Earthsea Borealis
(Aka, the Luck of The Arcosian Rewrite)
Part 1
I admit, I was kind of expecting to find myself in a hospital when I arrived. Though, I think I was expecting being hospitalized from being in space too long, or getting burn marks from re-entry. Hell, getting an illness I was never vaccinated for was a possibility in my head at the time. Somehow, I was stupid enough to think I would arrive as an adult.
The first memory of my new life was waking up in a hollow pod. The bottom was lined with mahogany-colored fabric padding, the top had a glass cover, and the whole thing was in the shape of an egg. Above me, I could sometimes see men in white... mumus? I don't know what they call them, but they were definitely some kind of doctors.
I could barely see much besides the wall my pod was facing, which had what looked to be a one way mirror on it. It took me about three minutes to figure out how tiny and useless my limbs were. They could barely close up, much less grip anything. My eyes darted to and fro, until I realized exactly what this pod was supposed to be. A cradle.
Like any sane person who had just been turned into a helpless infant, I cried. Nobody came to comfort me; the doctors just approached my pod and pressed a button, probably to mute my crying. I thought to myself, "What kind of asshole leaves their kid like this?!" I would learn later on in this new life that alien is the perfect term to describe them, in both anatomy and culture.
After a while, I ran out of tears. I was exhausted, physically and mentally. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
After I woke up, and gone through the grueling and humiliating process of being fed with a spoon, I had felt much calmer. "Crying wont do me any good right now," I decided, "I need to find out what went wrong." The first thing I checked was my body. Being as I was in a pod, I was almost certain I wasn't human anymore. I felt around on my head, finding not a hair, but instead a smooth scalp. I checked my abdomen, seeing a light blue color all across my skin. Further inspection allowed me to discover a short tail, and small yet talon-like feet.
"No," I thought, "Oh hell no." At least, it explained why a newborn was getting semi-solid food. Apparently "Frost Demons" are born with teeth, which considering their other reptilian qualities, isn't that strange. On the bright side, I wasn't a Saiyan; being on the wrong end of a genocide is not what I have in mind. In hindsight, being human would have sucked too. Getting blown up basically once a year for a while, and getting your planet threatened by aliens and gods on a regular basis? No thank you.
But on the other hand, I was in the grip of a dangerous intergalactic real estate/universal conquest organization. For all I knew, I would be used as a mindless soldier, an expendable slave to carry out some genocidal bastard's bidding. If I'm lucky, I might wind up in a cozy non-combat position by blood-right; I do seem to be the same species as the Cold family. However, the ensuing chaos from the empire's collapse would make me a target, if it hasn't happened already. So either way I'm screwed, unless I get what I came here for.
God I hate it when I can't do anything but eat, sleep, and waste. It gives me way too much time to think. Even with teeth, my mouth wasn't quite suited for speech yet; the tongue was too long and the teeth were not quite the right shape for talking. Nothing to write on or with, and no toys or learning utensils to keep me occupied. All I could do was think about the past, present, and possible future.
I giggled a little to myself; my new family is going to have one hell of a time with me.
AN: A rewrite of Luck of the Arcosian, at last! I've kind of been wanting to do this for a while, but it's been so long. First things first, so many changes. The protagonist is somewhere in her mental thirties or forties, and watched Dragonball since she was 14. Her motives are changed, there will be no romance, and the plot will be completely replaced. Admittedly, the original was just me messing around with a little concept, "What if the fan who entered the Dragonball world was a Frost Demon, instead of a human or Saiyan?" The reason I went with that was because, let's face it, a Saiyan OC is so stupidly cliche, I avoid them deliberately when looking for stuff to read.
Anyways, I hope you guys like what I've done with this. Like my other stories, this one's updates will depend on my mood and interest in the story. I just like writing sometimes. If you like it, leave a review or something, and if not, let me know how I can fix it (constructive criticism please).
