removed the sandals and strapped them on.
"I'm sorry," I murmured to the unhearing Namekian that lay at my feet.
I stepped onto the patch and pulled up a plant. Cautiously I tasted a leaf. It was bitter, but tasted edible… barely. My stomach twisted and I quickly spit the rest out of my mouth. 'Maybe I shouldn't have done that,' I thought, holding my abdomen. The nauseous feeling passed and I gazed towards the horizon. Suddenly a bright yellow streak made its way across the sky of the horizon. Someone was flying. The glow disappeared by a nearby hill. I looked around me then headed towards the hill in the distance, hoping with all my heart that the bright streak was a good guy. In case it was a bad guy, my mind was racing with stories and elaborate excuses I could give to explain my presence on Namek. 'What am I doing?' I thought as I walked, 'Even I don't know why I'm here.' Maybe he'd have pity on me… my situation was definitely pathetic enough.
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Next chapter: Vegeta.
This began after I read Arishia-chan's 'Alicia of Riary, Ally of Anime'. The concept of being able to be in the DBZ world was too good to be true. From the amount of new stories around this concept it would be quite obvious really. Anyway, I started out with the same concept and the same goal (to get with that hunk Vegeta), but after a while it went off on a totally different storyline (even though the ending is still in sight). So I thought I'd just post it up as a different story. I do not know every single detail about the DBZ universe, so I may stuff up here and there, but flow with concept, people. DBZ was created by them anime copyright holding dudes, but the credit for inspiration and foundation goes to Arishia-chan, whose story was marvellously engrossing. --Quinn
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The last thing I remember was a thought… a wish, rather. It wasn't a sentence, more like an emotion, a concept. It was a single longing that flashed through my mind, echoing off the sides of my skull before fading under the darkness of sleep. I swear I heard a voice before I drifted off, saw a glimpse of a shimmering green from under my half-closed eyelids. Now I know that dragon was listening, listening to my thoughts as they floated through the night air. What it was doing there I do not know, how it existed I do not know. It was impossible in my reality… but what is reality, really? What the mind comprehends and interacts with, what the body feels and responds to, is that reality? If so, then your reality is whatever you believe you exist in… whatever you wish to exist in, wherever that is.
I thought I dreamt that I was falling. Falling through the empty space, into the darkness. I was not alarmed, it happened often, when I was falling asleep. Then something zoomed past my left ear. My hair blew in my face, making me blink. My heart stopped dead. I should not feel, much less hear this well in dreams. I blinked again, taking deep breaths, hoping to jerk up awake, safe in my own bed. Yet I still fell, the air rushing past my ears, pulling at my hair. My heart jolted back to life, pummelling my chest wall furiously. The blood pounding in my ears, I tried to open my mouth to scream. Nothing but a terrified whimper was emitted from my rapidly tightening throat, and the sound was quickly left miles behind me as I continued my plunge towards the looming darkness. The darkness called to me, as I felt it cloud over my mind. Succumbing to the heaviness of my eyelids and allowing myself to slip into the comforting darkness, I blacked out.
The sound of the wind rustling through foliage floated into my mind as I came to. I quickly opened my eyes then closed them quickly, hand to my head, groaning at the sudden influx of light into my dazed mind. I pushed myself up with one hand, the other hand still held to my temple. Cautiously, I peeked through one eye. Rocks, red rocks on red earth, red sand swirling in the distance. Where was I? Opening the other eye, I glanced around myself. I was lying in what looked like a red desert, but it didn't feel hot or dry. I stood up swiftly, regretting it just as quickly as my eyes clouded over, threatening to black me out again. I bent my head, hands to my forehead, waiting for the throbbing to cease. When the world stopped spinning, I slowly lifted my head. A glistening in the distance seemed to promise water, and even if it were just a mirage I had to move to clear my mind. I walked slowly towards the shimmering image, relieved when it didn't fade as I approached it. I soon arrived at a large lake, glittering in the sunlight.
I smiled to myself with relief, wincing as my parched lips split slightly. Sighing, I knelt down to drink. I reached out my hand, dipping it into the cool, clear water. As I lifted it out, I suddenly gasped, the water splashing onto the red earth. My heart began pounding again as I examined my hand. It was a beige colour, plain beige, no streaks of red or orange or mixes of other normal skin colours… it was not normal skin. I leaned over the bank to look at the rest of me, and then I wished I hadn't. The person… the thing, which stared back at me wasn't human, at least not by my terms. My eyes were too large, my pupils looked like huge shiny marbles. My nose was merely a protruding polygon, and my lips were pursed and full. My chin was way too small for the rest of my face, giving my overall face a heart shape. A lock of hair fell past my eyes, landing softly to float on the water. That wasn't my hair… it was too long. I stood up slowly, to look at the rest of my body. My hair fell past my shoulders and down to my waist in dark ebony strands. Recognition flooded me pulling in its wake a sense of dread and horror. I was a cartoon… an anime character no less. Those graceful Japanese cartoons with huge eyes and exaggerated hair. I lifted my hands to cover my eyes; it was too much. I took deep breaths, my mind racing uncontrollably. I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing the shorts and white tank top I had worn to bed. My legs were planted beneath me, long and graceful lengths of plain beige. For Pete's sake, I didn't even have toenails.
My heart was numb and my feet felt like lead as I got up to leave. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get out of there. Nearby, I saw some huge round dome shapes protruding from the ground. Something flickered in the back of my mind… I had seen this before somewhere. I slowly made my way over to the dome cluster. They had round portholes in them, they looked like round houses. I stopped short as I saw a figure lying in front of one of the houses. My heart began pounding yet again as I stepped towards the collapsed form. The figure was wearing a cape and some sort of headdress. I gingerly pulled at the figure's shoulder then jumped up as it was rolled onto its back. I was frozen in fear. 'No, no, no, no, no…' I kept saying to myself. Just to make sure, I pulled at the headpiece, or turban, as they called it. Sure enough, two green antennae sprung up from the creature's head. His… no, its, eyes were wide and staring, its face smeared with a dark substance, presumably its blood. 'Namek?' I thought. But that meant that I was in… no, it couldn't be… No!
I recoiled from the body in sheer horror. This had to be a dream, but no… it was too real. Then how? Why? The wind blew again, this time colder. Clouds covered the sun for an instant and I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. I backed away from the body, turning my attention towards the dome house next to me. The door was smashed open, I could see into the small house. The wind blew again, and I hastily entered the shelter.
It was quiet in the house, what disaster came upon this planet I did not want to think about. I had to find a way to get home… or get somewhere safe, somewhere without dead aliens on the ground. The wind howled around the doorway, the broken door creaking. I looked around and grabbed a creamy white robe from the back of a chair. I pulled the smooth robe over my thin tank top and hastily tied the sash. The robe felt warm. Maybe the owner had a high… what did they call it? Chi? That glowing thing that those Saiyan fighting dudes had. The edges of the robe had a deep red silk-like border with bright gold characters against the red.
I stopped examining the robe and sighed as I sat down on the chair. What was I going to do? If I was on Namek then that means that this must have been when the Namekians were under attack… but by whom? I racked my brain, trying to access my limited knowledge of the Dragon Ball cartoon. As far as I've read, the Namekians were only attacked once… by some vegetable dude then ultimately by a gay-looking Freeza guy. 'Good guys,' I told myself, 'Think of good guys here.' I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my weary mind to work. Goku, was it? And his kid, Gohan… and some bald dude with spots on his head. There was a green-haired chick in there somewhere… with a really weird name. Heck, all their names were weird. Bulma, that's it. I opened my eyes again, staring blankly at the floor for a moment. I had to find them. I definitely didn't want to run into this Freeza dude. My stomach growled and I glanced around the room. Namekians only drink water, I remembered from somewhere. 'Great,' I thought, 'Just friggin' great!' I had to find some food quickly, before I passed out again, this time from overwhelming hunger.
I scoured the room, looking for something even mildly edible. My eye came to rest on a long stick sitting by my foot. It wasn't edible, but I noticed a long red ribbon tied from one end of it… like the border of the robe I was wearing. 'Maybe they go together,' I thought. I picked it up and examined it. My stomach growled again, and I sighed. Oh well, at least I had a walking staff. Maybe I could find some food outside.
I wandered between the domes looking for a garden, a vegetable patch, anything. I came upon a patch of oddly coloured foliage, apparently carefully cultivated. Next to the patch lay another body. It was a young Namekian, about my size. I gulped back the sick feeling in my stomach as I wandered towards the patch. I winced as I stepped onto a sharp rock that bordered the patch. I stopped, nursing my foot. My feet weren't made for trekking. How could the jungle people walk barefoot through thorny foliage? I glanced at the Namekian. He was wearing sandals, leather soles with straps that tied around the ankle and calf. 'He won't be needing them,' I thought solemnly as the sick feeling crept back into my abdomen. I gingerly removed the sandals and strapped them on.
"I'm sorry," I murmured to the unhearing Namekian that lay at my feet.
I stepped onto the patch and pulled up a plant. Cautiously I tasted a leaf. It was bitter, but tasted edible… barely. My stomach twisted and I quickly spit the rest out of my mouth. 'Maybe I shouldn't have done that,' I thought, holding my abdomen. The nauseous feeling passed and I gazed towards the horizon. Suddenly a bright yellow streak made its way across the sky of the horizon. Someone was flying. The glow disappeared by a nearby hill. I looked around me then headed towards the hill in the distance, hoping with all my heart that the bright streak was a good guy. In case it was a bad guy, my mind was racing with stories and elaborate excuses I could give to explain my presence on Namek. 'What am I doing?' I thought as I walked, 'Even I don't know why I'm here.' Maybe he'd have pity on me… my situation was definitely pathetic enough.
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Next chapter: Vegeta.