Disclaimer: (Author's muse enters a start white empty expanse wearing black hakama pants and a white gi top, her Samurai sword hanging ready at her hip. She pulls out a scroll, unrolls it, clears her throat and begins to read:

The Author of this fiction would like to express her sorrow of the fact that she does not own Dragon Ball Z, any of its characters the characters Jen and Tabitha in this story are hers, or Starbucks. If she did, she wouldn't be answering phones to put herself through college.

She does welcome your pity for this and your comments. Flames, however, will be handed over to an irate Vegeta who will handle them in any manner he deems appropriate Muse gulps.

Thank You.

Muse rolls up scroll, bows and exits)

Introduction:

I really couldn't tell you how it happened. Perhaps it was the result of a subconscious wish or deep-rooted prayer. I will warn you: my story is strange, in fact it's unbelievable. But I ask you to sit through to the end. Who knows, maybe you'll learn something.

I suppose it would help if I gave you some background on myself. Strange, but all I can give you is some. I have been here for so long my life before seems but a fading dream. My name is Jennifer - Jen to everyone who knows me. I have another name as well, a recent acquirement, but that will be explained in due time. I used to be a college student and secretary. I drove an average car, lived in a small, 2 bedroom apartment, worked 5 days a week and struggled to scrape together enough change to buy a double shot of espresso at Starbucks. I didn't like my job, studied too hard and eked out small increments of time to scribble some poetry. That all seems so irrelevant now, so trivial. I can laugh about it now.

If you're interested, I'm about 5'5" with gray/blue eyes and long blond hair. I'm not repulsive looking; I'd say I'm average. Yes, average - that pretty much sums up my life. Former life: I don't know, would you call it a past life? However you want to put it, that's how things were. As to how things are, that requires some explaining...ok, a lot of explaining. As I stated earlier, it's quite unbelievable. So let me tell you this story - my story- and you can judge if for yourself. It all started when I fell through a sidewalk. Yes, you read correctly, through a sidewalk...

AN: Ok, be honest, what do you think? Did that whet your appetite? Don't worry, those loveable Z fighters are coming up next! I welcome your comments as well as your constructive criticism. This is my first submitted fan-fiction so don't be too brutal! The sending in of my other fics is dependent on your response to this one. (If you're interested, they are Gundam Wing as well as some book fanfic.) I appreciate your reviews!