Hi everyone! I want to say thanks to Cesilfei and definitely recommend going to read their OC DBZ story, Majin Magic! It's really cool. Anyway, I hope you are all having a nice day and enjoy this chapter =) Warning: story contains BoyxBoy (don't like, then don't read), swearing, scenes of extreme violence and ratings may be turned up at a later time.

I hadn't planned on blowing up my school! Honestly! I had planned it just to begin as any other... strange day began at this weird school. You know. Just one of those days where anything could work, just as any other. I had started with an impromptu music number. Pissed off one of my best friends... then watched the other one sprout a tail and made the building and swimming pool explode into a fiery trap... better start from the beginning eh?

Well it had all began in the morning with my class in the theatre.

"Jamie. Have you been listening at all?!"

I turned my head from looking through the window where a blizzard was raging outside. Snow had been heavily falling for the last four days and students were beginning to get worried. Personally it just gave me a chance to hide outside for a bit where no one could find me. Getting away from all those stupid students who wanted me to come to their annoying clubs, just to make up for the numbers- "Jamie!"

"What?!" I barked as I turned my head towards one of the boy's I was supposed to be working with for a number. Jonathan Davice and his brother Christopher.

I knew about them and they knew about me. They knew that I had only gotten into the school on the luck of a scholarship and that while they had people to go back to, wherever their homes was, I was an Orphan, so normally I just went to go back and stay with Gohan, his father Gohan senior and his mother Videl.

Around them, something seemed to radiate a lot of the time. Something that sometimes I could never really tell. It always made my blood run a bit cold, It was as though there was a thick aura around the two of them. Something that was a cross between and erupting volcano and an oncoming tornado. It was almost as though you could be pulled in and then spat back out.

Gohan had always hated the fact that I hung out with the two of them. He always gave them a glare and they always returned the gesture more than willingly... on the bright side. They were the only one of my friends who actually seemed to get on with Wolfram... go figure. "Jamie you might not have any talent to perform in theatre but I intend to pass this class!" Jonathan growled.
"No talent?" my eyes lingered on the sight outside for a minute.

This should be fun.

"I'll show you who's got talent." My tone was emotionless and not caring which annoyed them all the more.

Sure we were best friends... but we also did push each other quite a lot.

I turned with a sigh to the band and nodded as they slowly started bringing me into the number and I stepped forward on stage, changing my entire body language so that every thing about me owned that stage, every part of me took the spot light and I was the main focus, "My sister Veronica and I had this double act" I slowly walked forward with Christopher who felling into the act with me as the eyes of the others fell on me, "And my husband, Charlie travelled around with us." I ran my hand down Jonathan's face tauntingly which made him blush and growl quietly. "With the last number in our act we did twenty acrobatic tricks in a row. One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles" I spun around Chris as we moved in perfect unison as we danced. " Back flips, flip flops, one right after the other."

I slowly started walking over with one of us on each side of Jonathan. "Well this one night before the show we were in Cicero. The three of us, we were in this hotel room. Boozing' and having' a few laughs and we ran out of ice" I shrugged, "So I went out to get some." I took a few steps away from those two as I stepped into a dark spotlight.

Now every single pair of eyes in that auditorium was on me and my velvet voice.

"I come back, open the door and there's Veronica and Charlie doing number seventeen." Christopher expertly flipped over towards me as I let a hand rest against my own cheek. I kept my voice into a soft growl but kept the soft tune in, "The spread eagle!" Jonathan masterfully placed his hands onto Christopher's hips, lifting him into the air as though the thin boy weighed nothing at all! Of course at the moment of my speaking, he had timed it so that he went from his downward diver's position into having his legs in a perfect split, (Yeah, I definitely felt some sympathy pains looking at that), he fell back, missing where Jonathan's arms were and tried to make it look like he had slipped back before going into another flow of flips, landing behind me and moving his hands onto my waist. Idiots. I thought as they spun towards me. They might not know a waltz from a tango but I had been performing this number my entire life

I slowly began turning back to the audience. "Well I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out." I added an innocent smile to the sweet voice, "I can't remember a thing."

I watched as I saw a figure begin to slowly move forward back through the shadows and doorway of the corridor in the wings. It was like staring faintly at a mirror and aspects of myself. Watching as the nightmare which had plagued me for the last year, moved back dominantly into view and I felt my heart stop and leap into my throat. No. No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. I began to back up from the spot light but felt a pair of hands dominantly hold me in a slight caress as they moved up my spine but still held a message.

I didn't need to look to see that it was Christopher and Jonathan trying to give me that message but still, fear at the sight in front of me had filled me. No! We do not back down! Something inside of me roared. I did not back down like a small terrified child any more!

But as Christopher and Jonathan followed my gaze, I felt them both stiffen and react the same way as me. It was like both of them had suddenly been charged with a large and relentlessness flow of electricity.

It was only when I caught the strong standing sight of Gohan at the other door of the large theatre room that I felt myself regain a bit more sense. The calm look from dark eyes and the wavy shadows which were his inky locks of spiked hair. He wore a tight black shirt and denim jeans with an over jacket. I knew that if his mother saw him like this, she would probably hit the roof, but now as I looked between both figures, I saw the truth of reality which was set out before me.

My past and my future.

Both had folded arms and a soft look as though they recognised that deep down I was telling a part of my story.

Well... while they were both here... may as well give them a free show.

I didn't even recognise the growing rage inside of myself till it was almost ready to explode out of my fingertips. "It wasn't until later when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead." The lyrics made both the figure and Gohan flinch at the final bit of tone my voice carried to it..

Jonathan just as planned, with Christopher, spun into my hand which rested on his shoulder as he pulled my in and Christopher spun around behind his back as though he was hiding as the main chorus of singers and dancers behind me began.

"They had it coming." My voice sung out filling the room as.

"They had it coming." Gohan sang quietly from the doorway and nodded with a raised eyebrow at me as the lights burst out on stage raining golden sparks down on us as we moved more and more perfectly. My hands landing on Christopher's neck just as we had been choreographed, I imagined everything I had felt when I had lost everything human about me, when I had lost the two people who had ever cared for me. Part of me had died that day, like my emotions had switched off and crawled away to die.

It had took a very long time and a lot of confidence building from Gohan before I even considered opening up my emotions to anyone else again.

But still there were a lot of questions. When I had turned my emotions off, I had lost a lot. Could I even love any more? I guess Peter isn't so bad… He did try to save me and he has helped me suppress my blood lust…but it doesn't change that he made me into this. I am a monster, I could have died. At least in death I would have found peace… but look what I've become.

"They had it coming all along!" I spun back on Jonathan as he took my hand and we waltzed back, we moved until he flipped over my knee and my fingers rested on the chest moving over his heart while he fell on the floor acting dead. But that's when it started to happen. A cold and gnawing feeling began to linger in my chest, the longer that I thought about that figure in the wing. I turned my eyes down slowly onto Jonathan and felt something dark, ebbing through my thoughts. It could be so easy to kill you right now. I thought. it wouldn't even be a challenge. I could have snapped his neck right there and then. I could have made him suffocate with one quick blow to the throat and blocked his wind pipes. It would be so easy it's not even funny to think about. That's the power that I had... That I felt.

I turned back to Christopher, "I didn't do it." I sang as I spun him into my embrace as he moved a leg up my thigh as he lent back and I spun him out before flipping him over my back and onto the floor where he lay across Jonathan as though they were two lovers, both were deadly still and I let the final notes of my lyrics rock out in the best and most perfect voice I could do, hitting perfect pitch and control "But if I'd done it. How could you tell me that I was wrong!" the dancers moved in on me and formed around me as though they were a cell and the music came to an end.

I stopped for a minute, unable to stop myself from panting for breath like those two and pretended to wipe non-existent sweat from my forehead. "No talent? Shove that in your pipe and smoke It." both looked at me with glares but my returning gaze burned through them.

Then a triangle of smirks made it's way between the three of us.

I held out my hand to them, laughing softly as I hauled them to their feet. "Jamie." They chuckled and I gave one my best put on smiles.
"I've got to go-"
"No you don't." Christopher wound his arm tightly around my waist and held me in place as both boy's sandwiched me between them. Making sure that as they turned towards my horrific visitor in one wing and Gohan in the other, they made it very much clear that they had a dominant claim. I was theirs and if they had a problem with me, then they were going to have a problem with them.

On one hand, I was immensely grateful for this.

On the other, I was desperately looking for a way to run as fast as I possibly could.

Christopher offered me a comforting smile momentarily and as he turned his head back to the other two, I felt scared for a moment.

I must have been going absolutely and completely insane.

Because as he flicked his purple fringe out of his eyes and ran a hand through his dark brown hair, I thought for a second... well I thought...

I thought I saw his eyes glowing violet for a second.

I had often stated on a lot of occasions to Gohan that I was very much jealous of Christopher and how he looked. A thin and lean muscled boy. He had the same and perfect build as a strong swimmer. The same formation of muscles and the attitude of a protective and hungry lion to back himself up in a fight. Something which I had seem him do many times.

He often stuck to wearing a lean fit shirt to make sure people could see his body, always having a strange combination of pale winter silver and purple. I often joked that his favourite style of clothe colouring wasn't human... boy... I was sure right.

But anyway, he that day had himself in a pair of matching leather jeans like me, though I was wearing a white t-shirt under a long sleeve, cream coloured jumper. He had often said that we should look on the outside, what we were on the inside; perfection... Christopher always had a weird obsession with perfection. Everything had to be one hundred percent perfect.

Maybe OCD? I don't know. But I didn't judge.

Just as I didn't judge Jonathan for being obsessed with adapting himself constantly, always finding a way to be indestructible against people. First time I had met him, he had been some scrawny, angry kid who had a vendetta against the world... kinda why we got along so well, I saw a lot of myself in him, back then. But he had quickly learnt that he had to hardened his attitude. It was strange... it had taken half a year for him to finally be at calm with himself, but it still hadn't been enough for him. He hadn't been happy, so after finally coming to comfortability with his image, he decided to change it again.

And accomplished what he had called himself as: perfection.

What was it with my friends and perfection?

Christopher adjusted his loose black silk neckerchief and waist jacket. His shirt was a button up blood red. He dressed like one of the most good looking fashion models I had seen... but with those bulging and strong muscles, he had enough of a statement behind him to remind others not to fuck with him.

All the while, I could feel something rising in myself again... that dark and cold fire. It felt as though something inside me was dying to expand out. It hurt... it hurt so much that for a moment I felt as though my entire body was abut to give out. "Jamie?" Christopher whispered and frowned as he placed a hand on my forehead. "God damn it, you're burning up." He hissed and frowned even deeper. His pale skin shined out slightly. "You look as white as a sheet!"
"Pot meet kettle." I smirked but still paused as another wave of nausea hit me.
"Enough... You shouldn't be around this."

He began to raise his hand but Jonathan just clamped his hand around it and glared down, shaking his head slowly. "Now isn't the time." he warned Christopher. "He's not ready... besides, he's going to need some help right now... it's time for a new moon." His tone was one that Christopher respected and knew to follow above all else. Because whenever Jonathan got like this, you never went against him. Only an idiot would. "Take the Monkey and get out of here."
"Hey!" I growled and gave a small snarl to back up.
"Jamie, shut up and follow orders." He stated.

He looked at me... so angry. Those eyes he had. Those deep and dark eyes which looked as though at that moment he wanted to punch a hole through a nearby wall. What did I do? Was it because I had shown off? Was it because I was acting weak? I know that he hated people who acted weak. But...
"Come on Monkey boy." Christopher shook his head as something in the room began to change.

Something... dark was filling the room.

-Break-

The moment we stepped out into the corridor, Christopher ducked a fist that came out to hit him square in the face and gave a smirk. He tried to land his own punch but Gohan was to quick as his hand curled around the destructive force which was Christopher's fist. "Not bad." He laughed as my best friends smashed each other against the brick wall. "But I'm still stronger quarter ape."

I was just lent against the locker, my vision swarming faster and faster. "Jamie! Run!" Gohan bellowed and for a moment I froze even further as I watched his hands begin to glow brightly.
"Oh no you don't!" Christopher laughed.

I watched Gohan's face recoil back as something thick and fleshy colour, curled around his throat... Hang on!

"Christopher." I whispered in horror as I watched his clothes beginning to flicker.

Gohan gripped at his throat before he was slung through the air and went crashing through a nearby brick wall and into one of the connecting class rooms.

Okay... my best friend had just grown a freaking tail, thrown the boy I liked through a brick wall...

Gohan got back up and I watched his body beginning to flicker dangerously. His hands glowing faintly as an aura began to visibly bleed through around him. The ground cracking beneath his feet widely as he barred his teeth with rage. "You son of a bitch. Get. Your. Hands. Off. Jamie."
"Goha-Gohan?"
"KAME-"
"Don't do it." Christopher warned.
"HAME-"
"GOHAN!" I called out to him. I could see the way that the air gravitated towards his palm. A thick turquoise light, forming and becoming expanding hard to hold in his palms which were trembling hard.
"You wouldn't." Christopher sneered.
"HA!"

The light exploded out his palms and hit Christopher square in the chest who went flying back into a row of lockers and hit the ground hard.

N-No. This isn't possible. T-This can't be! I had only seen this happen once before... when my parents died and were burnt to death.

Christopher groaned and slowly began to push himself up, by which time Gohan was in front of me, trying to pull my weak body.

Just watching all of this, my body felt as though it was ripping itself apart further. "It's okay." He kept whispering. Trying as hard as he could to bring some coherent sense to me.

"My Monkey!"

He let go off my hands as Christopher launched through the air.

It was strange to see how everything was slowing down so that my mind could handle everything which was going on around me.

Christopher's foot connected with Gohan's face and I watched as his body was slowly launched through a wall which began to crumble on impact. His body arched and his head smashed through the concrete as though it was nothing more than paper. Sickening cracks filled the air where his arm broke and the sound of the classroom caving in around my best friend made my heart drop painfully into the pits of darkness.

For me it felt like long torturous minutes.

Reality was that it happened in seconds.

Christopher smirked and rubbed down his shirt which had a large and smouldering tear. "Son of a bitch, that took ages to get that shirt!"
"Chris?"
"I mean!" He threw his hands up and looked down at himself, inspecting every part of himself. His ripped jeans, his burnt away shoes, his hair which was now stuck up in a mess around his head. "Does that quarter monkey not realise how hard it is to find decent clothes!"
"Chris-"
"And that it takes ages to find a style that suits you-"
"CHRIS!" I bellowed.

He paused for a moment and looked over at me, surprised that I had shouted. In all the time that he had known me, I had never raised my voice. "You. Hurt. Gohan." I whispered.

I slowly clenched my fists and felt something inside me burst angrily.

His eyes moved down to my palms and he raised his hands defensively. "Jamie... Calm down."
"What. Did. You. Do." I hissed.

I didn't even recognise the pain in my lower back as it felt like something was beginning to push it's way out my body. "He's okay." Christopher stated. He kept his voice calm as though I was some cornered animal about to rip into him... and in a lot of ways. I guess I really was. "You have to believe me right now." He pleaded over and over. "I'm your best friend. Always have been. Please, trust me because of that." He nodded and cautiously reached out, only to take a sharp step back when I snarled.

The ground beneath me and the walls felt as though they were shaking. The world around me felt as though it was slipping away... I didn't realise at the time that they actually were.

The walls and floor were shaking.

Because of me.

Christopher took a cautious step towards me, just as a loud explosion came from the theatre behind us. "Easy now." He kept whispering as he got closer. "Come on, Jamie, take a few deep breaths."
"I-I C-Can't!" I snarled, the pain in my body was driving me wild. The anger was a petrol fire which had no extinguisher... I hadn't felt this angry since the funeral.
"I know you can do it." Christopher whispered softly.

He gently laid his hands to rest on my shoulders and quietly set a breathing pace for me to follow, which took some time before I managed to finally stop the fire inside my blood. "There we go." He smiled as another loud explosion sounded behind us, sounding a lot closer than before.
"You have a tail." I whispered, staring at the long fleshy and pointed tail which laid in a thick curl behind him.
"Is that weird?" He smiled cheekily and hooked an arm around me, making sure that my arm went over his shoulders before he guided me towards a nearby exit. "Besides-"
"CHRISTOPHER!"

I watched as glowing cracks formed in the nearby wall where Gohan had been launched through.

"Oh shit." My friend whispered.
"Chris!"

As a golden blur launched out the rubble I found myself, throwing my body in the way.

Christopher was taken too far by surprise and Gohan had no time to stop himself as he went flying, fist first into my body and sent me soaring through the air and through the glass window and doorway which was the front building of our school.

Three walls...

It felt as though I had been hit by an oncoming cement truck going at a hundred miles an hour, and smashed through three concrete walls.

"O-oh shit." I whispered as glass shards littered over my body.

The cold snow beneath me was turning crimson fast as my blood dripped out among it. "He doesn't belong with you!" Gohan's bleary voice came from the building.
"And he belongs with you Monkeys, because you've really helped him so far!" Christopher snarled back. "He's staying with me and Johnathan, and that's it!"
"You really think that I don't know who you are Blizzard?" He snarled. "You and fucking Cell Jr in there?" Gohan barked out even louder. "I can't believe my father and grandfather even let you fuckers live!" I could barely make him out, but a golden glow seemed to be radiating from inside the building. "Drop the act you freak and stay away from my-"
"What the hell was that." Christopher snarled.
"They want him." A familiar voice growled above me as in a flash I was staring at my three best friends. Gohan had his eyes locked on me desperately. "Hang on, I'll be right back." He snarled.

I must be going really insane because it was as though he had just launched into the air.

"Jonathan." I whispered as a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and lifted me up. My head rolled into his chest and I felt a cold hand come rest on me before opening my mouth.
"Come on little Monkey." He chuckled, "Time for-"
"G-Gohan." I whispered as I watched the boy come sprinting back towards me. Christopher held something out towards my mouth but my eyes was locked on the black haired boy and the small golden bundle he held in his arms. "Y-You got Wolfram." I smiled weakly.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, that bloody cat is more than he is worth." Christopher rolled his eyes. "Now. Eat."

He shoved the small object into my mouth and slammed my jaw up so that I had no choice but to bite into it.

It tasted like... a bean and-

"Holy shit." My eyes widened and I slowly began to lift my head while the others chuckled. "I knew that would come in handy one day." Chris smiled as I looked down at the large cuts on my hands which were steaming closed and then sealing shut. "Okay... I must be tripping." I whispered.
"I couldn't hold them back for long." Jonathan said as he began to help me stand back up. "I was barely able to stun them... they're not like the others. I've never fought anyone-"
"GIVE HIM TO ME!" A roar bellowed from inside the now burning school.
"CAUSE THAT'S REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!" Gohan and Christopher shouted back.
"OW!" I barked.

I felt something sharp and warm beginning to bundle fast out of my lower back. I whimpered as I wanted to scream out. My body quivered and shook as once again, it felt like all strength had suddenly been drained back rapidly out my body. "W-W-what the hell i-is."

Gohan blushed bright red as he watched Jonathan look down at me. "Here... hang on." Christopher smiled knowingly and nodded his head for Jonathan to take a stance in front of us me. "Eyes away quarter monkey." He growled.
"HEY!"
"Now... here we go." Chris whispered. "One, two, three."

I heard the sound of tearing and gasped slightly with relief and a bit of pleasure as I felt the built up stress release away... but there was something else now. A weird new feeling... something I hadn't really ever felt before in my entire life... like part of me was swaying in the wind and- "HOLY SHIT!" I screamed looking over my shoulder to see a fury and long tail sway confidently.
"Now you can't really have a go at me about having one." Christopher laughed.
"WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A DOG TAIL!"
"Monkey tail." Christopher corrected me.
"HEY!" Gohan barked at him.
"For god's sake." Jonathan shook his head and watched as that glowing light returned from the front of the school. "Right that's it. We're out of here." He stated.
"Gohan?" I stared with wide eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He nodded and took a confident stance next to me as Christopher wound his arms around my sides.
"Well I hope you can keep up." He chuckled.
"Is anyone going to explain what the fuck is going on?" I shouted, still distracted by the fact that I had a fucking tail!
"Well it's complicated." Gohan began. "It's quite difficult to explain-"
"You're not human. You're not even from this planet." Christopher smiled while Gohan just face palmed.
"Hang on. What do you mean I'm not human-AGHHHHHHHHHH"

With that scream I slammed my eyes shut as we launched into the air.

And the school exploded into oblivion beneath me.