Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible: V2.0 ❯ Chapter 3: The Interrogation Begins ( Chapter 3 )

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE: VERSION 2.0

CHAPTER 3

“What did you say?! How do you know my name? None of us have spoken any of our names since you’ve awakened. Answer me! Now! Before I force it out of you,” Vegeta threatened.

Suddenly, the thin, ravaged material of her shirt gave out with an audible rip, and Jen fell to the floor at the Saiyan Prince’s feet. Immediately, searing pain lanced up her spine, causing a scream to tear from her throat and her vision to black out for a few seconds. Desperately, the teenage girl rolled a little to one side and freed the source of her agony from beneath her rear-end. She straightened, grasping the offending object and gasping several deep breathes as the pain ebbed and her vision slowly returned. When she could finally see clearly, she examined the warm, furry creature flexing gently in her hand. And she thought she might pass out again.

There clutched lightly by her slender fingers wiggled an over three foot long, milk chocolate brown, prehensile tail! The appendage’s tip flicked back and forth in apparent agitation, almost as though it had a mind of its own. Jen could only stare at this startling new limb of hers. Carefully, she reached behind her to the section of spine immediately above her buttocks, and ran her hand gently down the full, silky length. The fur appeared to be course, but was actually amazingly soft and almost velvety near the skin. A gasp escaped her full lips, at the unexpected pleasure that coursed up her spine and settled in her lower abdomen. A faint blush dusted her cheeks as Jen realized she’d accidentally aroused herself in front of two of her fantasy crushes.

“What’s the matter, girl? Can’t you even recognize your own tail? Even Kakkarott isn’t that pathetic,” Vegeta grumbled, a smirk of ridicule and understanding tugging up one corner of his mouth.

“Hey!” Goku protested with a full pout.

Recovered, the girl shook her head in disbelief. “Wh… why do I have a tail?!” Jen asked, her free hand clutching closed the limited remains of her shirt, while her blue eyes stared disbelieving at the contents of her other hand.

The three comrades blinked and stared, puzzled by the stranger in their midst who knew their names and yet sat bewildered at their feet, studying a limb that they assumed she should obviously be more familiar with.

Jen felt numb. This was all becoming too much. First the deaths of the only parental figures she accepted and loved; then finding herself recovered from extreme injuries in a dimension she’d only glimpsed through a television screen and in her dreams. And now, in her gentle grasp laid the warm, sensitive evidence that somehow she wasn’t even human. Could she truly be part of an all but extinct alien race from a whole different dimension?!

Her grip loosened and she allowed her tail (she still couldn’t believe it) to slip out and wrap protectively around her slim waist. She dropped her head into her hands with a groan and pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes. This was giving her one hell of a headache! She wanted to cry, but refused to show any more weakness in front of the other Saiyans.

Bulma stepped forward and, ignoring Vegeta’s glare, squatted down in front of the bedraggled girl. “I know that this must be quite a shock to you. I probably wouldn’t be so calm if I were in your shoes. But we really need to know how you know our names? And where you’re from? Your story just doesn’t add up quite right. How about we start things off, by telling us your name at least? I can’t promise that will keep old Prince over there from calling you ‘girl’ all the time though. He still calls me ‘onna’.”

The girl looked up, her fingers lightly grazing her cheeks and her soaked, spiky bangs falling haphazardly across her deep blue eyes. She looked at Bulma, then glanced at both Goku and Vegeta standing behind her, before returning to meet the sky blue gaze. She studied the aqua haired woman for a moment, trying to judge how she and the two Saiyans might react if she were to tell them the truth. She was at a loss as to how she could make up a believable story.

So she decided she wouldn’t…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Sorry for the long delay and a short chapter! I hit a major writer’s block and it‘s hard to find quiet time to concentrate after a long day at the hospital. The next chapter will be out by March 1st, I promise! As you can see, I’ve always depicted Jen as very mature (from all the trauma she’s endured) and decided to continue that with her awareness of her sexuality. FYI: She’s 16.5 y.o.

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