Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball z or any of its characters. I do own Jessica Miller. It is not me so don't think that this is a self-insert fic cause it's not.
Notes:
(...)=Author's notes
"..."=Speaking aloud
*...*=Message in IM (instant message)
'...'=Thinking
It started out as a normal day in the life of Jessica Lynn Miller. She had gotten up, gone to school, come home, done her homework, and then she got online. All in all a pretty normal day for the sixteen-year-old New York City native. She was a pretty ordinary person. She had long, straight auburn hair, and green eyes. She was curvy in all the right places, but her sense of fashion kept everyone from noticing that. She herself thought that she was fat and ugly. Her male friends would beg to differ on that one. She was of a normal height (5ft7inchs.) and weight. (Not polite to reveal woman's weight) She could be drop dead gorgeous if she just dressed better. She was always seen in her Dragonball z t-shirts and overalls. She always kept her hair in a braid. Not many people could see her expressive emerald green eyes from behind her think black glasses, which she wore even though she didn't need to.
Typing in her password she signed onto her screen name, sayanmiko16, and went in a chat room. Now Jessica, or Jeri as her friends called her, was a huge anime fan, but her favorite anime was Dragonball z. She had all the episodes on tape, and watched them when the show was a rerun she didn't like. As soon as she had entered the chat room someone named theprinceofallsayans sent her an instant message.
It said, *Who are you? *
She cocked her head to the side then typed, *Real life or r/p? *
The person was silent for a few moments then replied with, *R/p? * (He doesn't know what r/p stands for.)
*I'm Jeri the sayan priestess. *
Another pause. *I thought all my kind were dead. *
Jessica made a face at the screen then typed, *Who are you*
'Man this guy must really be deep into his role playing.' She thought as she waited for his response.
Her computer dinged telling her he had answered her. It said, *I'm Vegeta. *
She made another face at the computer then, *Nice to meet you. *
*Are you really a sayan? *
She rolled her eyes at the computer then typed, *Hai, I'm an elite member of the sayan race. * (AN: She thinks he's role-playing so she is too.)
*A female elite?!*
*Yeah so? *
Another pause.
*Where are you? *
*Home. * (AN: Smart allec.)
*I'm in Japan. *
Jessica stared at the computer then thought, 'Damn he lives far away.'
Then she typed, *I live in America. * 'I can at least tell him what country I'm in. It's not like he can come here and abduct me or anything.'
*Can we meet? *
Jessica fell out of her chair and onto the floor. 'What!'
*Forward aren't you? *
*Not really. *
*How old are you, Vegeta? *
*.... *
*Well. *
*I think I'm twenty-seven by earthling terms. You? *
*Sixteen. *
*You're a lot younger than I thought. How did you get to this planet and how come I've never sensed you before? *
'He really thinks he's Prince Vegeta of the sayans. Oh well.' She thought, snickering.
*I was sent after the boy, Kakorot to purge the planet, but crashed here instead. You couldn't sense me because I hid from you.*
Then there was another long pause.
*Can we meet? *
She looked at the computer then said to her self; "Again we come to this question. Why would someone in Japan want to meet a kid in America? He doesn't sound like a stalker, but then again I wouldn't know if he were."
She rolled her eyes then typed, *Sure, when. *
He took a minute then typed, *Tonight if possible. I just want to see you. So.... My country or yours? *
She thought about it a second then typed, *Mine if you can manage. *
'Seeing as how I can't fly... Humor him and maybe he'll leave you alone. Kinda sounds like he's lonesome.'
He typed, *Where should we meet? And when? *
She leaned back in her chair, then forward, then typed, *Meet me in Central Park in an hour if you still want to meet. *
He paused then typed, *Very well. If you don't show I swear, by Kami, I'll track you down and send you to the next dimension. *
She smirked then typed, *Yeah, right. As if you could even find me. *
He put up the angry smiley then typed, *Is that a challenge, onna? *
She stretched in her chair then typed, *Take it how you want. *
She could tell he was extremely pissed off when he typed, *You'd better be able to back up your smart mouth with power, onna. Prove to me you're worthy of your stature. *
She started laughing as she typed, *No way am I gunna fight you. *
*Why, scared? *
*No. One, you're a super sayan, and two you'll blow up my home. *
There was an extremely long pause then he typed, *How did you know that? I just reached that level the day before yesterday. *
She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Dork. Anyone who's seen the show knows that. He claims to live in Japan, but if he doesn't know about the show then he's probably lying. '
She realized she must have been silent for a long time because he typed, *Are you still there? *
She typed a simple, *Hai. *
*Are we still going to meet? *
*Hai. *
*Good. Ja. *
*Ja ne. *
Then she signed off.
Walking over to her closet she changed her clothes to blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, grabbed a jacket and some pepper spray, and left the house. Hey this was New York after all and you can never be too safe when going out. Besides, her mother is a safety freak.
Do you guys think I should continue this fic?
Yes?
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Read and Review and tell me whatcha think.
Notes:
(...)=Author's notes
"..."=Speaking aloud
*...*=Message in IM (instant message)
'...'=Thinking
It started out as a normal day in the life of Jessica Lynn Miller. She had gotten up, gone to school, come home, done her homework, and then she got online. All in all a pretty normal day for the sixteen-year-old New York City native. She was a pretty ordinary person. She had long, straight auburn hair, and green eyes. She was curvy in all the right places, but her sense of fashion kept everyone from noticing that. She herself thought that she was fat and ugly. Her male friends would beg to differ on that one. She was of a normal height (5ft7inchs.) and weight. (Not polite to reveal woman's weight) She could be drop dead gorgeous if she just dressed better. She was always seen in her Dragonball z t-shirts and overalls. She always kept her hair in a braid. Not many people could see her expressive emerald green eyes from behind her think black glasses, which she wore even though she didn't need to.
Typing in her password she signed onto her screen name, sayanmiko16, and went in a chat room. Now Jessica, or Jeri as her friends called her, was a huge anime fan, but her favorite anime was Dragonball z. She had all the episodes on tape, and watched them when the show was a rerun she didn't like. As soon as she had entered the chat room someone named theprinceofallsayans sent her an instant message.
It said, *Who are you? *
She cocked her head to the side then typed, *Real life or r/p? *
The person was silent for a few moments then replied with, *R/p? * (He doesn't know what r/p stands for.)
*I'm Jeri the sayan priestess. *
Another pause. *I thought all my kind were dead. *
Jessica made a face at the screen then typed, *Who are you*
'Man this guy must really be deep into his role playing.' She thought as she waited for his response.
Her computer dinged telling her he had answered her. It said, *I'm Vegeta. *
She made another face at the computer then, *Nice to meet you. *
*Are you really a sayan? *
She rolled her eyes at the computer then typed, *Hai, I'm an elite member of the sayan race. * (AN: She thinks he's role-playing so she is too.)
*A female elite?!*
*Yeah so? *
Another pause.
*Where are you? *
*Home. * (AN: Smart allec.)
*I'm in Japan. *
Jessica stared at the computer then thought, 'Damn he lives far away.'
Then she typed, *I live in America. * 'I can at least tell him what country I'm in. It's not like he can come here and abduct me or anything.'
*Can we meet? *
Jessica fell out of her chair and onto the floor. 'What!'
*Forward aren't you? *
*Not really. *
*How old are you, Vegeta? *
*.... *
*Well. *
*I think I'm twenty-seven by earthling terms. You? *
*Sixteen. *
*You're a lot younger than I thought. How did you get to this planet and how come I've never sensed you before? *
'He really thinks he's Prince Vegeta of the sayans. Oh well.' She thought, snickering.
*I was sent after the boy, Kakorot to purge the planet, but crashed here instead. You couldn't sense me because I hid from you.*
Then there was another long pause.
*Can we meet? *
She looked at the computer then said to her self; "Again we come to this question. Why would someone in Japan want to meet a kid in America? He doesn't sound like a stalker, but then again I wouldn't know if he were."
She rolled her eyes then typed, *Sure, when. *
He took a minute then typed, *Tonight if possible. I just want to see you. So.... My country or yours? *
She thought about it a second then typed, *Mine if you can manage. *
'Seeing as how I can't fly... Humor him and maybe he'll leave you alone. Kinda sounds like he's lonesome.'
He typed, *Where should we meet? And when? *
She leaned back in her chair, then forward, then typed, *Meet me in Central Park in an hour if you still want to meet. *
He paused then typed, *Very well. If you don't show I swear, by Kami, I'll track you down and send you to the next dimension. *
She smirked then typed, *Yeah, right. As if you could even find me. *
He put up the angry smiley then typed, *Is that a challenge, onna? *
She stretched in her chair then typed, *Take it how you want. *
She could tell he was extremely pissed off when he typed, *You'd better be able to back up your smart mouth with power, onna. Prove to me you're worthy of your stature. *
She started laughing as she typed, *No way am I gunna fight you. *
*Why, scared? *
*No. One, you're a super sayan, and two you'll blow up my home. *
There was an extremely long pause then he typed, *How did you know that? I just reached that level the day before yesterday. *
She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Dork. Anyone who's seen the show knows that. He claims to live in Japan, but if he doesn't know about the show then he's probably lying. '
She realized she must have been silent for a long time because he typed, *Are you still there? *
She typed a simple, *Hai. *
*Are we still going to meet? *
*Hai. *
*Good. Ja. *
*Ja ne. *
Then she signed off.
Walking over to her closet she changed her clothes to blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, grabbed a jacket and some pepper spray, and left the house. Hey this was New York after all and you can never be too safe when going out. Besides, her mother is a safety freak.
Do you guys think I should continue this fic?
Yes?
No?
Read and Review and tell me whatcha think.