AN: I do not own DBZ or it's characters. I only own Laura/Aurora and any other OCs I come up with.
Luck of the Arcosian: Chapter 1
What should I do first? Hm... I guess I should introduce myself. My name was Laura Hallows. I was about 15 years old when it happened, and I was in 9th grade(I started school a year later than most kids). I really don't know why or how it happened, it just did.
I believe it was a Friday, some time in March. I just got home from school, and quickly got my Biology homework done before messing around on the Internet. I really miss my old computer. I normally spent my time writing short stories and playing puzzle games on there. After getting off to have dinner, I got back on for a bit more before going to bed.
That's when things started getting weird. I don't remember much of my dream, but I know there was a lot of screaming and bright lights. I recognized the people who were screaming, they were the Z-Warriors. Those guys were from my favorite anime, Dragonball Z.
I think I was reliving the times I watched the show, because I could have sworn I heard Frieza and Cell in the mix of loud voices. Everything was going by too fast for me to fully comprehend what was going on. But during all that chaos, I heard a voice call out to me,
"Ma'am? Ma'am?!"
I didn't know who it was, and I didn't want to know. I just wanted the chaos to stop. I screamed at the voice to stop, but it wouldn't relent. It kept calling me, and I kept yelling in return. The chaos was swirling about me like a vortex, I thought it was going to swallow me whole. I guess I remember more of that dream than I thought I did.
Anyways, when I was almost going mad at the sound of it all, I woke up. I was panting, my head was pounding like a little construction worker was using his jackhammer at full power. My eyes were filled with bright white light as I opened them.
That's when I saw them. There were these weird looking creatures surrounding my bed, five in total. I didn't recognize them as doctors at first, but I did recognize one thing. They bore an odd resemblance to Frieza. I did the only thing I knew how at the time: panic.
I kicked, screamed, and cried like a small child who didn't want to go to the dentist. The doctors tried to speak to me with words I couldn't understand, but it was no use. When I tried moving my arms, I noticed there were restraints on my wrists, as well as something else. I had these weird arm-guards going from right below my elbows, down to my wrists, giving me decent range of motion.
I looked at my restrained hands. They were a pale shade of blue with opaque black nails. I didn't know at the time; I just thought I was injured. I took deep breaths, calming myself down. I looked around to get a better look at the room.
It was about the size of a bedroom, with bleached white walls, and equally white furniture. From what I could tell, this was a hospital room, but not like the ones on Earth. There was one of those healing chambers that were used in the Frieza saga in the corner, as well as some strange medical tools in a container on the counter.
I looked over to the doctors, and noticed a few things. One, they were quite varied in appearance, and not one looked like they were a member of the Cold family. Two, they were speaking to one another in some language I didn't recognize. It had them rolling their "r"s and it seemed like something that would give someone a European accent.
I tried to see if there were any mirrors in the room, but there were none I could get myself. I called out to the medical professionals,
"Uh.. Hey. Could one of you guys get me a mirror? Please?"
They turned away from each-other with surprised expressions on their faces, before one of them obliged to my request. He held the circular mirror in front of me, and I nearly screamed at what I saw. There was me, but not...me.
The reflection looked like me, but with a green gem in the place of my hair, light blue skin, and these weird purple lines going down from my eyes and connecting under my jaw. I looked to my arms again, and I noticed that there were green gems on the arm-guards too. I began to hyperventilate, I couldn't believe what was happening.
The doctor noticed my reaction and put the mirror away, as if that was causing the problem. It took me a moment to regain my bearings, before the doctors asked me a few questions. A particularly old one asked me this,
"Excuse me miss, but do you have a name?"
"Uh...Um..."
I knew my real name would sound strange, but maybe something else would do the trick. I settled on the one that came first to my mind,
"Aurora. My name is Aurora."
"I see," the old alien written it down on some sort of touchpad, "Now, what's your family name?"
"F-family name? I... don't remember."
I didn't know whether they have family names or not in their, or should I say, our culture. Then again, the only examples we ever saw from the show were from a single family line, so they had no need to call out their family names. The doctors seemed to have been confused by my odd lapse in memory.
They began talking in their little group again. I tried to understand what they were saying, but they were talking in that bizarre language again. It irritated me to no end. They were talking about me, right in front of me, and I couldn't understand a damn word they were saying!
I heard a thump from next to the bed I was laying in, simultaneously feeling a minor amount of coldness to an appendage I forgot I should have had. I willed it to lift up, and I noticed a long lizard-like tail raise up from beside the bed. I then took inventory over my being to see what other physical differences there were.
I looked to my chest, flatter than a board. I was certainly in better shape than I was as a human, though. I wasn't wearing any clothes, too. That kind of makes sense, my new species seemed to have the anatomy of action figures when it came to that. I wasn't wearing my glasses at the time, so I didn't have the best vision.
Another person walked into the room. She was a lot younger than the doctors, and had a red and gold color scheme to her where Frieza would have had purple and white. She was also holding a tray of some strange food, and brought it towards the doctors.
They turned to her after she addressed them with "Areshe Frost, Ino hett mec boruvion."
The oldest one, the one who asked my name, accepted the tray from her. She left the room without another word, but gave me a passing glance in the process. I noticed some traces of pity in her expression, as well as some other emotions that I couldn't quite make out.
The old doctor walked towards me, holding the tray in his hands. He placed the tray on the bed's built in table, and began to undo my restraints. The other doctors seemed to be on guard, I guess in the event I go nuts or something. Man, did my wrists hurt when I got them out.
Anyways, I tried the food. There was this bland paste stuff and a fruit, and apparently I was supposed to put the fruit's juice into the paste. That stuff was actually pretty good after that. The doctors seemed to be surprised that I didn't know that. After my alien breakfast, they gave me a more in-depth interview,
"Miss Aurora, do you remember how you arrived in our facility?"
"No, I remember going to bed, and then finding myself here."
"Okay then," the doctor to the left was writing this down, "Go on."
"Um... I don't remember much more than that. I did have this really crazy dream though."
"I see. Why do you not speak in out native language?"
"I don't know it. I only know English." There goes my big mouth.
"What is 'English'?"
"That's what my parents called the language we're speaking." I came up with that quickly enough.
The interviewing doctor nodded, "Do you know your parents' names?"
I shook my head in the negative, "I don't remember that."
"Alright then. Are you aware of any preexisting medical conditions before you came here?"
"I'm nearsighted, my vision gets blurry in shorter distances than normal. And last time I checked, my knee was having some issues." That was not a lie, I was told by one of my parents that I had pulled a muscle in my knee, causing it to hurt when I bent it too much or locked it.
"Okay, are you still capable of flight?"
There went my semi-normal bravado, "Uh... No, I never learned how."
The doctors were shocked at this, "What? Why?"
"I don't think my parents ever taught me."
"What about ki manipulation?"
"Never done that before."
Now they were looking at me like people look at lost puppies or kids from 3rd world countries. I am guessing they thought of me as not only crazy, but a child neglect victim too. If I ever thought I could somehow achieve a normal life as an alien, that ability is gone. Weird how I just put "alien" and "normal" in the same sentence like that.
AN: Do you like it? Do you think it needs work? Please let me know in a review. And no, this is not a self-insert. This takes place a couple years before Raditz landed on Earth.