Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Viva Family ❯ D.N.A. Testing ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lady Saturn 
Krillin and Keruri have thier D.N.A.
tested and... no that'll give the
chapter away.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 274 | Status: Completed
Krillin and Keruri have thier D.N.A.
tested and... no that'll give the
chapter away.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 274 | Status: Completed
Authors Note: Hi, people. It's me, once again. This story your about to read (hopefully) was originally a short story I had to write for my language arts class. When school was out for the summer, I started looking through all my previous school work stuff and found this story. I read it over and thought to myself, "Hey! If I correct all my spelling mistakes, put more detail in this, and make it like 10 pages longer, this could be a damn good Dragon Ball Z/ Sailor Moon crossover fan fiction!" So I looked this story up on my disks and I'm still making changes. And, well, here it is. The first chapter. I hope you enjoy!
"Viva Family"
by: Lady Saturn
Rated: PG
Type: DBZ/SM crossover
Chapter: 1
... and on with the story. ^_^
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The year is 2001 A.D. My name is Keruri D. (pronounced as Key-or-ee) and I am 14 years of age. Ever since I was born, my mother had always told me that my biological father broke up with her during the pregnancy. She has been dead now for 5 years, at the cause of a drunken driver. So, I pretty much live alone here in my little apartment in Tokyo, Japan. I don't live off welfare, I have a well-paying job as a Japanese animator, and I'm working on an anime I created called "Lady Saturn." (... no pun intended) But one thing still sticks in my mind. I know my father is still alive. Social Services knows it too, and they're still trying to find him, because in their minds, I'm too young to live on my own. The thing that bothers me is why my father didn't want to be a part of a life that he himself had helped create.
I for one don't respect people like that, but then on the other hand, he is my father. So I suppose I should cut him some slack. Before me mother died, she had taught me about a lot of things such as, cooking, cleaning, responsibility, puberty, and bunches of other things. Now I use them to my advantage today. And considering the circumstances, they help me a lot. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!" There goes my alarm clock. I have it set for 5:30 a.m., Sunday through Friday for school. As I literally drag myself out of bed and to the shower, I remember... I forgot to turn off my alarm. I spin myself around, a little too fast for my liking, and stare at the alarm, trying to will it to turn off. But to my disapproval, it still sits there, beeping. I walk over to it and manually turn it off and head for the shower. About half an hour later, I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, in my school uniform. My uniform is a white dress shirt, a maroon tie, a gray vest with a maroon lining, a gray skirt, black high heels and white knee socks. On my vest, the school name is embroidered, Mugan High School, in a brilliant red, 17th century cursive.
After my highly nutritious breakfast (2 wild-berry pop-tarts and a glass of cherry Kool-Aid, mind you) I head out my door to school. Half-way there, I see one of my "smarter" friends, Ami. She is 14 and is rumored to have a 365 I.Q. And there she is, in the 8th grade, reading a 12th grade level math text book. 'Man, that girl has gotta get her nose out of those books!' I think to myself. I am in the 10th grade. Yeah, I know, kind of advanced for a 13 year old, but hey, besides my line of work, I have nothing better to do than study. (now... a word comes to my mind... I think it's , hypocritical!) I start to run up to Ami but stop in my tracks on the sidewalk as a Yellow BMW convertible pulls over next to me. I look at the driver and instantly recognize her as my good friend, Haruka. "Hey." She coolly says to me. Haruka, you should know a few things about her just so you don't get any ideas. Don't get me wrong here, she's very pretty, but she is a cross-dresser... and a lesbian. Her girlfriend is in the passenger seat. Her and I are friends too. The girl's name is Michiru. "Good morning." I reply.
"Hop in, Keruri!" As I get in, I put my seatbelt on and they drive me to school for the day. They drop me off at school and leave with a quick good bye, for they are afraid of this school... I don't know why. I walk in the double doors and greet my friend, Mimet. Half way through my school day, I sit at my round little table in the tearoom, drinking my hibiscus tea with my other friends, Amberu and Setsuna. The bell rings, signaling for us to go to our 6th period class, which for me is Algebra 2. Haruna-sensei was talking about alternate interior angles when the office called me down for an early dismissal. I have no clue why they would. No one has the authority to do so seeing as it my whole family except my dad is dead. I walk into the office to find two people dressed in Armani suits. They walk towards me and shake my hand. "Miss D, we are representatives for social services and we urgently need to speak with you." They said in unison. I nodded. The duo lead me to their car and on the way to wherever we were going they told me why they needed to "urgently" speak with me.
"Miss D, you are aware that your father is still alive, are you not?" "I am aware, is that why you have come here?" I asked calmly. "Yes, actually we think we have found him, but we need to do a blood test to make sure. That's why we took you out of school today." "Alright, but do you mind telling me why exactly my father is?" I really needed to know this so I know who I'm kicking the crap out of for leaving my mom and not being there for me the past 14 years. "Yes, his name is Krillin." I smiled at myself thinking about how I'm going to jack him up. We parked in the laboratory parking lot and went into the DNA room. (pardon me, I don't know if there really is a DNA room.) There were like 5 men there and I tried to figure out which one was my supposed father was, but I couldn't. So I shouted, "Hey! Which one of yous guys is Krillin!" A short bald man spoke up. "Yo! Over here! You must be Keruri!" He said as he shook my hand. "Yeah, I am." I smirked. "I really hope the tests prove you to be my father." He blushed and cackled. "Well, I'm flattered. he he, thanks." The doctor then came and took our blood. Krillin hesitated at first. I guess he doesn't like needles. I just looked at the needle that pierced through the skin of my upper arm. He looked at me in aw. After the doctor took our blood, he told us to sit in the waiting room and the tests will be done in about an hour.
So, Krillin and I are in the waiting room, sitting. 'la la la la la .' I thought to myself. We sat in silence. Then, about 10 minutes after we entered the room, a tall man came in. He had wild black hair and he was very muscular. He is a lot taller than I'll ever be, and he has black eyes to match his hair. "Hey, Krillin! Eighteen told me you would be here. Though she seemed really pissed and didn't tell me why you were here." He smiled sheepishly. "Hey, Goku! I'm here because social services said that they might have found a girl that was biologically related me. More specifically my daughter." Krillin sweat dropped and laughed stupidly. I thought to myself. 'Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus' Goku looked at me and tried hard to make the connection between Krillin and I... but I don't think he understands who I am exactly. I held out my hand for him to shake and said. "Hello, Goku-san. My name is Keruri, and I am the supposed daughter of Krillin. As of right now, the doctor is doing a DNA blood test to justify whether or not I am Krillin's daughter." I said to Goku as he harshly shook my hand.
He scratched his head and beamed at me. "Oh! I get it now! Nice to meet you. Ya know, I have two sons, you'll really like them! My eldest is Gohan, he's about 19. He is very smart and strong. But he focus's more on his studies though because of my wife, Chi Chi. She goes on and on about how Gohan should pay more attention to his studies than fight and spar with the rest of us. You'll like her though, she's really pretty and fun to be around. Actually, that why I married her! My youngest is Goten, he's about 15. He likes to socialize more than he does spar and study. He might hit on you though because your so pretty." I smiled and blushed. 'Man, he talks more than my friend, Usagi, does.' The doctor came in and said. "Well, I have good news. Keruri, you are indeed, Krillin's biological daughter." He proudly said and left the room. I looked strait at Krillin and did something he seriously didn't expected me to do. *WHAM!!* I punched him strait in the left eye. Then, another one on his right. Goku restrained me from going further. Krillin got up and said. "What the hell did you do that for?!?" I smirked. "That left black eye was for being a coward and leaving my mother when she was pregnant with me! And the right black eye was for not being with me the past 14 years I've been alive!" I said as silent tears ran down my cheeks. Goku let go of me and I fell to the floor crying. My sob didn't go unnoticed. Krillin wrapped me in the biggest hug I've ever had as Goku left the room for our privacy. Krillin kept whispering apologies in my ear as I cried on his shoulder. Then, my sight went black as I passed out.
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Author's note: Hey there, sorry for that cliff hanger AND the extra-super-mondo short chapter there. I don't know whether or not I should continue, so I leave it for you to decide! I want at least 5 GOOD reviews for me to continue. I know, it's very demanding, but hey, It takes a lot to convince me, no? So, if I get 5 GOOD reviews, I will continue on to the next chapter. Oh! I know it's not much of a SM/DBZ x-over, but... but... but... So, until the next story, Ja Ne!
-Lady Saturn
"Viva Family"
by: Lady Saturn
Rated: PG
Type: DBZ/SM crossover
Chapter: 1
... and on with the story. ^_^
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The year is 2001 A.D. My name is Keruri D. (pronounced as Key-or-ee) and I am 14 years of age. Ever since I was born, my mother had always told me that my biological father broke up with her during the pregnancy. She has been dead now for 5 years, at the cause of a drunken driver. So, I pretty much live alone here in my little apartment in Tokyo, Japan. I don't live off welfare, I have a well-paying job as a Japanese animator, and I'm working on an anime I created called "Lady Saturn." (... no pun intended) But one thing still sticks in my mind. I know my father is still alive. Social Services knows it too, and they're still trying to find him, because in their minds, I'm too young to live on my own. The thing that bothers me is why my father didn't want to be a part of a life that he himself had helped create.
I for one don't respect people like that, but then on the other hand, he is my father. So I suppose I should cut him some slack. Before me mother died, she had taught me about a lot of things such as, cooking, cleaning, responsibility, puberty, and bunches of other things. Now I use them to my advantage today. And considering the circumstances, they help me a lot. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!" There goes my alarm clock. I have it set for 5:30 a.m., Sunday through Friday for school. As I literally drag myself out of bed and to the shower, I remember... I forgot to turn off my alarm. I spin myself around, a little too fast for my liking, and stare at the alarm, trying to will it to turn off. But to my disapproval, it still sits there, beeping. I walk over to it and manually turn it off and head for the shower. About half an hour later, I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, in my school uniform. My uniform is a white dress shirt, a maroon tie, a gray vest with a maroon lining, a gray skirt, black high heels and white knee socks. On my vest, the school name is embroidered, Mugan High School, in a brilliant red, 17th century cursive.
After my highly nutritious breakfast (2 wild-berry pop-tarts and a glass of cherry Kool-Aid, mind you) I head out my door to school. Half-way there, I see one of my "smarter" friends, Ami. She is 14 and is rumored to have a 365 I.Q. And there she is, in the 8th grade, reading a 12th grade level math text book. 'Man, that girl has gotta get her nose out of those books!' I think to myself. I am in the 10th grade. Yeah, I know, kind of advanced for a 13 year old, but hey, besides my line of work, I have nothing better to do than study. (now... a word comes to my mind... I think it's , hypocritical!) I start to run up to Ami but stop in my tracks on the sidewalk as a Yellow BMW convertible pulls over next to me. I look at the driver and instantly recognize her as my good friend, Haruka. "Hey." She coolly says to me. Haruka, you should know a few things about her just so you don't get any ideas. Don't get me wrong here, she's very pretty, but she is a cross-dresser... and a lesbian. Her girlfriend is in the passenger seat. Her and I are friends too. The girl's name is Michiru. "Good morning." I reply.
"Hop in, Keruri!" As I get in, I put my seatbelt on and they drive me to school for the day. They drop me off at school and leave with a quick good bye, for they are afraid of this school... I don't know why. I walk in the double doors and greet my friend, Mimet. Half way through my school day, I sit at my round little table in the tearoom, drinking my hibiscus tea with my other friends, Amberu and Setsuna. The bell rings, signaling for us to go to our 6th period class, which for me is Algebra 2. Haruna-sensei was talking about alternate interior angles when the office called me down for an early dismissal. I have no clue why they would. No one has the authority to do so seeing as it my whole family except my dad is dead. I walk into the office to find two people dressed in Armani suits. They walk towards me and shake my hand. "Miss D, we are representatives for social services and we urgently need to speak with you." They said in unison. I nodded. The duo lead me to their car and on the way to wherever we were going they told me why they needed to "urgently" speak with me.
"Miss D, you are aware that your father is still alive, are you not?" "I am aware, is that why you have come here?" I asked calmly. "Yes, actually we think we have found him, but we need to do a blood test to make sure. That's why we took you out of school today." "Alright, but do you mind telling me why exactly my father is?" I really needed to know this so I know who I'm kicking the crap out of for leaving my mom and not being there for me the past 14 years. "Yes, his name is Krillin." I smiled at myself thinking about how I'm going to jack him up. We parked in the laboratory parking lot and went into the DNA room. (pardon me, I don't know if there really is a DNA room.) There were like 5 men there and I tried to figure out which one was my supposed father was, but I couldn't. So I shouted, "Hey! Which one of yous guys is Krillin!" A short bald man spoke up. "Yo! Over here! You must be Keruri!" He said as he shook my hand. "Yeah, I am." I smirked. "I really hope the tests prove you to be my father." He blushed and cackled. "Well, I'm flattered. he he, thanks." The doctor then came and took our blood. Krillin hesitated at first. I guess he doesn't like needles. I just looked at the needle that pierced through the skin of my upper arm. He looked at me in aw. After the doctor took our blood, he told us to sit in the waiting room and the tests will be done in about an hour.
So, Krillin and I are in the waiting room, sitting. 'la la la la la .' I thought to myself. We sat in silence. Then, about 10 minutes after we entered the room, a tall man came in. He had wild black hair and he was very muscular. He is a lot taller than I'll ever be, and he has black eyes to match his hair. "Hey, Krillin! Eighteen told me you would be here. Though she seemed really pissed and didn't tell me why you were here." He smiled sheepishly. "Hey, Goku! I'm here because social services said that they might have found a girl that was biologically related me. More specifically my daughter." Krillin sweat dropped and laughed stupidly. I thought to myself. 'Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus' Goku looked at me and tried hard to make the connection between Krillin and I... but I don't think he understands who I am exactly. I held out my hand for him to shake and said. "Hello, Goku-san. My name is Keruri, and I am the supposed daughter of Krillin. As of right now, the doctor is doing a DNA blood test to justify whether or not I am Krillin's daughter." I said to Goku as he harshly shook my hand.
He scratched his head and beamed at me. "Oh! I get it now! Nice to meet you. Ya know, I have two sons, you'll really like them! My eldest is Gohan, he's about 19. He is very smart and strong. But he focus's more on his studies though because of my wife, Chi Chi. She goes on and on about how Gohan should pay more attention to his studies than fight and spar with the rest of us. You'll like her though, she's really pretty and fun to be around. Actually, that why I married her! My youngest is Goten, he's about 15. He likes to socialize more than he does spar and study. He might hit on you though because your so pretty." I smiled and blushed. 'Man, he talks more than my friend, Usagi, does.' The doctor came in and said. "Well, I have good news. Keruri, you are indeed, Krillin's biological daughter." He proudly said and left the room. I looked strait at Krillin and did something he seriously didn't expected me to do. *WHAM!!* I punched him strait in the left eye. Then, another one on his right. Goku restrained me from going further. Krillin got up and said. "What the hell did you do that for?!?" I smirked. "That left black eye was for being a coward and leaving my mother when she was pregnant with me! And the right black eye was for not being with me the past 14 years I've been alive!" I said as silent tears ran down my cheeks. Goku let go of me and I fell to the floor crying. My sob didn't go unnoticed. Krillin wrapped me in the biggest hug I've ever had as Goku left the room for our privacy. Krillin kept whispering apologies in my ear as I cried on his shoulder. Then, my sight went black as I passed out.
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Author's note: Hey there, sorry for that cliff hanger AND the extra-super-mondo short chapter there. I don't know whether or not I should continue, so I leave it for you to decide! I want at least 5 GOOD reviews for me to continue. I know, it's very demanding, but hey, It takes a lot to convince me, no? So, if I get 5 GOOD reviews, I will continue on to the next chapter. Oh! I know it's not much of a SM/DBZ x-over, but... but... but... So, until the next story, Ja Ne!
-Lady Saturn