Disclaimer: I don=t own any of the Dragon Ball Z characters, if I did I=d
probably be vacationing/living in some exotic country right now, but I=m
not.
p.s. I apologize now for any misspelled names or places where I don=t get the plot quite right. It=s been about a year since I saw this saga and I don=t remember every detail
P.p.s. I got Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix the other day and I love it! Rowling has really out done herself and it was definitely worth the wait, except I cried.
Our Story
My mom screamed upstairs. 'Oh no' I thought as I quickly tried to find a place to hide until my dad stopped his rampage. But I was not fast enough. He came downstairs and gave me more bruises on my neck and shoulders. How was I going to explain these? He continued hitting my mom and I until finally he was tired of it and drove off looking for a bar. My mom started crying and mumbling excuses like "He had a hard day" and "If only I hadn't of messed up the toast this morning". I was sick of it. Of his hate toward his family and of my mom's blame for herself. I couldn't take it any longer, so I ran. Out the door and as far as I could run. Adrenaline must have taken over because I ran pretty far. I ran through the desert behind our house until I found a mesa that I couldn't climb, so I sat down and cried and cried and cried. I probably would have stayed there for the whole day and night if I hadn't heard a loud sound. At first I tried to ignore it, but it came again. Being a very curious sort, I got up to find out where these noises were coming from. I wandered around for a bit until I saw a group of people. 'That must be it' I thought. I sneaked closer and gasped when I saw a guy with flaming yellow hair slice up a really weird looking guy...and they were both flying! I rubbed my eyes trying to make my eyes work. Nope, they were still flying. Well if that didn't work then...a dream! That's it, I was having a really, really weird dream. So I pinched myself hard. "Ow!" I whispered. I didn't know I pinched that hard; no wonder half the guys at school were scared of me. 'Okay Joy,' I thought to myself. 'Now let's be rational. It's not a dream and you still have great vision, so that means...that means...I'm insane! No...at least I don't think so. Hm...well what else could it be?' Then a voice reminded me of Sherlock Holmes' favorite saying: "When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbably, must be the truth." Oh my gosh the really were flying! I pinched myself again just to double check. Nope, it still hurt. Well that's interesting. I decided to stop with my self mutilation and just watch this phenomenon. The guy with yellow hair - I noticed with great interest - was great with the sword and he killed the other one in no time flat. The other guy was bleeding purple blood? Well, he could fly and he definitely did not look human so hey, why not purple blood. The good swordsman had landed by this point, his hair had turned purple (this was getting more and more confusing) and his sword had dropped into its sheath perfectly. "Wow," I whispered. Suddenly I felt a hand close around my throat and another lock my arms.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a strange voice asked. "A spy? I should destroy you before you report." Needless to say, I was ready to soil myself.
Suddenly, there was a green guy with pointy ears next to me saying, "Vegeta, let her go."
"Why would I listen to you, Namek?" he asked; only he said Namek like it was some sort of monster. Of course, the guy was green.
"Just let her go, she didn't do anything."
"Yet" the Vegeta guy said ominously.
Then the guy with purple hair showed up next to me. "Just let her go, please."
"And why would I listen to you? You haven't even told us your name."
Suddenly a frying pan seemed to come out of no where and hit Vegeta on the head. He fell down and let go of me. I looked to see who had done that. It was a woman with blue hair, and she started yelling at Vegeta right away. I stood there stunned for a second, wondering what to do. Then the guy with purple hair held out his hand. "Come on," he said, smiling, "Let's get you away from him." I smiled and took his hand and he lead me into the clearing where he had been fighting. "You'll have to excuse Vegeta, he can be a bit...well and bit angry sometimes." I nodded slowly, not taking it in. "What's your name?" he asked. I nodded again still in too much shock to realize what he was saying. He gave a small laugh. "What's your name?" he asked again.
"Oh!" I said embarrassed. "My name's Joy, what's yours?"
He smiled and quickly turned to the others. He cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "Hey, everybody, we need to go where Goku's landing." Everyone looked at him a little confused, but not as confused as me.
"How do you know where he's going to land?" a bald headed guy asked.
"I just do, now let's go." He turned to me and smiled. "I guess you'll be needing help."
"No, I can walk thank you," I said, a little offended. He gave a small laugh and came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and starting flying. I gasped. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just didn't think you meant flying."
"I noticed," he said with a small laugh. I stuck my tongue out.
He gave a small laugh and we flew in silence for a few minutes. "So, what brought you out here today anyway?" he asked
"I heard loud noises." I was not about to tell a complete stranger that my dad had hit me again. He gave me a strange look but seemed to buy it. "So," I said hesitantly. "Can I ask you a question?"
"If you couldn't then I would've killed you just now for asking me a question already."
I looked at him in far a second before recovering. "Umm...Well, why won't you tell me your name," I blurted out before I chickened out.
He seemed to think about this for a minute, then said, "Because the others can't know my name or anything about me."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I, you'll know soon enough." He then stopped talking.
We landed in a small clearing after flying for about 15 minutes. I found myself reluctant to let the guy with purple hair let go of me, but I didn't say anything. I did go sit next to him though.
"Everyone, this is Joy," the guy with purple hair introduced me.
"Hi Joy," everyone said except perhaps Vegeta.
"The one with the blue hair and frying pan is Bulma," he said and began introducing everyone. "The bald one is Krillin. The one with the scar is Yamcha. The one with 3 eyes is Tian, and the one floating above him is Chau su. The one with black hair and a pink shirt is Vegeta. The kid is Gohan. The green one is Piccolo. And that's all." Everyone but Vegeta waved at me when their name was said. I smiled and waved back. Then they all seemed to realize something and looked at him in shock. He laughed. "Please don't ask me how I know your names. It's a long story and you'll understand later." They seemed incredulous, but said nothing. We then talked for about two hours (I mostly talked to the guy with purple hair. I don't know why, but I felt some kind of pull to him.) Then this guy, Goku apparently, showed up in a space ship (I would have pinched myself again here, but I was so used to shocks that day that I decided to give my poor brain a rest and not think about it). Trunks went over to him, turned his hair yellow and drew his sword. I gasped, they were going to fight.
So, what do you think. Please review. This is my 1st fanfic, actually, it's
my 1st story that I let more than a few people read, so please, please,
please, tell me what you think. I can take harsh critisism.
Anywho, thanks for even reading. GOD bless.
Joyful
not.
p.s. I apologize now for any misspelled names or places where I don=t get the plot quite right. It=s been about a year since I saw this saga and I don=t remember every detail
P.p.s. I got Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix the other day and I love it! Rowling has really out done herself and it was definitely worth the wait, except I cried.
Our Story
My mom screamed upstairs. 'Oh no' I thought as I quickly tried to find a place to hide until my dad stopped his rampage. But I was not fast enough. He came downstairs and gave me more bruises on my neck and shoulders. How was I going to explain these? He continued hitting my mom and I until finally he was tired of it and drove off looking for a bar. My mom started crying and mumbling excuses like "He had a hard day" and "If only I hadn't of messed up the toast this morning". I was sick of it. Of his hate toward his family and of my mom's blame for herself. I couldn't take it any longer, so I ran. Out the door and as far as I could run. Adrenaline must have taken over because I ran pretty far. I ran through the desert behind our house until I found a mesa that I couldn't climb, so I sat down and cried and cried and cried. I probably would have stayed there for the whole day and night if I hadn't heard a loud sound. At first I tried to ignore it, but it came again. Being a very curious sort, I got up to find out where these noises were coming from. I wandered around for a bit until I saw a group of people. 'That must be it' I thought. I sneaked closer and gasped when I saw a guy with flaming yellow hair slice up a really weird looking guy...and they were both flying! I rubbed my eyes trying to make my eyes work. Nope, they were still flying. Well if that didn't work then...a dream! That's it, I was having a really, really weird dream. So I pinched myself hard. "Ow!" I whispered. I didn't know I pinched that hard; no wonder half the guys at school were scared of me. 'Okay Joy,' I thought to myself. 'Now let's be rational. It's not a dream and you still have great vision, so that means...that means...I'm insane! No...at least I don't think so. Hm...well what else could it be?' Then a voice reminded me of Sherlock Holmes' favorite saying: "When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbably, must be the truth." Oh my gosh the really were flying! I pinched myself again just to double check. Nope, it still hurt. Well that's interesting. I decided to stop with my self mutilation and just watch this phenomenon. The guy with yellow hair - I noticed with great interest - was great with the sword and he killed the other one in no time flat. The other guy was bleeding purple blood? Well, he could fly and he definitely did not look human so hey, why not purple blood. The good swordsman had landed by this point, his hair had turned purple (this was getting more and more confusing) and his sword had dropped into its sheath perfectly. "Wow," I whispered. Suddenly I felt a hand close around my throat and another lock my arms.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a strange voice asked. "A spy? I should destroy you before you report." Needless to say, I was ready to soil myself.
Suddenly, there was a green guy with pointy ears next to me saying, "Vegeta, let her go."
"Why would I listen to you, Namek?" he asked; only he said Namek like it was some sort of monster. Of course, the guy was green.
"Just let her go, she didn't do anything."
"Yet" the Vegeta guy said ominously.
Then the guy with purple hair showed up next to me. "Just let her go, please."
"And why would I listen to you? You haven't even told us your name."
Suddenly a frying pan seemed to come out of no where and hit Vegeta on the head. He fell down and let go of me. I looked to see who had done that. It was a woman with blue hair, and she started yelling at Vegeta right away. I stood there stunned for a second, wondering what to do. Then the guy with purple hair held out his hand. "Come on," he said, smiling, "Let's get you away from him." I smiled and took his hand and he lead me into the clearing where he had been fighting. "You'll have to excuse Vegeta, he can be a bit...well and bit angry sometimes." I nodded slowly, not taking it in. "What's your name?" he asked. I nodded again still in too much shock to realize what he was saying. He gave a small laugh. "What's your name?" he asked again.
"Oh!" I said embarrassed. "My name's Joy, what's yours?"
He smiled and quickly turned to the others. He cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "Hey, everybody, we need to go where Goku's landing." Everyone looked at him a little confused, but not as confused as me.
"How do you know where he's going to land?" a bald headed guy asked.
"I just do, now let's go." He turned to me and smiled. "I guess you'll be needing help."
"No, I can walk thank you," I said, a little offended. He gave a small laugh and came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and starting flying. I gasped. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just didn't think you meant flying."
"I noticed," he said with a small laugh. I stuck my tongue out.
He gave a small laugh and we flew in silence for a few minutes. "So, what brought you out here today anyway?" he asked
"I heard loud noises." I was not about to tell a complete stranger that my dad had hit me again. He gave me a strange look but seemed to buy it. "So," I said hesitantly. "Can I ask you a question?"
"If you couldn't then I would've killed you just now for asking me a question already."
I looked at him in far a second before recovering. "Umm...Well, why won't you tell me your name," I blurted out before I chickened out.
He seemed to think about this for a minute, then said, "Because the others can't know my name or anything about me."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I, you'll know soon enough." He then stopped talking.
We landed in a small clearing after flying for about 15 minutes. I found myself reluctant to let the guy with purple hair let go of me, but I didn't say anything. I did go sit next to him though.
"Everyone, this is Joy," the guy with purple hair introduced me.
"Hi Joy," everyone said except perhaps Vegeta.
"The one with the blue hair and frying pan is Bulma," he said and began introducing everyone. "The bald one is Krillin. The one with the scar is Yamcha. The one with 3 eyes is Tian, and the one floating above him is Chau su. The one with black hair and a pink shirt is Vegeta. The kid is Gohan. The green one is Piccolo. And that's all." Everyone but Vegeta waved at me when their name was said. I smiled and waved back. Then they all seemed to realize something and looked at him in shock. He laughed. "Please don't ask me how I know your names. It's a long story and you'll understand later." They seemed incredulous, but said nothing. We then talked for about two hours (I mostly talked to the guy with purple hair. I don't know why, but I felt some kind of pull to him.) Then this guy, Goku apparently, showed up in a space ship (I would have pinched myself again here, but I was so used to shocks that day that I decided to give my poor brain a rest and not think about it). Trunks went over to him, turned his hair yellow and drew his sword. I gasped, they were going to fight.
So, what do you think. Please review. This is my 1st fanfic, actually, it's
my 1st story that I let more than a few people read, so please, please,
please, tell me what you think. I can take harsh critisism.
Anywho, thanks for even reading. GOD bless.
Joyful