Ok I know what you guys are thinking, what the hell is this idiot doing starting another story when she's got two other stories that she hasn't updated in ages? Well I'm starting a new story because I have been struck by inspiration! So you'll just have to deal with it!

I'm only going to say this once for the whole story : I don't own kingdom hearts or any of its characters nor do I own the dragon ball Z fill in characters that I am using. I do however own my own characters of which you don't recognize. Oh and I have majorly tweaked the kingdom hearts story line by the way.

When I was seven years old I ran away from home. I ran away from that terrible house of which I had lived in for seven years. I ran away from the father who didn't want me, I ran away from the eyes of my fathers friends when they looked at me with disgust or pity. And I ran away from the whispers of my surroundings comparing me to my brother. I was sick of being apart of a story, as a filler character whom nobody liked.

I was the quiet one in my family. I was the one who would read a book and stay out of the way. I was the one who refused to fight like the others in my 'family'. I would never talk out of place, in fact I barley talked at all.

I wasn't like the average saigin. Passion for books and lack of it for fighting astounded my parents and shamed my father. My mother loved me, with all her heart. Her name was Akari, translating from Japanese to mean a light. And that's just what she was to me. She was the light in my life. She was my joy in all the misery. But all to soon my light was gone. She had died when I was only four. The one person who would take the precious time out of her day to take me to the library to get a book to read or who would remember my birthday enough to get me a present. She was in a car crash that left her a wreck. They were quick and got her to the hospital quickly but it was all in vein. She died a few hours later. Before she died she called me into her room and gave something very precious that I still have to this day. She gave me a silver chain with an empty silver heart. In the middle of the heart was a rich purple amethyst. It was my mothers last gift to me before she went cold. My mother was the most beautiful person there ever was. She was loving and caring and didn't deserve to leave the world so soon. But she did. And there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I had a power level below average and had no desire to fight. I could have learned. I was offered numerous times out of desperation from my father and his friends, hoping that I had some sort of hidden power that would take the disgrace of having a powerless child off of my fathers name. But I declined.

When I was six my brother left. When mom died he kind of took care of me. When he looked at me I didn't see disgrace or pity. I saw indifference, but it was better than the other two. He asked questions about school and wanted to know if I was being bullied or anything. Of coarse when he asked me these questions I would tell him that school was fine and I wasn't being bullied. I didn't want him to worry as well. He also made sure that I ate all the nights that I didn't show up at the dinner table. Like I said, I wasn't your average saigin. The night he left he left me a note. I said that he hated me and that I was a mistake. He said he hated it how he always had to look out for me and that he never wanted to see me again. From that day on I closed up completely. I never talked, not even to my dad. I'd wake up early so I could go to school before anyone woke up.

One night my dad decided that he had had enough of me. He shouted that he never wanted me and that it was my fault my brother left. He said he wished that I had died with mom or ran away instead of my brother. He said that if I wasn't here than he would have had the perfect life with Chi Chi. He told me that he wished I would just disappear. After this he punched a hole in the wall and shouted at me to go to my room.

Flash back

As he stood there shouting at me I looked at the floor and took it. I didn't cry. What was the point? He would only shout at me more. After he punched the wall he told me to go to my room. I knew he was right. I already knew all the things he had said to me so why did it hurt more when he said it?

When I got to my room I got one of my brothers old backpacks and started packing. I would leave tonight. I can't stay here any longer. Not when I'm causing so much trouble. Why not leave and let them have the perfect family with their unborn baby boy named Gohan? I was going to leave.

I had packed the essentials, my favorite books and some pictures of my mom. I climbed out the window and landed on my feet. I ran into the forest and finally let the tears spill out. I let myself cry for the first time since my mom died. I ran while I cried. I didn't know where I was going but I didn't care I just couldn't stay there. Suddenly I felt something hard hit me and all was black.

End Flash back

My name is Hope Son. Used to be daughter of Goku Son. Before I ran away I was always hearing and telling other peoples stories. But know I's my turn. This is my story.

Ok bad first chapter but I swear the next one will be better. I just used this chapter to introduce you to her and how her life was before destiny islands.

L8er