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Summary: Tired of being known as a 'baby' Marron starts training herself, through a chain of weird events she becomes a 'superhero'. When she catches the eye of a childhood friend who has no idea that it's her, who knows how thing will go, especially when he's determined to have her.
Why do they insist on putting me through such torment? I've done nothing but care for and listen to them, and that's probably the only thing in my life I shouldn't have done. Because I insist on trying to become the perfect person for them, I always put aside my own feelings. Especially when the choices count the most. I always had to turn to the knowledge of knowing that I was more than they knew I was. I may have been only 15, but there was no was in hell I was going to stay miserable.
It was like a desire in me, the desire to want to be better, if not at the same level as the people I had grown up with. You see, they're very strong, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. They have the highest ki levels on the planet. Ki is the energy level and strength that a person has. In fact they saved the world a couple of times, but that's a different story for a different time. So I trained myself, I pushed myself to the limit, it was amazing the kind of shit that I put myself through. Both mentally and physically, thank God I inherited my mother's sustainability. I kept all of this a secret of course, well, to everyone with the exception of my Uncle Yamcha. He was a mix between my mother and father, and he had taken me in as the daughter he never had. I told him all of the stuff that went on in my life, and he kindly and patiently listened. He kept my secrets and spoiled me rotten. He was the one who taught me how to control my ki, and teach me how to fly. Not to mention how to hide my ki level from my family, or else I would've been found out a long time ago. And every once in a while when he visited me in that small house, he told me stories, real stories about his past, and the battles he fought. And it wasn't just him telling me the stories, it was just about everyone in my bubble.
And after being around people who had amazing stories to tell you all of your life, you just want a taste of that excitement, and a bit of that adrenaline that rushed through their blood.
Summary: Tired of being known as a 'baby' Marron starts training herself, through a chain of weird events she becomes a 'superhero'. When she catches the eye of a childhood friend who has no idea that it's her, who knows how thing will go, especially when he's determined to have her.
Why do they insist on putting me through such torment? I've done nothing but care for and listen to them, and that's probably the only thing in my life I shouldn't have done. Because I insist on trying to become the perfect person for them, I always put aside my own feelings. Especially when the choices count the most. I always had to turn to the knowledge of knowing that I was more than they knew I was. I may have been only 15, but there was no was in hell I was going to stay miserable.
It was like a desire in me, the desire to want to be better, if not at the same level as the people I had grown up with. You see, they're very strong, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. They have the highest ki levels on the planet. Ki is the energy level and strength that a person has. In fact they saved the world a couple of times, but that's a different story for a different time. So I trained myself, I pushed myself to the limit, it was amazing the kind of shit that I put myself through. Both mentally and physically, thank God I inherited my mother's sustainability. I kept all of this a secret of course, well, to everyone with the exception of my Uncle Yamcha. He was a mix between my mother and father, and he had taken me in as the daughter he never had. I told him all of the stuff that went on in my life, and he kindly and patiently listened. He kept my secrets and spoiled me rotten. He was the one who taught me how to control my ki, and teach me how to fly. Not to mention how to hide my ki level from my family, or else I would've been found out a long time ago. And every once in a while when he visited me in that small house, he told me stories, real stories about his past, and the battles he fought. And it wasn't just him telling me the stories, it was just about everyone in my bubble.
And after being around people who had amazing stories to tell you all of your life, you just want a taste of that excitement, and a bit of that adrenaline that rushed through their blood.