THE IMPOSTER MARY SUE

(DBZ DISCLAIMER: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios, Toei Animation, Funimation, and any other involved parties. All canon DBZ characters belong to those parties mentioned beforehand. Leonie Wells, however, belongs to me personally, and may only be borrowed with written permission from me.)


Chapter One: Leonie Wells And Mari Suzette

"Ah, Mari Suzette," Future Trunks breathed, holding his new, gorgeous, blond-haired, violet-eyed mate in his arms. "Without you, my love, we would have never defeated Cell."

"It was nothing, really," Mari Suzette breathed. "Gohan was the real hero who defeated that monster."

"No, Mari Suzette, it wasn't me," Gohan insisted. "It was you who used your incredible Flower Power Shower attack where my Kamehameha attack was weakening. If it hadn't been for you intervening at the very last minute, Cell would have killed me, would have destroyed us all."

"Yes," Goku added. "And if you hadn't gone away with me to convince me to take King Kai and the others back with me to Earth, all of us would have been killed. So instead, today, it was only Cell who perished. You are the true hero, er, I mean heroine, Mari Suzette. We're all proud of you."

"And I apologize for giving you such a hard time when you first arrived," Vegeta told her easily.

Mari Suzette blushed. She couldn't believe, that she, a mere newcomer, had defeated Cell. She had come a long way from being the lost and lonely last living, pureblooded Saiyan female in existence, to being Earth's newest champion. She had won the heart of Future Trunks, convinced Vegeta that she was worth having around, made a friend of the impossibly distant Piccolo, cured Goku of his heart virus faster with her all-healing powers, and handily defeated Cell, after a surge of incredibly new strength that elevated her to SSJ10. Now she was the strongest Saiyan around!

And everyone loved her, but sadly, she'd have to leave her new friends behind temporarily to go to Trunks's timeline with him, to help defeat those androids and Cell. But it would be so easy for her to do so now, even easier than it had been when she had eradicated the Cell in this timeline, with a mere Flower Shower Power attack.

"I love you so, Mari Suzette," Trunks said, kissing her passionately, slipping his delicious tongue into her tender mouth. Mari Suzette kissed him fervently in return and clung to him, wrapping her tail and arms around his handsome, muscled body. They kissed and made out in front of everyone, but no one minded in the least bit, because they were all so happy for them, and their super, wondrous love was an inspiration to them all…"

Leonie Wells smiled to herself with satisfaction after typing those sentences on her beloved, old computer. Her wonderful, passionate Future Trunks romance/action adventure was coming to an end, and she was working on the final chapter. She couldn't wait to publish it at , where she just knew it would be heralded and welcomed by millions of adoring Trunks fans. Every fangirl would love Mari Suzette instantly and cheer her on in her adventures. The reviews would come in for her story twenty, thirty reviews at a time. And all her new fans would insist on writing to Akira Toriyama and demanding that the entire DBZ series be rewritten to include her all-powerful, magnificently beautiful, Mari Suzette. Yes, DBZ fans everywhere would want Mari Suzette around, and they'd buy the action figures made of her, want to be her, draw pictures of her, and talk about her constantly on the DBZ fan message boards. Why even yaoi and yuri fans would want to read about her.

Who wouldn't love Mari Suzette? Mari Suzette was perfect in EVERY way: a five-foot, nine-inches tall pureblooded Saiyan, with golden blond hair, sparkling amethyst eyes, long and shapely legs, basketball-sized breasts, and peaches-and-cream skin. Even her plush, silky tail was golden, like her long, curly hair that was never out of place. Mari Suzette also had an IQ of two thousand, was a gourmet chef, a beautiful singer, a powerful warrior who had never been defeated by anyone, and also a musical prodigy in ten musical instruments. She was also a talented healer who could heal with just a brush of her finger across someone's forehead. Her healing touch would cure EVERY disease or injury, no matter what the ailment was. And her mental powers were phenomenal! She possessed unsurpassed telekinetic, telepathic, precognition abilities, and there wasn't a spell in the universe that she couldn't do.

She was always sweet-tempered, loving, never cranky, and without a SINGLE fault or flaw. In other words, everyone's ideal woman.

In Leonie's story, The Legend Of The Magnificent Mari Suzette, Mari Suzette was a lost Saiyan female who had been on a mission when planet Vegeta had exploded. But when Mari Suzette returned to Frieza, Frieza took pity on the girl and raised her, as if she was his own daughter, treating her like a princess. Of course, Mari Suzette had actually been a noblewoman, the daughter of Vegeta's female best friend, Suzi Mariette, also a Saiyan noblewoman, who had tragically perished on the exploding planet Vegeta. But before mother and daughter had parted, Suzi Mariette had trained and educated Mari Suzette in as many of her talents and abilities as she could.

After Frieza had adopted Mari Suzette, he ensconced her on his home planet, where Mari Suzette learned even more training techniques and talents, becoming more powerful than even her Vegeta. Vegeta supposedly never knew that Mari Suzette survived because Frieza never allowed contact between the two, fearing that Vegeta and Mari Suzette would pair up and produce a child. Also, Frieza was falling in love with his adopted daughter and planned to make her his queen. But Mari Suzette only loved Frieza as a father, and when Frieza made an advance on her, she fled from his empire that night, hiding out from him for years until one day her pod crashed onto Earth, and she ran into Future Trunks and the rest of the Z-crew…

Thinking back on Mari Suzette's story, Leonie sighed dramatically, longing to be Mari Suzette in real life. Mari Suzette had EVERYTHING-magic powers, super strength, all the talents a girl could want…and best of all TRUNKS…Leonie's secret crush.

Leonie's bedroom walls were plastered with pictures of Trunks everywhere; even her bedspread had Trunks's handsome face on it. She lived, breathed, and dreamed Trunks, always imagining what it would be like to be his girlfriend, no, his wife!

But Trunks would want a Mari Suzette, not a Leonie. For Leonie, sadly, was nothing like her fanfiction character counterpart. Mari Suzette was twenty-one; Leonie was eighteen. Mari Suzette was tall, beautiful, curvy, and slender with clear, creamy skin; Leonie was very short, obese, freckled, pale, and pimply, with muddy gray eyes and short, curly dull red hair that would never grow past chin-length. Mari Suzette was extremely smart and knew everything about math, science, and language arts; Leonie had nearly failed most of her classes, except for art, the one area that she was good in. She had just dropped out of high school, and had no future plans beyond her night waitress job at the Greasy Spoon, a diner and bar often frequented by sleazy clientele.

Mari Suzette was popular and confident; Leonie was an outcast whose only best friend, Miranda, had moved away a year ago, so now, she only had her old golden retriever, Sunny, to keep her company. Mari Suzette had a beautiful, melodic singing voice; Leonie couldn't carry a tune in a thimble and was extremely tone-deaf. Mari Suzette was super-strong; Leonie was so physically weak that she could barely do a push-up. Mari Suzette was from Saiyan nobility; Leonie was the daughter of a truck driver who had abandoned her trashy, bartender mother before Leonie had been born. Now Leonie and her mother were living in a leaky, rusty trailer, in a run-down trailer park.

Leonie's clothes all came from the Riches 2 Rags Thrift Store, and today,just before she had to change for work, she was wearinga ragged plaid button-down shirt that was a size too small and barely held around her enormous, yet sagging, chest. Her mother had shrunk her clothes again; Sasha Wells couldn't wash a dishrag without ruining it.

Leonie sighed sadly, as she drew yet another picture of Trunks and Mari Suzette kissing lovingly in front of a sunset. Oh, what she wouldn't give to be Mari Suzette! To live Mari Suzette's life! To be as popular and adored and admired as her!

But she knew that would never be, and a tear rolled down her chubby, freckled cheek, as she finished the details of Mari Suzette's Saiyan armor, which had a lavender suit and pure gold plates. She traced a plump finger along the pen-drawn waves and curls of Mari Suzette's golden hair. She lovingly kissed the drawn face of Trunks, her Trunks, well, actually Mari Suzette's Trunks!

She then cuddled her Trunks action figure to her breasts, as she heard her mother yell, "LEONIE! You better c'mon, girl! You gonna be late for work! And I'm gonna be late too, and you know our truck's on its last legs as it is!"

"Coming, Mom!" Leonie called, reluctantly putting down her Trunks action figure. She waded through the narrow hallway into the kitchen and groaned when she saw Chet Harper sloppily kiss her mother. She shook her head and groaned. Her mother's latest boyfriend was the worst; like almost all of Sasha's boyfriends, he only worked when he wanted to, and he spent as much of his paycheck as he could boozing, gambling, and paying strippers. The brown-haired and green-eyed Chet was nothing to look at it either, he was twice Leonie's size and a foot taller than her, with rolls of fat dangling from his sweaty, smelly body.

Leonie ignored Chet as much as possible, as she put on her waitress's apron. Sasha yelled at her, "Leonie, dontcha have any manners? Ya didn't tell Chet hello!"

"Hello, Chet," Leonie said politely.

"Hey, babe," Chet responded with a sly grin, as he slapped Sasha's ample bottom. Sasha was dressed for her night job as a bartender, but unlike most bartenders, she wore skintight leather pants, a tight tube top that barely held her large breasts, and thigh-high leather boots. She also had long, bleached-blond hair, and shiny lips, coated with five layers of pink lipstick. Since Sasha worked in a biker bar, she was dressed perfectly for her job.

"C'mon, Leonie, let's go!" Sasha ordered her daughter.

"Yes, Mom," Leonie said with a sigh.


Despite Sasha's worries, she did get Leonie to work on time-well, actually, ten minutes ahead of schedule. After her mother had dropped her off, Leonie hurried into the ladies' room, anxious to relieve her full bladder before she clocked in. She wore proper sneakers for work, but even her shoes didn't prevent her from slipping on a puddle of water. Unable to steady herself, Leonie helplessly slid into an open ladies' room stall, where her forehead crashed onto the toilet seat, hitting it hard. She became unconscious temporarily for about a minute.

Fortunately, she revived fairly quickly, and when she did, she cried out in pain, and a few tears slipped from her smoky eyes down her freckled face. She touched her head tenderly, finding a trace of blood on her index and middle fingers. Using toilet paper, she gently cleaned herself up, but there was little she could do for her pants, especially between her legs. To her embarrassment, Leonie found that she had wet herself, and as fast as she could manage, she undid her jeans and relieved herself to prevent any further leakage.

She continued to rub the swollen bump on her head the best that she could with her thumb and a wad of toilet paper, as she looked at her watch with the frayed and stained leather wristband. Oh no! She was already five minutes late for work!

As fast as she could, Leonie finished her business, so that she wouldn't be too late when her boss, Mick, showed up when he was supposed to, half an hour later than she did. Mick had no tolerance for even thirty seconds of lateness.


At the Greasy Spoon, heavy rain poured down in the cracked parking lots while flashes and streaks of lightening danced across the dark, cloudy skies. Thunder boomed, loud and demanding,terrifying Leonie. She had a paralyzing fear of thunderstorms of any sort; the crash of thunder and the ominous lightening were more than enough to make her want to crawl under the table and scream.

Despite her fears, Leonie had been working for five hours now without a break. Her new customer was a strange old, black man, dressed in a greasy tan trench coat. The old man was missing most of his teeth, and he called her "sugar". But he seemed like a decent fellow, who didn't jeer at Leonie or make a pass at her the way that many male customers seemed to do. Leonie, who knew that she wasn't attractive in the least bit, didn't understand why those old louts bothered.

She did notice that her new customer was wearing a rather unusual pendant around his neck on a fine, gold chain. It was strange for an old man to wear such a piece of jewelry because it was shaped like a small Swallowtail butterfly and the size of an American quarter. The pendant was rimmed with gold and inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and there was a tiny, genuine, lavender pearl for the butterfly's head.

"That's a beautiful pendant," Leonie commented, even though she thought it was rather odd for an old man to wear an obviously feminine piece of jewelry.

"Thank you, miss," the old man said. "It's been my good luck charm…ever since I was a young man in my twenties. It's helped me wherever I went. Almost as good as a Bible for luck, almost, but not quite. Yes, young one, this pendant has brought me much luck. I know that I don't look like a lucky man at this moment, but I've had my share of good times, Miss, I've had, yes, indeed."

They had made friendly conversation for a few more minutes, and when Leonie brought him his bill for his two tuna salad sandwiches and French fries, the old man looked at her sorrowfully. "Miss," he said gently. "I can pay for my food, I can, but I'm afraid I don't have enough to leave you a tip, and I know that you deserve it."

"It's okay," Leonie told him politely. She was used to customers either saying they didn't have enough to tip her, or giving her pitiful sums of money. "I understand."

"No, miss, you don't, not really. I can do something else for you…I can give you this pendant for a tip, yes, I can. This pendant is powerful, Miss, that it is, yes, it is. Had it blessed for my baby girl when I first found all seven of the Dragonballs, but then she died 'fore I could get home and give it to her-"

"Dragonballs?" Leonie asked, puzzled.

"You know, Miss, Dragonballs," the old man said calmly. "I wished for the pendant to be blessed with the power to make any person who wore it into the exact kind of person that he or she wished to be. Why, Miss, if a homeless man wanted to be a rich, fancy millionaire with fifty companies, all he'd have to do is wish it, and he'd become that person. If a chambermaid wanted to be a princess, she could be, and she would stay a princess, as long as she kept the pendant on. The wearer could stay the person that he or she wanted to be, as long as he or she wore this necklace. But if that person ever took the pendant off for any reason, he or she would go back to being who he or she was before."

Leonie smiled indulgently. She was fascinated by the old man's story, but she was starting to believe that he was a bit senile. But her smile creased into a worried half-frown.

"You're willing to give this pendant up? Are you sure about this?" she asked with concern. "I wouldn't feel right about taking it from you, especially since it seems to mean so much to you."

"I'd be greatly honored, Miss, if you would take it. It'd mean so much to me, if you'd accept it. It's brought me luck, now I figured it's time to pass that luck to someone else. And you, Miss, seem to be a girl who could use a bit of it, yes you could. Please take it as my tip, Miss; it'd mean so much to mean for you to have it. Then, I would know that I gave you something worthwhile. It was my mother's, you see, and my wife also died with my daughter, so I couldn't give it to either one of them after my mother left it to me in her will, that she did. Please, Miss, take it."

"Okay, okay, I will," Leonie assured him, as she hesitantly took the pendant offered to her. She still felt guilty for taking a treasure from him, but he seemed the sort whose feelings would be hurt, if she didn't.

"Thank you, very much, sir. Don't worry, I will take very good care of this," she promised him.

"You're welcome, Miss; I know that you'll be good to it. Now put it around your neck and wish yourself into anyone that you wish to be. You don't have to be a waitress here, if you don't want to be. Try it. Take my word for it."

Leonie smiled. She still didn't believe what the old man was saying about the pendant's powers, but she decided to humor him. She closed her eyes and whispered, "I wish to be Mari Suzette, with…"

It took her several minutes to complete her wish, and the old man laughed. "I don't know who this Mari Suzette is, Miss, but I'm sure that if she's who you want to be, then you'll be her. Good luck." The old man arose and dusted off his old trench coat, preparing to leave.

"Thank you again, sir, you have a good day," Leonie told him.

"You too, Miss, you too. I just have to use the men's room 'fore I leave. Where is it?"

Leonie pointed him in the direction, and the two of them walked together, since Leonie had to go back and wash her hands again. Like with almost all food service workers, constant hand washing was an absolute must.

In the ladies' room, she washed her hands vigorously under hot, running water, lathering them up lavishly. She felt sorry for her last customer, and she did wish that what he was saying about her new pendant were true. But he had talked about Dragonballs, and how using them had blessed this pendant, and Leonie knew that story had to be some sort of fairy tale. The old man must be an anime fan who had heard of the Dragonballs before, and must have watched Dragonball Z before. Perhaps, he had seen on it cable when he was bored and just made up his story to amuse himself.

Poor old fellow. Leonie promised herself that she'd take good care of her new prize for his sake.

She turned away from the mirror and bent down to tie her shoelaces. Before she could stand up straight again, she heard a rip in the seat of her jeans. Great, just great! Now one of her few pairs of jeans that had remained intact were torn. And at work too! She hoped that luck the old man had promised her would kick in soon.

She finally stood up fully, but before she could look in the mirror to check out the damage done to her jeans, she heard a loud noise:

"CRASH! SHATTER!"

Leonie, forgetting about her pants and checking herself in the mirror, scurried out of the ladies' room out into the dining room and into a crowd, of panicked customers and employees. Screams and cries filled the diner, as the glass in the double doors continued to fly everywhere. The cause of the broken doors and glass was a strange, green lizard-like creature that casually strutted into the restaurant, not affected the least bit by the broken glass lying all over the floor. He had a long tail with a stinger-like instrument at the end, and Leonie screamed louder than anyone. She knew, without a doubt, who and what the intruder was.

"EVERYBODY RUN!" she cried.

People panicked and pushed and shoved to flee towards the emergency exit. The busboy, Terry, grabbed Leonie's arm and asked her, "Do you know who or what that monster is?"

"Yes, yes," Leonie said, sobbing. "That's Cell, in his first form!"