Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. This is a fan fiction. That means I own nothing, except for my OC and this fan based fiction I wrote. I make no money from posting this on a free site.
Full summary: V/OC. A girl from the real world is misunderstood her whole life; she acts like she doesn't care, but feels the most among everyone she knows as much as she's selfless. One day she will have a major fight with her mother over the most stupidest things. She wakes up in the DBZ Saiyan Saga dimension on her birthday, when Nappa and Vegeta just arrive on Earth, and she's not in the mood to deal with the Z-warriors nor the two villains, just because she's another Saiyan to them.
Not a V/B. The reason that I chose Bulma as the 2nd character is because the OC and Bulma have two things in common, so they might interact more than you'd think.
Author's note: If you don't feel like reading the prologue, how she recently lived her life before she is sent to the DBZ world, you can skip the prologue and read page 3 instead. However, I recommend reading the prologue too, because it will show the depth of the OC that you'll come to understand in the later chapters.
Prologue is in the OC's POV, but the rest are in 3rd person's POV.
"Get away from her, Gohan! She's a Saiyan," a familiar voice shouted in a certain girl's ears.
Prologue: part 1
Here I sit, on the pink silk sheets of my box spring bed, as my tears dried out. I'm typing on one of my blue expensive laptops. I was addicted to technology, especially gadgets. It could be anything, from Game Boy to laptops to spy watches. I own them all.
However, I am nowhere near to be a geek, I'm actually into beautiful dresses, being a girl and all. I recently bought a black Gothic dress for my 24th birthday party that I have yet to celebrate tomorrow, but I don't know if it will ever happen. My mother told me that she will be out of the house when it's my birthday party; we had a fight. She told me that if I can't handle arranging the party, then I can cancel it. That broke my heart when she said that to me. I didn't even celebrate my last year's 23rd birthday party. I even bought an expensive dress for this event, and thought up of the original idea to make the party's theme cosplay or dress up. Not that I'm a cosplayer or a goth, but I wanted my 24th birthday to be special; I didn't celebrate my birthday for two years already!
I hear my mom's footsteps nearing my small room. I could recognize the sound of her way of walking with the slippers she always wears in this small apartment. Please not now, you've already said and done enough to hurt me for today! I thought as I watch that direction from the corner of my dark-brown colored eyes, only to see no one except the charger of my laptop on the beige computer desk, below my ivory-colored monitor. She gives me a lot of stress. What happened? We started out good today, like most days. So why the Hell is she giving me a tough time? I don't need this damned charger if it means that you'll show up here, like you did when my tears weren't dried out like now!
Flashback
"Bardia, please don't touch this; it's dangerous!" I ordered my little two-year-old nephew, who always seems to be into inflicting pain upon himself unintentionally.
What's a worried aunt to do? If I didn't stop the stupid brat, he would have cried when his fingers would get stuck between the Television standard. Even though sometimes he really irritates me by putting himself to danger, or touching my stuff, I still love him. How can't I love my own big sister's son? I rather have him mad at me for protecting him against danger, than hear him cry out of extreme pain, or worse… losing his fingers.
The toddler with the wild shoulder-length hair as dark as ebony screams in protest and talks in a mixed baby language and my native's. Stupid runt, be glad that I saved your hand. One day you'll understand, I thought to myself as I am smiling at how cute he looks when he is complaining to me, with my mother frowning as she is talking to Bardia's mother on the phone. It doesn't even help me when Bardia is running to my mother, screaming in protest. Great. Shut up, kid. I don't feel like listening to her complaints now! I thought as I am scowling while hiding my irritated face to another direction where my mother won't see.
It feels like prison to me how careful I have to be not to make my new master angry, so that I won't get scolded. Curse everything and damn my life, I thought as I ran my hand through my dark-brown hair. Somehow blackish hair made me look too much like a goth because of my pale complexion.
"What were you doing, Malus?!" I heard my mother screaming, wearing a deadly scowl that haunted me since I was a child every time I did something wrong.
"What do you mean? I didn't do anything wrong!" I defended myself.
"You're torturing my baby! Leave my child alone!" my mother screamed.
Her child? She's the grandma, for God's sake! Just because his mother doesn't have the time to keep her son with herself that results in Bardia living with us, doesn't mean that you're his mother, I thought. "You're talking as if I'm a stranger here! What am I then?" I got distracted as I see Bardia grabbing my DVDs and video games from a wooden case where I keep my DVDs and games. I quickly grabbed one of my DVDs from him; I didn't want to lose them. I already lost a few of them when the squirt hid them somewhere.