Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Crying Out Loud! ❯ Prologue

**Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z in any way, shape or form; nor am I making money off of my fan fiction. Leave me alone.

**A/N: I know, I like to start things, then jump onto something else.. its just the way I am... I like to take on a lot... But, I just HAD to write this... the idea came into my head while I was trying to sleep the other night, and it just wouldn't be ignored... so here it is *smile*

"...." regular speech

"(Italics)" inner thoughts

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I arched my back in a tight stretch, my fingers laced together above my head, my knuckles cracking as the muscles between my shoulder blades screamed in pain. I glanced at the clock. 3:30 am. Where had the time gone? Last I had checked, it was only 7:30. I guess getting a new toy kinda clouds the mind. I had just gotten the desktop computer in the mail the day before yesterday. My big brother had found someone on his base that was looking to sell it, since he was going over seas and the closets the Navy called a room on ship would never be big enough for it. He had given me a good price. Though it took a serious chunk of my savings, seeing as I only had a minimum wage job, I was content. It was a beautiful piece of machinery, if I do say so myself. I had spent the past two days with it, deleting the pervious files, completely changing everything around so I could call it my own. It was only until this evening that I had been able to start downloading music files from the internet, and surfing. I have to admit, I have a slight addiction to the internet. Ok, more than slight. I had stumbled upon the most interesting web page while looking for pictures of my favorite TV show. A fan fiction site. How interesting. I had jumped from story after story, my mind in a hazy joy from these works; my DBZ addiction being fed. And, as most things go, I became inspired to write a fan fiction of my own, though I wasn't sure if I would ever post it online. I was too shy to be quiet honest.

And now it was 3:30 in the morning; I had to get up for work in 5 hours. Sighing, I disconnected from the net, saved my story onto a disk, and shut my computer down. There was always tomorrow. I stepped over the mountains of dirty clothes on my floor to dig through my dresser, trying to find a pair of pajama pants and a comfortable t-shirt. Succeeding, I pulled my own day clothes off and slipped into the night clothes, my body finally acknowledging the lack of sleep I had submitted it to. Stifling a yawn, I set my alarm clock and turned off the light, the room dropping to darkness. I made my way to the bed, my brain having memorized every pile of clothing, every discarded item, knowing full well that I wouldn't stumble. I crawled under the sheets and comforter, pulling up last the hand sewn bed spread that my Grandmother had made for me as a high school graduation present. I snuggled deeply into my feather pillows, feeling the fingers of sleep crawling up my body. I succumbed to the haze of dreams, content to drift along until the world ended.

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My eyes slowly drifted open, casually taking in the sunlight that flooded through the open window, a soft breeze fluttering the curtains. I stretched happily, satisfied to lay in bed and enjoy the morning sun. Then it hit me. I had over slept! I was late for work! Christ the boss is gonna KILL me! I shot out of the bed to head for the door, but I felt strange. Dizzy. Unbalanced. Something was wrong with me. I didn't feel like myself at all. I placed a hand to my forehead as my head spun on an invisible carousel. I blinked a few times to try and regain my ground. Then my brain finally caught up with my eyes.

This wasn't my room.

I turned in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings. It was familiar, but I knew that I had never been here before. Turning a complete 360, I noticed a doorway that lead into an adjoining private bathroom. I stepped inside and flicked on the light to face myself in the mirror.

The reflection wasn't my own.

"Holy fuck."

"You have GOT to be kidding me!!"

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**A/N: Mee hee hee.. can you guess what I'm doing? Review please... you know you want to.