Here's chapter 2, where my plot thickens a TINY bit.

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I woke up lying on a couch with a cold cloth on my head. There was a woman with shoulder length blue hair (I know it isn't that long in the Buu series, but I like it best that way!) looking down at me.

"Don't know WHAT the hell those two were thinking..." She was muttering. "Oh! You're awake! Good! Uhh, I guess you might like to know what's going on?"

"It'd be nice." I replied. I looked at her again and couldn't believe this. Was that Bulma Briefs? It couldn't be, that was just an anime, wasn't it? Isn't it? Then I looked down at myself. I didn't look anything like I had when I'd left the house. I was a drawing. A very good representation, the Japanese had really outdone themselves, but still a illustration. I'd begun this trip in tan pants and a black cowl neck shirt. Now I was wearing a tight blood red shirt and baggy black pants. Not my style. Not me. How could I get out of this? What was going on?

"Well, there are these things called dragon balls..." Bulma had begun.

"I know about that. But why am I here?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, Trunks and Goten made a wish with the dragon balls that the two most efficient overachievers would be brought here. Don't even ask me why. Trunks was trying to prove something, I guess. Because the other person brought here was my son in the future."

"Well, what are Trunks and I supposed to do?"

"Just hand around for a year till we can collect the dragon balls."

"But just imagine how high the stack in my In-Box will be! And I have a lot of stuff besides School and my job to take care of! What am I supposed to do for a year? I'll be bored to death!" I screamed.

"No wonder the dragon chose you two!" Bulma said, nodding at Trunks as he entered the room. "All you can think of is work! Well guess what? Katrina, your work is in another dimension, time is practically stopped there for you. And Trunks, your work is in the future, it doesn't exist yet! SO BOTH OF YOU CHILL!" She ordered us. Trunks and I looked at each other uncertainly, not sure how "chilling" would fit into our schedules. The fact that we didn't have one still hadn't sunk in.

"Is it safe?" I asked Bulma, scared of her reply.

"SAFE? It's the best thing that'll happen to you!" She practically screamed at me.

"Umm, yeah...so you planned on giving us a car and cash at some point, right?" Trunks stated more than asked.

"Of course! Only $1000 each for now." She said filing bills into our hands.

"Car?" Trunks inquired.

"Convertible." She said with a look of supreme satisfaction as she gave him the dino-cap. I couldn't help but wonder what she was so pleased about as Trunks and I went out of the door. Trunks tossed out the dino-cap and opened the car door for me. (Crowd is cued to say "Awwwww! How sweet!" at this point.)

"What was she so happy about?" I asked Trunks, almost nervously. You'd think after watching her on TV for several years I'd know more about her, but I didn't know what the hell to make of this. Her son should know, TV or no TV.

"Don't ask me. She's probably plotting something right now. She's got a nasty habit of pulling surprises on people." He said lightly.

"That helps my severed nerves." I said. My mom had given me the surprise of signing me up for more sports this year, along with only accepting that I should be in honors classes. I never fully enjoyed "surprises" after that.

"Problems?"

"Many."

"Too many to enjoy spending cash?"

"Nah, clothes and accessories make worries and troubles vanish. People are too absorbed in themselves and gossiping about everyone else to worry about anything they can't see." I said, my smile subsiding as I remembered my friends in my dimension, who were everything I'd just said. Was it really so bad to be here?

"Not all people." He said, sounding slightly hurt.

"99.9 % of them." I said bringing back my smile. No, I decided, it was fairly appealing to be here...