Ok everyone... This is a story I am writing but it has a little bit of a twist! What happens when me... Kirby (AKA Angel) Falls into the wonderfull world of Dragon ball z? Can they handle it? Better yet... Can she handle it! Well... Read and find out!
A/N: Ok Now we all know the drill... I do not own Dragon Ball Z and all that junk... And we all know that if I did I wouldn't be writing this.. and also... I would have more then $2.00 in change... So leave me alone!
"Angel! Hury! We need you on stage!" Angel's manager ran into her dressing room to find Angel doing some of her home work.
"One sec... Lemme finish this..." Angel said a little bit pissed that her manager (let's say his name is Mark....) was bugging her while she was busy doing home work.
"NO! Now Angel!" Mark yelled at the poor 15 year old girl.
"GRR! Man you people sure know how to piss a girl off!" Angel yelled at Mark.
"It's not us! It's your fans! Now get on stage!" Angel ran out of the room and to the stage.
After Angel sang about lets say 12 songs she walked off the stage and back to her dressing room. "NOW!!! Can I please finsh my home work and study for my fricking test!?!?" She yelled seeming anything but happy.
"Fine! See you in 2 weeks, and you better get a good grade on that test... Or i'll be pissed!" Mark yelled at Angel as she packed her stuff up and left to go to the hotel to get the rest of her stuff to go home.
'Yes! Finaly! I get to go home! Have some time to be normal! Go to school! Blah blah blah! Hmmm... I wounder... Should I call mom or wait til I get home and suprize her? Oh hell! I'll wait til I get home!' Angel thought as she ran around her room repacking the rest of her bags and watching the t.v that was in the room.
'Ok Angel let's get out of here... I wanna go home...' Angel thought. 'hmmm... I wounder what that was?' Angel thought as she heard somthing coming from what she thought was the closet. 'What the?!?! What is this?' Angel asked her self right before she blacked out.
A/N: Ok Now we all know the drill... I do not own Dragon Ball Z and all that junk... And we all know that if I did I wouldn't be writing this.. and also... I would have more then $2.00 in change... So leave me alone!
"Angel! Hury! We need you on stage!" Angel's manager ran into her dressing room to find Angel doing some of her home work.
"One sec... Lemme finish this..." Angel said a little bit pissed that her manager (let's say his name is Mark....) was bugging her while she was busy doing home work.
"NO! Now Angel!" Mark yelled at the poor 15 year old girl.
"GRR! Man you people sure know how to piss a girl off!" Angel yelled at Mark.
"It's not us! It's your fans! Now get on stage!" Angel ran out of the room and to the stage.
After Angel sang about lets say 12 songs she walked off the stage and back to her dressing room. "NOW!!! Can I please finsh my home work and study for my fricking test!?!?" She yelled seeming anything but happy.
"Fine! See you in 2 weeks, and you better get a good grade on that test... Or i'll be pissed!" Mark yelled at Angel as she packed her stuff up and left to go to the hotel to get the rest of her stuff to go home.
'Yes! Finaly! I get to go home! Have some time to be normal! Go to school! Blah blah blah! Hmmm... I wounder... Should I call mom or wait til I get home and suprize her? Oh hell! I'll wait til I get home!' Angel thought as she ran around her room repacking the rest of her bags and watching the t.v that was in the room.
'Ok Angel let's get out of here... I wanna go home...' Angel thought. 'hmmm... I wounder what that was?' Angel thought as she heard somthing coming from what she thought was the closet. 'What the?!?! What is this?' Angel asked her self right before she blacked out.