Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hearts together worlds apart ❯ Hard to deal ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: OK, I got a few reviews so I'll continue. Let the training begin!

Disclaimer: I don't own any DBZ characters.

Hearts Together, Worlds Apart

Chapter 2: Toughing it out.

I sat quietly on the grass outside it was one of those days where it was neither warm, nor cold. One of those winter days when the sky was white and icy looking. It wasn't windy so I wasn't cold but I just sat there and watched the z fighters sparring. Goku and Gohan, Trunks and Goten, Piccolo and Quillin. Where was Vegeta? I looked around to find him sat by a tree. I walked slowly over to him.

"Hey, Geta!" I called. He opened one eye and glared at me before closing it a again.

"Don't call me that." He said quite plainly. I crouched down by him.

"What's up? Why aren't you sparring?" I asked. He opened both of his eyes and glared at me coldly. If it was anyone who was not used to one of his glares they would have been crumbled into the earth. I was quite expecting that reaction and so grinned sweetly. "Don't glare Geta…I mean Vegeta, your face might get stuck that way."

"My name is Vegeta. And I am not sparring because for one I do not wish to spar and two I don't have anyone to spar with anyway." He growled. I tugged at his arm.

"Then please Veggie…" I began innocently.

"IT'S VEGETA!!!" he yelled.

"O…kay…" I stammered. "Please Vegeta. Come and help me train while the others are sparring." Vegeta grunted. I should have known. But I have an advantage. I know all his usual reactions and I could find ways to counter them. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" I squeaked. He held his hands to his ears at the high pitched whining.

"Fine!" he snapped, standing up. I grinned.

"Yay! Thanks VE-geta!" I replied. He rose into the air and I hesitated before slowly and shakily following him.

He stopped when we were in line with the roof of my two story house. He stared at me. I just floated there.

"Well?!" he demanded. "Are you going to hit me or not?!" I blinked and quickly moved forward. He moved out of the way instantly. I tried again. Once more he was too fast and I wasn't controlled in my flying properly yet to fight in the air.

"Can't you slow down?" I asked.

"No." he replied simply. "That would be less fun." I flew at him again and again until finally my speed had increased enough to get at least close enough to hit him. He blocked it. I growled as he drifted right in front of me.

"What?!" I snapped. He smirked.

"Hit me as hard as you can." He said. I gathered myself and did as he asked. I hit him on the chest yet he made no attempt at blocking. "Was that it?" he chuckled. I snapped. I don't know why but I just did. I started throwing punches and kicks at him like there was no tomorrow. I had always been quick to start a fight really…as much as I hated to admit it, I was a violent bitch. I always had been. I was a natural born fighter I had known that for a while but made nothing of it when my mom refused to let me do streetfighting as a sport. Now I knew why. I had always taken great pride in the fact that I could beat all the boys in my class at arm wrestling. If they could see me now… Anyway.

Vegeta was blocking almost every blow but I got a few in. I felt the force of the blows increasing. I landed one to his lower stomach which caused him to double over. He gasped and smirked back up at me.

"That's better." He said. He descended to the ground. Somehow I knew he was barely trying in that fight with me but he was testing me. I just knew it. He was testing whether I had the will of a fighter. Had I passed his little test? I didn't know but when I reached the ground Vegeta nodded at me and then went back to his hiding place under the tree. He was so grumpy. Like my dad in the morning. I had decided.

I called everyone inside for dinner. They all sat down and then I heard the kitchen door open. I hadn't heard anyone come up the drive above the noise of the eating saiyans.

"What the bloody hell?!" my dad yelled. I sheepishly rubbed the back of my head. Damn it! Why do Goku's habits have to be catching.

"COOL!!!" yelled my brother Daniel. He was eleven and a big DBZ fan. "Are they really real?!" I nodded. My mom was pale.

"Urm…could you explain this young lady?!" she asked not sure how to react.

"Well…you see a few days ago during the storm…these people kind of appeared and um…I invited them to stay and they've been staying here for the last few days." I stammered.

"Do you even know who they are?!"

"OK QUIET!!!" I yelled. "I have something to explain to everyone. I don't know how but somehow the characters from Dragonball Z have appeared in our world and have come to take me back to their world." I turned to the Z fighters. "I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you…" I said quietly. I walked into the family room and put the TV on. Then I put a video tape in and pressed play. The Z fighters were on screen fighting cell.

"How? What?" Piccolo didn't seem to make sense of anything.

"In our world you're cartoon characters. That's how I knew about you." I sobbed. Tears began to fall. "I don't know how the people who made the cartoon knew about you either but they do…and in this world you're characters of a popular anime cartoon. I don't know how you got here and I don't know how you got back…but…I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner…I didn't mean any harm!" I was crying now. My family was only slightly more shocked than the Z fighters. Piccolo put a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't cry kid. I brought us to the saiyan warrior and that was you and I can get us back too." He said. Everyone gasped. "Yes, I could get us back the whole time but we needed to stay to find the saiyan warrior." Goku knelt down to me and put his hands on both of my shoulders.

"Are you going to come back with us Jesse? We need you." He asked me. I glanced up at my family. I nodded to him.

"You are not going anywhere until I know what's going on!" my dad yelled.

"Dad!" I yelled. "These Z fighters were searching for a saiyan warrior who could help them save their world which is in great danger. Their search brought them here to me. I am the saiyan warrior. I'm needed in their world."

"How do you know these aren't just people dressed up to look like these characters and trying to get you back with them into a warehouse to kidnap you and god knows what else?!" my mom asked.

"I know. They have shown me their power and taught me how to use mine." I said. I stood up in front of my family. I lifted into the air the others did so too. My mom fainted. My dad went pale. My brothers jumped up and down like idiots. I looked at the others and nodded. The saiyans went super saiyan which shook the house. Then they went back to normal.

"My sister's a saiyan? That is so not fair!" Daniel whined. I glared at him. The tension broke slightly.

"Mom the Z fighters won't be staying much longer…and neither will I." I said. "I need to go and I'm afraid you have no say in this. It's destiny."