The Female Warrior

Chapter 1 - Lost With Nowhere to Go

(y/n) - Your name

italics - thoughts

'italics' - dreams

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I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL; ALL characters and scenes belong to their respective owners, Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation. I only own the scenes and people not correlated into the canon series.

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(y/n)'s pov

Trudging into the house, I kick off my wet shoes by the door before waddling towards the staircase. Attempting to climb the stairs without being caught, I turn the corner to find my mom standing there. "Where have you been missy?" She scolds. I avert my gaze to the floor and dig the toe of my shoe into the ground. "I'm sorry mommy, I was playing in the rain outside." Her eyes soften a bit. "You should have at least brought a towel so you didn't track mud all over the house." I give her a sheepish smile. "Sorry mama"

She sighs before turning towards the bathroom. Waving her hand at me she starts walking. "I don't want you standing there any longer, you're gonna catch a cold!"

I grin before rushing up the stairs, my slick socks making it hard to get traction. I follow my mom into the bathroom before she sits down on the counter, patiently waiting for me to strip. Once I strip down, she nods in approval before turning on the water. It soon warms up and a steaming bath turns the sink mirror foggy.

"Get in the tub (y/n), it's hard to get clean when you aren't actually in the tub." Giggling, I nod before swinging my legs in. She watches as I clean myself, not wanting more mud to get tracked into her house than there already was.

My mom begins humming a song called , and I soon join in with her humming. I pour the shampoo into my hair, giggling as my wet hair sticks to my face. After that, I move onto my body soap, sighing with pleasure as I feel the day's troubles wash away with the endless stream of bubbles. My mother moves forward to help me with my back before chuckling to herself.

"I guess you don't need help with that huh?" She says. I grin at her before puffing my chest out. "Nope! Because I'm 8 so that means I'm a big girl!"

I take the soap and pour it on a washrag, then grab it with my tail. Starting carefully so the soapy cloth didn't fall out, I rubbed my back gingerly, careful to avoid the deeper cuts. My mom sighs. "I know you're stronger than most (y/n), but that doesn't mean you need to beat yourself up every day."

I give her my famous puppy dog eyes. "I know mama, but you should have seen the poor bird! It was stuck in the tree trying to get to its mama but there was a net wrapped around his wings. I got him out but accidentally fell down..." I give her a sheepish smile and she slowly returns it a couple seconds later. "You're a good kid (y/n)" I smile at her. "Just want to make you proud mama!"

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I yawned as I walked down the stairs, peering into the kitchen. I see my mother and father conversing quietly, most likely hoping they wouldn't wake me or my sister up. "I don't know what to do Catherine, the money is running low and we still have bills to pay." My father runs a hand through his grimy hair. "I think I need to start working more hours."

My mother stands abruptly. "You can't David! You're already working 3 jobs, and your daughters miss you more than the world! Working any more would put you on the clock for almost 24 hours. The human body needs its rest hun and if you work more it won't get that rest."

My father looks towards the ground lost in thought. "I feel bad letting the girls down. I want them to have gifts like I did for Christmas growing up." My mother takes my father's hands in her own. "We will find a way David, I promise." The two sit in silence, each one alone with their thoughts, but not alone with each other.