Disclaimer The authors Brittany and Misty do not own Dragonball Z or its characters with the exception of Hisoka and Misuki. Which are of original design and have no connections beyond this story to DBZ.

My Darling, My…DragonBall?

Chapter I

It was just a normal day for the two…wait a minute. For these two girls, it was never normal. It was always weird, but today was abnormally strange unlike any other bygone day. This day carried a new wind that melted an unshakable feeling in their bones that said, "Today is going to be different."

The air was humid with the smell of cut grass in the cool zephyr. Our two girls, Brittany and Misty, were taking a stroll down to the pond in the subdivision neighboring Brittany's. They had been drowning the silence with idol chat of the four M's: music, movies, manga, and men. After being hit by parked cars, attacked by run-away lawn mowers, and rabid squirrels perched upon limbs chucking nuts, they made it to the pond. The flowing, blonde haired girl, Misty, approached the bank only to find herself slowly being sucked into the mud. "Oh my God! Bri-Bri, help! I'm being eaten!" Brittany, the wavy chestnut haired girl picked up her partly consumed comrade and set her on the grass. "Thanks! I thought my school clothes were gonna be muddy."

Both rested on the pier watching the fish jump and the world drift by. Finally, Misty's attention was captured by a black briefcase floating to the center. "Hey? What's that black thing out there?" she asked.

"I dunno," Brittany answered.

"Should we get it?"

"No."

"Are we going to?"

"Yes." With that decided, Brittany found a stick to attempt to pull it to the bank.

"Wait." Misty pulls out her belt and ties two sticks together making it long enough to reach. Upon bringing it to shore, Misty questioned their options. "Should we open it?"

"Probably not."

"Are we?"

"You bet."

"I wonder what's in it. Maybe a dead body?"

"Cool!"

"I was joking! There's no way a body could fit in that. Hmm…it's locked. How are we gonna open it?"

"I can pick the lock." Brittany said emphatically as she pulled a bobby pin from her thick hair. She deftly opened the lock to find the most awesome articles ever.

"O my gosh! They're replicas of…of dragon balls!" Misty picked one up and gently tossed it above her head.

"I don't think we should be playing with those. I can't help but feel a dark omen lingering among the trees."

"Oh, come on. They're not real." Misty set the dragon ball in its former place and turned her back to the glinting orbs. "It's not like if I say, 'Shenron, I summon thee!' he's going to appear." Just then, the sky grew as black as space itself.

"Misty!" Brittany tried desperately to grasp her friend's focus.

"And it's not like Shenron is behind you waiting to grant my wish." In fact, Shenron was ready to speak his signature line, but arched one eyebrow and stared conspiringly at the oblivious blonde.

"Misty, I don't think…"

"Also, if I was to say something crazy such as, 'I wish we were in the world of DragonBall Z,' then Shenron…"

"Your wish has been granted!" Shenron announced quite amused. He flung both girls into an inter-dimensional chasm where they free-fell through the opaque portal.

"This is all your fault !" Misty pointed and yelled at Brittany.

"How is this all my fault? It's not like I didn't try to say, 'Hey! Don't do that! Shenron is hovering right behind you!'" Brittany defended herself.

"You could have grabbed my arm or…" SPLASH! Before her statement was complete, Misty was plunged into a pond. Brittany, on the other hand, was halted by a tree. "Bri-Bri, are you okay?"

"Other than the fact that I left my stomach somewhere in that portal, I'm peachy." The psycho blonde now swam to shore to help her snagged buddy. Upon crawling to land, she noticed a change in attire pertaining to them both.

"Bri, your skirt's over your head."

"I'm not wearing a bloody skirt!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm…what the! Holy shit!" Looking around, Brittany saw a group of boys, none any older than twelve, staring at her with mouths gaped. Misty was now wearing a blue halter top that came up to her stomach with extremely short shorts. Adorning her feet were knee-high boots the same style as Goku's. She observed her friend's predicament and rushed to rescue her by jumping in the air and slamming her fist on the ground. This made the earth quake scaring the kids away and jolting Brittany from the tree.

Brittany, on the other hand, was dressed in pink tank top with a baby blue micro-mini skirt and high-heels with straps that curve around the calf. "This is definitely a '10' on my 'Bad thing' 'o' meter. How are we ever going to get home! More importantly, how are we going to get back into our regular clothes! Somebody, anybody, we need help! Misty panicked. Brittany reared her hand and thumped it across her psychotic pal's face in hopes of calming her down.

"Get a grip and relax. We will get through this. We just have to ponder," Brittany suggested.

"Well, we're in the world of DragonBall Z and one of the greatest scientists just happens to reside at the Capsule Corps. Maybe she could whip-up some sort of machine that can transport us home."

"It's worth a try, but where would Capsule Corps. Be?"

"Anybody in Satan City will know. We shall ask an officer to escort us."

"Or we could walk down the road." Brittany pointed to the top of the Capsule Corps. Building.

"That might just be crazy enough to work…Hey! I have an idea. We should temporarily change our names so we'll blend a little better."

"Fine with me. Instead of "Brittany", I am now Hisoka."

"Wahoo! I am now Misuki." In spite of their hopeless scenario, both girls were exited about what awaited them just down the road. Little did they know, it was merely the start of a zany, comedy-filled adventure that will lead them from mischief all the way to danger.