Warning: Small mentions of suicide, language, and roughhousing with children. This warning applies throughout the rest of this story! I will notify you of any changes or a particular chapter contains something especially triggering.

Not a Gamer, overpowered, related to the main characters or wishes to change the future for the better.

Disclaimer: Purely Fanfiction

Prologue

I would consider myself considerably blessed had my heart remained still my first go around. I had wonderful caring friends, doting loving parents, a decent job and a crappy car.

Unfortunately, had is a past tense word.

"I like mint; it endures."

My eyes opened blurrily as the soothing motions of the car stopped. I began to whine.

"It's okay honey, go back to sleep."

Something soft and equally squishy was shoved into my mouth. I automatically began to suck.

And sleep I did.

There were people moving about all around me. It took me a total of five minutes -I don't know- to figure out what these colorful blurs where doing.

Exercising.

I shuddered and I'm guessing this brought attention to me.

"Oi, Tsuki your brat's awake."

Then a face most definitely not my mother because she had brilliant pink hair while this person had plain black-and so much fur?-I panicked.

I spit in his eye.

My original goal was his cheek, the effect was still in the desired range.

The obviously male tone cringed backward and took off most likely to go wash his eye out. His holler of, "She spited in my eye!" made the other blurs pause before some chuckles filled the air.

Then familiar pink and brown filled my sight and I relaxed; letting out a gummy smile.

"Pondi, bad."

My smile dropped because I was not a dog.

"You're so cute!"

The perks of being only a year old. You don't get scolded too much.

"If you exercise daily it will increase your life span!" Tsuki chattered on, presenting her daughter with one of the many benefits of working out. She had hoped to get at least some sort of excitement out of her daughter but it was starting to become more apparent that she favored her dad in this aspect.

And while Pondi had been listening with half an ear when she heard this she couldn't help but to hysterically laugh because how stupid was that.

She wasn't fooled.

There is boisterous laughter assaulting my ears from both sides.

There are some people slamming their tankards on the polished wooden tables demanding more beer, some are simply dying with laughter, and the rest are sitting nearest to me cursing up a storm over whose daughter was cuter or equally unexpected topic drunkards are discussing.

Highly amusing watching two scary men bicker about anything "cute".

I loved it.

While my eyes shined with mirth no doubt, Daddy regarded the clients at the bar with open disdain.

"Shut the hell up you blind scumbags, my daughter's right there." He wiped out a glass before setting it on the table and filling it with some concoction of different alcoholic mixtures. "She's obviously the cutest daughter around."

I much preferred this new setting to Mom's police gym.

One of the men wiped his beard of the dribble that'd escaped the sides of his mouth. "Ya cursing too, ya damn loon."

This was met with, "One of us needs to stop so the damage is minimal, fucker."

Another familiar face slid into a stool at the bar, and before he could even order Daddy had slid the concoctions he was mixing to the elderly man.

He puffed out some air. "Not today I'm afraid. Wife nagging me about my health. Some simple orange juice will do."

"If you wanted orange juice you should've gone to a grocery store, Tink." He was clearly upset at having to use his juice in something other than a mixture.

"The welcoming atmosphere is always refreshing, Pondo."

I just continued to sit laughing behind the bar counter holding my gut at the usual banter my Dad's work environment never failed to provide for the past two weeks.

After Mom had finally returned from her two-week training program that was mandatory for some West City police workers in some section-and, of course, Mom volunteered to go be brutally trained in boot camp, I found I latched onto her with a vengeance. And my heart soared when she returned my hug with much more enthusiasm.

I should feel guilty, sick, disgusted with myself but I didn't.

There were as many reasons I haven't ended my new life due to insanity and anxiety as I could count on one hand.

Mainly being my wonderful family that didn't deserve a suicidal toddler (is that even possible?) because of course, they are both absolutely amazing.

Secondly but most relieving is the pure fact that I was reborn in a life with no connections with any main, side, supporting, or background characters of the Dragon Ball series and beyond. Well, that I knew of so far and hopefully it stays this way.

Why the Dragon Ball series?

Well, the ever-famous words Capsule Corp. on literally just about every vehicle, machine, and house devices I've seen were the major give away.

My second clue, when really there were so many more I should have seen, was the fact that animals were literally talking, walking, acting, behaving as if they were humans.

Anthropomorphic animals.

When I'd first seen animals talking, I had literally stopped and begun babbling wildly. Because holy hell why weren't they recording this?!

My parents, that see nothing out of ordinary with this because this is normal for them, just looked at me with worried glances.

Then I shrugged because what the hell I wasn't exactly normal myself and I had absolutely no intention of getting mixed up in with the Dragon Gang.

Despite having already died, I quite enjoyed living.

Well here's Pondi! A normal loving girl who decides early on that she wants nothing to do with the craziness that is Dragon Ball. And because we all know that isn't going to work out for certain reasons! : P

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