Alright, a lot of you said the last chapter was a little confusing, so I'll try to remedy that here.

I know I haven't updated in forever, and I'm sorry. I just haven't been in the right mood to write this. But the "right mood" would be angst and depression, so I guess that's a good thing, huh? ::sweat:: Nevertheless, I will write more even though I'm not in the mood. Because I need to get off my butt.

I don't own DBZ or Linkin Park's music.

And I've got nothing to say,

I can't believe I didn't fall

Right down on my face…

Promise

Chapter 6

Radditz was still in shock as he sat before me. I was still in shock. What had just happened? I thought back, kicking my muddled mind to make sense of it all. Radditz had slapped me, yes. And then…I stopped. All I remember was Dad. That one time when he had broken Mom's picture.

It'll be different this time.

The thought came out of nowhere, startling me. Was that going through my head? Was that why…my body still shook as I felt heat dissipate off me in waves. It was just like that time…That time when I had tried to find my energy…

The episode that day was Gohan teaching Videl how to fly. How I relished every line of that episode, eloquently explaining exactly how to find your energy and bring it out. Gohan made it sound so easy! As I lay in bed I decided to try it. The most I can loose is a couple hours sleep, right? I concentrated, imagining a ball of energy in my center just like Gohan said. I cupped my hands together and tried my hardest to make it come out, to just make a little spark, even! I have to…little by little, my mind clouded…I have to…and I succumbed to exhaustion.

The clouds slowly receded, and one thought made itself known above all others, Man it's hot! I threw off the covers; I was dripping with sweat. I lay in bed, waiting while the heat dissipated off me in waves… But it wouldn't go away! Maybe hitching up my pjs'll help…nope. I brushed my hair off my neck and lay spread-eagle. Uhg… Looking up, I saw my window was thoroughly open. Wait, wasn't it 52 out? Yeah, I remember the news people said it was gonna be cold tonight…so why the hell am I so hot?! I drug myself out of bed, turned on my fan, and plopped back. Eventually my mind calmed and I fell asleep…

I was jerked from my reverie as I saw Radditz get up. "What a prize!" His greedy look made me shudder as he stalked nearer.

But a sudden rush of wind stopped him as Goku stood in front of me. "Saiyan or not, she's not going with you," he said. He half-turned, giving me a serious, but not mean, look. "Go. We'll take care of him." Stunned, all I could manage was a stiff nod. I tried to run, but my legs moved mechanically. My head bobbed heavily with every step.

I ran for what seemed like hours, but turning back, I realized I had only been gone a few minutes. Goku and Piccolo were standing in front of Radditz still, trading verbal blows before the real fight began. I couldn't hear them from this distance, but I could remember the episode.

But how did I even know they were saying what was in the episode? I had already messed up the entire timeline! I plopped to the ground and held my aching head in my hands. Gingerly moving my fingers, I felt the huge bruise acquired just minutes ago when Radditz slapped me. Or was it Raddatz? Goku had pronounced it that way, was it really that different? My head ached from thought.

BOOM!!

"Ahh! What the hell?!" The ground shook underneath me, and I looked to my left to see a huge plume of smoke. The battle must have begun! I looked, but couldn't see anything except flashes and an occasional burst of energy. It was such a change; usually you could see everything that went on! But that was only through the magic of television; now I was really here. I had no clue what was happening because my eyes weren't fast enough. It was a humbling thought.

I guess I didn't really need to watch the battle. I already knew who would win-if I hadn't already screwed that up! "Aww damn!" Once again I held my throbbing head. Maybe if I didn't interfere anymore, everything would happen right. If Goku and Piccolo lost, I'd have to spend the rest of my life with Raddi-Raddatz. I'd have to fight and kill things! "Oh Lord, please let them win!"

The sounds and explosions continued, only making my headache worse. I prayed to God or Kami or whoever to just let it end, just let me wake up in some hospital bed with my Dad bitching at me for watching TV. I didn't care, it would be better than this. Radditz' slaps were a thousand times worse than his. And since when did I have a tail? A Saiyan tail, just like Gohan? And fits of rage that ended in Radditz flat on his back? Gohan was supposed to have beaten him up, not-"Oh my God."

Why hadn't I seen it before? I wake up next to Gohan, get a tail just like Gohan, and now I have his incredible powers! Whatever lightning bolt brought me here had also given me Gohan's abilities! But-how? Why?! "This has got to be a dream now! Holy crap, it's like a bad fanfic! The ones…the ones I had always……wanted."