Author: Murasaki Rose aka Jeanne
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com or murasaki_rose@dbzmail.com
Archive?: Go for it! Just let me know where so I can link to ya!
Warnings: Mary Sue, minor swearing
Author's note: ~ ~ indicate telepathy and ' ' indicate thought
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Two Worlds, One Woman
Chapter 5~Party Time!
((From the diary of Jeanne: March 28, dragon year 775))
{Despite my earlier fears, today turned out great! Sure I took a frying pan to the
head, but it could have been worse. Most of the Z senshi are still a bit wary of
me(me being a saiya-jin and all), but they don't think I'm a threat. S'okay, I'll
earn their trust eventually. Still, everyone had a good time and I didn't blow
anyone up like they thought I would.}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jetting down the hall, Miraku made fast tracks fort the front door, knowing full
well that the two women standing outside wouldn't be happy if he kept them
waiting too long. Grinning hugely, he opened the door and gestured them in,
"Ohayo gozaimasu* Chichi-san, Debra-san."
"Ohayo Miraku-kun," Chichi replied, "Bulma in the kitchen?"
"Hai."
"So where's the new girl?" Debra asked as she toed off her shoes, spotting a
new pair of black hi-tops amidst the usual pile of shoes.
Miraku pouted and feigned hurt, "Not even a "hello" for your favorite son-in-law?"
he whined, giving the auburn haired senshi puppy dog eyes.
"You're my only son-in-law," she said, rolling her eyes, then embracing the young
man. Pulling back, she smiled up at him, "Better?"
"Yup," he grinned goofily, "Jeanne's in the kitchen helping Bulma-san."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fully expecting to find a wild-haired, bad-tempered woman in full battle armor,
Debra Kreiger and Chichi Son were caught off-guard by the newcomer's
appearance. After a senzu, breakfast, a grueling training session, and a shower,
Jeanne had opted for casual dress. Black bicycle shorts with neon green and
pink stripes down either side and a crop-top T-shirt. The shirt itself was white
with Mickey Mouse leaning under a palm tree wearing shades, shorts, and a
hawaiian shirt. All colored in assorted neon colors. Her hair was pulled to the
right in a side ponytail, earrings composed of assorted geometric shapes again in
assorted neon colors, neon pink socks, and a bow made from neon shoestrings
with beads on the end of each strand completed her ensemble.
'So *that's* who those shoes belong to,' Debra thought, still a little stunned.
Chichi's thoughts were similar to her own, 'You wouldn't know she was a saiya-jin
if it wasn't for the tail.' Both women had noticed with some amusement that the
girl had a neon green and pink ribbon tied in a bow at the base of her auburn
tail. "So *you're* the new saiya-jin Goten was talking about."
Yelling out in surprise, Jeanne dropped open bag of flour she was holding,
getting a facefull. Bulma nearly fell over laughing as the demi-saiya-jin coughed
and sputtered. Cleaning her lenses with her shirt, Jeanne froze in shock when
she replaced her glasses and spotted the two women. Despite being a full three
and four inches taller than them, she still found them both intimidating.
"Hajimemashite, Jeanne desu. Dozoyoroshiku onegaishimasu," she greeted,
bowing in respect.
The older women bowed in return, pleasantly surprised by the her manners.
"Hajimemashite."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'I think I'm going to faint,' Jeanne thought nervously. Any second now the other
Z senshi would arrive. Fidgeting with her watch she saw that her hands were
shaking.
A hand came to rest on her shoulder and she nearly hit the roof, "Calm down
Jeanne. It's not going to be as bad as you think." Takeshi assured her,
squeezing her shoulder gently.
"What makes you think I'm nervous?" she retorted, tilting her head up to glare at
him indignantly. (A/N: Takeshi is 6' 8" and I'm 5' 7 ½")
"Well duh."
'Damn telempathy.'
~That and your tail's all fuzzed out.~
"HEY!! Quit reading my mind!" she exclaimed, jerking away.
"I didn't!" he exclaimed in defense holding his hands up in surrender.
"Oh yes you did! I didn't say that out loud!"
He put his hands on her shoulders and peered into her eyes, "Honestly Jeanne.
I didn't read you're mind. You must have projected it unconsciously."
She glared suspiciously at him for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth
staying angry over. "So you're sure they won't freak out?"
Takeshi let out a short laugh, hugging Jeanne with one arm, completely oblivious
to her blush. "They will, but not like you're thinking. I promise, no one's going to
blast you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you're sure she's not dangerous?"
Bulma sighed in exasperation, the Son family had arrived early and were
bombarding the blue-haired genius with questions. "I'm positive Gohan, as soon
as everyone gets here I'll explain why even Vegeta trusts her."
"Vegeta-san trusts her?!" Videl exclaimed in shock. It had been months before
the surly saiya-jin prince trusted her and even now he still gave her that glare.
And he trusted this mystery girl who'd appeared out of nowhere three days ago.
'Must be because she's a saiya-jin,' she thought before exclaiming crossly, "So
where is this mystery woman anyway?"
"Chill out Videl," Takeshi said, joining them at the table. "She's freaked out
enough as it is."
"But where is she?" Gohan asked indicating the empty grounds. Takeshi
blinked in surprise and turned around, sure enough, Jeanne was nowhere in
sight.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . "
"She's behind the tree," Vegeta informed them, Dende only knew when he'd
arrived. "Brat! Quit hiding and get out here!" All eyes were on the nearby trees
as the new demi-saiya-jin made her appearance. Whatever they had been
expecting, she wasn't it.
Videl blinked in surprise, this was a saiya-jin? "She looks normal enough to me."
Gohan nudged his girlfriend's shoulder, "Look behind her," he whispered nodding
his head at the girl's frantically waving tail.
"Oh . . . my . . ."
"Jeanne `neechan!!!" Videl's exclamation was cut short by Goten's delighted cry.
Darting forward the little boy leapt into her arms and hugged her tight, squealing
happily as she spun him around. When they stopped, Goten looked up at
Jeanne, his deep brown eyes wide and sparkling with concern. "Trunks-kun said
you were hurt!" he exclaimed, hugging her again.
"Hai chibi. I was hurt. But I had a senzu this morning and I'm all better now," she
assured the little boy who had effectively wrapped around her like a vise.
""I'm glad you're okay," he sniffled against her shirt.
"Me too, Goten-kun," she replied, hugging him in return.
Chuckling, Goku stepped up to the duo, "So you're the "nice lady" he was talking
about."
Looking up, Jeanne froze, her face flushing bright red. Son Goku was only an
arm's reach away, a warm, friendly smile on his face. Nodding dumbly, she
couldn't stop her voice from stuttering, "I-I-I'm J-Jeanne, G-G-Goku-san."
Jumping off the stunned demi-saiya-jin, Goten squeezed her hand reassuringly,
"It's okay Jeanne `neechan, Otousan's really nice."
Cocking his head to one side, Goku gave her a silly grin, "So Vegeta says you
don't know how to fight?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe you taught them that song," Gohan commented to Jeanne, who
was currently nursing a large bump on the back of her head. She and the
second generation Z senshi had escaped to the roof after Chichi had gone on a
pan-swinging rampage.
Jianu snickered, "That's *exactly* why I never taught them that one."
"If I'd known there'd be such a violent reaction to it . . . ." Jeanne muttered a tad
sullenly.
Takeshi wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Look on the bright side, at least
you managed to dent her pan." Jeanne groaned and thunked her head on his
shoulder while the others rolled their eyes.
Videl sighed and shook her head at him, "Somehow Takeshi, I don't think that's
making her feel any better."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When the last guest had departed, Bulma went to find Jeanne. She wanted to
talk to her about starting testing tomorrow. It didn't take long to find her, the
demi-saiya-jin girl had retreated to the kitchen with the Dragonball Guardians.
The eight college students were sitting at the table, quietly talking.
" . . . only seven months, that's not too bad."
"Could be worse. It could be the full year."
Bulma walked in just in time to see Jeanne smack her head on the table. "Come
on, Jeanne-chan. It's not that bad is it?"
Lifting her head, Jeanne rubbed the faint bump on her head, "Iie, it's just that,
well . . . my family is probably freaking out by now, they don't have any idea
where I am! That and I'm going to get way behind on my classes and when I do
get back I probably won't have a job anymore!"
"Look on the bright side, at least you'll know how to fight by the time you get
back." Jianu quipped, earning a glare from Jeanne.
"Urusai na**," she growled.
August 28, 2002
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*~ohayo gozaimasu-good morning
**~urusai na-shut up
It suddenly occurred to me that most of you probably have no idea just how old
my characters are, unless you read the bios and stopped to do the math, so here
we go!
Debra Kreiger: 46 (she's 4 years older than Bulma)
Tim Kreiger: 44 (Jianu, Ana, & Laura's dad, he hasn't shown up yet)
Jianu Kreiger-Nagata: 21
Ana Kreiger: 15 (she hasn't shown up yet)
Laura Kreiger: 10
Miraku Nagata: 20 (almost 21)
Akira Wales: 21
Takeshi Rio: 20
Marion Vegeta: 20
Chujitsu Dublin-Montreal: 20
Sean Dublin-Montreal: 21
Jeanne: 21 (I'm actually 23, but this works better for the story.)
One more thing: Jianu and Miraku are married, as are Chujistu and Sean. ^_^v
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Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or
Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and
Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any
money off of this, its just for fun. And to top it off I'm a college student who works part-time at
Wal-Mart so you know I don't have any money. So if you sue me you won't get anything.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Love it? Hate it? Please let me know! Email me and tell me what you think!
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com or murasaki_rose@dbzmail.com
Archive?: Go for it! Just let me know where so I can link to ya!
Warnings: Mary Sue, minor swearing
Author's note: ~ ~ indicate telepathy and ' ' indicate thought
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two Worlds, One Woman
Chapter 5~Party Time!
((From the diary of Jeanne: March 28, dragon year 775))
{Despite my earlier fears, today turned out great! Sure I took a frying pan to the
head, but it could have been worse. Most of the Z senshi are still a bit wary of
me(me being a saiya-jin and all), but they don't think I'm a threat. S'okay, I'll
earn their trust eventually. Still, everyone had a good time and I didn't blow
anyone up like they thought I would.}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jetting down the hall, Miraku made fast tracks fort the front door, knowing full
well that the two women standing outside wouldn't be happy if he kept them
waiting too long. Grinning hugely, he opened the door and gestured them in,
"Ohayo gozaimasu* Chichi-san, Debra-san."
"Ohayo Miraku-kun," Chichi replied, "Bulma in the kitchen?"
"Hai."
"So where's the new girl?" Debra asked as she toed off her shoes, spotting a
new pair of black hi-tops amidst the usual pile of shoes.
Miraku pouted and feigned hurt, "Not even a "hello" for your favorite son-in-law?"
he whined, giving the auburn haired senshi puppy dog eyes.
"You're my only son-in-law," she said, rolling her eyes, then embracing the young
man. Pulling back, she smiled up at him, "Better?"
"Yup," he grinned goofily, "Jeanne's in the kitchen helping Bulma-san."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fully expecting to find a wild-haired, bad-tempered woman in full battle armor,
Debra Kreiger and Chichi Son were caught off-guard by the newcomer's
appearance. After a senzu, breakfast, a grueling training session, and a shower,
Jeanne had opted for casual dress. Black bicycle shorts with neon green and
pink stripes down either side and a crop-top T-shirt. The shirt itself was white
with Mickey Mouse leaning under a palm tree wearing shades, shorts, and a
hawaiian shirt. All colored in assorted neon colors. Her hair was pulled to the
right in a side ponytail, earrings composed of assorted geometric shapes again in
assorted neon colors, neon pink socks, and a bow made from neon shoestrings
with beads on the end of each strand completed her ensemble.
'So *that's* who those shoes belong to,' Debra thought, still a little stunned.
Chichi's thoughts were similar to her own, 'You wouldn't know she was a saiya-jin
if it wasn't for the tail.' Both women had noticed with some amusement that the
girl had a neon green and pink ribbon tied in a bow at the base of her auburn
tail. "So *you're* the new saiya-jin Goten was talking about."
Yelling out in surprise, Jeanne dropped open bag of flour she was holding,
getting a facefull. Bulma nearly fell over laughing as the demi-saiya-jin coughed
and sputtered. Cleaning her lenses with her shirt, Jeanne froze in shock when
she replaced her glasses and spotted the two women. Despite being a full three
and four inches taller than them, she still found them both intimidating.
"Hajimemashite, Jeanne desu. Dozoyoroshiku onegaishimasu," she greeted,
bowing in respect.
The older women bowed in return, pleasantly surprised by the her manners.
"Hajimemashite."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'I think I'm going to faint,' Jeanne thought nervously. Any second now the other
Z senshi would arrive. Fidgeting with her watch she saw that her hands were
shaking.
A hand came to rest on her shoulder and she nearly hit the roof, "Calm down
Jeanne. It's not going to be as bad as you think." Takeshi assured her,
squeezing her shoulder gently.
"What makes you think I'm nervous?" she retorted, tilting her head up to glare at
him indignantly. (A/N: Takeshi is 6' 8" and I'm 5' 7 ½")
"Well duh."
'Damn telempathy.'
~That and your tail's all fuzzed out.~
"HEY!! Quit reading my mind!" she exclaimed, jerking away.
"I didn't!" he exclaimed in defense holding his hands up in surrender.
"Oh yes you did! I didn't say that out loud!"
He put his hands on her shoulders and peered into her eyes, "Honestly Jeanne.
I didn't read you're mind. You must have projected it unconsciously."
She glared suspiciously at him for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth
staying angry over. "So you're sure they won't freak out?"
Takeshi let out a short laugh, hugging Jeanne with one arm, completely oblivious
to her blush. "They will, but not like you're thinking. I promise, no one's going to
blast you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you're sure she's not dangerous?"
Bulma sighed in exasperation, the Son family had arrived early and were
bombarding the blue-haired genius with questions. "I'm positive Gohan, as soon
as everyone gets here I'll explain why even Vegeta trusts her."
"Vegeta-san trusts her?!" Videl exclaimed in shock. It had been months before
the surly saiya-jin prince trusted her and even now he still gave her that glare.
And he trusted this mystery girl who'd appeared out of nowhere three days ago.
'Must be because she's a saiya-jin,' she thought before exclaiming crossly, "So
where is this mystery woman anyway?"
"Chill out Videl," Takeshi said, joining them at the table. "She's freaked out
enough as it is."
"But where is she?" Gohan asked indicating the empty grounds. Takeshi
blinked in surprise and turned around, sure enough, Jeanne was nowhere in
sight.
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . "
"She's behind the tree," Vegeta informed them, Dende only knew when he'd
arrived. "Brat! Quit hiding and get out here!" All eyes were on the nearby trees
as the new demi-saiya-jin made her appearance. Whatever they had been
expecting, she wasn't it.
Videl blinked in surprise, this was a saiya-jin? "She looks normal enough to me."
Gohan nudged his girlfriend's shoulder, "Look behind her," he whispered nodding
his head at the girl's frantically waving tail.
"Oh . . . my . . ."
"Jeanne `neechan!!!" Videl's exclamation was cut short by Goten's delighted cry.
Darting forward the little boy leapt into her arms and hugged her tight, squealing
happily as she spun him around. When they stopped, Goten looked up at
Jeanne, his deep brown eyes wide and sparkling with concern. "Trunks-kun said
you were hurt!" he exclaimed, hugging her again.
"Hai chibi. I was hurt. But I had a senzu this morning and I'm all better now," she
assured the little boy who had effectively wrapped around her like a vise.
""I'm glad you're okay," he sniffled against her shirt.
"Me too, Goten-kun," she replied, hugging him in return.
Chuckling, Goku stepped up to the duo, "So you're the "nice lady" he was talking
about."
Looking up, Jeanne froze, her face flushing bright red. Son Goku was only an
arm's reach away, a warm, friendly smile on his face. Nodding dumbly, she
couldn't stop her voice from stuttering, "I-I-I'm J-Jeanne, G-G-Goku-san."
Jumping off the stunned demi-saiya-jin, Goten squeezed her hand reassuringly,
"It's okay Jeanne `neechan, Otousan's really nice."
Cocking his head to one side, Goku gave her a silly grin, "So Vegeta says you
don't know how to fight?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I can't believe you taught them that song," Gohan commented to Jeanne, who
was currently nursing a large bump on the back of her head. She and the
second generation Z senshi had escaped to the roof after Chichi had gone on a
pan-swinging rampage.
Jianu snickered, "That's *exactly* why I never taught them that one."
"If I'd known there'd be such a violent reaction to it . . . ." Jeanne muttered a tad
sullenly.
Takeshi wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Look on the bright side, at least
you managed to dent her pan." Jeanne groaned and thunked her head on his
shoulder while the others rolled their eyes.
Videl sighed and shook her head at him, "Somehow Takeshi, I don't think that's
making her feel any better."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When the last guest had departed, Bulma went to find Jeanne. She wanted to
talk to her about starting testing tomorrow. It didn't take long to find her, the
demi-saiya-jin girl had retreated to the kitchen with the Dragonball Guardians.
The eight college students were sitting at the table, quietly talking.
" . . . only seven months, that's not too bad."
"Could be worse. It could be the full year."
Bulma walked in just in time to see Jeanne smack her head on the table. "Come
on, Jeanne-chan. It's not that bad is it?"
Lifting her head, Jeanne rubbed the faint bump on her head, "Iie, it's just that,
well . . . my family is probably freaking out by now, they don't have any idea
where I am! That and I'm going to get way behind on my classes and when I do
get back I probably won't have a job anymore!"
"Look on the bright side, at least you'll know how to fight by the time you get
back." Jianu quipped, earning a glare from Jeanne.
"Urusai na**," she growled.
August 28, 2002
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*~ohayo gozaimasu-good morning
**~urusai na-shut up
It suddenly occurred to me that most of you probably have no idea just how old
my characters are, unless you read the bios and stopped to do the math, so here
we go!
Debra Kreiger: 46 (she's 4 years older than Bulma)
Tim Kreiger: 44 (Jianu, Ana, & Laura's dad, he hasn't shown up yet)
Jianu Kreiger-Nagata: 21
Ana Kreiger: 15 (she hasn't shown up yet)
Laura Kreiger: 10
Miraku Nagata: 20 (almost 21)
Akira Wales: 21
Takeshi Rio: 20
Marion Vegeta: 20
Chujitsu Dublin-Montreal: 20
Sean Dublin-Montreal: 21
Jeanne: 21 (I'm actually 23, but this works better for the story.)
One more thing: Jianu and Miraku are married, as are Chujistu and Sean. ^_^v
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or
Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and
Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any
money off of this, its just for fun. And to top it off I'm a college student who works part-time at
Wal-Mart so you know I don't have any money. So if you sue me you won't get anything.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Love it? Hate it? Please let me know! Email me and tell me what you think!