Authors Note: Hi, people. It's me, once again. This story your about to read (hopefully) was originally a short story I had to write for my language arts class. When school was out for the summer, I started looking through all my previous school work stuff and found this story. I read it over and thought to myself, "Hey! If I correct all my spelling mistakes, put more detail in this, and make it like 10 pages longer, this could be a damn good Dragon Ball Z/ Sailor Moon crossover fan fiction!" So I looked this story up on my disks and I'm still making changes. And, well, here it is. The first chapter. I hope you enjoy!
"Viva Family"
by: Lady Saturn
Rated: PG
Type: DBZ/SM crossover
Chapter: 1
... and on with the story. ^_^
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The year is 2001 A.D. My name is Keruri D. (pronounced as Key-or-ee) and I am 14 years of age. Ever since I was born, my mother had always told me that my biological father broke up with her during the pregnancy. She has been dead now for 5 years, at the cause of a drunken driver. So, I pretty much live alone here in my little apartment in Tokyo, Japan. I don't live off welfare, I have a well-paying job as a Japanese animator, and I'm working on an anime I created called "Lady Saturn." (... no pun intended) But one thing still sticks in my mind. I know my father is still alive. Social Services knows it too, and they're still trying to find him, because in their minds, I'm too young to live on my own. The thing that bothers me is why my father didn't want to be a part of a life that he himself had helped create.
I for one don't respect people like that, but then on the other hand, he is my father. So I suppose I should cut him some slack. Before me mother died, she had taught me about a lot of things such as, cooking, cleaning, responsibility, puberty, and bunches of other things. Now I use them to my advantage today. And considering the circumstances, they help me a lot. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!" There goes my alarm clock. I have it set for 5:30 a.m., Sunday through Friday for school. As I literally drag myself out of bed and to the shower, I remember... I forgot to turn off my alarm. I spin myself around, a little too fast for my liking, and stare at the alarm, trying to will it to turn off. But to my disapproval, it still sits there, beeping. I walk over to it and manually turn it off and head for the shower. About half an hour later, I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, in my school uniform. My uniform is a white dress shirt, a maroon tie, a gray vest with a maroon lining, a gray skirt, black high heels and white knee socks. On my vest, the school name is embroidered, Mugan High School, in a brilliant red, 17th century cursive.
After my highly nutritious breakfast (2 wild-berry pop-tarts and a glass of cherry Kool-Aid, mind you) I head out my door to school. Half-way there, I see one of my "smarter" friends, Ami. She is 14 and is rumored to have a 365 I.Q. And there she is, in the 8th grade, reading a 12th grade level math text book. 'Man, that girl has gotta get her nose out of those books!' I think to myself. I am in the 10th grade. Yeah, I know, kind of advanced for a 13 year old, but hey, besides my line of work, I have nothing better to do than study. (now... a word comes to my mind... I think it's , hypocritical!) I start to run up to Ami but stop in my tracks on the sidewalk as a Yellow BMW convertible pulls over next to me. I look at the driver and instantly recognize her as my good friend, Haruka. "Hey." She coolly says to me. Haruka, you should know a few things about her just so you don't get any ideas. Don't get me wrong here, she's very pretty, but she is a cross-dresser... and a lesbian. Her girlfriend is in the passenger seat. Her and I are friends too. The girl's name is Michiru. "Good morning." I reply.
"Hop in, Keruri!" As I get in, I put my seatbelt on and they drive me to school for the day. They drop me off at school and leave with a quick good bye, for they are afraid of this school... I don't know why. I walk in the double doors and greet my friend, Mimet. Half way through my school day, I sit at my round little table in the tearoom, drinking my hibiscus tea with my other friends, Amberu and Setsuna. The bell rings, signaling for us to go to our 6th period class, which for me is Algebra 2. Haruna-sensei was talking about alternate interior angles when the office called me down for an early dismissal. I have no clue why they would. No one has the authority to do so seeing as it my whole family except my dad is dead. I walk into the office to find two people dressed in Armani suits. They walk towards me and shake my hand. "Miss D, we are representatives for social services and we urgently need to speak with you." They said in unison. I nodded. The duo lead me to their car and on the way to wherever we were going they told me why they needed to "urgently" speak with me.
"Miss D, you are aware that your father is still alive, are you not?" "I am aware, is that why you have come here?" I asked calmly. "Yes, actually we think we have found him, but we need to do a blood test to make sure. That's why we took you out of school today." "Alright, but do you mind telling me why exactly my father is?" I really needed to know this so I know who I'm kicking the crap out of for leaving my mom and not being there for me the past 14 years. "Yes, his name is Krillin
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"Viva Family"
by: Lady Saturn
Rated: PG
Type: DBZ/SM crossover
Chapter: 1
... and on with the story. ^_^
@----------------
The year is 2001 A.D. My name is Keruri D. (pronounced as Key-or-ee) and I am 14 years of age. Ever since I was born, my mother had always told me that my biological father broke up with her during the pregnancy. She has been dead now for 5 years, at the cause of a drunken driver. So, I pretty much live alone here in my little apartment in Tokyo, Japan. I don't live off welfare, I have a well-paying job as a Japanese animator, and I'm working on an anime I created called "Lady Saturn." (... no pun intended) But one thing still sticks in my mind. I know my father is still alive. Social Services knows it too, and they're still trying to find him, because in their minds, I'm too young to live on my own. The thing that bothers me is why my father didn't want to be a part of a life that he himself had helped create.
I for one don't respect people like that, but then on the other hand, he is my father. So I suppose I should cut him some slack. Before me mother died, she had taught me about a lot of things such as, cooking, cleaning, responsibility, puberty, and bunches of other things. Now I use them to my advantage today. And considering the circumstances, they help me a lot. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!" There goes my alarm clock. I have it set for 5:30 a.m., Sunday through Friday for school. As I literally drag myself out of bed and to the shower, I remember... I forgot to turn off my alarm. I spin myself around, a little too fast for my liking, and stare at the alarm, trying to will it to turn off. But to my disapproval, it still sits there, beeping. I walk over to it and manually turn it off and head for the shower. About half an hour later, I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, in my school uniform. My uniform is a white dress shirt, a maroon tie, a gray vest with a maroon lining, a gray skirt, black high heels and white knee socks. On my vest, the school name is embroidered, Mugan High School, in a brilliant red, 17th century cursive.
After my highly nutritious breakfast (2 wild-berry pop-tarts and a glass of cherry Kool-Aid, mind you) I head out my door to school. Half-way there, I see one of my "smarter" friends, Ami. She is 14 and is rumored to have a 365 I.Q. And there she is, in the 8th grade, reading a 12th grade level math text book. 'Man, that girl has gotta get her nose out of those books!' I think to myself. I am in the 10th grade. Yeah, I know, kind of advanced for a 13 year old, but hey, besides my line of work, I have nothing better to do than study. (now... a word comes to my mind... I think it's , hypocritical!) I start to run up to Ami but stop in my tracks on the sidewalk as a Yellow BMW convertible pulls over next to me. I look at the driver and instantly recognize her as my good friend, Haruka. "Hey." She coolly says to me. Haruka, you should know a few things about her just so you don't get any ideas. Don't get me wrong here, she's very pretty, but she is a cross-dresser... and a lesbian. Her girlfriend is in the passenger seat. Her and I are friends too. The girl's name is Michiru. "Good morning." I reply.
"Hop in, Keruri!" As I get in, I put my seatbelt on and they drive me to school for the day. They drop me off at school and leave with a quick good bye, for they are afraid of this school... I don't know why. I walk in the double doors and greet my friend, Mimet. Half way through my school day, I sit at my round little table in the tearoom, drinking my hibiscus tea with my other friends, Amberu and Setsuna. The bell rings, signaling for us to go to our 6th period class, which for me is Algebra 2. Haruna-sensei was talking about alternate interior angles when the office called me down for an early dismissal. I have no clue why they would. No one has the authority to do so seeing as it my whole family except my dad is dead. I walk into the office to find two people dressed in Armani suits. They walk towards me and shake my hand. "Miss D, we are representatives for social services and we urgently need to speak with you." They said in unison. I nodded. The duo lead me to their car and on the way to wherever we were going they told me why they needed to "urgently" speak with me.
"Miss D, you are aware that your father is still alive, are you not?" "I am aware, is that why you have come here?" I asked calmly. "Yes, actually we think we have found him, but we need to do a blood test to make sure. That's why we took you out of school today." "Alright, but do you mind telling me why exactly my father is?" I really needed to know this so I know who I'm kicking the crap out of for leaving my mom and not being there for me the past 14 years. "Yes, his name is Krillin
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