ok ok...i was board when i wrote the Prologe (This), but the story has come a long way since then, and is actually pretty good. So please don't judge it by this, at least get to the chapter 3 or 4 (wher Goku, better known as Kakarrot, joins the story), then give up on it (which I sinceraly hope you don't). I also can not spell, so bear with me, and i make alot of typing mistakes. And for those of you who read "The Blame Game," I don't know why its always ChiChi's 18th birthday, and the saddness is easier for me to write about (don't know why). And finally, I DO NOT OWN DBZ, but I love the person that does.
Now for our feature presentation (enjoy):
Prologe
A dreams a memory that eventually fades away. A subconscious thought that comes when the body is in a slumber. That's the scientific way to put it. But I believe there's more to that then just a simple statement made to sound smart. For one thing, my dreams don't fade away, they continue to surface, leaving me clueless as they pass. They leave me messages that I don't know how to decode just yet. My favorite one though is the one of my mother. She comes to me as the young women I remember her as, wearing the same cloths she died in, only now she's not pale as snow, and has wings that are at least 6ft long. She comes and says the same thing to me every time. Its symbolic, I know it, but I just can't figure it out. I've been trying my hardest to do so for the past 8 years, and with each year I seem to get farther and farther from the truth. It just makes no scene to me. She appears to me every night of the full moon repeating the same phrase,
"As our leader rises, our enemies fall. Let not all who know you follow at all. When the time is right, he shall come, and when its time to fight, he'll need you most. So don't be discouraged or feel less loved, for the great one will love the ruler who came from above. When the battle is won, and all is calm, your mission shall then be done. Your return home shall then be arranged, and that is when we'll meet again."
I've heard the speech so many times I know it by heart. Life has become a burden and I feel like escaping, but something ties me to the earth and won't let me fly and be free. So for now I can only wish to leave sometime soon, if not for my own sake, make it for the sake of my grandfather who hates me for being born, and wishes that my father would come home soon with my brother, the chosen one. That's how I came to live with my stepfather. Another day in that house with my granddad and I would have killed myself. But as I sit here alone I wish I had gone through with it, and relieved myself from this retched world, that obviously does not want me. But it would kill my stepfather to see me go, he would probably parish with me, so I'll continue to thrive for his sake and his sake only. My mother always called me her gift, and she seemed to be the only one who cared, but my daddy does too I found out (stepfather). But my real dad could give a damn about me, but I don't care. I couldn't care less if I tried. I only worry about my brother. He may be older than me but I still feel I should look out for him, even if he is on the other side of the world right now. After all, he still looks out for me, sending me post cards and gifts from every place my father takes him. My alarm clock is buzzing now and I have to get up, or my daddy (my stepdad, who I will now refer to as daddy or dad) will get worried and call upon a doctor unnecessarily. I know we have tons of money, but there's no need to waste it. So I'll end my story of my life in the past here, and hope that I could find out what my mother so desperately wanted me to know, and discover the secret message left behind, that my mother wrote on her death bed, and my father burned before anyone could see its contents. There may just be more to my past then I would care to know. After all, I still have to solve that age old phrase that keeps me wondering its meaning, and who knows, over time I may no longer feel the need to pass on to the other life, but I doubt that. It's a one in a billion sort of outcome.