Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step inside my world & come into my life ❯ Step inside my world ( Chapter 1 )

STEP INSIDE MY WORLD

&

COME INTO MY LIFE

Hay everyone, Lauren here again. Okay this is my first Dragon Ball Z-GT fan fiction so just bear with me here. Anywho just to make this point VERY clear: I DO NOT IN ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM OWN ANY PART WHAT SO EVER OF DRAGONBALL Z-GT! And also I want to make clear that I am in no way trying to disrespect or offend the real writers of this anime by using that point as a major plotline in my story.

Okay this is the summary to my story: What starts from one single thought in a young woman' life, leads to worldwide fame. On the contrary to what the rest of the world may think, Tilly is one lonely girl just trying to slip away from the every day insanities of her life to desperately find peace in the comforts of her own imagination and her own creations. The world as she knows it only sees and acknowledges the side of her that invented the world wide and highly popular anime `Dragon Ball Z GT.' However there is much more to this girl then meets the eye. Tilly is very educated in the arts of witchery, though she does not practice it for she merely takes an interest in the concept of magic, little does she know that what she knows might just come in handy at the right time and the right place. Her personality coupled with her highly active imagination leads Tilly on the adventure of her life and in some ways the adventure of many more lives.

(A.N. This may sound like one of those alternate reality fics, and yes it is but I assure you it is very very different. Also it will have many twists, turns and a particularly saucy love interest for a certain character, just read to find out peoples! Also let me tell you that the first chapter is merely setting the scene and letting you know whats happening, Dragon ball adventure starts in second chapter!)

Also `this means thoughts'

"this means bond or telepathy"

And any other quirks that you may pick up along the way I am sure you smart little cookies can figure them out on your own!

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PROLOUGE

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. Always daydreaming in class, and none too gently getting my head bitten off from my teachers about it too. "Always got your head in the clouds" they'd say, "Always off with the fairies," they'd say, "Always daydreaming" they'd say. `Well who the hell cares! I say!' Yes, it has been many years, well about 4 years since I left the god-forsaken torture of what we like to call school.

I was born in Cairo, Egypt, 1986 and up until 4 years ago I decided to leave after a tragic car accident, which resulted in both my parents dying. I use incredibly close with both my mother and father, however they never supported the idea of me becoming a writer, always taking the teachers side and never accepting my talent in such an area, and one that I was very passionate about too. I finally confessed my desire to explore the possibility of me becoming a professional writer, and to my dismay my parents rejected such an absurd idea as I was to follow my father' and his father before that and so on' footsteps of becoming a linguist of ancient languages, mainly Ancient Egyptian. While I was taught by my father the Ancient language of my country, his rejection to my desired occupation only served to drive a wedge further and further into our relationship, until it finally drove me so far away from them emotionally that my parents and I hardly had a relationship at all. Then on that tragic day when my parents were unfortunately ripped from my life I could no longer handle the burden and guilt of my failure as a daughter to please them by doing as they wished; everything as I knew it, my society, my culture, my country, my life and even myself reminded me too much of my disappointment that I had to leave it all behind and start anew the best I could.

Here I am 4 years later and at the tender age of 17, living in a small cabin at the top of a hill in the middle of the woods surrounded by snow in Wisconsin, America; and all alone. Though I kept my inner promise to leave all I had and all that I am behind along with my sins and guilt, I could not deny my longing to write, it's not in me to rebuke that part of my soul, banished to the deepest and darkest crescent of my mind.

Two long and hard years of keeping my passion to write at bay I was no longer able to and I finally caved. Picking up my pencil I began my work, one that I had no idea would eventually be the very essence of my life and the beginning of an adventure that would forever change me.