The 13th dimension.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but I do own myself (I think). There is no profit whatsoever for me, only glory and personal enjoyment.
Authors notes: Yay, I'm an author. . This is my first fanfic ever, and I am happy if i just get one review, though twenty would be nice. This story takes it beginning when evrybody is wished away from Namek, so in the beginning evrything normal, afterwards not so normal. I am aware that throwing yourself in as a character isn't anything new, but I promise that this will be a bit different from the usual ones. For one thing I will try to keep this as realistic as possible, and will not give myself any unfair advantages, however tempting it may be.
'thinking' "talking" mental broadcast
Anyway, on with the story.
Updated notes: Hello readers. This is an old fic of mine, which turned out badly and was abandoned by me. But I will not abandon it anymore. It is time to rewrite the fic, and make it readable and enjoyable for all.
Important explanation: Since this is a self-inserted fic, there may be some things you should know first. There are important differences between author-me and character-me, so to seperate them, author-me is Shantari and character-me is Rebecka. The first thing you should know is that to keep Rebecka from getting too much of a upper hand, she doesn't know anything about DragonBall. She is however much more fluent in Japanese than Shantari is, to even things out a bit. Shantari knows basic Japanese but Rebecka is much better. That is about everything you need to know for now, on with the story.
Chapter 1: Introductions.
Somewhere in Sweden, sitting by a computer, was a 20-year old woman. Her name was Rebecka and she had a hobby of writing stories, though she was for the time being not writing anything at all. She was more or less staring at the screen, pulling in her brown hair while suffering a severe writers block.
'Ahhh, I can't take this any longer,' she thought to herself. 'I'll go for a walk, that always help.'
And so she put the computer in sleeping mode, and went to the front door. Putting on her brown shoes and jeans jacket, she opened the door and went for her usual around the block walk.
Meanwhile in another dimension, about 26 realities to the northwest, on a planet known as Namek, the situation was starting to get really interesting. After the total annihilation of the planets popularity, the only ones remaining alive were a couple of aliens of wich one of them were fighting against the murderer that had killed all the namekians. Freezer, lord and tyrant of the bigger part of known space was this murderer, and he felt insulted that a mere monkey was giving him a run for his money, Supersaiyan or no Supersaiyan. In the meantime in the same dimension, only on a different planet, the mysterious dragonballs had been gathered to make a wish that would make everything allright. Soon enough the sky had darkened and a big and imposing dragon had appeared, asking what wish he was to grant.
As Rebecka rounded a courner, she was thinking:
'It really is understandable that I can't write decent stories, when my life is so incredibly boring, always the same old, day in and day out. I really should get out more.'
Walking further along, she wished that she could have an adventure. In a faraway land, making new friends, fighting for her life, or something like that. She did have a ton of imagination, but she felt that to write as good as possible, she needed to actually experience something adventurous.
Gohan looked at the sky with a surprised look on his face. It had for some unknown reason turned dark. Outloud he asked:
"What's up with the sky?"
"Do I look like a meteorologist to you?" his passenger Bulma asked back.
Meanwhile somewhere else on the planet Namek, the last prince of the Saiyajins had just dug himself out of his own grave and stood, staring at his own hands.
"I'm alive? How the hell did that happen?"
As soon as Rebecka came inside the door, she took of her shoes, put on her slippers and went into the kitchen. She didn't bother to take of her jacket. While in the kitchen she got herself a cup, filled it with water and put it in the microwave. Humming to herself, she went to get a teabag unaware of what was going on in the mind of the microwave. Yes. For reasons unknown the microwaveoven had a mind of its own, a mind that had so far only experienced one emotion. Hatered. Hatered for the humangirl, that had been abusing the microwaveoven for so long. Four or five times a day, the humangirl was there to bother the microwave, making tea or noodles, or those blasted eggs that allways managed to explode, and cover the interior with yolk when she was making them. The oven had decided to end it now and forever, and was starting to prepair itself for the countdown. The last countdown the humangirl would ever know of.
Standing infront of the big (and I mean BIG) dragon, was a little namekian that had been alive for about two minutes straight. Talking to the dragon in a strange language that few knew, earned him the stares of Freezer, selfproclaimed lord of the universe, and Son-Goku, the first Supersaiyajin to emerge in a thousand years.
"Good", bellowed the dragon. "I have understood. Everybody, except for those two, will be sent to Earth."
"What?" screamed Freezer and stared in disbelief as the little namekian disappeared right infront of his very own eyes.
Rebecka was lazingly counting down the remaining seconds of her teawater.
"3...2...1. Finally...WHAT?" she excalimed in shock.
Because at the same time that Rebecka opened the microwaveoven, a blue light flashed over her sending waves of excruciating pain over her entire body until everything turned black. As she slipped into subconsciousness she thought for a moment that she heard maniacal laughter echoing in her head.
In the exact same time, but in a different universe, a little over a hundred people were transported through time and space, when suddenly everything stopped. Some unknown force had interrupted the magic that the dragonballs worked through, causing everyone to stop for a split second. Then the dragonballs turned to stone, and continued together with all the nameks to the planet. There were however three people who were not as lucky as they were instead dragged towards the force that had so abruptely interrupted the magic of the dragonballs.
Vegeta blinked a few times. What was going on? A moment ago he had been standing on the ruined planet of Namek, wondering about his sudden revival, when all of a sudden he had found himself on what seemed to be a completely different planet. He was not given anymore time to think about this, as suddenly a shadow loomed across him and he looked up to see a unidentified falling (and screaming) object.
Gohan had been so completely shocked by the sudden change of scenery, that he had accidentally dropped Bulma. As he looked down, he barely had enough time to make out a recognisable figure before Bulma crashlanded on it. He flew down, gently landing on the ground beside the heap of bodies, staring and shocked still when he finally recognised both ki and face.
Rebecka sat up, still in shock. What had happened? She had never felt this kind of pain before, and she never wanted to again.
'I wonder why the microwave did that, or rather how? The microwave? Now I've really lost it.' Breaking out of her thoughts, she looked up to see a little kid wearing a strange outfit next to a tangled heap of bodies. 'Wasn't I in the kitchen right now? What's up with the wide and open landscape?' She went back to nurse her own headache, while the bodies were untangling themselves.
Bulma was not having a good day. First she had been abandoned for hours on stretch, then rocks had started to fall down around her and now Gohan had dropped her like an old glove on the ground. Wasn't he aware that her body was very delicately structured? She finally managed to get herself upright when she heard a mussled voice from below.
"Get off me, now!"
"There's no need to be rude, I will get off when I damn well feel like it." Bulma said, extremely angered with whoever it was that had somehow turned her bad day worse.
"You'll get off me now!" said Vegeta and threw her off more or less without effort.
She landed on her butt and was not happy about it. Turning around, Bulma prepared herself to bite the head of the guy that had been the last straw on an extremely overstrained camel's back. At the sight of Vegeta, she however turned into a blubbering pool of selfpity and fear.
'Oh my kami, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, this is so not a good day to me.,' she thought to herself. She was desperately trying to keep her fear from showing on her face, at the same time as she tried to calm herself down. What was going on here?
Gohans reaction was instinctive, reaching for Bulma, he pulled her behind him, prepaired to protect her as best as he could. He just hoped that a fight could be avoided, Vegeta had been their ally not long ago, maybe he could talk reason to him. Then he suddenly remembered something.
"Vegeta-san. Excuse me for asking, but didn't you die before?"
"Yes," he said reluctantly. He didn't feel like talking to a halfbreed. "I did, so what?"
"Then, does that mean we're also dead?"
Rebecka was utterly confused, as she was listening in on their conversation. Logically she knew that her being dead would explain a great number of things that were bothering her right now. But she couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. She was too young, she had too many things to do... And why the hell were they speaking Japanese in the afterlife? She knew what they were saying, simple because she had taken classes in Japanese, and was considered to be quite good at it. She looked at her surroundings, for the first time taking in the sights of the place. For as far as her eyes could see, it was a desert of red sand under a purple sky lighted by a bluish sun. For a desert, she didn't think it was that hot. Her attention was brought back to the three strangers, as the short man with the flamelike hair started to speak again.
"I'm not sure myself," Vegeta said, getting himself in composure once more. "One minute I am standing infront of a giant telling me about all the evil I have done earning me a ticket to hell, and the next I am digging myself out of my grave. Yet another minute later I am standing in this completely different place, where a blue-haired Earthwoman decides to lighten up my day by attacking me from above."
"Stop complaining.," Bulma said with a certain ammount of anger. "That wasn't my fault, Gohan dropped me on top of you."
Vegeta gave Gohan the glare of all glares.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta-san, Bulma-san," Gohan was bowing in apology. "I was so surprised that I just dropped her, it was an accident."
"Be that as it may, I still don't have the faintest idea of what has happened, and I must say, it is starting to arouse my anger."
"Well, lets start by taking a look around to get our bearings straight." Bulma suggested, calmed by Vegetas willingness to cooperate. Vegeta just hmphed, while Bulma and Gohan looked around with curious eyes. It didn't take long for them to discover that they were not alone. A young woman of medium height was standing there. She had brown shoulderlong hair that was tied into a ponytail. Her bangs were cut short and she had blue eyes. She was wearing square-formed brass glasses, and had a round face. She was wearing what looked like jeans, a red T-shirt and a jeans jacket.
"Hmm, hello" Rebecka said a bit shyly, feeling shame over having eavesdropped on them, when they didn't even know she was there.
"Hi." said Gohan. "What is your name?"
"Rebecka, what are yours?"
"My name is Gohan, this is Bulma, and that guy over there is Vegeta."
Bulma waved a bit and Vegeta just stood there, not indicating if he had heard anything at all.
"Hi Bulma, hi Vegeta."Rebecka still felt very embarrassed, but didn't show it.
"Hm, Rebecka, was it?" After a nod from Rebecka, Bulma continued: "What is this place called?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," Rebecka answered. "I am not from around here, I didn't even know there was such a thing as a purple sky before."
"So does that mean that you just appeared here, like we did?" asked Bulma.
"I guess so," said Rebecka. "The last thing I remember, was standing in my kitchen, and the microwave attacking me."
"Your...micro...wave...attacked...you." Bulma said with a very disbelieving look on her face.
"I know it sounds stupid, but that's the only way I can explain what happened." Rebecka involuentarily shivered at the thought of the pain she went through.
"What is a microwave?" asked Gohan, looking innocent.
"It is sort of a heating box for food, mainly used to heat up leftovers." Bulma explained.
"You were attacked by a heating box?" asked Gohan, with an incredulous look on his face.
"Hey! It sent some kind of radiation over me, alright!" Rebecka was getting enough of this, she didn't understood what had happened any better then the others did, and she was still irritated after the pain she had been receiving.
"Shut up, you idiots! Whether or not this obviously very weak female was attacked by a kitchen-appliance is none of our concern, we need to figure how we got here so we can get out of here."Vegeta was practically glowing with frustration over having to deal with these weak people, so utterly below his own standards.
Rebecka in her turn was more than a little insulted to be reffered to as weak, especially when she had been doing so much workout to try and get strong enough to start training martial arts again. But remembering the others reaction upon recogniscing the guy, she decided to keep it to herself for once. He seemed kind of dangerous. Plus, he did have a good point.
"Okay, Vegeta-san, how do we figure that out?" Rebecka asked.
What had in her head seemed as a perfectly innocent question, turned out differently when spoken outloud. In the wink of an eye, Vegeta was standing infront of her, grabbing the collar of her T-shirt, lifting her up in the air.
"If I knew that, I would have left you, the brat and the woman to rot here by yourselves a long time ago."
The sinister tone of his voice, the difficulty to breathe, the worried looks on the others faces, all together, it made her head spin. And as sudden as she had been grabbed, she was suddenly released.
"But now, I don't know that," he said with what sounded like regret. "So I can't risk killing any of you, in case one of you turns out to be useful to me."
Rebecka was too thankful to be on the ground again, to even dare think of what he would do once she had lived out her use. She just hoped someone would explain to her what the hell was going on. Preferably before she got killed.