Dragonball: Unforgotten

Chapter 1

A/n: most reader inserts do not give the reader names. However my style is written in the second perspective - the "you" view. I will give my characters names and basic backgrounds. It's almost impossible to build a story without assuming some history and a personality. However, because of the nature of aninsert I will try not to make the name a big focus so that it doesn't throw you off.

Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter One

Life was a funny, fickle thing. People go about it almost carelessly. Most never consider what they would do when there might not be a tomorrow, at least not until it was already too late. You weren't any different. You had lived your life pretty carelessly considering the fact that you never considered that it would end before you were ready for it to. Like death was something you invited over once you got old enough and were kind of bored or something.

That preconception was shook off its rocker when you found out that you were going to die. That's right; age seventeen, looking forward to graduating and being an adult, and you were already facing down death. And you had only found that out because you had passed out during PE one day. None of the doctors had any idea what precisely was wrong with you. But they all seemed to agree on one thing - you were dying. Apparently your body was doing everything too well; digesting food and turning it into energy, healing, replicating cells, cleaning out bad cells, the whole shabang. Normally that would have been an excellent thing...but it wasn't stable. You were a human with biological processes that were so advanced it was killing you. You were a shooting star - brilliant to behold but you were really falling and burning your life up.

What made it worse was the fact that you couldn't help but wonder if you would have survived if the Red Ribbon army was still in power...they were terrible, yes, but they had accomplished great things. Unfortunately they'd collapsed. And you were left in a world that had to recover in its wake. Which meant that there really wasn't anything you could do but wait to die.

Not that you waited around the house. Oh no. You made each day count as best you could. Your family moved to a village that was closer to a main city so that you could experience everything you wanted. And every day you'd try something new or do something fun. Or at least you tried to. It might have been selfish but the fact that your parents had cashed in their savings while continuing to work didn't bother you too much. The doctors only gave you a year to live and you wanted to at least enjoy it. You wanted to go out with no regrets.

Which was exactly how you got into the situation you were in.

You were walking down the street when you saw a rather strange young man. His hair was spiked up so strangely, almost as though he got hit by a strange lightning bolt or something. And the clothes he wore really made him look like he'd rolled out of bed and just walked outside after putting on some sort of boot. Coupled with his extremely dazed look as he tried to stare up at the exceedingly fancy high rise building, you had to wonder if he was alright. Like all mentally there.

You didn't know it at that point but that crazy man would end up changing your life forever.

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There really wasn't a reason why you had decided to visit the handmade clothing store around the corner. It wasn't like you were ever going to need high quality clothes or anything like that. You really didn't have a place to wear that intricate low-neck tunic style shirt that you bought. And it actually made you a bit uncomfortable considering the plunge neckline showed off a lot of cleavage. But when you saw it in the window out of the corner of your eye, you wanted it. And that's how you had been living these last two months so you kept with that theme.