Hiya, umm you know the whole drill. I do not own any Dbz characters
kk. I only own the characters that obviously aren't Dbz/gt characters but
you'll have to read to find out who they are. Bye
'All threw my life I've been different. I liked that feeling. The feeling I was different from everyone else in this world. People called me cold, heartless, a freak. I had a reason for it. The first memory I had was of death.' I began to write in my new Journal. I growled in frustration and flung the book across the room. It hit my wall with a thud and fell closing its black leather cover. It seemed to stair up at me laughing. The counselors I was seeing now thought that by expressing my ideas in words to them, they could see what was bothering me. They were stupid to think they knew about my life from a book. I groaned as I rolled off my bed and headed to the kitchen. I touched the button to my stereo as I turned in the middle of the living room. I slipped into a stance as linkin park began to blare from the system in my grandparent's house. They were out shopping for the day. It was the Sunday before school officially began once again. Though we started two weeks late from a recent strike. Crawling's remix from the reanimation cd played as I went threw warm ups. I had taken martial arts, fencing, boxing, and a handful of other fighting classes to learn respect and to control my anger. It never worked well except teach me new things. I was always the bad tough girl at my school. I had to keep up that reputation. I had worked hard for my name at school, now the nickname was no longer Vic or Vicky, but my full name, Victoria DeBloom. My mothers last name; Her husband wasn't my father, though I barely remembered both of them. I froze as I realized I was staring straight at the full-length mirror in the hall. I was a copy of my mother, almost exact except my eyes. My figure was like hers, small built and curvy, my skin creamy and just lightly sun kissed, my lips full and naturally a rosy red, my hair pin straight black, it lay down my back in a deep river of black waters. My eyes told of who my father may have been. They were almost all black except for gold's brimming them. It was the slightest hint of gold that added to their deadly look. They could shoot daggers, or make a person freeze in there tracks. My gran called them evil, just like my father. She detested my mother in everyway. The only reason she got me was because my mother's husband adopted me legally when they wed. I stepped up to the mirror looking harder. My eyes seemed like deep pools, ready to devourer ones soul. I growled as I punched the mirror lightly, shattering it. Cracks ran all along the mirror in a spider web pattern almost. They distorted my image to were I grinned evilly showing the slightest tip of my teeth.
"Better." I mumbled closing my eyes and breathed deep. I froze as I saw my mother and David sitting on a bed laughing. I always though of him as my father no matter what anyone said. She was laughing as she combed my hair. I sat on his knee holding a small figure of some creature. He talked but no sound was herd. The vision faded to us going out. IT was Christmas time. The snow fell lightly around us, it was nearly six inches on all sides, up to my knees then. I was only four, just turning. Mother laughed as she slipped in her card to the atm and pressed her password in when a bang echoed my ears. I stood there watching unable to do anything even now. She stood swaying in the wind before falling to her knees and forward. The guy walked forward from the bushes. His black clothing speckled with snow. He raised the gun at me as David grabbed me in his arms turning his back on the man. Another shot echoed threw the air as I looked up to see his face disfigures a large hole from half of his face. I was covered in blood, his blood. I stared at the man trying to embed his image in my head, somewhat long black hair, blue eyes that shined like molten steel, punkish street cloths, the rest of him in shadow. I shook my head hard to get the image from my mind. I opened my eyes again only to see I was in the living room. I grumbled grabbing my car keys and headed to the door. I would go get my hair trimmed for school. I didn't realize I was touching my mothers necklace lightly under my shirt. I got home later that night. My hair to my shoulder blades and shimmered blue. My grandmother gasped and began her lectures once again. I ignored them heading straight for my room and fell asleep.
One more class, I though happily. I wondered who the new gym teachers were. I knew there were four new students in school. Word spread quickly in the school system; even the teachers were talking about the kids. Our old gym teachers quit with the refusal of a pay raise. I began to drift off when the bell rang. I shot out of my math class to gym. Anything but ms. LePage going on and on would be better. The cheerleaders were giggling and talking about the new kids as I entered. Was getting the new guy in school a contest with them. I sighed as I sat down and leaned back to sleep. The hush of the girls made me look up and toward the door. Four kids entered two with black hair. Their eyes looked a bit alike. She was a freshman, I could tell that. But who was he, and what grade? The other was around the same age of the black haired boy. He had lavender hair cut at ear length. He seemed to familiar, a turquoise colored haired girl came bounding up to him chirping worse then the cheerleaders. I didn't realize purple haired boy was staring at me. "TRUNKS." The girl said waving her hand in front of his face and jumped up and down. He seemed to acknowledge her but not look away. "Are you, or are you not going to give me a ride home?" Her whining voice broke the silence. They were both a bit familiar, but more so the boy she called trunks. Such an odd name. My mind wanted me to run up and hug him and the girl. I ignored it as I did most things and pegged him off. He recoiled at this and looked away. Two elder men followed into the gym. One was taller with wild hair. He seemed to have a playful expression. I immediately disliked him. Something about him was unnaturally cheery. The other walked in a scowl on his face arms crossed and hair that defied gravity. He seemed a bit more serious but no better then the other one. I didn't like him much either seeing him; I would wait to see how they held class. "What's your name?" Tanya's velvety voice broke my thinking. I turned to see her flirting with the purpled haired boy trunks. "Trunks." He shrugged plainly. He didn't seem to like Tanya. That made me laugh so hard inside I couldn't keep from letting a chuckle pass my lips. "Well if it isn't the snake Viper." Kara, Tanya's right hand, sneered at me. She flipped her hair over her shoulder grinning as she eyes the black- headed boy. Something in me raged wanting to lunge at her for laying eyes on him. Tanya saw the fire flair in my eyes, I had let my guard down. "Jealous?" Tanya grinned moving closer to trunks. I wanted to deck her in general. "No, but seems to me that you've lost your touch." I grinned evilly. That ticked her off as she realized trunks was standing up to walk away from her. She stood up and smiled at me. "I can still take you on, ive learned a trick or two this summer." She smiled I stood and walked toward her. It was play time.
"This will be fun." I smirked as she punched for my face. I dropped spinning my foot out tripping her. A grin across my face as she hit the ground. I was crouched down ready to lunge again. I stood and looked down at her. Blood was flowing from her nose. I slid my foot under her and jabbed hard enough to roll her over. She scrunched up holding her gut. I knelt down near her face and looked her in the eye.
"Next time, don't challenge me so quickly." I shot at her and turned to leave, walking over her. I neared the door when the shorter one of the men blocked my path. He was relatively short, though I was short at only 5'1 he was a few inches taller then me but still short. His arms crossed his chest in a don't try it attitude. His hair stood straight up defying gravity. He stared at me sharply with dark eyes. I hadn't looked him in the eye yet; most people feared my 'evil' eyes. I shot a deadly look right back at him. He seemed to look over me slowly as if summing me up. He stopped seeing my face and paled slightly. He stepped out of my way as I smirked walking past him not breaking eye contact till I reached the hall and was halfway down it.
Come on please please please review. I know I know most people don't like flamers. But I consider them a good thing so I can see what's wrong and try to fix it. So I want what you really think nothing sugar coated crap. Um ya there is more action in later chapters, just tell me what you think as I said this is my first anime fan-fiction im used to writing books so um ya just please please please tell me what you think.
'All threw my life I've been different. I liked that feeling. The feeling I was different from everyone else in this world. People called me cold, heartless, a freak. I had a reason for it. The first memory I had was of death.' I began to write in my new Journal. I growled in frustration and flung the book across the room. It hit my wall with a thud and fell closing its black leather cover. It seemed to stair up at me laughing. The counselors I was seeing now thought that by expressing my ideas in words to them, they could see what was bothering me. They were stupid to think they knew about my life from a book. I groaned as I rolled off my bed and headed to the kitchen. I touched the button to my stereo as I turned in the middle of the living room. I slipped into a stance as linkin park began to blare from the system in my grandparent's house. They were out shopping for the day. It was the Sunday before school officially began once again. Though we started two weeks late from a recent strike. Crawling's remix from the reanimation cd played as I went threw warm ups. I had taken martial arts, fencing, boxing, and a handful of other fighting classes to learn respect and to control my anger. It never worked well except teach me new things. I was always the bad tough girl at my school. I had to keep up that reputation. I had worked hard for my name at school, now the nickname was no longer Vic or Vicky, but my full name, Victoria DeBloom. My mothers last name; Her husband wasn't my father, though I barely remembered both of them. I froze as I realized I was staring straight at the full-length mirror in the hall. I was a copy of my mother, almost exact except my eyes. My figure was like hers, small built and curvy, my skin creamy and just lightly sun kissed, my lips full and naturally a rosy red, my hair pin straight black, it lay down my back in a deep river of black waters. My eyes told of who my father may have been. They were almost all black except for gold's brimming them. It was the slightest hint of gold that added to their deadly look. They could shoot daggers, or make a person freeze in there tracks. My gran called them evil, just like my father. She detested my mother in everyway. The only reason she got me was because my mother's husband adopted me legally when they wed. I stepped up to the mirror looking harder. My eyes seemed like deep pools, ready to devourer ones soul. I growled as I punched the mirror lightly, shattering it. Cracks ran all along the mirror in a spider web pattern almost. They distorted my image to were I grinned evilly showing the slightest tip of my teeth.
"Better." I mumbled closing my eyes and breathed deep. I froze as I saw my mother and David sitting on a bed laughing. I always though of him as my father no matter what anyone said. She was laughing as she combed my hair. I sat on his knee holding a small figure of some creature. He talked but no sound was herd. The vision faded to us going out. IT was Christmas time. The snow fell lightly around us, it was nearly six inches on all sides, up to my knees then. I was only four, just turning. Mother laughed as she slipped in her card to the atm and pressed her password in when a bang echoed my ears. I stood there watching unable to do anything even now. She stood swaying in the wind before falling to her knees and forward. The guy walked forward from the bushes. His black clothing speckled with snow. He raised the gun at me as David grabbed me in his arms turning his back on the man. Another shot echoed threw the air as I looked up to see his face disfigures a large hole from half of his face. I was covered in blood, his blood. I stared at the man trying to embed his image in my head, somewhat long black hair, blue eyes that shined like molten steel, punkish street cloths, the rest of him in shadow. I shook my head hard to get the image from my mind. I opened my eyes again only to see I was in the living room. I grumbled grabbing my car keys and headed to the door. I would go get my hair trimmed for school. I didn't realize I was touching my mothers necklace lightly under my shirt. I got home later that night. My hair to my shoulder blades and shimmered blue. My grandmother gasped and began her lectures once again. I ignored them heading straight for my room and fell asleep.
One more class, I though happily. I wondered who the new gym teachers were. I knew there were four new students in school. Word spread quickly in the school system; even the teachers were talking about the kids. Our old gym teachers quit with the refusal of a pay raise. I began to drift off when the bell rang. I shot out of my math class to gym. Anything but ms. LePage going on and on would be better. The cheerleaders were giggling and talking about the new kids as I entered. Was getting the new guy in school a contest with them. I sighed as I sat down and leaned back to sleep. The hush of the girls made me look up and toward the door. Four kids entered two with black hair. Their eyes looked a bit alike. She was a freshman, I could tell that. But who was he, and what grade? The other was around the same age of the black haired boy. He had lavender hair cut at ear length. He seemed to familiar, a turquoise colored haired girl came bounding up to him chirping worse then the cheerleaders. I didn't realize purple haired boy was staring at me. "TRUNKS." The girl said waving her hand in front of his face and jumped up and down. He seemed to acknowledge her but not look away. "Are you, or are you not going to give me a ride home?" Her whining voice broke the silence. They were both a bit familiar, but more so the boy she called trunks. Such an odd name. My mind wanted me to run up and hug him and the girl. I ignored it as I did most things and pegged him off. He recoiled at this and looked away. Two elder men followed into the gym. One was taller with wild hair. He seemed to have a playful expression. I immediately disliked him. Something about him was unnaturally cheery. The other walked in a scowl on his face arms crossed and hair that defied gravity. He seemed a bit more serious but no better then the other one. I didn't like him much either seeing him; I would wait to see how they held class. "What's your name?" Tanya's velvety voice broke my thinking. I turned to see her flirting with the purpled haired boy trunks. "Trunks." He shrugged plainly. He didn't seem to like Tanya. That made me laugh so hard inside I couldn't keep from letting a chuckle pass my lips. "Well if it isn't the snake Viper." Kara, Tanya's right hand, sneered at me. She flipped her hair over her shoulder grinning as she eyes the black- headed boy. Something in me raged wanting to lunge at her for laying eyes on him. Tanya saw the fire flair in my eyes, I had let my guard down. "Jealous?" Tanya grinned moving closer to trunks. I wanted to deck her in general. "No, but seems to me that you've lost your touch." I grinned evilly. That ticked her off as she realized trunks was standing up to walk away from her. She stood up and smiled at me. "I can still take you on, ive learned a trick or two this summer." She smiled I stood and walked toward her. It was play time.
"This will be fun." I smirked as she punched for my face. I dropped spinning my foot out tripping her. A grin across my face as she hit the ground. I was crouched down ready to lunge again. I stood and looked down at her. Blood was flowing from her nose. I slid my foot under her and jabbed hard enough to roll her over. She scrunched up holding her gut. I knelt down near her face and looked her in the eye.
"Next time, don't challenge me so quickly." I shot at her and turned to leave, walking over her. I neared the door when the shorter one of the men blocked my path. He was relatively short, though I was short at only 5'1 he was a few inches taller then me but still short. His arms crossed his chest in a don't try it attitude. His hair stood straight up defying gravity. He stared at me sharply with dark eyes. I hadn't looked him in the eye yet; most people feared my 'evil' eyes. I shot a deadly look right back at him. He seemed to look over me slowly as if summing me up. He stopped seeing my face and paled slightly. He stepped out of my way as I smirked walking past him not breaking eye contact till I reached the hall and was halfway down it.
Come on please please please review. I know I know most people don't like flamers. But I consider them a good thing so I can see what's wrong and try to fix it. So I want what you really think nothing sugar coated crap. Um ya there is more action in later chapters, just tell me what you think as I said this is my first anime fan-fiction im used to writing books so um ya just please please please tell me what you think.