Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball AU: Book One ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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A week had passed since Lianna came back from her time; a long week as far as Vegeta was concerned. He’d barely had a moment’s peace with her around. He didn’t mind though, it wasn’t like she dragged him out shopping or anything – she had Bulma for that – so usually their time together was spent in the Gravity Chamber. Not a bad fighter, for a girl, was what Vegeta thought the first time they sparred, and she only improved with each session they had. Again, a week had passed and still Lianna could not get the image of that boy out of her mind, it drove her crazy, who was he? She thought he was pretty cute, and the way he blushed as he returned her stare was just adorable in her opinion.

“You’re getting better, Lianna,”

“Better than you?” Lianna grinned in response as she moonsaulted over her father when he appeared behind her. She landed and jumped up, bringing her right leg across to the back of Vegeta’s head. He glanced over his shoulder, ducked, and grabbed her foot, which was an inch away from him.

“Don’t get cocky.” He said before swinging her around and letting her go. She sailed hard into the wall and slumped to the floor, trying to catch the breath that was knocked from her lungs.

Lianna slowly stood and raised an eyebrow, "Don't get cocky?! And to think, this is coming from "The Prince of All Saiyajins"!"

Vegeta crossed his arms as his usual scowl formed on his face, "Listen here, Princess, you-"

Just then the door to the chamber clanked and groaned as Bulma pushed it open before peering into the room.

“Come on you two, breakfast.” Vegeta said nothing, talk was cheap and food got cold, so he simply left the room with Lianna trailing behind him, muttering to herself., “I hate that nickname…”

By the time it took Lianna and Bulma to reach the kitchen, Trunks and Vegeta were already halfway through their food with empty plates and inedible foods like bones and the like tossed to the side. They sat down and started to eat. Bulma obviously didn’t eat as much as the others and, although Lianna did, she ate with a bit more dignity and cleanliness than the two males at the table, who had now begun a joint assault on a turkey.

“So Lianna,” Bulma began, speaking between bites, “how much longer are you planning to stay here? I mean you can stay as long as you like, I’m just wondering.”

Had Bulma asked her a week ago, Lianna would have said that she wouldn’t stay for very much longer, but the identity of that boy she saw was still a mystery and she just had to know who he was and even see him again if she could. So that helped Lianna come to her decision.

“Uh…well, I was hoping I could stay for as long as I can,” she smiled, “I really like it here.”

Bulma nodded and waited for Vegeta and Trunks to finish the last scraps of their breakfast and leave the kitchen before she spoke,“Well, since you’re staying, it might be a good idea to start school.”

Lianna’s face brightened. School? She hadn’t thought of that, but she loved the idea. School never used to be an option for anyone while the androids were terrorising the Earth in her time, so attending one now seemed like a great idea, “Sure, I’d love to start school,” she beamed, “but how do I sign up?”

Bulma waved her hand and wiped her mouth before getting to her feet, “Don’t worry about that,” she said, “I’ll sort that out. You get ready.”

Lianna grinned and quickly finished her breakfast before running out of the kitchen as her mother picked up the kitchen phone and began dialling.


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Meanwhile, at Reeni’s home, things were worse than usual. Reeni sat in the corner of her room, sobbing into her knees. Her room was one of the more deplorable parts of the house; her carpet was encrusted with dirt, mouse and rat droppings and food; the only window she had was boarded up and it only let the tiniest amount of light through the small cracks; the wallpaper was brown and peeling and her bed was nothing more than a single thin blanket on the floor.

Reeni sobbed quietly, she had to, if her mother heard then she would be in for some more punishment. She moved her legs and winced. On her right thigh there was a nasty looking burn mark, a fresh one, amongst many healing wounds of the same nature.

In the past week Felecia – Reeni’s mother – had found a new boyfriend, one who was just as depraved, troubled and abusive as Felecia herself. He was the one who had burned her leg, as well as yelled at her, pushed and hit her. He didn’t hit her that hard, or at least not hard enough to leave a mark, but it still hurt. The young girl looked up when a loud noise came from downstairs, followed by shouting and cursing. She sighed and wiped her eyes; it wouldn’t be long until he was gone and she could go downstairs to her mother and try to make up for the trouble she’d caused to be treated so badly.


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Overwhelmed. That’s how Lianna felt when she got out of her new hovercar, which was provided by Bulma, and looked up at the rather large building that was Orange Star High School – she would have flown, but didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself. She already had people staring at her, she daren’t think about the crowd she’d have around her if she just came from the sky. It would be a damn sight bigger crowd than the one from outside Capsule Corporation on the day she arrived.

The car was quickly capsulized and Lianna hurried into the building, almost losing herself in the sea of teenagers that heaved through the double-door entrance. She was pushed back and forth in every possible direction, it was like she was in the time capsule again and pushing back wasn’t really an option since she really didn’t want to hurt anyone. But she ended up having no choice, as the front desk gradually got further and further away from her. Without using the full capacity of her strength, Lianna made her way through the crowd towards the desk, behind which sat a frail looking old woman. She looked up at Lianna and smiled warmly as she watched the young girl fight to keep her place in front of the desk.

“Hello and welcome to Orange Star High School, how can I help you?” She asked in a voice that was as warm as her smile.

Lianna, having won her battle to stay in one spot, looked down at her and smiled back, “Hi, I start here today and I need a schedule.”

The lady behind the desk nodded and tapped seemingly random keys on the keyboard in front of her, “What’s your name?”

Lianna glanced around and leant as close to her as possible before divulging the information requested, “Lianna Briefs.” She whispered.

The receptionist grinned widely and got a bit more excited than what Lianna thought was healthy for someone her age,“Yes…yes, I can see the resemblance! You’re Bu-” Her sentence was cut three words short by Lianna quickly covering her mouth. The words ‘Bulma’ and ‘Briefs’ were enough to cause a stir when uttered in a crowd of people, but add the word ‘daughter’ to it and ‘a stir’ would be a gross understatement to describe the situation.

Lianna sighed and moved her hand from the lady’s mouth, “Yeah, I am…could I get my schedule please?”

“Sure,” the woman replied as she got to her feet, to Lianna’s amazement the receptionist was still shorter than her even when standing, “I’ll get it for you.”

The young girl watched the older woman as she disappeared into a door behind her, emerging about a minute later with a piece of paper in her hand. “Here you go,” she said, handing the paper to Lianna, “have a nice day!”


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There wasn’t much to do or to say, so Reeni sat quietly next to her mother, who was sitting on the kitchen floor, staring drunkenly down at the floor. Her boyfriend had beaten her pretty badly, one of her eyes were swollen and both were blackened; her lip was cut; she had bruises all over her face and arms and a cut on her forehead. She’d gotten back at him though; there were small drops of blood on her hands and some skin under her fingernails. Reeni didn’t know why she let him hit her the way he did, Felecia wasn’t defenceless like she was, so why did she let him? Reeni was too young to possibly understand, but there was a reason why.

Felecia was sexually repressed as a child, and as she came into late teens she had her first experience. From then on she craved sex, she looked for it in everyone no matter what age, race or gender they were. She gained a very bad reputation and it got to the point where nobody wanted anything to do with her because of it. Through the years of anonymous sex, she developed a fetish, one that combined her love of sex with violence. She liked to hit and be hit by her sexual partner. It hurt, but she loved it.

At least an hour and a half had passed when Felecia’s boyfriend returned, slamming the rickety door behind him, which woke Reeni up. Her mother had moved and was sitting in the living room, still bloody and bruised, with a bottle of alcohol in her hand.

“Reeni…!” Kyle growled as he stumbled into the living room, “vodka!”

Reeni rubbed her eyes and got to her feet as quickly as she could. Making Felecia mad was one thing, but Kyle seemed to have a malice towards Reeni that was above and beyond anything Felecia felt. She waddled to the one cupboard that actually had something in it and pulled it open. She knew what vodka was, her mother drank copious amounts of the vile liquid, but since Kyle moved in he kept his drink in the same cupboard and it was hard for Reeni to tell which was which.
“Now!!” Kyle screamed in a garbled voice. Panicking, Reeni grabbed the first bottle she saw, wrapped her arms around it and carried it into the living room.

When she entered, Kyle was now sitting next to Felecia watching the television with her. Reeni hurried up to him and carefully placed the bottle on his lap.

He looked down at the bottle and then frowned at Reeni, “I said vodka you little idiot!” He yelled.

Reeni quickly backed away from him, bumping into the makeshift coffee table, “S-Sorry…” She whimpered quietly, cowering from Kyle as he rose from the couch.

“You’re so goddamn stupid!” He shouted. Reeni quickly shielded her face with her arms just as Kyle started to raise his fist.


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“A nice day…” Lianna muttered to herself as she wandered the now-empty corridors of the school fifteen minutes later, staring down at her schedule. “They should give out maps with this thing.”

Meanwhile, Gohan was on the roof of the school, fumbling with his watch. He was late for his first class – he couldn’t blame the bank though, it wasn’t their fault they were being robbed. But he was blaming Goten, who’d accidentally spilled soda over the watch, making the buttons sticky. So now the button to capsulized the costume didn’t work as well as it used to, and as a result was making Gohan late. Finally, after ten minutes of fumbling, the unnecessarily colourful costume disappeared and Gohan ran as fast as he could down the stairwell and into one of the corridors.

Lianna hadn’t gotten much further and was beginning to get frustrated; she’d almost turned around to go home a few times. Suddenly, without any warning, she was shoved to the floor with great force, her notebooks flying in every direction.

“Ugh…” She groaned, holding her head. She sat up and was suddenly yanked to her feet.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Gohan cried out as he helped Lianna to her feet.

“S’okay…” She replied groggily. The young man quickly started picking up her things as she checked her schedule once again. Normally she would have stayed to thank him properly, but she was in a hurry.

Gohan handed her the books and she smiled up at him, “Thanks. I’m really sorry but I have to go, I’m late for class.” She didn’t even give Gohan the chance to say anything before she continued on her way.

“Hm…did she even recognise me?” Gohan asked himself. He sure recognised her, who wouldn’t? There couldn’t possibly be anyone else on this planet as good looking as the girl he saw in Bulma’s living room. “Wonder what class she’s got…” He paused and thought for a moment before it hit him, “class!!”

“And it was in 1849 when…” Mr. Felder, the English teacher began, which caused most of the class to space out immediately. Gohan had been in the class for about twenty minutes, he had gotten into trouble for being late and had received detention for it. Chi-Chi wouldn’t be happy but he did have to stop that gang at the bank, so he had good reason, but he just couldn’t tell the teacher what it was. He glanced over at Videl, who was watching him scrupulously, he grinned and gave her a small wave, which earned him a sharp glare in return. Just then, the door opened, drawing the attention of the whole class.

Lianna sheepishly peered into the room, and over at Mr. Felder, “Uh…Mr. Felder?”

The teacher sighed and walked over to her, “Yes?”

“Um…my name’s Lianna Briefs, I started today and your class is meant to be my first…”

“Well you’re late.” Felder replied, folding his arms across his chest, he really did have enough of all these students coming in late all the time.

“I know, I got kind of lost…” she replied quietly.

The teacher sighed again and nodded as he stepped aside to let Lianna in, “Alright, just don’t do it again. Come in and introduce yourself to everyone.”

Introduce herself? She didn’t know she’d have to do that! She didn’t know if it was a good idea to let people know who her mother was…then again he did tell her to introduce herself, so it would be his fault if she got any problems. She walked to the center of the class and looked around at all the faces that were staring at her. Felder shut the door and leant against it, watching her.

“Uh…hi,” Lianna started shyly, which was a surprise to her for she was not usually this shy, “my name’s Lianna Briefs and I-”

Everyone in the class seemed to simultaneously blink in disbelief. Gohan was more stunned than anyone, how could he not have recognised her??

“Lianna??” He called out, almost leaping down towards her. Felder sighed irritably and frowned at him.

“Gohan, sit down and be quiet or you’ll have detention tomorrow as well.” Now it was Lianna’s turn to be shocked.

“Yes, sir…” Gohan said and sat back in his seat, keeping his eyes on Lianna, who stared back at him. Could it be Son Gohan, Goku’s kid? She blushed heavily when she’d remembered the thoughts she’d had about him when they met in the living room a week ago.


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Again, Reeni found herself sobbing in her darkened room. If she were older, she would hate her room; her house, her mother and maybe even her own existence. But thanks to the wonders of childhood innocence she knew the emotion “hatred” as well as she knew what it was like to live in a clean house. As dank and disgusting as her room was Reeni preferred it to the rest of the house, mainly because Felecia and Kyle wouldn’t bother looking for her, they’d wait until they came across one her and then choose whether or not she deserved punishment for whatever reason they could dream up.

Things were always worse when Kyle was around though. Sure Felecia would hit Reeni for doing practically nothing but Kyle would hit her for doing even less. He was much more violent than Felecia, and a lot stronger too, it was only when he hit Reeni did she develop dark, long-lasting bruises.
“Reeni!!” Kyle’s slurred voice called out from the living room. Due to thin walls and ceilings, having conversations with people in different rooms was pretty easy.

“Quit y’r whinin’ an’ get here…!!” Reeni’s name must have been the single most used word in that house, they were forever calling her to do things for them.

Reeni didn’t feel one way or the other about it, she didn’t like being their proverbial slave but then again she didn’t hate doing what they told her to do. It was all she’d ever known. Reeni quickly wiped her eyes and got to her feet, she hurried as fast as she could out of her room, down the stairs and into the living room.

Kyle just looked at her and tossed a dusty rag in her direction, “Clean this place up a bit.”

Felecia scoffed, not taking here eyes off the TV, “She’s only two, the kid’s too dumb to clean properly.”

Reeni didn’t like being called dumb, it seemed that to everyone around her she was ‘too dumb’ to do anything and that the only was to get any approval was to show she could do something right, so she picked up the cloth and started dusting everything within her reach; she dusted the floor, the walls, even the coffee table – she was extra-careful with that – until the only things left were the television and its stand.
Reeni smiled and waddled over to it, being careful not to get in Felecia or Kyle’s way. She sat on the floor and happily dusted the stand, which was pretty flimsy, but she was cautious with it. Then she moved up to the television itself. Getting to her feet, Reeni’s eyes widened as she suddenly lost her balance. Felecia and Kyle watched in horror as Reeni stumbled forward and fell onto the TV, which in turn crashed to the floor after the stand buckled underneath it.
Silence. For an excruciating amount of time nobody said anything. Reeni stared wide-eyed down at the now-broken television set, her body was frozen to the spot and her mind was a flurry of thoughts and concerns. Well…there was only the one concern – what the two on the couch would end up doing to her because of this.
“That’s it!!” Kyle roared suddenly, making both Reeni and Felecia jump in fright. Reeni slowly looked over at him, knowing he was yelling at her.
He glared back and jabbed an unwashed finger in her direction. “I’m gonna get rid of you for good!!”