DragonBallZ: When Dreams Become Reality
Chapter 3 written by Noble....
Quick Author's note: Hey all how you all doin? This is just a quick reminder for all the readers who have red both this story and my previous DBZ story Impossible love? The good news is since readers have requested and told me time and time again about spacing out my story with paragraphs, I have listened and tried everything in my power to fix the problem. But unfortunetly 2 months ago I recently contracted a virus which messed up my email and HTML format, but as of yesterday I found the virus, deleted it and corrected the problem so now both DBZ fics Impossible love? and When Dreams Become Reality and stories to come in the future are all corrected and changed for your viewing pleasure!) You readers have no idea how frustrated I was fixing this problem just to satisfy all you happy people out there...heh...any on with the story...
How frustrating, he thought. 1 hour into his new surroundings and people were already giving him strange looks, some mixed with mirth and giggling, other's looked at him with a look of disgust that he didn't actually approve of and was tempted to question them angrily and if not given a suitable answer the young warrior might have beaten the crap out of the older adults just to get rid of the stress that was slowly playing havoc on his mind. But no, he just turned away from their curious gazes and grunted unamusedly and walked on. It wasn't easy for him to adapt to such a busy environment so easily, not when it was filled with thousands of people walking around in different directions, pushing and shoving each other out of their way. He much preferred to be secluded with his own space, much like when he was in the vast wilderness of the wastelands and desserts. Being alone to himself soothed his mind, but being around such a vast amount of populace was disturbing, perhaps frightening even.
Not that he would admit this. He had come too far already to give up just because of so many curious glances and stares that made him feel uneasy. He would adapt and deal with the nagging thoughts that bugged him and move on. I mean it wasn't like they'd never seen a human before wearing different clothes was it? There were thousands like him in attires all different to his own. Some wore black business suits, fitted with a white shirt and tie. Other's just wore regular clothing that consisted of a shirt and baggy denim jeans and highly expensive brand trainers, then there was the female population; Not any different from how the male species were, just a little different body wise. Strangely enough the attire that most women wore that he looked at actually suited the females that walked about through their busy lives. Similar to males but all around different. The way their clothing clinged to their slim figures showed off nicely the finer points about them, the way they walked seemed dominant, if not arousing and it quickly dawned on the young warrior that the female species in the world over were probably dominant over the men. Gazing from one couple to the next, his suspicions were confirmed. "Feh, pathetic..." he growled angrily to himself.
Just look at them. Women accompanied by their mates walking around with big goofy smiles on their faces, following the every whim of their partner. Spending their money just to satisfy and make them happy and the female who recieves the gifts smiles back to him acts oblivious to it all, like it was an act of childish innocence and youth. Well the young boy doesn't feel sorry for those poor saps, not by a long shot. Infact he rather curses them for their stupidity. The woman of this world have their partners wrapped around their little finger no doubt and are probably bribing them with something only women can give and sadly even though those acts of closeness and mush annoyed him, the nameless warrior did not know why people acted like that nor did he know or had ever experienced what love did to a person. How could he? He grew up in the cold wastelands alone and unnoticed and only now was he returning to regain his humanity, what he could find of it that is. "Those idiots might as well put a ball and chain to their ankles, if they continue to follow their women around like dogs on a tight leash" he thinks chuckling inwardly.
Shaking his head he turns away from the love sick happy couples that covort around the city and continues his search for something new that would interest someone his age. As he walks around the Plymouth city centre for another 2 hours, again he is faced with people of all ages and sizes looking at him questioningly and somewhat disgustedly. Just what was their problem? It was getting to the point where his patience was waering him thin. Was he being tested to be accepted within their number? Whatever the point was that they were trying to make, he did not need to know if they approved or declined of who is or what he was. Humans were always like that, judgemental bastards....always so quick to judge someone because of their appearance first and then personality second. Why was humanity like that? Why does every single person need a scape goat to berate and humilate, why is it a single normal person from one day to the next becomes a target to others because they feel a need, no a right to make their lives miserable? Who the fuck is in the right these days....what does give people the right to publically humilate and make that person's life a living hell? In the boy's view.....nobody has a right to judge him, Nobody! But then again he feels the same should apply for every other human on the planet trying to get along with their lives. No one has the right to go all judgemental on this young warrior, why should they? They don't even know him, they don't even know the first thing about him...he only barely understands himself as of now, even he is unaware of the things about himself that he should know.....that's why he finally returned to the city, any city where could find the answers he long since sought answers too. But he wasn't going to find answers being stuck around a huge mass of human flesh, each with their own questions to his attire and weird glances at him.
Shaking his head, he powers up his ki until it flares blue and heads for the skies flying above prying eyes and unwanted attention. This definetly cleared his head somewhat as he once again felt free and given perfect solitude to his thoughts and to his alone. He would definetly have to get used to being around such a large amount of people but the question was where could he do that and find the answers he was looking for? The answer ironically presented itself before him as he mindlessly flew up to a medium sized but spaceous building. Looking at the writing on the building he mouthed the words as he saw them, "Plymouth School of Education?" A school? he mused questioningly. Hearing voices below him he looked down to see adults running about...no not adults...kids...teenagers near his age. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, some running around trying to 'tag' the person they were trying to catch, others secluded in corners speaking of gossip and what not, other's playing recreational activities that either consisted of football or baseball and rarely he would spot some kids that preferred to be alone, living the style of the loner observing everyone else around the school grounds and not being judged for it?!
If someone was trying to give him an answer it would seem he found one. Not in the long run of answers he was desperately searching for about his origins, but it was a place to start....Only with a few hundred students ranging from 13 and up he could probably fit in with this new society and perhaps call this new place 'home'.
But if he was to start learning at this school it was time he had given himself a name. He couldn't remain nameless forever and besides one or two of the students he might commute with might actually ask his name. It might actually sound stupid to answer that he didn't even have one....they might just think he was strange or that he was suffering from amnesia. So he would definetly have to go by an assumed Alias until he discovered what his real name was, if he ever was given one at birth...besides no one has seen him before so nobody would be none the wiser.
Thinking back to years past, he thinks about his training, of his limits and strengths....his strong and weak points of what he could and could not do. He had once thought could he have ever taken a human life and he concluded the answer was no...no he could not. Such an act as such of sparing someone's life would have said that act to be somewhat 'noble'....what that's it....Noble.....it sounded good and suited his personality perfectly. He did not care for a second name...it was irrelevant...one name suited him well enough and Noble described how he was although he was not royalty, an ancient name for a person forgotten to the world as though he never even existed.
Smirking now the boy now known as Noble leviatates to the back of the school where he could not see nor detect any ki signatures heading in his direction and stays huddled against the wall. His weighted cape and turban would have to go for the moment, no need to attract any unwanted attention because of his fighting gi uniform. But he would have to add something to his garb to make him look less conspicuous. Looking round the corner he spots a boy somewhere round his age and height wearing a denim blue jacket and smirking he thinks something such as that would suit his new attire for the time being. Moving back behind the wall he concentrates deeply on the image of the denium jacket, it's design and every detail until in a flash his muscular arms and and body is covered by the denium jacket pictured in his mind, fitted to his size and stature. 'Not bad for a first try at something new' he thinks silently congratulating himself.
Walking out from behind the school wall he walked proudly with a frown of determination on his face, although his attire had changed somewhat the person inside would not change just for his wanting to be accepted or because of new surroundings. The students would have to accept him as he was and live with it.
Once through the doors and into the reception, he glances left and right and immediately the pictures and photographs of students who attended the school before him or others stand pinned on the wall as school memorabelia or good times that have come and gone, graced only within the walls of this place of education. Absent mindly he wonders if anyone holds the answers he seeks and examines the pictures until a voice startles him from his curious examination of photgraphs.
"Excuse me but are you here for an appointment or are you supposed to be in class?" the female receptionist asks.
"Hn...?" Oh great way to introduce yourself Noble, how are you going to introduce yourself to others if you can't even say anything more than 2 letters! he thinks mentally kicking himself.
"Hi...my name is Noble, I would like to start studying at this school..." he says unemotionally but loud enough for her to hear.
"OOOO, your a cutie aren't you. No wonder I didn't recognise you before. Are you from around here honey?" she asks smiling.
"You could say that, I just 'moved' here recently" he answers matter of factly.
"Well if you just come with me to the Headmaster's office, he'll explain the whole procedure and suit you up with all the books and equipment that you'll need, but please be aware of the rules he's very strict. Once he's given you a little test and if you pass come and see me after and I'll take your measurements and get you the best school uniform that suits your requirements".
Noble couldn't help but smile at the politeness of this woman. The first real person he was talking to and she was kind enough to show him round a little bit and help him out with getting introduced to the school grounds. 'Maybe this new sort of life would be interesting' after all he thinks smiling inwardly as outwardly.
Author's Note: Oh heck I'm burning with idea's here people. So what do you all think about my fic so far? good? Bad? please be a responsible reader and review and tell me what you think because your views on my story are what count the most to me. A little word of caution for people who reviewed my fic before, I just recently tried to fix it but I fucked up and the story was removed so I posted it up again, this shout out goes to Juu chan52 and others as I apologise for this minor inconvinience. Anyhow all fics from here on it will be with paragraphs and fixed finally! One final point that I neglected to mention in chapter 2 is that 'Nobles' (no not me) powerlevel after 8 years training is roughly at 5 million, but with his turning into his 'new form' his full powerlevel so far is 45 million. When the answers of this guys origin come up it will sure be guarranted as a shocker and will most definetly bite you in the ass! lol. I'll start chapter 4 tommorrow first thing after I get up and shower till then keep them reviews coming....peace!
signed Noble....