Warning: Cursing. Self-insertion. No Mary Sue, though *crowd sighs in relief*
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. Own anything new though. *Starts pointing at items* Like that tree, mirror, rock, sand, food, new characters, abilities, you get the idea, right? If you don't, then you need help. Notes: Konnechiwa, minna-chan! I'd like to thank Bulma-chan for being my beta-reader! *Bulma pops into existence, waves, and disappears* I hope ya'll enjoy this lil' fic... It's my first one where I actually have an ending planned out! *Beams* R&R!
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Crashing Into a New World
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Ami laughed at her friend's jokes as they walked home from the mall.
Ami Jones was 14 and 1/2 years old, 5' 2 1/2", had gray blue eyes, and hair that was half brown, and nearer the bottom, half blonde.
The group of teens stopped when they saw a car skid toward them, out of control.
Ami looked at the speeding truck, which had tried to avoid the car, and was hurtling toward her. She heard an earsplitting "CRUNCH" as the car impacted into something. She cried out as she felt unimaginable pain.
Then all went black...
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Ami opened her eyes and instantly realized that she was in an unfamiliar room. Her eyes widened. She tried to jump out of bed, ended up falling to the floor, stood up, and looked around.
''Thats odd... Why is the bed so high up?' The mattress was as high as her elbows.
"Ah, good. I see that you're awake," a semi-familiar, elderly voice came from the doorway. Ami looked over to the door. There stood a HUGE green man with an even bigger staff.
"What the hell..." Ami mumbled.
Something was odd... Kami was big, but he wasn't nearly 4 ft taller. If the description of his height was correct, the he was 7 feet tall, not 9 ft.
"Ahhh!! What happened to my voice?!" Ami shrieked when she realized that is was more child like. It sounded nowhere near her 15-year-old voice. It sounded more like a child's...
Kami winced at the high pitched squeal. Ami noticed this and quickly mumbled, "Gomen nasai, Kami-sama."
Ami glanced, once more around the room and found a full-length mirror. She raced over to it.
"AHHHH! I'm CHIBI!!!!" Ami screeched!
Kami winced again, "Could you please stop the screeching? Thank you."
Ami turned around to look at him. "Why'm I chibi? What'd I do to deserve this? I don't even look the same way I did when I was originally a kid!"
It was true. When she was a 4 year-old, she had strait, dirty blonde hair and gray blue eyes. Now her hair was black and unruly. Her now-black eyes had a feral glint in them. She also had one more important feature.
"Why the hell do I have a TAIL!?"
Kami beckoned for the hysterical 4-year-old to sit down. Ami did so, having to literally climb on the bed to do it.
Kami took a deep breath. "The reason you're here and look like you do is because you were in an accident back in your world. It ended up with you in a coma. One that you would never awaken from."
Ami looked at him, "So why am I hear, being a Saiya-jin, instead of back home, being a vegetable?"
Kami looked down at her. "I sensed a deep, untapped power coming from you. One that wound probably excel even Goku's if trained properly. We need all the help we can get now."
"Why?"
"2 Saiya-jins by the names Vegeta and Nappa are coming to take the Dragonballs and." Ami interrupted him, "Okay. I understand so far. But why a kid?"
Kami looked surprised, "Why, kids learn faster than adults. Didn't you know?"
"Yeah, I did. But how would you feel, one day being in a wreck, then the next, being in the body of a 5 year old Saiya-jin?"
"4 and a half, and I can see why you're so upset."
"What are you gonna do about me? Who's gonna train me? Where would I stay? C'mon, Greeny, need imput. Details," Ami said, slapping the back of her right hand against the palm of her left.
Kami sighed in annoyance. What would Piccolo say if he saw a 4-year-old boss him around. Kami then noticed a small hand waving in front of his face.
"Hello? Anybody home?" Ami had to stand on her tiptoes to wave her hand in front of his eyes.
Ami started to lose her balance, "WHOA!"
She nearly fell off the bed, but her tail instinctively lashed out and grabbed a bedpost.
"OWWW! That hurts! Yo, Kami? A little help here, please?" She couldn't get back on the bed, but her tail was still keeping her from falling completely off the bed.
Kami gave a small laugh at the look of impatience on her face, picked her up, and sat her down. Kami was still smirking at her anger.
Ami frowned and crossed her arms, "Why wont somebody just kill me and get it over with..."
"We can't have that. You still need to help us in the battle, remember?"
Ami sighed, "Hai, I do... So who's gonna train me and when do I start?"
A short, fat, black man wearing a turban popped his head in the doorway, "He's hear, Kami."
"Thank you, Mr. PoPo." Kami helped Ami get off the bed and led her down the hall, outside.
Ami gasped as she looked up at another tall green man, though this one had a scowl on his face, and wore a turban and a cape. She ducked behind Kami. 'Better stay out of Piccolo's way. He doesn't look like he likes kids.'
"What do you want with me, old man?" Piccolo said looking at Kami.
Kami smiled. "I have another student for you. Perhaps you can let her train with young Gohan."
"Her? No way I'm training a girl."
That made Ami frown. She stepped out from behind Kami.
"What's wrong with training a girl?" she said as she looked up into his eyes. Piccolo raised an eyeridge. "You expect me to train her?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Piccolo glared down at her, "One, you're a kid. And two, you're a girl."
Something in Ami snapped. "Where the fuck do you get off with your damn attitude? Thats sexism, you bastard! I know that you." Ami was rudely interrupted by a foot connecting with her stomach, sending her flying backward.
He shouldn't have done that.
She was pissed.
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So how was it? Should I continue? Or should I just burn it with all the other incomplete fics I've written? Tell me what to do! (In other words... review!!!) ~Ami
Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. Own anything new though. *Starts pointing at items* Like that tree, mirror, rock, sand, food, new characters, abilities, you get the idea, right? If you don't, then you need help. Notes: Konnechiwa, minna-chan! I'd like to thank Bulma-chan for being my beta-reader! *Bulma pops into existence, waves, and disappears* I hope ya'll enjoy this lil' fic... It's my first one where I actually have an ending planned out! *Beams* R&R!
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Crashing Into a New World
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Ami laughed at her friend's jokes as they walked home from the mall.
Ami Jones was 14 and 1/2 years old, 5' 2 1/2", had gray blue eyes, and hair that was half brown, and nearer the bottom, half blonde.
The group of teens stopped when they saw a car skid toward them, out of control.
Ami looked at the speeding truck, which had tried to avoid the car, and was hurtling toward her. She heard an earsplitting "CRUNCH" as the car impacted into something. She cried out as she felt unimaginable pain.
Then all went black...
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Ami opened her eyes and instantly realized that she was in an unfamiliar room. Her eyes widened. She tried to jump out of bed, ended up falling to the floor, stood up, and looked around.
''Thats odd... Why is the bed so high up?' The mattress was as high as her elbows.
"Ah, good. I see that you're awake," a semi-familiar, elderly voice came from the doorway. Ami looked over to the door. There stood a HUGE green man with an even bigger staff.
"What the hell..." Ami mumbled.
Something was odd... Kami was big, but he wasn't nearly 4 ft taller. If the description of his height was correct, the he was 7 feet tall, not 9 ft.
"Ahhh!! What happened to my voice?!" Ami shrieked when she realized that is was more child like. It sounded nowhere near her 15-year-old voice. It sounded more like a child's...
Kami winced at the high pitched squeal. Ami noticed this and quickly mumbled, "Gomen nasai, Kami-sama."
Ami glanced, once more around the room and found a full-length mirror. She raced over to it.
"AHHHH! I'm CHIBI!!!!" Ami screeched!
Kami winced again, "Could you please stop the screeching? Thank you."
Ami turned around to look at him. "Why'm I chibi? What'd I do to deserve this? I don't even look the same way I did when I was originally a kid!"
It was true. When she was a 4 year-old, she had strait, dirty blonde hair and gray blue eyes. Now her hair was black and unruly. Her now-black eyes had a feral glint in them. She also had one more important feature.
"Why the hell do I have a TAIL!?"
Kami beckoned for the hysterical 4-year-old to sit down. Ami did so, having to literally climb on the bed to do it.
Kami took a deep breath. "The reason you're here and look like you do is because you were in an accident back in your world. It ended up with you in a coma. One that you would never awaken from."
Ami looked at him, "So why am I hear, being a Saiya-jin, instead of back home, being a vegetable?"
Kami looked down at her. "I sensed a deep, untapped power coming from you. One that wound probably excel even Goku's if trained properly. We need all the help we can get now."
"Why?"
"2 Saiya-jins by the names Vegeta and Nappa are coming to take the Dragonballs and." Ami interrupted him, "Okay. I understand so far. But why a kid?"
Kami looked surprised, "Why, kids learn faster than adults. Didn't you know?"
"Yeah, I did. But how would you feel, one day being in a wreck, then the next, being in the body of a 5 year old Saiya-jin?"
"4 and a half, and I can see why you're so upset."
"What are you gonna do about me? Who's gonna train me? Where would I stay? C'mon, Greeny, need imput. Details," Ami said, slapping the back of her right hand against the palm of her left.
Kami sighed in annoyance. What would Piccolo say if he saw a 4-year-old boss him around. Kami then noticed a small hand waving in front of his face.
"Hello? Anybody home?" Ami had to stand on her tiptoes to wave her hand in front of his eyes.
Ami started to lose her balance, "WHOA!"
She nearly fell off the bed, but her tail instinctively lashed out and grabbed a bedpost.
"OWWW! That hurts! Yo, Kami? A little help here, please?" She couldn't get back on the bed, but her tail was still keeping her from falling completely off the bed.
Kami gave a small laugh at the look of impatience on her face, picked her up, and sat her down. Kami was still smirking at her anger.
Ami frowned and crossed her arms, "Why wont somebody just kill me and get it over with..."
"We can't have that. You still need to help us in the battle, remember?"
Ami sighed, "Hai, I do... So who's gonna train me and when do I start?"
A short, fat, black man wearing a turban popped his head in the doorway, "He's hear, Kami."
"Thank you, Mr. PoPo." Kami helped Ami get off the bed and led her down the hall, outside.
Ami gasped as she looked up at another tall green man, though this one had a scowl on his face, and wore a turban and a cape. She ducked behind Kami. 'Better stay out of Piccolo's way. He doesn't look like he likes kids.'
"What do you want with me, old man?" Piccolo said looking at Kami.
Kami smiled. "I have another student for you. Perhaps you can let her train with young Gohan."
"Her? No way I'm training a girl."
That made Ami frown. She stepped out from behind Kami.
"What's wrong with training a girl?" she said as she looked up into his eyes. Piccolo raised an eyeridge. "You expect me to train her?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Piccolo glared down at her, "One, you're a kid. And two, you're a girl."
Something in Ami snapped. "Where the fuck do you get off with your damn attitude? Thats sexism, you bastard! I know that you." Ami was rudely interrupted by a foot connecting with her stomach, sending her flying backward.
He shouldn't have done that.
She was pissed.
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So how was it? Should I continue? Or should I just burn it with all the other incomplete fics I've written? Tell me what to do! (In other words... review!!!) ~Ami