Author's Note: Okay, this is my first try at writing a DBZ fan fic so don't expect it to be the greatest thing ever written. It has been a while since I've seen the beginning episodes so don't expect every thing to be exactly like the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters, I'm just writing this for fun. Now that all of that boring stuffs out of the way on to the story!
Dragon Ball Z: Astral
Chapter One: Training Camp Begins!
Darkness, and in the darkness could be heard two voices.
"Autumn, give me back my book!"
"Got to catch me first, Angel!"
Rapid footsteps could be heard. "I've got you now, brat!"
"Not until you give me my book back!"
"Here, it's a stupid book anyway."
The sound of a speeding car is heard. "Oh, God, it's a car! Run, Autumn!"
"I'm too scared!"
The screeching brakes let out a horrendous sound and the horn blares. Then there is nothing.
Where am I? "Angel"
Angel, is that who I am? "Help him."
Who? Help whom? I don't understand. "Fight, Astra Saiyan."
Fight? Fight whom? I still don't understand…
The first thing she realized was just how cold she was, cold and wet. Angel Lockheart slowly opened her eyes. What happened? I remember chasing Autumn in front of that speeding car. Autumn! She looked around searchingly. She was on a beach. How did I get here? Why does everything look so strange? Everything was the right color; the water blue, the sand well sand colored, the grass green, the sky blue. Wait that's it! Everything is exactly what they're supposed to be…in a cartoon. As she looked at her hands Angel saw they were the same way. Pale peach with lines very distinctive from the scenery. Even her nails were perfect, not uneven and dirty. If she had a mirror Angel would have seen her hair was white with a starburst of purple reaching down to the bottom of the knee long hair and her eyes were anime like purple. She was dressed in her wet blue jeans and white sleeveless shirt.
Spotting a familiar curly blond hair little girl dressed in white jeans and a pink shirt lying not far from her Angel slowly started to walk. All of a sudden she lost her balance and fell down. "Oww," she said out loud. Spotting something out of the corner of her eye Angel turned her head. She came face to face with a white furred tail, her white furred tail. Since when do I have a tail! She pinched herself to assure she was awake and received pain for her trouble. "Well, it's not a dream," she told herself.
After practicing to balance with her newly acquired tail Angel was able to walk as well as she ever could. Finally, she made it to the sleeping Autumn. Angel shook her sister gently. "Five more minutes," mumbled Autumn.
"Get up!" yelled Angel.
"Oh all right!" grumbled Autumn, sitting up. She rubbed the sleepiness from her blue eyes. It was then that the little girl finally became aware of her surroundings. "Hey this isn't our home!"
Angel rolled her eyes. "Believe me that's the least of our problems."
Tilting her head, Autumn asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, just look at me!" Angel said, "I'm animated and I have a tail!"
Autumn blinked as if she was just noticing it. "Whoa, since when do you have a tail?" she asked.
Angel fell to the ground in disbelief at the ditzy remark. "Why did you fall down, Angel?" Autumn asked her sister.
Righting herself, Angel said, "Never mind that, we have to find out where we are."
Autumn nodded. "I think we should follow that road over there," she said, pointing away from the beach.
"Okay then, let's go," said Angel, as she started walking.
Eventually the road came to end, so the sisters continued walking on a path that went through a forest. They had been walking for what seemed like hours. Autumn was covered in sweat and clearly exhausted. She voiced her condition quite loudly to the perfectly refreshed Angel. "How can you not be tired after all this walking?" she asked.
Shrugging, Angel said, "I don't know. I'm just not."
It was another ten minutes when Angel said, "I think I seem someone up ahead."
Almost in sync the sisters started sprint after the figure. Angel could see that it was a boy with wild black hair, about Autumn's age, wearing an orange outfit. "I…think…I… recognize… him," said Autumn, panting in her exhaustion, "that's… Gohan… from… Dragonball Z."
"So we're in the Dragonball world then," concluded Angel.
Gohan was almost home when he noticed the two girls running behind him as the smallest called out, "Wait up!"
Not sensing any danger he stopped and waited for them to come. The taller of the two reached him first. At first she appeared to be an ordinary teenager, granted a very attractive and beautiful teenager, but still normal. The he noticed the white fur tail wrapped around her waist. Another saiyan! Filled with fear, the half-saiyan boy backed a step. The pearl-haired saiyan girl noticed this movement for she said in a gentle voice, "I not going to hurt you."
Not knowing why, Gohan believed her. "I'm Angel and this is my sister Autumn," she told him.
The manners his mother Chichi had pounded into him during his younger years came out as he introduced himself; "I'm Gohan Son."
The saiyan girl, Angel, gave him a soft smile that did not appear at all threatening. "I know," she said, softly, before, she began explaining to him who she was.
Gohan listened in astonishment as he heard of a place where dinosaurs were extinct, there were no capsules, and he and everyone else were just a show. "So I don't exist?" he asked horrified.
"You look pretty real to me," spoke up Autumn, as she caught up with her sister.
He blushed at her comment. Scratching the back of her head in a way that reminded Gohan of his father, Goku, Angel said, "Well, I guess this is just a parallel word that resembles the show, or something like that." She gave an awkward laugh that once again reminded him of Goku whenever he was being reprimanded by Chichi.
Suddenly an idea struck the young boy. If daddy is so powerful because he's saiyan then maybe this girl could be powerful to if she was trained. "If that's so then it means the future isn't necessarily set right?"
"Then maybe you could help."
She gave him a confused look. "Help, help with what?"
"The saiyans. Look if that tail you have means your saiyan then you should be a powerful fighter if you get trained right? So why don't you train with me and help defend the planet. I'm sure Piccolo wouldn't mind training you if you would help."
A thoughtful look came on her face, "Maybe…" Winking and smiling at she said, "Why the hell not?"
"Hey what about me?" protested Autumn.
"There is no way I'm going to let you fight," Angel said right away.
"Why not?" the little human girl whined.
"Because you're human," spoke up Gohan.
"What's that got to do with anything?"
Standing in front of her sister, the saiyan said, "Autumn, even though we both look animated and I've become a saiyan, you have not." Taking her sister hand with her own, she continued, "You're still a girl, a human girl with no special power. You could get hurt."
Autumn bit her lip while she thought about what her sister had said. "I guess you're right, but I don't want to be left out."
Smiling, Angel said, "I'll find some way for you to help out."
Well now that I've got her thinking rationally, what to do with her? I need some place safe to leave her, but where? The first place to come to mind was to leave Autumn with Gohan's mother. But then Chichi would not allow Gohan to be trained. Where else? A blue-haired woman popped into Angel's head. Bulma! That's it, Autumn can stay with the Briefs.
"Gohan," called Angel, bringing the black-haired boy's attention back to her. "Do you think maybe she could stay at with Bulma?"
He paused for a moment to think before he answered. "I don't see why not, the question is how will we get there?"
"Leave that to me," spoke up a menacing voice suddenly.
"Mr. Piccolo!" cried out Gohan.
Angel gasped as she caught sight of the floating green namek. Wow, he's even more intimidating in real life. "You heard everything we said?" she asked.
Giving her a small smirk, he said, "These ears aren't just for looks you know."
What an asshole! Man, if I said some thing like that to my mother she'd have slapped me silly. She snorted in response, giving a holier than thou like stance. "No shit, Sherlock," she muttered.
He chuckled a little, "A smart-ass, huh?"
"What!" Angel screeched. She shook her fist at him and shouted, "You come down here and say that!"
"I don't think so," he said, sounding not the least bit fazed. "I didn't come here to fight with you, just train to fight others. So are you going to cooperate or not?" he asked.
Shrugging down what had apparently been her new saiyan temper, she said, "Whatever."
It didn't take long to get to the Capsule Corporation once Gohan and Angel were taught to fly. Gohan took to flying like a bird, Angel was more difficult. "You better not drop me!" she screamed into Piccolo's sensitive ears.
He winced a little. "Shut up, girl, this is the only way you'll learn," he said roughly.
This high up in the air, Angel's fear had over taken her. "Put me down!" she cried out in fright.
"What ever you say," he told her, before releasing her shaking form.
She started to scream as she began to fall. Oh my God, I'm going to die! "I'm not going to catch you, so you better stop yourself," came Piccolo's voice.
Stop myself? How? An epiphany hit her as instinct took over and she stopped falling. I'm flying! It's so easy! She laughed a little at how big of a deal she had made out of such a simple thing.
"Of course, we'll take her," said Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mother.
The blond-haired woman had immediately taken a liking to the little girl as her motherly instincts reacted to the girl's apparent despair. "Thank you for looking after my sister," said Angel politely.
"It's no problem," spoke up Bulma.
Giving Autumn a hug, Angel said, "Take care."
"You too," sniffled Autumn.
Angel waved as she joined Gohan and Piccolo in the air, before they left to train.
"What a sweet girl she was!" exclaimed Mrs. Briefs.