Disclaimers: Seriously, would the owner of DBZ write stories about it? Nor do I own the lyrics from the song mentioned (gomen, but I forgot the name of the group, if anyone reading this knows the name let me know, please)
Warning: Well there will be cursing, as for the rating that will vary as the story progresses. I really need to plan my fics out better. -Walks away grumbling-
To be truthful, this is my first fanfic in over a year, I have been reading many fics, and I have just not had the time to write my own. I can recommend many fics to you, trust me I try to review everyone that I read. This is a total A/U, I don't know whether it is good or not, only your reviews can tell me that. I hope that you review.
I am trying a new approach to my fanfics, my own character mixed in with the Dragonball Z or the GT series. Like I said this is an A/U and if something is out of order you can tell me, but that does not mean that I am going to change it but your suggestion will be taken into consideration. Since I am a Junior I have like a whole lot of tests this year so if updating is irregular, gomen. But you will only know that if you follow the story. Enough of my babbling, on with my first fic in over a year. (A wonderful fanfare plays and salutes me)
" . . . My car is in the front yard, and I'mmmm, I'm sleeping with my clothes on, came in through the window last night, aawoohhhh . . ." Talon McRyns, sang off-key to the rock song as she tried to distract her stomach from the elephants romping around in her stomach. It wasn't working. Neither were the spells she had tried. The feeling was just getting worse. She could not even remember the lyrics to the rest of the song.
Turning down the radio to talk to herself, she said:
" I don't know why I did not stay with Gram. I could've had a very pleasant quiet life."
As much as she knew that is was bad, Talon was happy that she was considered anti-social, it kept unwanted people and advances away. But her Gram had begged her to experience the world and the only means possible for her to do this was to accept a lady named Bulma, invitation to a place called Capsule Corps.
"I really need to stop talking to myself, and yet I still am." (Have you ever done that? I know that I do it all the time and then I mention to myself that I need to stop talking to myself and I say it out loud . . . -crickets chirp- never mind)
"All I know about this organization is that it is a multi-billion dollar corporation. Gram should not have made me leave, she knows that I cannot handle people. Besides I am not fit to go into polite society," the word polite stressed in a very sarcastic way," I mean I don't know how to talk to people without making huge lapse of silences happen."
Frustrated and annoyed, Talon started to concentrate on the long road ahead of her. She needed hot chocolate with sugar in it or something; she had to fight the jetlag. It had been horrible to sit on that plane for over 12 hours. Of course any plane coming from Ireland would take a while to get to Japan. Despite the language and cultural change, the one thing that Talon could be happy about is the fact that her Grandmother had always educated her about different cultures. She knew 3 languages, and was still learning others.
" I have got to give Gram a call as soon as I get there, I miss her already."
Deciding that she had better pay attention to the road if she wanted to get to Capsule Corps, Talon looked at the map she had open on the car seat. Understanding the map a little bit she decided that she knew to get off at the next exit. Looking up to see if the exit was up ahead she noticed a truck and seeing the driver she rolled her window down and yanked her arm up and down. The truck driver honked in response and waved.
She smiled, leaned back in her seat and decided that at least one good thing had happened to her today.
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Looking at the huge signs that announced that Capsule Corps lay five miles behind the entrance gate, Talon let out a huge sigh of both relief and also anger. What type of person wasted so much land on a front yard to a house? The Native American in her growled at the waste of land. This was not even the company. Well, at least she had found the place and had only gotten lost 4 times.
Showing the guard at the gate her temporary I.D. that had been mailed to her one week before her departure, Talon put her car in gear and drove the winding curves to the house. Because she had been paying attention to steering the car correct she had failed to notice the huge house that loomed ahead of her, but when she did notice it, she had to curve her car. How was she to know that they had one of those fancy houses with the curvaceous driveways?
But the house was really something to see; it was huge but painted a boring white.
'Forget the color,' she thought,' that house must have a hundred rooms in it.'
Backing her car up and parking it in a semi-straight line. She pulled down the car mirror and attempted to straighten her hair.
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Inside the house a vibrant blue-haired woman stood giving her family some last minute reminders.
"Vegeta you are not to scare her away before she even puts her stuff away," the response was a hard grunt,
" Bra you are to be nice and introduce her to your friends, and try not to show her you conceited side," the response to that was a chirpy 'yes mom',
"And Trunks, treat her with respect, do not go all sex-crazed on her, control your hormones and your stupidity if you don't want me to do it." the response to this was a half hearted 'yes.'
Happy with the responses, the woman nodded knowing this was the best she would get out of her family and knowing that destiny had brought the girl to them, as a way to reveal all secrets. But if she never got out of her car, then how would everything happen?
What was keeping her?
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Finally steeled enough to get out of her car and realizing that her hair was done to the best of her ability right now, Talon grabbed her purse and folder and jumped out of her car. As she walked up the porch of the huge mansion, she glanced longingly at her car, she still had the chance to jump in and head straight to Gram's house in Ireland.
But glancing at the car did help a little, after all it was the car that her Gram had helped her buy and though it was not new, it was still nice. It was a cute, black, 4-door pickup truck that she adored and though it was gendered as more of a man's car, Talon was sure the car had been made for her. She loved that car, and so she had brought it with her to Japan, and she was glad for it.
Looking away from the car and the happy memories that it brought, she realized that she had reached the door, and was ringing the bell. A loud Beethoven tune followed, and Talon was sure that if she could hear it from outside, inside it could be heard loud and clear. When the bell tune ended, Talon pressed her head to the door, and when she heard hurried footsteps she stepped back.
Brilliant turquoise hair met flaming red and black hair as the door opened. And while the newest occupant to the Briefs house was checking out her hostess, she heard,
" Hi I am Bulma Briefs, and I was your mother's close friend. I am so glad that you came, I just know that wonderful yet odd things will happen while you are here."
Talon blanched at the woman as she snapped out of her trance, and suddenly realized that she too felt wonderful things would happen, that she immediately like this woman, that this woman was too nice to have been here mother's friend, and that lastly, but surely not least that among the wonderful things, bad things would happen too. This not only came from her sorcery power, but also from a deep 6th sense that is inside every human. A deep sense of foreboding that comes with instinct.
As Bulma invited Talon into her house, she suddenly remembered an old nursery rhyme that Gram had taught her, about a spider and a fly. It went,
"Step into my parlor," said the spider to the fly.
Yet, Talon knew that Bulma was not the spider and that though she felt this from her sorcery power and her human instinct she knew that the spider was in the house and that she was the fly.
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Well, that is it for now, um . . . it is like 11:30 at night and I feel happy that I have completed the first chap or Flawlessly Imperfect.
Oh yeah, something that is important that you should remember is that even though the DBZ characters will be sayians, they will be sayians that deal with magic. Sayians are not a brute fighting people, but a brute magic fighting people. Just like with Super Sayians and such there are special levels to each witch, wizard and sorcerer or sorceress.
So review, I need to know if I should continue of just lay off my new idea. Ja and Doomo Arigato. _