Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Two Worlds, One Woman ❯ Settling In ( Chapter 2 )

Author: Murasaki Rose
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com
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Warnings: Mary Sue, minor swearing, and singing
Author's note: ~ ~ indicate telepathy and ' ' indicate thought, ~> <~ indicates song lyrics

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Two Worlds, One Woman
Chapter 2~Settling In

((From the diary of Jeanne: March 24, dragon year 775))

{Well I survived yesterday with only minimal damage. I've finally come to the conclusion that this is real, though I did spend a large part of last night thinking that I was in some sort of Total Recall situation. Ya know, where you're placed into a fantasy that seems real, but it turns out it really is real or maybe it is just a fantasy? Ewww. Anyway, I managed to explain the TV show and fanfiction without confusing everyone too much. Bulma-san has been really nice to me. She trusts me and genuinely wants to help me. She's going to try and figure out how I got here and how my body changed! ^_^ The Guardians trust me too(chalk that up to their being telepathic and empathic) and are dragging me out later tonight to a karoake club. Kami help us all, `cause I'm fairly sure that Chujitsu and Marion are tone-deaf. Even better, the "trio of terror" likes me. *grins happily* They love being around anyone who'll play with them without being forced to. That and I know a lot of games that they don't. Laura was shy at first but warmed to me quickly, Trunks tried to be stand-offish but couldn't resist me for long(I'm great with kids), and Goten was just a bundle of affection. When I saw him I squealed in delight and finally got to do what I had always wanted to do. I picked him up, spun him around, and hugged him tight. And he hugged me back! *huge grin* He's such a sweetheart! Bulma-san also took me to meet her parents, they're very nice and Bulma's dad is going to help her research my situation. Now Vegeta-san . . . well, lets just say he won't kill me unless I give him a good reason to. Jianu said that I'll have to earn his trust. Easier said than done. For now, I think I'll just try and stay out of his way.}

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Yawning hugely and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Jeanne made her way into the bathroom. It was only 8:00 but some new internal alarm had woken her up and refused to let her return to blissful slumber. Flipping the light on, she stopped and stared in amazement, it was huge! A green marble counter top with a matching sink trailed the wall to her left, on the right wall an enclosed toilet, laundry chute, then a semi-opaque shower stall, and occupying the far wall was a bathtub large enough for two. "I've seen bedrooms smaller than this!" she whispered silently. She really hadn't looked at the bathroom the night before, having been too shocked at the room Bulma had given her for as long as she wanted or needed it. "I've got to figure out a way to thank Bulma-san for all this." Shaking her head, Jeanne decided to concentrate on her more immediate concerns. Staring into the wall-length mirror, Jeanne evaluated her new figure. (Not wanting to wrinkle her only outfit, the new demi-saiya-jin had opted to sleep in her underwear. Much to her amusement, she noted that her undergarments were matched: purple with silver stars.) She was still in awe that this was *her* body. Giggling in delight, she spun around, stopping to gaze once more into the mirror before jumping into the shower.

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Knocking on Jeanne's door, Takeshi waited for a response. He had a message from Bulma-san for her. No answer. "Jeanne-san?" Still no answer. 'Maybe she's still asleep?' he thought, cautiously opening the door. Noting the rumpled bedsheets, he knew she was up. 'Now where did she go?' The sound of running water revealed her location to him, 'Ah ha, guess I'll just wait for her to come out.' Sitting on the edge of the bed Takeshi frowned thoughtfully when he heard her singing over the sound of the shower, he'd never heard that song before.

~>Lucky you were born that far away so
We could both make fun of distance
Lucky that I love a foreign land for
The lucky fact of your existence

Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
Never could imagine there were only
Ten million ways to love somebody

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Can't you see
I'm at your feet

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear

Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
(*Jeanne paused to giggle*)
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when I need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Can't you see
I'm at your feet

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear

Le do le le le le, Le do le le le le
Think out loud
Say it again

Le do le le le le
Tell me one more time
That you'll live
Lost in my eyes

(As she reached the final chorus, Jeanne exited the bathroom, vigorously toweling her hair. Takeshi gaped at the sight before him. Clad only in a towel that barely covered her and missing her glasses, the blond demi-saiya-jin presented quite the picture.)

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You've got me head over heels
There's nothing left to fear
If you really feel the way I feel<~

Tossing her hair back, Jeanne started to turn back to retrieve her glasses when she spotted Takeshi on her bed. Well, a human-shaped blur with green hair anyway. "Takeshi?" she asked, squinting as she attempted to focus. "What are you doing in here?"

Blushing fiercely, the young warrior managed to recall the message, "B-Bulma-san wanted to be sure you were up. She and her dad want to run some tests on you after breakfast."

"Okay just let me . . ." It was at that moment that Jeanne remembered just *what* she was wearing, or rather, not wearing. Her eyes widened and her tail froze in mid arc, "Oh . . . my . . . KAMI!!" she finished in a scream, dashing back into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

Takeshi yiped and ran over to the door, "I swear I didn't see anything Jeanne-san! I only stayed `cause I had to give you Bulma-san's message!" he yelled through the barrier.

On the other side of the door, Jeanne sighed and tried to slow her rapid heartbeat. "I-it's o-okay Takeshi-san. If you would, please shut the door as you leave and I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Hai. Gomen nasai, Jeanne-san," he said softly, then left.

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Flipping her wet hair away from her eyes, Jeanne wandered down to the kitchen, guided solely by her stomach. Her eyes widened at the huge amount of food on the table. Takeshi, who was already seated, waved cheerfully at Jeanne. "Come on and eat Jeanne-san. Bulma's okaasan made enough for both of us," he said, the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. Jeanne nodded in reply, her own cheeks a delicate pink.

"Good morning dear!" Bulma's mother chirped. "Did you sleep well?"

"Hai," she smiled shyly. "I've never been in a bedroom that big before."

"I'm glad you like it," the blond airhead replied, ushering Jeanne to the table. "Now you sit down and eat your breakfast. And if that isn't enough, just let me know and I'll make you some more, okay?"

"Okay," Jeanne replied, but inwardly she was shocked. 'Not enough! There's enough here to feed at least twenty people!'

~Not really. By the time the two of us are through, I doubt there'll be anything left.~

She snapped her head in Takeshi's direction, "Did you just . . ?"

"Speak to you telepathically? You bet," he said between mouthfuls.

"This is sooo weird," she muttered.

"Better dig in before it gets cold," he told her, grinning when her stomach growled loudly.

Slightly embarrassed, the young saiya-jin filled her plate and was soon eating as rapidly as her breakfast companion. She was on her sixth plate when Bulma came into the kitchen.

"Well, you certainately eat like a saiya-jin," she said, laughing softly.

Jeanne swallowed, her cheeks flushing crimson, "I can't help it. I've never been this hungry in my entire life. I usually skip breakfast."

"There's nothing wrong with how much you're eating, Jeanne-chan," Bulma assured her, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "As a matter of fact, I'd be worried if you weren't eating so much." Having resumed eating, Jeanne shot Bulma a questioning look. "Saiya-jin have extremely high metabolisms, so they have to eat a lot of food to maintain their bodies."

Still chewing, Jeanne "hmmmed" in response, it made sense now.

Sipping her coffee, Bulma finally noticed Jeanne's appearance. The demi-saiya-jin was wearing the same outfit she'd arrived in and her wet hair(apparently finger-combed) was plastered to her back.

"Oh I am a baka!" the blue-haired beauty exclaimed, causing everyone to pause and stare at her. "You don't have *anything* here! Nothing to wear, no hair supplies . . ." she gasped, "NO MAKE-UP!" Bulma pounded a dainty fist on the table, "Change of plans Jeanne-chan, we're going shopping!" she eyed Jeanne critically, "But first, let's get you fixed up."

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Standing in the middle of Bulma's huge bedroom, Jeanne surpressed the urge to see if her voice would echo. Her room was tiny in comparison to the master suite. Inside the equally immense closet, Bulma searched for just the right outfit for the girl. Jeanne was only a couple inches taller than Bulma was and it was all in her legs. She'd already gotten the embarrassed saiya-jin a new set of undergarments. The blue-haired genius owned so many, she'd had a dozen or so sets that had never been worn. It was one of these, tags and all, that she'd given to Jeanne. Purple silk, hi-cut panties with a matching sheer silk bra. It was just the two girls, Takeshi having long-since left for class, but not before Jeanne had gotten him to find her a sewing kit.

After a lengthy period of time Bulma emerged with an armload of outfits. Spying Jeanne on the floor, the older woman started giggling. The young demi-saiya-jin was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her head bowed forward, and was snoring lightly. The sound of Bulma's laughter roused the girl and her eyes flew open, "Oh! Gomen ne, Bulma-san. I'm not much of a morning person."

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Several dress changes and a little sewing later, Jeanne was seated at Bulma's vanity, waiting somewhat nervously as the blue-haired beauty styled her strawberry blond hair. After a few frustrating first tries(AN: Whoa, alliteration) Bulma settled on a simple French braid, tied with a ribbon at the end. "All done," she said, setting the brush down. "I'd do more, but you'll need a different hair style first."

Jeanne smiled brightly at her reflection, "Arigato Bulma-san. You did a wonderful job."

"You're welcome dear, "Bulma said sinning Jeanne around, "Now let's get your make-up done."

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When it was all said and done, Jeanne came out looking quite lovely. The violet, princess-cut dress not only accented her curves nicely, but also set off Jeanne's hair and eyes perfectly. Her shoes, basic dress flats, were covered in the same iridescent violet as her ribbons(Bulma had gently tied a larger ribbon at the base of Jeanne's tail). Once more she had donned her watch, friendship bracelets, and her dragon ball earrings. Oddly enough, the number of stars in the glass balls continually shifted, making a very unique pair of earrings. Before they left, Bulma had Jeanne pose for a picture, then it was off to the mall!

April 30, 2002

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Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any money off of this, its just for fun. And to top it off I'm a college student who works part-time at Wal-Mart so you know I don't have any money. So if you sue me you won't get anything.

Supplement to disclaimer: I also don't own the song, "Whenever, Wherever" Nor am I making any money off of it. I just like singing it. (Yes, I do sing in the shower)

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