Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything even remotely related to it. Author's notes: As I always do, I end up writing pretty original stories using the characters from DBZ.I'm still wondering how I managed that too. Anyway, have fun reading and reviewing this story and telling me what you think about it. Prologue: First person POV. Every week, after six p.m., there would be a group of kids from high school that would hang out in the parking lots all around the county. Most of them drove large four wheel drive trucks that had the residual mud splatters that occurred after a day of mudding. And, seeing as how it was summer, all of the trucks were covered in the mud. Girls would flirt with the guys and guys would flirt with the girls. The thing about them was that they were the popular people from the school and they had a set standard on who was allowed to hang out with them. If a newcomer had the looks, the ride, and the attitude, they were accepted without question. Maybe that's why I was accepted into the group and not pushed away like several others who had come with me. I had it all, the looks, the ride, and the attitude that said if someone messed with me then they would end up on the ground with more than broken pride. They loved me at the same time they hated me.and I despised them because of it. Yet still I hung out with them, not even questioning what they said was right or what they did for fun. However the day came that `she' showed up in the midst of one of our normal gatherings. She was something else altogether and had to be the smallest girl to ever stand up to the nominated leader of our group.Zarbon. You see, she wasn't more than five feet tall.although I think she said something about being 5'2". The point is that she challenged him and she lost in one of the worst ways I've ever seen happen to a girl that tried to get in our group. He threw her in his truck and drove away while she screamed words that would make even the most hardened sailor blush. When he came back, she wasn't in the truck but he did have a souvenir from her. He'd cut off her hair, probably from the base of the ponytail she'd had it in, and hung it on his review mirror. Then he had walked over to her car and slashed her tires, leaving her stranded in the parking lot for the rest of the night, if she had even managed to make it back from wherever he'd left her. Yet it goes without saying.she was persistent and showed up again a few nights later in a black Dakota.and for those of you who don't know what a Dakota is, it's a type of truck. The truck was sweet, with one of the most beautiful detail jobs done to the body I've seen in a long time. There were flames racing down the sides, topped by blue sparks of lighting and her rims were so bright that we turned off the headlights so as not to hurt our eyes. Again she challenged Zarbon and got dragged off to wherever he saw fit to drag her. However, when he came back this time, she was in the truck with him and didn't even look at us when she got out and climbed, rather stiffly, into her own truck. She didn't bother anyone for a long time after that.until one week before the fourth of July. And this is where the story really begins, this is where a lot of us finally figured out how incredibly stupid we'd been acting. Maybe it was for the best that she came back after all the horrible things he'd done to her. I know it sure changed my life for good.