Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost In Your Eyes ❯ Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen ( Chapter 1 )

Dragonball Z and it's characters and likenesses are © their rightful owners and so forth and blah blah, The author gains nothing but satification at expressing her admiration for them and it's creators and is flat broke so sueing her would be a fruitless endeavor.

All lyrics are © their rightful owners and that the author gains no monetary recognition from the following use of them. The only recognition she seeks is the love and praise of her fellow fan-fic writers! * blows a kiss * and also, of course from the `real' Jennifer! Love ya, KM! * Blows another kiss!

You can take me to the stars. It's like being lost in Heaven, when I'm lost in your eyes.

~Debbie Gibson, Lost In Your Eyes

Sha, la, la, la, la, la, Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen!

~Artist Unknown, Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen

Part One: Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen!

She was a typical fifteen year old high school student. Straight black hair with blue high-lights, large eerily cat-like greenish-yellow eyes, a pert slightly up-turned nose and a smile that seemed always set on just a hint of a soft smile, as if she could burst into laughter at any moment. She was very ordinary. Very much like her peers, those who shared the many classrooms with her, or those who shook their pom-poms with her during cheerleader practice or on the normally chilly field during a game. All the jumping worked to keep them warm in their skimpy red and blue outfits.

Yes, she was just your average teenage girl. She even had posters on the walls of pastel-hued bedroom with the ruffles-on-lace canopy bed fit for a princess and matching window seat, of her favorite actors and musical groups. She was so normal she was rather dull. So, she thought! She was only average in her mind. She was, in reality, a very special young lady. Her whole world turned topsy-turvy one Friday morning. It didn't help matters that it was the 13th as well. A Christ-it's-cold December Friday The Thirteenth.

It also happened to be her birthday.

"Jennifer!" She heard her mother yell as her younger sister; Ivy, snapped her fingers annoyingly in her face. She's been eating her breakfast and stirring the oatmeal laced with honey around and around absently. Her mind was on the party she was having that afternoon after school. She was so excited she had bubbles forming and popping in her stomach. She literally had to stop herself from grasping at her stomach and crying out. But, then, her Mom would probably get that fearful look on her pretty round face and call off the entire thing! She's claim that Jennifer was sick and force her into bed.

Jennifer would just die if she missed her birthday party! She'd been planning and thinking about it all week! Besides, That adorable new kid was going to be there! She'd invited him herself! Nervously, of course. Just thinking of him made her palms sweat and her heart flutter. Ivy waved her hand in front of her face once more, "Mom! I can't locate a signal! I don't think she's even in this solar system anymore!"

"Knock it off!" Jennifer snapped, standing up and patting her little sister on the head, she looked at the clock and gasped, She was so running late! She couldn't be late again! She already had three tardies in a row! Another would land her in detention and then she'd really end up missing her party!

"Jennifer?" She turned back towards her mother who was stirring a cup of steaming black coffee in her bathrobe over the kitchen counter, "Have you decided what piece you want to play at your party?"

"Oh, Mom!" Jennifer cried, wincing, "Do I really have to play the piano at my birthday party? They'll think it's lame. Can't we just listen to some CDs or something?" She knew her voice had taken on a pleading tone, but she didn't care.

"You will play something nice for your friends, Jennifer," Her Mother said sternly, "That's final. Now, get to school before your late! Oh…" Her face softened and she blew Jennifer a kiss, "Happy birthday, Sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mom." Jennifer smiled, and closed the door behind her. Ivy went to grade school, but she was excelling very quickly and there was talk of skipping her up a few grades and having her enter high school next year instead of sixth grade. Jennifer loved her little sister and was happy she was doing so well in school, but she really did not want to share a school with her! It just wasn't cool to be hanging out with sibs while at school, in fact that could get you boycotted to the unpopular kids' table at lunch faster than you could shake a cat…or however that old saying goes.

She was halfway to her bus stop but just as she was about to turn the corner onto the right street, someone walking very fast the opposite direction ran smack right into her. Her back-pack and her books with paper stuffed in between the pages, and her purple glittery purse and it's contents went flying in all different directions, most of it landing in the snow around her and the slushy puddle at her feet. She pulled herself up and groaned to see her pink leggings were ruined. The cute little skirt she was wearing seemed okay but for a little splattering of mud when her textbook…Oh, God!, her textbook! Landed in the puddle of mud-slash-snow.

"I'm so sorry!" The voice was right above her, and very familiar, "I swear I didn't even see you! Are you all right?"

She looked up and wished she hadn't. Oh, God! She thought, What a way for him to see me! He must think I am a complete and utter clutz! Oh my god, he is sooo hot! She curbed her wayward thoughts before she got into any more trouble and nodded, taking his hand when he offered it to help her stand all the way up. He helped her gather her things, looked very apologetic about the ruined textbook, and helped her get cleaned up as best he could under the cirmimstances.

"Your Jennifer, right?" He asked as he ran his fingers through his lavender-hued hair and let it fall once more back over his forehead, Jennifer ached to touch that hair! She nodded again and he said; "Yeah, right…Jennifer. I remember. You shoved that party invitation at me and ran down the hall and was gone before I could say if can come or not."

Jennifer's blood in her veins turned to ice water. What if he doesn't want to come? Fear prickled down her back like hairy-legged spiders.

"I can," He said, after a moment, "And I will. A party sounds like fun."

She nodded, relieved, and smiled at him. He was a good head taller than her, so she had to look up, "I'm so glad!"

He gasped and pretended to fall over in astonishment, "Oh, Wow! She speaks! Oh, speak again bright angel! " Jennifer laughed as he got down on one knee in the snow with one arm outstretched and launched into a whole dialog from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Other kids passed them and looked at them like they were nuts! Jennifer knew she was going to be late, again, but suddenly she didn't care. He was who she'd wanted at her party in the first place. He was what she was having the whole party for the in the first place! Try some old fashioned feminine wiles. Catch his eye.

She laughed and her long, breeze-tossed dark hair flew back over her shoulders and down her back, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, knock it out! People are staring!"

"So," He said, "Let them! Maybe they don't have anything better to do."

"Hey!" A voice yelled from somewhere above them, it grew louder; "Trunks! Where are you!?"

They looked up and Trunks got to his feet as the person who was yelling came into view. Wow! Jennifer gasped, he's…flying! How does someone learn to do that?!

"Hey, Goten, what's up?" Trunks said, and motioning to Jennifer said; "This is my new friend, Jennifer, Jennifer this is Goten, my good pal from way back."

"Yeah, we go way back," The dark brown haired flying boy wearing a shirt that has his own name printed on it said, "Something's wrong with my Mom! You gotta come with me, fast!"