Hi guys. After a long and depressing absence, I'm BACK!!!
This new fanfic is to celebrate that fact. New chapters will be posted soon on this fic and my other two as well.
Please review, and wished for the health of my grandparents are greatly appreciated as well. Grandpa is now in a rest home and in poor health. Doctors do not think he will make it through September. Grandma is wearing herself out still by helping with his care, so any wishes left as a review or sent to my e-mail stareye1701hotmail.com or stareyecox.net will be printed and given to her asap.
Disclaimers apply. I only own the first person character, which is based on myself. Any Star Trek, Sailor Moon, DragonBallZ, or Babylon 5, or anything else, you get the idea. The majority of this story takes place in the DBZ universe with only passing mentions of other places/characters, so see if you can catch the in jokes.
PLEASE REVIEW!!
'Signifies thought'
"means speech"
No DBZ in this prologue, but it is coming, trust me!
PROLOGUE: SELF REVELATIONS
'Damn!'
I saw the semi-truck in my rear view mirror. Either the driver was drunk, crazy, asleep, had a personal grudge against my car, or a combination of all of the above from the way he was driving. Already in the right hand land, and at the back end of a massive traffic jam with no space to the left of me, I pushed my car onto the shoulder and up against the concrete guard barrier. Metal shrieked as my car scraped against the barrier for a moment before I was again trapped. The truck now loomed closer behind me, gaining speed as it advanced. I was frantic, frozen in place. Dying didn't frighten me, leaving behind some people did. I squeezed my eyes shut, every muscle tensed as I braced for impact. The large motor of the semi roared behind me, and something inside me, something I had always felt bottled up inside exploded as I screamed.
"OH SHIT!!"
The sudden silence was shocking, so much so that I opened one eye. Nothing. A big, white, empty, nothing. That was more than enough of a shock to get both eyes opened. I was standing, or rather, floating, seemingly hale and whole, in a big, white nothing. My arms and legs began shaking, probably from the adrenaline overload caused by the accident, or rather, anticipation of the crash. 'Was there a crash? Am I dead?'
"You're not dead. Not yet."
That voice was...familiar. It had the same effect as nails on a chalkboard for some reason. "He...hello?"
A bright flash made me shield my eyes instinctively. When I opened them once again, my jaw dropped in astonishment and I blinked several more times in confusion. "John DeLancie?"
He looked at me, clearly annoyed from his expression. "No. You know who I am."
I backed up a step, well, as much as I could. "Q?" A nod was my only answer. "But that's impossible! Q is only a character created by Gene Roddenberry for Star Trek!!" I was starting to lose it, can you blame me? My voice was rushed and a slightly higher pitch than normal, and the shaking was getting worse. Oh yeah, definitely panicking.
"Gene Roddenberry was originally a crewman on the Enterprise D. A transporter accident brought him to your dust ball, where else did you think he got the idea for that episode "Mirror, Mirror"? And stop shaking, I don't bite, well, not much."
Closing my eyes, I began to try and calm myself, if for no other reason than to stop embarrassing myself in front of...whoever he is. I first concentrated on slowing and controlling my breathing. Deep and slow, calming breaths. Once I regulated my air, I tried to focus my consciousness inward, sorting and dealing with each emotion one at a time and setting it aside to deal with later. As I managed my fear and disorientation, my shaking ceased, I could think clearly again. The entire process took over five minutes, but I was substantially calmer and more focused by the end of it.
"Well, there may be hope for you yet." He had a sardonic look on his face, not unusual if he was who he claimed. "After your power erupted I had begun to wonder."
"Power?" This whole thing was getting crazier by the minute. "I'm not a Q, I'm human, therefore I have no power."
"Well," He was pacing around me now, "you're a third right, you are definitely no Q."
He sounded like a Vorlon now, talking in circles. 'Please, God, don't let one of THEM show up!' I took a deep and steady breath. "So, you are saying I am not human?"
"Give the girl a prize." Good Lord he was sarcastic, pacing around me with an impatient air.
I frowned. "OK, if I am not human, and not a Q, and I obviously don't have pointed ears, just what do you think I am??!" Dreaming, I had to be dreaming. There was no other rational explanation. Maybe I was in a coma or something. Yeah. Weird dreams induced by coma.
"You, my dear, are a saiyan." In a flash, literally, Q now wore an orange fighting gi over a navy blue shirt.
"Oh God." My face was slick, my jaw dropped. 'A saiyan? Now I'm a freakin' saiyan?!' Hysterical giggles jumped in my throat. Said giggles were followed by longer, more sustained laughter. 'What a dream! Me, a SAIYAN!' More guffaws followed this thought.
Q's patience, however, was apparently running low. "Don't believe me? Fine. Allow me to remove the disguise I put on you when you were BORN." He snapped his fingers and a shooting pain soared up my spine, my entire body throbbed painfully. I collapsed to my knees, arms protectively around my stomach as I cried out in pain. It was excruciating, but only lasted seconds, though at the time I would have said hours.
"Oh, Dear God." I drew in a shaky breath. "That HURT, idiot!" Rising slowly to one knee, I tried to shove on up to my feet. Mistake. Dizziness flooded my head as one arm flew out in front of me, one to my side, and something...BEHIND me??! Whipping my head around, unwise choice, I spotted a long, brown, furred tail through the waves of disorientation. 'TAIL?! A saiyan tail??!' I fell back on my butt from the shock, and the very tip of said tail was caught under me. The immense pain was enough to pitch me forward and off it. 'Yep, definitely my tail, and saiyan characteristics too. Shit.' Carefully, I looked myself over. Even as a little girl growing up I had always been a little...how shall we say...husky. I was now leaner by far, muscle visible but not over-bulked in my arms and legs, my stomach flat as a board, but I was still broader in the shoulders than most other girls. My breasts, always on the average-to-large size were slightly bigger now. With one hand I felt my hair, still soft, but wilder, pointed up and to the sides, just like a saiyan.... "Oh, boy."
"Ahh, the light has dawned!" Q was gloating in front of me, but I was too far in shock to reply. "Now as for why you are here. One, that power you unleashed would have taken out a nice chunk of ground. Two, soon you will need to know how to use your power, so..." He grinned maliciously, "have a pleasant flight!" Suddenly I was falling, out of control, thought the sky.
Q watched for a moment on his own plane of existence before he was joined by a tall, green haired woman with an equally tall staff in her hand. "This pays off the debt I owe you, Setsuna."
Her purple skirt swished slightly as she turned to look at him. "Only one, Q, and only when she is sent back, trained and unharmed." Truning away, she opened a purple temporal portal, back to her post. "Besides, you still owe me three more." With that parting shot she stepped into the portal and vanished.
"Damn her. I should never have turned her into that blasted yellow dog with the black ears and tail, even if they do have the same name, though it would have been fun to see her answer to a mouse. Grumbling, he began to walk away into the abyss. "'Keeper of the Gates of Time' my ass. More like Keeper of the Divine Books of debts." In a brilliant flash of light, he was gone.
This new fanfic is to celebrate that fact. New chapters will be posted soon on this fic and my other two as well.
Please review, and wished for the health of my grandparents are greatly appreciated as well. Grandpa is now in a rest home and in poor health. Doctors do not think he will make it through September. Grandma is wearing herself out still by helping with his care, so any wishes left as a review or sent to my e-mail stareye1701hotmail.com or stareyecox.net will be printed and given to her asap.
Disclaimers apply. I only own the first person character, which is based on myself. Any Star Trek, Sailor Moon, DragonBallZ, or Babylon 5, or anything else, you get the idea. The majority of this story takes place in the DBZ universe with only passing mentions of other places/characters, so see if you can catch the in jokes.
PLEASE REVIEW!!
'Signifies thought'
"means speech"
No DBZ in this prologue, but it is coming, trust me!
PROLOGUE: SELF REVELATIONS
'Damn!'
I saw the semi-truck in my rear view mirror. Either the driver was drunk, crazy, asleep, had a personal grudge against my car, or a combination of all of the above from the way he was driving. Already in the right hand land, and at the back end of a massive traffic jam with no space to the left of me, I pushed my car onto the shoulder and up against the concrete guard barrier. Metal shrieked as my car scraped against the barrier for a moment before I was again trapped. The truck now loomed closer behind me, gaining speed as it advanced. I was frantic, frozen in place. Dying didn't frighten me, leaving behind some people did. I squeezed my eyes shut, every muscle tensed as I braced for impact. The large motor of the semi roared behind me, and something inside me, something I had always felt bottled up inside exploded as I screamed.
"OH SHIT!!"
The sudden silence was shocking, so much so that I opened one eye. Nothing. A big, white, empty, nothing. That was more than enough of a shock to get both eyes opened. I was standing, or rather, floating, seemingly hale and whole, in a big, white nothing. My arms and legs began shaking, probably from the adrenaline overload caused by the accident, or rather, anticipation of the crash. 'Was there a crash? Am I dead?'
"You're not dead. Not yet."
That voice was...familiar. It had the same effect as nails on a chalkboard for some reason. "He...hello?"
A bright flash made me shield my eyes instinctively. When I opened them once again, my jaw dropped in astonishment and I blinked several more times in confusion. "John DeLancie?"
He looked at me, clearly annoyed from his expression. "No. You know who I am."
I backed up a step, well, as much as I could. "Q?" A nod was my only answer. "But that's impossible! Q is only a character created by Gene Roddenberry for Star Trek!!" I was starting to lose it, can you blame me? My voice was rushed and a slightly higher pitch than normal, and the shaking was getting worse. Oh yeah, definitely panicking.
"Gene Roddenberry was originally a crewman on the Enterprise D. A transporter accident brought him to your dust ball, where else did you think he got the idea for that episode "Mirror, Mirror"? And stop shaking, I don't bite, well, not much."
Closing my eyes, I began to try and calm myself, if for no other reason than to stop embarrassing myself in front of...whoever he is. I first concentrated on slowing and controlling my breathing. Deep and slow, calming breaths. Once I regulated my air, I tried to focus my consciousness inward, sorting and dealing with each emotion one at a time and setting it aside to deal with later. As I managed my fear and disorientation, my shaking ceased, I could think clearly again. The entire process took over five minutes, but I was substantially calmer and more focused by the end of it.
"Well, there may be hope for you yet." He had a sardonic look on his face, not unusual if he was who he claimed. "After your power erupted I had begun to wonder."
"Power?" This whole thing was getting crazier by the minute. "I'm not a Q, I'm human, therefore I have no power."
"Well," He was pacing around me now, "you're a third right, you are definitely no Q."
He sounded like a Vorlon now, talking in circles. 'Please, God, don't let one of THEM show up!' I took a deep and steady breath. "So, you are saying I am not human?"
"Give the girl a prize." Good Lord he was sarcastic, pacing around me with an impatient air.
I frowned. "OK, if I am not human, and not a Q, and I obviously don't have pointed ears, just what do you think I am??!" Dreaming, I had to be dreaming. There was no other rational explanation. Maybe I was in a coma or something. Yeah. Weird dreams induced by coma.
"You, my dear, are a saiyan." In a flash, literally, Q now wore an orange fighting gi over a navy blue shirt.
"Oh God." My face was slick, my jaw dropped. 'A saiyan? Now I'm a freakin' saiyan?!' Hysterical giggles jumped in my throat. Said giggles were followed by longer, more sustained laughter. 'What a dream! Me, a SAIYAN!' More guffaws followed this thought.
Q's patience, however, was apparently running low. "Don't believe me? Fine. Allow me to remove the disguise I put on you when you were BORN." He snapped his fingers and a shooting pain soared up my spine, my entire body throbbed painfully. I collapsed to my knees, arms protectively around my stomach as I cried out in pain. It was excruciating, but only lasted seconds, though at the time I would have said hours.
"Oh, Dear God." I drew in a shaky breath. "That HURT, idiot!" Rising slowly to one knee, I tried to shove on up to my feet. Mistake. Dizziness flooded my head as one arm flew out in front of me, one to my side, and something...BEHIND me??! Whipping my head around, unwise choice, I spotted a long, brown, furred tail through the waves of disorientation. 'TAIL?! A saiyan tail??!' I fell back on my butt from the shock, and the very tip of said tail was caught under me. The immense pain was enough to pitch me forward and off it. 'Yep, definitely my tail, and saiyan characteristics too. Shit.' Carefully, I looked myself over. Even as a little girl growing up I had always been a little...how shall we say...husky. I was now leaner by far, muscle visible but not over-bulked in my arms and legs, my stomach flat as a board, but I was still broader in the shoulders than most other girls. My breasts, always on the average-to-large size were slightly bigger now. With one hand I felt my hair, still soft, but wilder, pointed up and to the sides, just like a saiyan.... "Oh, boy."
"Ahh, the light has dawned!" Q was gloating in front of me, but I was too far in shock to reply. "Now as for why you are here. One, that power you unleashed would have taken out a nice chunk of ground. Two, soon you will need to know how to use your power, so..." He grinned maliciously, "have a pleasant flight!" Suddenly I was falling, out of control, thought the sky.
Q watched for a moment on his own plane of existence before he was joined by a tall, green haired woman with an equally tall staff in her hand. "This pays off the debt I owe you, Setsuna."
Her purple skirt swished slightly as she turned to look at him. "Only one, Q, and only when she is sent back, trained and unharmed." Truning away, she opened a purple temporal portal, back to her post. "Besides, you still owe me three more." With that parting shot she stepped into the portal and vanished.
"Damn her. I should never have turned her into that blasted yellow dog with the black ears and tail, even if they do have the same name, though it would have been fun to see her answer to a mouse. Grumbling, he began to walk away into the abyss. "'Keeper of the Gates of Time' my ass. More like Keeper of the Divine Books of debts." In a brilliant flash of light, he was gone.
