Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step inside my world & come into my life ❯ Come into my life ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 1

I dedicated two long years of writing the now world wide, extremely popular anime series Dragon Ball Z and GT when the incident that changed my life occurred. It was a cold winters night high in the mountains where my little cabin, away from the hustle and bustle of every day life and the fame I had crated for my self was situated, that I had just finished writing the GT episodes where our favourite hero Goke his granddaughter Pan and the infamous Trunks are out in space looking for the Black Star Dragon Balls when I heard a large tree in the forest collapse with a loud thud. I dropped my pencil and sat still for about 5 minute trying to collect my thoughts on what may have caused the thud while at the same time keeping my ears peeled, listening for anymore sounds that may pierce through the air at any minute…….. Nothing. I cautiously pick up my pencil again knowing that all that I would write had been written for now, and that I was merely attempting to distract my over active vivid imagination from conjuring up some ridiculous assumption as to what caused a perfectly natural thing as a tree falling down in the woods to happen. I didn't know what it was that made this particular tree stand out from the many more that fell accompanied with a loud thud. What ever it was certainly captured my undivided attention.

The winds swept up violently around my little cabin, coaxing small squeaks out of the hollows of a few beams of wood as it rampaged on, leaving no room for my imagination to concoct a theory, it simply did not need one for one would very shortly be provided, as my curiosity got the better of me.

Making my way to the little window situated just above my bed, I could see the frost plastered thinly over the pane and built up snow resting along the corners of the sill. As I peered through the clogged glass I could only just make out a few images. Straining my eyes further as I look past each tree examining just as many, my eyes came to the conclusion that that's exactly what it was, my imagination. Walking back to my desk, intending to pack up my equipment concluding that I had in fact earned the right to have an early night, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted yet again, by what I assumed was another tree falling due to the vicious winds blowing outside. My heart stopped. Now I knew that something was defiantly going on. I had no need to be frightened, after all I had mastered the arts of magic and having the background I had, being educated in all the sacred Egyptian rituals I was more then protected against any potential threats.

Once again making my way over to the tiny window just above my bed, while all the time, each step leading me away from the ever so enticing comfort of the flames owned by the fire lit in my fireplace. Taking another quick peek through the pane I made another examination of the environment that surrounded my quaint little cabin. Not one movent other than that of the flora and fauna adorning the outside. Just as I spun around to continue on my way to another night of endless dreams, something caught my eye. Quickly I snapped my head back to whatever it was that had gained my attention. Swirls. Taking another, more focused look I saw…. Purple swirls. Now even for someone that has an imagination such as mine this was way beyond anything that I could have even literally hoped to imagine up.

`What the hell is going on?' I though while throwing my large warm mink fur coat on over my shoulders and rapping it tightly around my slender figure, emphasising the need to keep myself warm as I made my journey through the cold snow to the swirls that my eyes were so conveniently addicted to.

Trudging each step through the thick white masses of snow that piled the ground around me, I stopped about 20 meters from my cabin, in front of what looked to be a large purple portal of swirls. I stood there captured in shock and awe by the beauty of the sight I was witnessing and simply shocked by the mere fact that it was there to be witnessed.

Suddenly as if out of nowhere all I remember seeing is many bodies flying at me before I was knocked to the ground and lost consciousness.

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My eyes started to flutter open and I slowly came to.

" What in Ra' named happened?" I said out loud, although more to myself then anything.

" Well to tell you the truth miss, I'm not entirely sure what happened either!" exclaimed a man with thick black spiky hair and glasses.

` Now where does he look familiar from?'

My thoughts were quickly interrupted as I heard a young girl say-

"Dad ask her who she is and how in Dende' name did she bring us here!"

"Not yet Pan, she is still waking from the fall she had. That was quite a knock we gave her there."

"Oh that's alright I… `Dende..Pan' DENDE….PAN!"

"Yes let us introduce our selves to you and maybe you might be able to help us"

Pointing to each of the figures around the room as he went.

"I am Gohan, this is Videl my wife and Pan our daughter."

"And I'm Goku!" Goku piped up smiling the infamous Son grin with his hand behind his head.

"That is so rude Goku, leaving your wife and son out of your little introduction!" Chi Chi practically bellowed before changing instantly back to her sweet innocent self.

"I'm Chi Chi, Goku' wife, this here is Goten our youngest son and you have already met our eldest, Gohan and his family."

"Oh and I'm Bulma, this is my husband Vegeta and over there standing by the fire is Trunks our son and our daughter Bra sitting there by your bed."

"Woman, I am perfectly capable of performing the simple task of telling the brat my name, on my own!" Vegeta hissed through his teeth in annoyance although adding a touch of sarcasm to complete his statement.

"This is just too weird, I must be dreaming, somebody pinch me." I thought aloud although once again to myself.

"I would be more then happy to assist you in your request brat." Vegeta spoke, a smirk engraving his face.

Without warning, Vegeta bent down and pinched me fairly hard.

"OWWWW… WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"

"Brat, need I remind you that you just asked someone to pinch you. So I did. And I doubt that since Kakarrott and his pathetic family had the initiative to do it themselves that I would perform that little task." Vegeta stated in amusement, knowing full well that what I said was what `you humans' referring to us, call `a figure of speech.'

"grrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

"Excuse Vegeta, honey, he's just grumpy old man, really he is like that with every one." Bulma stated, trying to cover up her husband's sadistic sense of humour.

"Don't I know it." I whispered under my breath.

"What was that honey?" Bulma questioned, completely oblivious to the fact that Vegeta was growling due to his super sensitive senses.

"Oh never mind, um listen I have a lot to explain to you guys about being in my dimension. Although I do not know how it Ra's name you got here, you should at least know what your in for."

"Um okay, but can I just ask, are you by any chance a saiya-jin?" Goku asks, staring at me confusingly.

"No, not at all. What gave you the idea that I may have been?"

"Well you have long black hair, you have olive skin and very dark eyes, and also your figure suggests that you workout. And all saiya-jins can't resist a good spar." Goku said, quite proud of his observation.

"Well actually I'm Egyptian so that would explain my features and as for my figure, you are completely right Goku, I practice the art of martial arts, more specifically kung-fu. But please let me explain some things to you about my dimension okay. However I am also interested about yours, so this is how it will work, a question for a question, yes?"

"Very well brat, I will make the first. Where are we?"

"You are still on the planet Earth, but as I said you are in another dimension, a real dimension. See the dimension of which you belong is artificial, well to ours anyway. My turn. Obviously you don't know exactly how you came to be here, but do any of you know why you are, did any of you happen to make a wish on the dragon balls or anything like that?"

" How did you know about the dragon balls, I thought that you said our dimension was artificial?" Trunks asked, suddenly joining in on the conversation.

For the fist time, I just sat there actually taking in the appearances of all the z fighters in the room. Trunks, while he still looked very much his anime self, although he was very much real looking, and well technically he was, but his hair instead of the lavender, was a deep auburn with a tint of purple staining his tresses. He still had those bright blue eyes, that when you looked into them you were forever lost in their endless depths.

I remember I had spent countless nights creating the character of Trunks Vegeta Briefs. Sketching in each muscle, each curve, and each line. I knew ever part of him down to the very last pore on his body, and every characteristic that shaped and moulded him down to the very core of his being. Yes he was the total. He was the complete. He was the creation of my mind, the perfect man. I created the other half of my soul, and now he was real, standing in front of me. Suddenly over come with the immense realisation of the situation, I ripped my eyes away from his and tried to study the forms of the other bodies in the room.

Vegeta, a short man, although not as short in person as the cartoon would lead you to believe, had his well defined widows peak, however not over exaggerated or un real. His hair was his normal black-brown colour but hung half way down his back, creating a simple but distinctive `v' shape as it finished. Really, other then that he was exactly the same as his anime self.

Scanning the figures yet again, I came to the quick conclusion that all the characters save Bulma' and Bra' hair colour and Goten and Goku' spiky hair, all looked exactly as they should. Bulma and Bra had a deep golden colour to their hair, also with a tinge of blue bruising their thin strands. Goten and Goku had long hair that looked as though they had just had a designer cut. Their hair fell to their shoulders and seemed to be jaggedly styled at the ends, looking like one of Calvin Klein' models, but of course it was just their innocent selves that made them look good with out even trying.

Completing my observations of the group, I silently congratulated myself at what an awesome job I did at designing these people.

Turning back to Trunks I answered- "I'll show you in the morning all you need to know. For now, it is 11pm at night; we should all get to sleep. Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks, you can take the Room in the back, there is a fold out bed there and a single mattress. Goku, Chi Chi, you can take the room next to that. There is also a fold out bed in that room. Gohan, Videl and Pan you can have the fold out bed and the last mattress in the open living room, near the kitchen and Bra you can sleep in the other side of my bed since there are no more room or mattresses to sleep on, yes? Is every one all right with that arrangement? If not we can sort out a more appropriate one tomorrow, I assume it may take a while to figure out how to get you back to your world."

"That sounds like a plan to me." Bulma cheerily piped up.

Every body departed my bedroom and went their own ways to their rooms, all completely bombed out from the eventful night.

"Hay Bra, you can sleep there." Pointing to the area opposite me.

`Tomorrow is going to be a loooooooong day.'

With that last thought I turned of my bedside lamp and drifted off to a night of dreams.