I can't remember how I died.I think I was on the road. The red hand of death had finally switched to the walking stick man hand.
Or was it the other way around?No, it wasn't. I walked across the the road to the other side… or did I? This is where things in my memory get a bit… fuzzy. Either I got shot while walking across the street, or at the other side of the road.
There were… shouts and…screams and… someone running? It hurt to think. Everywhere hurt. Then it all faded to black…
I drowsily opened my eyes. The world was fuzzy, and everything was in a shade of green. Wait. A shade of GREEN! I realized I was suspended in some kind of gel!
I tried to move my legs, my arms, anything! It was impossible. My thoughts flickered to my death. Wait. How did I die if I'm here right now, alive? The thought hurt my head and so I decided to try and focus on where I was right now.
Tubes and wires were giving me some sort of red stuff. Was it blood? My mind couldn't care less. I suddenly became too tired to think about anything, and I went back to sleep…
I woke up again, realizing that I was wet… and tried to move my fingers. They felt gooey and sticky, so to get rid of the feeling, I stretched them out, then closed them back. Wait. I could move my fingers! My eyes opened and…
The first thing I saw was the lower half of myself. I was wearing blue denim jeans. They were tight, and muscles protruded through them. For some reason, there was something wrong.
A muscle… That I didn't recognize. It felt innate to use it though. What was it? Since I was sitting in a seat, I used my seat to rotate around, looking at my surroundings.
I was in a small concrete box with a calendar on one wall. There was an apparent mirror, but it wasn't reflecting light back at me because it was facing the wall, the backside facing me.
My instinct told me to get up, and as I did, I could feel some part of my body still wrapped around it tightly, holding me back. Suddenly, I had a suspicion of what was going on with that weird muscle.
I turned around and… I had a tail! It wasn't like the tail's that the Saiyan's had. It looked exactly like Imperfect Cell's one! Oh no. I'm pretty sure this was Dragon Ball! I looked at the calendar. It was the age 775.
Oh…. Based on my previous 16 years as a Dragon Ball fan, that was one year after the defeat of Majin Buu! That meant four years until Beerus came, and Dragon Ball Super starts! Oh no. Well, if I'm going to survive in this world, I'll need to learn how to control my tail…
30 minutes later, my tail finally decided to get under control, and I could move it at will. It had already punctured several holes in the concrete, and the floor. No light streamed through them, but my new eyes apparently had night vision. Nice!
Through the holes, I saw glimpses of a wrecked lab, with smashed wires, busted equipment, a dented computer… What had happened here? Then, I remembered what I was going to do before my tail got trapped - check the mirror! I walked over to the mirror and flipped it over. It was a shock to look at myself.
My physique and face looked like Gohan's, my hair style was Broly's, and my eyes were like Android 73's. Just like 73, I had two small, oval and blue crystals over my eyebrows, with a larger one in the middle of them both.
On my shoulders were purple armor bits that looked like Frieza's. I thunked on my shoulder, and it made a ringing sound. Then I tapped on my chest.
Thought so. That purple material was also there! Luckily, I wasn't bald like Frieza was and had that purple material on my head. Wait a second. If I had Android 73's crystals… Then did I have his copying ability?
And did I have Frieza's, Gohan's, and Broly's potential!? To test it, I tried tapping the wall without tensing or anything like that. I could only assume that was how to not hold back your energy.
Then… Boom. A smoking wide line of destruction, stretching as far as the eye could see. Though… Not exactly for me. My vision stretched far beyond my previous life's one, and the carnage and wreckage stopped at 34,749 feet away from the start of it. Yes, I could accurately tell how many units of measurements a waypoint was away from another waypoint.
And, I had finally gotten over my death. While I was training my tail, my mind stumbled on the subject of my death and… yeah. I thought a lot about it, and yeah. I accepted it. I could only speculate on what happened to me that I ended up here. Well… I had a new goal. Try not to destroy the planet while testing my new abilities!
Afterword:
This is my first time writing a fanfiction story. Sorry for the bad quality and shortness, as I'm only nine going to ten on July 1'st. I haven't had much experience with it the way that people like Kionzel, firestar91, and Zenith56 have. I'll try to get in between 1 - 3 stories per two weeks, but if it takes me over 1 week to post something, I'm probably going to make 2 - 3 stories. Please follow and favorite me and the story.