Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Con a Con Artist ❯ Collision ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer-I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT. I will though. Soon... âŒ_âŒ

A.N. - Nothing much to say... so I guess I won't write anything... okay, I'm finished.

To Con a Con Artist

Chapter One: Collision

The boys crying was interupted by the growling of his stomach.

"Well, sittin' here bawlin' isn't gonna feed me."

He looked around.

"I'm in the woods. There's got to be something to et out here."

*~*~*~*~*

"I can't believe I can't find anything to eat! I must have been looking for a couple of hours," he wailed miserably.

The boy dropped to the ground with another wail.

"I guess I'll just lay here and starve to death. One day, someone will find-"

The sound of an approaching vehicle cut him off.

"I guess I'm still pretty close to the road."

It was coming closer.

"Maybe I won't starve to death today."

A mischievious smile lit up his face.

"No, I don't think I will at all," he said, grinning evilly.

*~*~*~*~*

Haski drove as though Satan himself was after her (A.N. - Hee, hee. Not intentional, but Hercule pops into author's mind). Dhe drove and drove, not particularly caring where she was headed.

"I've spent years building my reputation, and that kid, in one day, threw it all away. Years of hard work, all gone."

She sped up.

"I don't know if I can do it all again."

A tear trickled down her cheek, followed by another, then another. Her hand began to relax, and she gradually slowed down.

Haski looked up to the evening sky.

"I guess I've been traveling for a while. I'd better stop for the night."

She looked for a place to pull over. While she was looking-

Thump.

Her eyes widened. Her tires screeching, she pulled off the road. She turned around, and saw what appeared to be a large pile of old rags.

As she drew closer, she could hear whimpers, and small sounds of pain coming from it. She pulled a flashlight out of her pack so she could get a better look.

As she shined it on the figure, she made out the face of a little boy.