Hey everyone, I'm really sorry that this took so long for me to get out. I originally got started on ideas for this chapter months ago, but two little things known as "college" and "homework" got in the way, preventing me from finishing earlier. Well . . . . . better late than never I guess.

I don't own Dragon Ball Z in any way. They belong to Akira Toriyama and Funimation. I only own my OCs.

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West City Park.

"Okay Casey-girl, let's try to figure out what's going on here," I told myself while pacing back and forth.

After recovering from my little . . . . panic attack, I wondered around until I found myself at a nearby park. Said park was now being used as a place to sort my thoughts out. Hopefully, I can remember something that explains how I ended up here.

"Let's see here . . ."

On Monday, Summer Break had finally begun. Cassidy came over to congratulate me on surviving the four year trials of high school. We mostly just hung out and discussed on what to do now.

Then on Tuesday, my parents decided that we should start college hunting early. I still don't see why they wanted to start now. We had plenty of time before the fall semester began. Guess they took the "first come, first serve" saying to heart.

On Wednesday, someone suggested on Facebook, I think it was Brian . . . . . maybe, that this year's graduating class should celebrate their new found freedom. He brought up the idea of going to the lake for a three day party. Everyone else was on board with this idea immediately and asked when it would start. Brian replied that everything should be ready by this Friday.

On Thursday, Sam was helping me get ready for Friday. And being the older brother, he decided that he would go with me to make sure nothing happened. I just told him that he was being a little overprotective and that nothing would happen to me. He still insisted to accompany me saying that he had a bad feeling about this. I just waved him off as being paranoid.

Then on Friday,. . . . .

Um...on Friday. . . . . .

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I . . I can't remember what happened!

Stopping in my tracks I recounted the events over in my head. But no matter how many times I did, Friday's events never came up. Each time I tried to recall them, a mental wall of some sort always seemed to block my path. It's as if something or someone doesn't want me to remember that day.

Well this is just great! I thought angrily. Not only do I have no idea how I got here, but I also have no idea what happened. Augh! This is so not my day!

Out of frustration I sat down on a nearby bench to think things through. Probably should've sat down a little more gently.

"YEOWCH!" I yelped as an agonizing pain tore through my spine. Immediately, I put my hands behind my back to find the source of the problem. My search ended when my fingertips came across something fuzzy that connected at the base of my spine.

That's right. . . I . . . have a tail now. Completely forgot about that, I thought while slowly pulling out my new tail from under me. Said appendage was now moving freely in my lap, almost as if it was glad to be free from the pain it was in.

"This just . . . feels so weird, having an extra limb. But, at the same time . . . .it feels practically normal," I said while stroking the black fur adorning it.

Now that I think about it, having this kind of tail fully proves that I'm a Saiyan now. And being one, if I remember some episodes right, has its benefits. They're naturally stronger than the average human, so I don't have to worry about being a defenseless little girl around here. They always get stronger after facing a new opponent in battle. And eventually, if pushed hard enough, they can reach the legendary level of Super Saiyan. Now that I wouldn't mind having at my disposal! Maybe . . . . being turned into a Saiyan . . . won't be so bad after all.

A small smile came to my face. "I really don't know how I got here, but maybe ending up here won't be so bad."

Well . . . . now that I've calmed down a little bit, what now?

GGGRROOWWLLL!

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Okay! . . . . . My stomach answered that question!

"Guess that means it's time to find something to eat," I said while getting off the bench to make my way out of the park. "I just hope wherever I eat at, my appetite won't drive them out of business. Oh . . . that would be so embarrassing." And that would be the last thing I need right now.

Moments later….

"Are you flippin kidding me?! I take back what I said about ending up here not being so bad!"

You're probably wondering why I'm throwing a hissy fit right now. Well, after walking around West City for the next couple of hours and having no luck at getting any help, the warm weather decided to rain down on everything. And I don't mean the small sprinkle that lasts a couple of minutes kind of rain. I mean the impossible freezing rain that pours down without end kind. This is really not my day is it?

Running as fast as I could I try to find something, anything that could be used for a shelter. But each way I looked either proved to be too small or too wet for me to use. At this rate, I'll get sick first before I starve to death.

Wait a minute . . . . there!

As luck would now have it, I noticed a small set of stairs that led up to a porch . . . a sheltered porch that is. Immediately, I changed directions and leaped onto the stairs to get out of the freezing rain. As soon as I got on the porch deck, I quickly curled up into a ball to try to get some warmth back. Not really easy when you're soaking wet and the wind decides to blow all around. . . . . . This is so not my day right now.

"Oh c'mon Casey, every bad day isn't your day."

Hearing that familiar voice, I turned my head around in all directions to try to find him. But to my disappointment, he wasn't there at all. For a second . . . . I thought that my older brother had somehow ended up here as well and finally found me at last. . . . . It must have been an old memory from a couple of weeks ago.

". . . Sam . . ."

All of a sudden, a single tear leaked from my eye. Then another soon followed and another after that. It wasn't long until I gave in and started to pathetically bawl like the five year old I now was. All of my bottled up anger, frustration, confusion, fear, hunger, loneliness, and sadness from today came out with each sob I took.

"I . . . . I want my . . . big brother. . . . . I want . . . t...to go home. . . I don't want to be here anymore!" I wailed as my sobs slowly turned to soft hiccups. Unfortunately, no one was there to hear my pleas.

When I finally had no more tears to shed, exhaustion started to creep up on me. Too tired to fight it, I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

DBZDBZDBZDBZDBZ

No One's Pov:

Sometime had passed since the Saiyan child fell asleep on the porch. She would've been sleeping there forever if not for a small black cat that came out from the nearby doorway. Upon noticing the sleeping figure, the cat walked up to see who they were.

"Mrrow."

No response.

"Mrrow."

Nothing again.

"Scratch? Where did you run off to?"

Hearing his owner's voice, Scratch meowed loudly to let them know where he is. It wasn't long until Scratch's owner, an older looking man, came out onto the porch.

"There you are kitty. Now why would you . . . hmm?"

The man's question stopped when he noticed the young child that Scratch was now looking at.

"Well now, who do we have here?"

A/N: Huh, it looks like Casey has been found by someone. But the question is, who? You'll just have to wait (again) till next time.

And speaking of the next one, I again have no idea when it will be out. I do have a general idea of how to start it out, but after that not much. Will just have to see what I come up with won't we.

Sorry if the ending of this chapter seems a little rushed. I had another idea of how to end it, but over time it started to sound a little ridiculous, so I came up with this idea on the spot. Hope its still good all the same.

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