FallenTruth: Firstly I apologise to all the good authors out there and the proper DBZ fans. I have only just converted and I LOVE it. I have not got a favourite yet which shows how new I am. Please forgive me. I do not really know what possessed me to try and write something. I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, but I do own me. Well she isn't completely me, but close enoughish. Erm just so you know Bold means writing in her notebook, bold and italic is sign language and just italic is thoughts. Someone else inspired me to wite this. I can't remember who but when I do I will thank you. (thinks)

A Voice

Part 1

What if your entire life you were unable to talk? Then you would know what it is like to be me. It sucks. There is absolutely no way that it could be anything but bad. How can you sustain a normal life? I don't know how I have managed to survive all these years. I have tried with all my waking moments to act just like everyone else, but that isn't possible. Just a few days ago for example I started a new school. That doesn't sound too bad does it except when you think, how does she introduce herself? How does she make new friends? It's not like I can talk to them. Someone once asked me the cruellest question possible. They asked me if I blamed my parents for being mute. You know what, I do and that probably seems selfish and it is. I don't care. No one will ever know what I think or what I want to say. Written words are the only way I can speak. Then again I don't even have a way with words and here I am trying to explain my life. It just seems so stupid and pointless. I would laugh if I could, but no I can't even make that sound. No Doctor could ever explain why I was unable to make any noise. Some claimed that it was just a mental thing. That makes me want to hit people, if thoughts and wishes were what made you speak I would be singing like a bird. No I have grown used to the silence, but it always hurts when I see the look in people's eyes. They pity me, they feel sorry for me. I don't want their pity! I want to be treated like a normal person. Some seem to think that just because I can't talk I must be stupid or that I can't hear what they say about me.

The other kids at the school I joined were all friendly when I first walked in a girl with brown hair spoke to me, she looked nice,

"Hey, I'm Tara nice to meet you. Are you new?" I nodded to her and she looked expectant waiting for me to say something. I had to get out my notebook and pen and write on it. She looked at me confused. I wrote, Hey I'm Fionn. Yes I'm new and yes I can't talk. That look I knew so well came to her eyes and she merely said,

"Oh I'm sorry." Why do people always say that? It annoys the hell out of me. They can't do anything about it and neither can I so I prefer to ignore the fact I can't talk. She turned her back on me and went to her seat. It was what I expected so why did it hurt? I just ignored thee hurt and grabbed a spare desk in the middle of the class. The teacher walked in and immediately saw me.

She was a harassed looking woman who smiled when she saw me.

"Hello, I am Mrs Gadomski. Come to the front and introduce yourself. Tell us your name." The same happened in every school I went to. I walked to the front taking my notepad and pen. What would I do without them? Not many people knew sign language. The woman frowned at me as I got to the front and started to write a note for her. "What's the matter girl speak up. Lost your voice?" Yes I have lost my voice, but then again I never had one. I wanted to lash out and the best way to do that was as followed. I just nodded at her an emotionless look on my face. She frowned again, "You can't speak?" I just nodded. She looked shocked and then moved back into motion. She still looked uncomfortable. "Well I'll just look at your papers it'll tell me who you are." She shuffled papers whilst I stood at the front. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and heard whispers,

"What's she doing here? They normally send them to the special school." I acted as if I couldn't hear them. So I was already an outsider one of "them". Mind not even I knew why I didn't go to the special school.

"Oh yes here you are. You're name is Fionn Cloud. Well welcome to my class. I'll have someone show you to your lessons." With that I was dismissed back to my seat.

The rest of my day went along those lines all my teachers being shocked when they realised I couldn't talk. I heard many more comments from other students, but had learnt long ago to just block them out. Show the world a mask that they could never break. Never let them see you hurt. Those were how I lived my life. The only time I felt vaguely normal was at home. My mother was deaf and dumb and my father merely deaf. I spoke with them in sign language and could have conversations, but not ones I wanted. It was so frustrating. I wanted out of my life. I wanted to find a place where I was not a freak. School finally ended and I couldn't wait to get home, but nothing is ever easy for me. I went to my locker and grabbed my books hurrying to leave the school. I was ion such hurry that I accidentally ran into someone. I hit the floor my books flying everywhere. Without thought my hands moved in the sign for sorry. I found myself looking up at a jock. Yes they seem to be everywhere. He frowned down at me,

"Apologise." I already have you baka. I merely frowned at him. He growled at me and advanced scaring me. I stood and backed away only to find two more jocks blocking my escape. They grabbed my arms and pulled me forward. The first boy seemed mad, "I sad to apologise. No one ignores me." I reached into my pocket pulling out my notepad and pen and tried to scribble something down, but one of his cronies took them away from me. The other shoved me to the ground. I received a kick in the ribs with bruising force and winced. I was lost without my notepad I couldn't talk. They had stolen my only means of communication with these idiots. It probably seems stupid to get that attached to paper, but it was my lifeline. I needed it. They roughed me up a bit and left me lying on the ground all my paper ripped and the pen snapped. I just slowly began to get up picking up my things. It was impossible to see from my expression how I felt. That was the continuation of the hell that was my life. I would have laughed if I could. Instead I just walked home and acted like nothing had happened. I had to get a new notepad and that was it. I had millions of pens that I could use.

The days have passed like that and here I am now sitting here in the swing on the tree in our backyard. It's peacefully quiet, but when is it not around me. I looked up at the stars that were littering the sky, so very beautiful. I wanted to escape this world. I wanted to go somewhere else completely, somewhere new and strange. A place where there were heroes and bad guys. A place where I could belong. I looked at the moon and felt strange as if I needed to hold something in. My head began to spin and my world went dark.

Reader's POV

The girl who was sitting in the swing highlighted by the moon slumped forward onto the ground. Her slender form began to change and morph into what seemed to be a giant monkey. A figure appeared in front of her,

"No this can't be happening. She should be bound into her human form. I have to move her. If she stays here she'll kill someone." Sparks flashed from the person's fingertips and the large monkey vanished. The figure turned to the house mist flowing from his fingers, "Forget." Then he vanished as abruptly as he came. The night continued in its peaceful course none the wiser for what had almost happened.

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FallenTruth: I hope that was ok and not too traumatic to read. Well review and forgive me any mistakes I will undoubtably make. Please review!