Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Warning ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: I had a really bad day and this is what came out of it. Tell me what you think. Remember I don’t own it!


Blindly, she wandered down the street, staring blankly ahead. Her face held glossy, unfocused eyes, and a smile that was more malicious than pleasant. As people on the sidewalk passed her, they did a double take, staring back at the filthy girl. Her stringy blonde hair peeked out from underneath her gray hooded sweatshirt and her clothes and face were smudged with dirt.
She, however, didn’t notice any of the people that passed her, continuing forward and never pausing. A kind woman came forward, pacing her, to ask if she was all right, but she continued, undaunted. But then something strange happened, as she crossed a busy intersection, she stopped. After the traffic lights had turned green, car horns started wailing and people screamed out their windows for her to move.
The car closest to her started inching forward, threatening to hit her. She turned toward the car and the horns stopped; everyone wondering what she was doing. The silence was dashed as the blonde haired girl opened her mouth and screamed.
The emergency medical team later confirmed that the first call had come in at 10:24 that morning; the EMT’s had arrived minutes later. The girl was found in a catatonic state lying in the middle of the intersection and had been taken to Satan City General Hospital. With no identification on her, the girl was admitted under Jane Doe 257. After her examination, the doctors confirmed that there was nothing physically wrong with the girl and she was sent to the mental health wing of the hospital.
He turned the TV on, hoping to catch the end of the news. The screen flickered to life and a picture of the blonde girl appeared on the screen. He almost turned it, thinking he had the wrong station, but he stopped, staring at the blonde.
“Anyone having any information on this individual is urged to call the Satan City Police Station.” The picture was taken away and the newscaster was left on the screen.
He tossed the remote aside and ran to his mother’s lab. The beautiful, blue haired scientist was seated at her desk, tinkering with some unknown experiment.
“Mom?” he said quietly, not wanting to startle her.
“Yes, Trunks?” she answered, turning to him.
“It’s Marron; her picture was on the news. I don’t know what happened but it said if we know her, we’re to call the Satan City Police.” Bulma quickly sprang into action, grabbing the phone and dialing information to get the number. She was promptly patched through to the police and she waited a few agonizing moments for them to pick up.
“Satan City Police.” The voice on the other end of the phone said.
“I’m calling in regard to the picture of the girl on the news.”
“Oh, please hold.” Bulma was not kept waiting long this time.
“This is Detective Reynolds; the secretary said you have some info on our Jane Doe?” He said, not wasting time.
“Yes, Detective; my name is Bulma Brief and she’s a family friend. Her name is Marron. Now, please tell me what happened to her. Is she ok?”
“Physically yes, she’s just fine. Do you know who her next of kin is, so I can contact them and discuss this in more detail?”
“She has no next of kin, Detective, but I will be there first thing in the morning. Where is she?”
“She’s at Satan City Hospital. I’ll call the doctor and tell him you be there around eleven o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Time past painfully slow that night and as Bulma fell asleep, her alarm rang through the dark bedroom. Her husband batted the clock until it turned off, grunting complaints. She was quickly dressed and went down to the kitchen to grab a bite before her long flight to Satan City. To her surprise, her lavender haired son was awake and dressed, making breakfast for both of them.
“Trunks, honey, what are you doing up?”
“I’m going with you, mom. I have to make sure she’s ok.” He answered simply. They ate and boarded the plane.
She moved through the halls aimlessly, making people move out of her way as they passed her. She wandered into the main room where everyone was watching TV. Passing by the couches, she came to stand in front of the TV, looking out at everyone seated around it. A nurse moved to her side and gently took her arm to lead her away but she held her ground. The girl’s lips curled into a malevolent smile and she let loose a high pitched wail at the nurse. As more nurses ran to help, a voice cut through the scream.
“Marron!” The girls screams ceased as Bulma walked forward with her arms outstretched.
“10:24, mark the time of the incident down.” A nurse said to another after looking at her watch. As Bulma moved forward to hug her, she stopped. Marron wasn’t looking at her; she was looking behind her, at her son. Her lips slid into the wicked smile once more as she walked toward him, her arms outstretched. When Marron was within arm’s reach, she balled her small fists into Trunks’ shirt and pulled him closer.
“Hwy yw yn d. Ddeud pawb. Ddeg hugain bedwar. Hwy yw yn d.” She repeated herself over and over, getting louder each time. Trunks wrapped his arms around her delicate form and looked at his mother.
“You need to call dad and get him over here now.” He said quietly to his mother.
“Why? What’s she saying? What’s going on?” Bulma asked.
“I don’t know how but she’s speaking Saiyan.” Marron had been sedated and was now resting quietly in her room while Bulma and Trunks sat in the office of her doctor.
“At 10:24 yesterday morning, Marron was found in downtown Satan City in a catatonic state. According to the police reports, she had started screaming while blocking traffic. Physically she’s fine but mentally there’s something wrong. We’ve ran a few tests but so far we have no indication as to why this happened.” The doctor explained.
“Her father passed away last month. She’s been taking it very hard.” Bulma offered.
“What about her mother?” the doctor asked.
“We don’t know where her mother is. She disappeared after Marron’s father died.” The doctor nodded idly, making a note in the folder. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by a loud noise outside the door.
“Please, sir, can I have your name for the sign in sheet?! We like to keep track of who goes in and out!” The door of the office opened with a bang as it hit the wall behind it and Vegeta stormed in, not looking very happy.
“Sir, please!” the nurse hollered.
“Sheila, that will be enough, please.” The nurse nodded and walked away.
“Where is she?” Vegeta asked gruffly from the doorway.
“She’s been sedated, dad. She won’t wake up for awhile.” Trunks answered.
“Well, what did she say?” he asked impatiently. Trunks repeated the words he himself did not understand and a shadow crossed over his face. “When can we take her home?” Vegeta asked the doctor.
“I can’t let you take her just yet. There are more tests we need to do.” A sly smile crossed over Bulma’s face.
“Oh you will let me take her now. Don’t you know who I am?” she asked innocently. As quickly as the paperwork could be processed, the four of them left the hospital.
“Dad, what did she say?” Trunks asked, once the plane had taken off. He huffed and took a deep breath.
“She said, ‘They are coming. Tell everyone. Ten twenty four, tell everyone.’” Marron’s eyes fluttered open and she sat straight up, looking at the prince.
“Hwy yw yn d ata chwi, Bendefig Vegeta.” She said before closing her eyes and falling back onto the pillows. Trunks sent a questioning look at his father before looking back down at Marron.
“She said, ‘They are coming for you, Prince Vegeta.’” After translating, Vegeta stood and popped the side hatch open. He flew off without another word.