Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Two Worlds, One Woman ❯ This Can't be Happening! ( Chapter 1 )

Author: Murasaki Rose
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com
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Warnings: Mary Sue, minor swearing
Series: DBZ
Timeframe: One year after Majin Buu
Couples: G/CC, B/V, K/18, Gh/Vi, Ji/M, D/T, J/?
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure, Romance

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Two Worlds, One Woman
Chapter 1~This Can't be Happening!

((From the diary of Jeanne: March 23, dragon year 775))

{Honestly, I never saw it coming. Who in their right mind would have? Yesterday, I was just an ordinary college student/DBZ fangirl and now? Who knows what the future has in store for me? Not me certainately. All I know for sure is that last night I fell asleep while typing at my computer again, but when I woke up everything I knew to be true and real was tossed right out the window . . .}

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Groaning sleepily, the strawberry-blond haired woman lifted her head and gazed blearily at the computer screen before her. 'Did I fall asleep at the desk again?' Sitting up fully, she winced as her neck and back protested her movement. 'Damn it, I did! Why in the hell do I keep doing this to myself?!' she complained silently to herself as she removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Putting her glasses on, she tried to work the crick out of her neck when she noticed something wasn't right. "No way," she whispers. "This is not my desk." A sleepy moan behind her nearly made the young woman jump out of her skin. 'There's someone in here!' Turning `round she spied a handsome young man with *green* hair sleeping in the bed. 'I've got to get out of here!' With infinite care and stealth, she eased her way out of the chair and slipped out of the room as quickly as possible, thanking God that the door had not been fully shut. 'Where the hell am I?' she thought as she crept silently through the hallways of the unbelievably large building. It wasn't like any building she'd ever been in before, the halls curved in what was undeniably a large circle and were lined with door upon door. And there didn't seem to be an elevator or fire exit anywhere! 'Or a window, what kind of crazy place is this?!'

" . . . so I was thinking that if we tried re-routing the power feed, we might be able to avoid . . ."

"Eeep!" she squealed silently and dashed down the hallway, she had to find a place to hide quickly! 'I can't let anyone find me till I know where I . . .' "OOOF!!!" Her stream of consciousness was cut off abruptly as she ran into something hard. "Owww! What did I hit, a brick wall?"

"Close enough." Her eyes grew wide at the oh-so familiar voice, it couldn't be him! She gasped as a hand fisted in her shirtfront and brought her face-to face with someone she thought she'd never meet. "Now tell me girl, who the hell are you, what are you doing here, and how in the hell did you get in here?!!" snarled the saiya-jin no ouji, lifting her off the ground. "Answer quickly or prepare to die!"

"MynameisJeanneandIdon'tknowwhyI'mhereorhowIgothere!" she exclaimed quickly, struggling to break free.

"You lie girl! Now why are you here!!"

Tears streamed down Jeanne's face, "I'm telling the truth!! I really don't know!"

"Vegeta! Put that girl down this instant!" Bulma screamed at her mate, storming up behind him and smacking him on the back of his head.

"Woman . . ."

"Don't you "woman" me mister! You let her go right now! She's completely terrified!"

Reluctantly Vegeta complied and looked into Jeanne's eyes, there he saw terror, awe, and disbelief? Growling, he dropped her to the ground, where she collapsed, sobbing and shaking in relief. Ignoring her mate's glare, Bulma placed a hand on Jeanne's back and rubbed it soothingly just like she did for Trunks when he was upset. Jeanne's sobs slowly subsided and she lifted a tear-streaked face up to view Bulma's, "Masaka," she breathed just before she fainted for the first time in her life.

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Two small boys and a girl peered curiously at the sleeping woman. "Who is she, Trunks-kun?" Goten asked.

"I dunno, chibi."

"She looks a lot like your Oneesan," he told the girl.

She nodded, "Uh-huh. But "Neechan doesn't wear glasses and is a whole bunch taller. This lady's as short as your `Tousan is, Trunks!"

Whirling on the girl next to him, Trunks growled, "You take that back Laura! `Tousan is not short!"

"He is too," the blonde insisted, "and be quiet." she hissed.

Alerted by the noise, Jeanne began to stir, freaking out the young warriors.

"Way to go, angel! You woke her up!"

"Me!" Laura exclaimed indignantly, "You're the one doing all the yelling!"

Goten tapped Trunks' shoulder urgently, "Maybe we should yell for your Okaasan."

"That won't be necessary." The aptly nicknamed "trio of terror" jumped and turned to see Bulma standing behind them, tapping her foot angrily. "I thought I told you three that this room was off limits!" The kids hung their heads sheepishly but remained silent, one wrong move and they'd be grounded for life. "Out. Now." she ordered, pointing out the door. They didn't need to be told twice and quickly jetted out of the room. Bulma shook her head, those three never learned. Sighing resignedly, the blue-haired genius shifted her attention to the bed in time to see the mystery girl searching the nightstand for her glasses. Crossing the room, Bulma sat down on the side of the bed, just as Jeanne got her glasses on.

When her eyes focused Jeanne immediately froze at the sight before her. Bulma. Bulma Briefs. Three-dimensional but unmistakably her. THE Bulma from Dragonball Z. "Masaka," she whispered again, this time remaining conscious.

This is what had piqued her interest earlier, the young woman had said it before, "What do you mean by that? What exactly is impossible?"

Jeanne fisted her right hand into her red-blond hair, "Y-you can't be real. I mean . . . it's just a show. It isn't real."

An orange-haired young man poked his head in the door, "Hey she's up!"

"Really?" came another male voice. "Move out of the way Sean, " he growled, coming into view after a stumbling Sean. This one had black hair and was followed in by another male with brown hair.

"You shouldn't be so pushy Chujistu," he admonished his companion.

Now a young woman with sky-blue hair slipped into the room, "Akira's right, you should at least give him time to move before you push him."

"Like you have room to talk Marion."

"Takeshi I swear . . ." she hissed at the green haired man who had just walked in.

"Miraku, back me up here!" he pleaded with the black haired, green-eyed man who stood in the doorway.

"No way, you started with her, you have to finish."

A new voice sounded off outside of the room, "`Geta-kun, why in the hell are you sulking in the hallway?! Kami, are you THAT paranoid?!"

The entire time the Guardians had been piling into the room, Bulma had watched Jeanne's eyes get progressively wider. They were as big as saucers now and Bulma was afraid she was going to faint again.

Jeanne was in shock, this was completely impossible. She knew who was out in the hallway, she just couldn't believe it. Finally a young woman with unbelievably long strawberry-blond hair stepped inside and looked right at Jeanne, her own eyes widening. "Wow. The squirts were right. You DO look a lot like me."

"Jianu!" Jeanne squeaked in shock.

"You know me?"

"Know you? Heh. . . I created you."

"NANI?!!"

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A few minutes and several freakouts later, Bulma managed to calm everyone down except for Jeanne who appeared to be on the verge of flipping out. "This is a dream. A horrible, terrible, dream. I'm not in the TV show. I'm not seeing these people. Mom was right, I am too obsessed. I am NOT seeing this. I just ate something that disagreed with me, that's all. I'll never eat Taco Bell after eleven again. Gives me nightmares. IeeeEEE!!!" Jeanne's hands flew to her rear, her denial mantra cut short, someone had pinched her!

A soft chuckle on her left revealed the culprit. Takeshi was crouched by her side, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "Now would you have felt that if this were a dream?"

Jeanne's eyes sparked and suddenly Takeshi was sprawled on the floor, a huge lump on his head, while Jeanne stood above him, a large mallet in hand and her tail lashing angrily behind her. "You hentai!!" How dare you do that?! If you wanted to make a point you could have pinched my arm, you jerk!!"

Bulma and the other Guardians burst out laughing wildly, Takeshi had gotten exactly what he deserved. When their laughter died down, they noticed something that had escaped everyone's (except Vegeta's) attention so far.

"Holy cow!! She's got a tail!"

"NANI?!!" Jeanne shrieked. "What do you mean, I've got a tail?!"

"You didn't know?" Bulma asked incredulously. "I don't see how you could miss that," she said pointing at the appendage in question which was now lashing agitatedly.

Moving just her eyes, Jeanne tried to see behind her and caught a flicker of movement. Her head whipped round, bringing her face to face with a reddish-brown tail that wagged sheepishly at her. Jeanne shrieked again and grabbed hold of the appendage, "OH MY GOD! I DO have a tail!!" She then let go of it as though she'd been burned, "Oh man, I FELT that! It's real!" Taking her eyes off her new appendage, Jeanne scanned the room for a mirror. "I wonder what else is different," she muttered, all else forgotten as she stood up to check her reflection.

"Should we say something?" Marion wondered aloud.

Bulma shook her head, "Iie, she's obviously confused. Let's give her a moment and see what happens."

Looking into the mirror, Jeanne hardly recognized the reflection there. Or rather she did, but it wasn't the right one. Her hair was a little fuller but essentially the same, waist-length strawberry-blond that hung to her waist. Her eyes were still blue-gray but had grown much larger as had her glasses to accommodate. And her face . . . Jeanne raised a shaky hand to trace her profile . . . her face now resembled the anime figures and models she owned. Three-dimensional, but not what she had grown-up with as "normal". Her chicken-pox scar was gone too. Looking down she saw that her figure was perfect. 'Too cool,' she thought. Her outfit had changed as well. She now wore a purple, sleeveless t-shirt with the letters DBZ monogrammed on the upper-left side, dark blue cargo jeans, and behind her an auburn tail swished rapidly, showing her confusion. Glancing over at the bed she spied a pair of white strap-up boots with purple and turquoise accents. "Oh Kami, I've turned into my web persona."

"What in the hell is a "web persona"?" Vegeta snarled at her, having entered the room during her silent self-study.

Jianu rolled her eyes, "Ya know, if you actually did something other than train all day, you'd probably know." She sighed, "It's like this . . ."

While Jianu explained web personas to Vegeta, Bulma came up behind Jeanne and placed a hand on her shoulder, "What does "DBZ" stand for?"

Groaning softly the new demi-saiya-jin dropped to her knees. "Dragon. Ball. Z." She frowned thoughtfully, this was going to take a lot of explaining.

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