YEAH I KNOW THIS IS A MARY SUE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT!!!!
Somewhere over the calm ocean, steeped in fog and mystery, its turrets touching the clouds, was the floating palace. This was the home of Kami-sama, the guardian of the earth, the god of this world. From here he watched his people down below, helping them and guiding them towards their destinies.
A shape stirred in the mist, and two slipper-like shoes touched down on the marble grounds. "Kami!!" the gruff voice broke the tranquility surrounding the castle. The Namekian warrior named Piccolo gently set down the teenage girl he had been carrying. "C'mon Jenni, wake up, we're here." As the girl sleepily opened her eyes, the tall emerald green skinned alien looked around in irritation. "Kami!! Where are you, you senile old crone?"
"Patience is a virtue my dear Piccolo." Said the elder Namek who walked out of the palace entrance, leaning heavily on his stick. "Though apparently," he added under his breath, "one that I neglected to share with you when we split forms."
"For your own sake old man," growled Piccolo. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"There's nothing like a good pair of pointy ears, is there?" The elder Namek almost seemed to be talking to himself. "Now, what can I do for you my girl?"
"Her name's Jenni." said Piccolo, a little too protectively.
"I knew that!" said Kami indignantly. "I was just being pleasant. Jennifer-Anne Hill, age 14, from England, need I go on? Now, what do you wish of me Jenni?"
Jenni didn't ask how Kami knew all this; she was having enough trouble adjusting to the situation as it was. After falling asleep she'd just expected to wake up in her own bed, but to her amazement she was still meeting the (supposedly fictional) characters of her favourite TV show. Oh well, she wasn't going to complain! Compared to all that, Kami knowing about her seemed almost to be expected. After all, he was meant to be some wise all knowing God, wasn't he? Uh oh. How was she meant to address him?
"Um…ah…" Jenni bowed to him. "Oh wise Kami-sama, I have come to seek your guidance-" Jenni heard sniggering and looked up. Kami actually looked quite proud of himself, but Piccolo was in hysterics at the guardian's expense. "I can almost see your head growing Kami!"
Kami lost the 'noble' expression he had been wearing, and growled at Piccolo, who just raised an eyebrow (thing) and turned to Jenni. "You don't have to talk to him in that way Jenni, he's not your God, nor mine."
"You can tell that by the disrespectful way he talks to me, can't you?" said Kami quietly, but was ignored.
"Don't bother honouring the old crone, he's not worth it," Continued Piccolo.
Jenni had turned red with embarrassment. "Okay…"
"Ahem!" said Kami, getting over his humiliation at Piccolo's hands.
"Oh, yeah." Said Jenni. "Could you please explain the prophecy thing, and also, why am I here meeting you all? It doesn't make sense!"
"Well it's pretty simple really, I had a dream about the one who would rid us of the Saiyan pirates who want to sell this planet, so we searched for the highest power level that wasn't one of us, and found you."
Piccolo coughed at the 'we' part.
"What I mean is…" said Kami, glancing angrily at Piccolo. "Piccolo rudely eavesdropped on our conversation and took it upon himself to find you and train you, and so he found you first. Pure luck of course, no skill involved."
While Piccolo glared at Kami, Jenni asked the guardian another question. "Yes, but I mean how can it be possible that I'm even here, in the same reality as you? The last time I saw you all was on a TV show called DragonballZ, and now I'm meeting you in person!"
"Here she goes again…" muttered Piccolo. "I don't suppose you've got any smart ideas about this wacky stuff Jenni's saying about us? She thinks I trained Goku's brat!"
"Actually…" said Kami, thoughtfully. "I think I know what she means. Come inside the palace, and I'll show you."
Kami lead them through the massive double doors into the gigantic entrance hall of the palace, then through to a smaller room that looked like an office but seemed too grand to be one. He rummaged through a pile of books on his desk and brought out a large red book with some golden Japanese writing on the front. Jenni's Japanese wasn't all that good, but she thought that it was the kanji symbols for 'ask' and rewards'. Put together the word would read something like 'Prayers answered'. With a look of great concentration on his face Kami flicked through the pages of the book.
"Ah, yes. Here it is. Akira Toriyama, an aspiring young author and comic artist prayed for inspiration for his work, so I sent him dreams of myself and others, like you Piccolo, who I thought would make good material for a comic."
Piccolo snorted, but Kami carried on. "And apparently it worked! I had forgotten all about young Akira, I'm guessing this Dragonball series is pretty popular?"
"It's the best!" said Jenni, happier now that she had even a barely plausible reason for being there.
"Hmmm…" Kami looked thoughtful. "My dream said that the new warrior would be able to see into the future, I wonder if that's what it meant?"
"It could be." Said Piccolo, though he still looked confused, finding it hard to grasp the concept of him being in a cartoon.
Jenni tugged on his cape. "Have you met anyone called Vegeta yet?"
"Uh… No."
She giggled. "Boy are you in for a surprise. Trunks?"
"No, Boxers." Piccolo frowned at her. "What!?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?!"
"No Piccolo, I meant have you met anyone called Trunks yet?"
"Oh." Piccolo was looking slightly purple. (A/N No he's not ill, purple is the colour Nameks go when they're embarrassed.)"What kind of stupid name is that? No, I haven't."
"He's the son of Vegeta and Bulma, though they don't know it when they first meet him, 'cause he came back from an alternate future to warn us all about the androids that are gonna come in three years-, well four from now, but three when he comes, -that you all died fighting in his timeline, but don't worry you win this time, but then this other android thing called Cell had stowed away in his time machine and you all have to fight that too…You're gonna have a great time!!"
Piccolo and Kami were staring at her with open mouths.
"I see she's started already." Said Kami, after a long pause.
Piccolo made some incoherent noise.
Jenni giggled. Having succeeded in winding up Piccolo, she had ran out of things to do, and getting more hyper by the second as she realized this might actually be for real, she needed something to keep herself amused. (A/N I'm dangerous when hyper/bored.) "Now what do we do? Can I start training?"
"I don't think it would be fair to start your training today Jenni, would it Piccolo?"
Piccolo growled at Kami, but then looked towards Jenni. "Well, I guess you have had a pretty hard day, and me and Goku gave those Saiyans quite a beating, I don't think they'll be back for a while. But the training starts tomorrow, okay?"
"Deal." Piccolo looked as though he was expecting Jenni to be worried about this, but she was grinning from ear to ear. After all, this was a dream come true! "But what can we do now?"
"I think it might be a good idea for you to get some sleep," said Kami, like an old grandfather or someone.
"I'm too hyper to sleep!" protested Jenni. "And anyway, I slept with Piccolo on the way here!"
Kami looked shocked, and Piccolo turned very purple. "Not like that!! Sheesh! You two do have dirty minds!" Kami looked relieved, though Jenni added under her breath, "Not that I've had minded that but, hey, you know, ya can't have everything!" Piccolo looked quickly down at her, and she wasn't sure whether he'd heard her or not.
"Heyloo? Anyone home?" a blue haired girl poked her head through the door, and Bulma smiled at Jenni. "Ooohh… So you're the new girl, huh?" Ignoring Piccolo's disdainful frown at her, and Kami's raised eyebrow at the machine oil she was dragging in on the carpet Bulma walked up to Jenni. "I gathered all the guys together to give you a welcome party!"
"A welcome party?" mouthed Jenni, but Bulma went on.
"Come on, we've got to get you out of that awful outfit, where did you get it?"
"It's school uniform."
"Well that explains it. Come on!" She grabbed Jenni's arm and tried to haul her out of the palace as Jenni tried in vain to detach the blue haired girl. She'd never quite been able to figure out Bulma, she acted like a cross between a complete airhead and a scientific genius. After all, Bulma could build a time machine (well, in an alternate future), but she couldn't even figure out how to use the stove! That is, if Vegeta's opinion of Bulma's cooking is anything to go by.
"No, really! You don't have to do this. Honest!" protested Jenni.
"Yeah I do! You know Yamcha, any excuse for a party. Come on!"
Jenni finally managed to gain possession of her arm, and had also figured out a way to get out of the party, or at least make it more fun. She winked at Bulma. "I'm only going if Piccolo goes!"
"If you think I'm going to any party run by those weaklings, you're sadly mistaken."
"And if Piccolo doesn't go I'm not going to let him train me tomorrow!"
"And if you think you've got a choice in that matter, you're also mistaken."
"No I'm not, am I Bulma?"
"Nope."
"Kami?"
"Nope."
The trio smirked. Jenni, and presumably Piccolo too, realized that she carried the full support of the Z fighters behind her claim. It was a good feeling when faced with the fearsome expression on Piccolo's face.
"The Demon king doesn't go to parties."
"Yeah he does," said Jenni. "Think of it as … part of your plan for world domination! You can't take over the world when the Saiyans have beaten you to it, and you need to train me so we can get rid of the Saiyans, and you need to go to the party so you can train me. There, it's simple really!"
Jenni had managed to say all this seriously, without so much as hinting at a smile, (though Kami and Bulma were failing miserably at hiding their own giggling) and Piccolo looked almost convinced. "Where is the party?" he asked.
"It's here." Said Bulma. "All the guys came with me, they've brought the stereos and stuff. You didn't think I'd learnt to fly, did you?"
Kami was by now looking very indignant, and Jenni didn't think Bulma would have thought to ask Kami if they could party at his palace.
"Why don't we go down to the Master Roshi's house? That way we can have a beach party, and have a barbeque and go swimming and stuff. That way Piccolo won't have to dance and the food will please Goku and the other guys. Also we won't be intruding on Kami."
"Yeah, that sounds good!" said Bulma. "I'll go tell the guys. Maybe we'll have a party at your place some other time Kami! See you!"
Kami looked horrified, and Jenni was about to follow Bulma out the door when she noticed Piccolo scowling at her. "Oh, stop sulking Piccolo!"
"I don't want to go."
"Why not?" said Jenni exasperatedly.
"I don't like parties."
"Please?"
Piccolo groaned.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
"Fine! Just don't start groveling. Imagine if the Saiyans could see you now!"
"Thank you! You're a really great guy, Piccolo."
"Yeah, just don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Don't worry, I won't." As Jenni hugged Piccolo for the second time that day, Kami snickered.
"I knew something like this would happen." He said knowingly.
"What?" said Jenni and Piccolo simultaneously.
"Oh, nothing."
"What would happen? Tell me old man." Piccolo was getting angry.
"Nothing, forget I said anything. You better get going, you're going to be late for your party!" As Kami left the hall his laughter could be heard echoing through the palace corridors.
"What was that all about?" asked a rather puzzled Piccolo.
"I have a pretty good idea…" said Jenni, smiling. Kami's predictions usually came true, and she'd love to think that this one was no exception. "Anyway, he was right, we don't want to be late for the party. That reminds me, have you got any trunks?"
"Don't start that again."
"Swimming trunks," said Jenni encouragingly. "You know, so you can go swimming instead of being roped in to dance to Yamcha's awful music?"
"Oh, yeah, I have. But I'll have to go get them."
"I'll get a lift to Master Roshi's with Bulma. Meet you there?"
"What's to stop me from not going?"
"Awww…. Please go Piccolo! I'll just have to trust you in your new status as a great guy. See you later!"
"Yeah, later."
Jenni watched Piccolo fly away, and as she was about to walk out of the palace she bumped into a hassled looking Kami.
"Jenni! I almost forgot to tell you. I went to see your parents earlier, but they kind of took it badly…"
"And?"
"I hypnotized them."
"I figured you might have to do something like that."
"Do you mind?"
"Nah, it's better than the alternative, I wouldn't leave Picc- I mean, I wouldn't leave here for anything! What about Charlotte, how'd she take it?"
Kami smirked, to make sure she knew he'd noticed her slip-up. "Your sister? She believed me, but she would, she's a kid. Despite popular opinion, children tend to be cleverer than adults, they're not so set in their ways." Kami handed Jenni the small traveling case he had been carrying. "Here, she packed you some clothes and things."
"Wow, she's an angel! She knew exactly what I wanted!"
Bulma stuck her head in through the door again. "Jenni! Hurry up, we're leaving!!"
"Coming Bulma! Thanks for everything Kami!" Jenni called as she left the guardian to his peaceful world once more. "See ya!"
Yep, that's it for this chapter, whatd'ya think? Feel free to review! You know, the little box down there? ….. Good, now you've found it, use it or I'll set Piccolo on you. *Sweatdrops at what she just said* On you, as in the not so good sense of course. ^_^;;