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Five races and all five with the abilities to fight. When they meet and come put the fragments they have together, it'll be more than just the adventure of a lifetime. I only own OCs used in this story. Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball Super belong to Funimation, Toei Animation, Fugi TV, and Akira Toriyama. Please support the official release.

2022

Jaslie is seemingly an ordinary girl with an ordinary life, but it's not so ordinary anymore when the anime she loves becomes her life, literally. She is transported into the known world of Dragon Ball Z, where Goku and all of his friends exist, and she must face villains she never thought she would face and go through internal struggles she never thought would get stronger. She risked a lot to be part of this world but will this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity become her downfall or bring an uprising to a hero she never thought she would be? Comments are always greatly appreciated (⌒▽⌒)☆ P.S: later on in the story, there are mentions and scenes of harassment (sexual included) and the aftermath of having to go through it, manipulation, bad words, and depression and the demons that come with it. ↳ if you do not like reading stories with these scenes or mentions, then maybe this isn't the right Dragon Ball Z story for you. I apologize. You may either skip those parts when they come, stop reading this story, or read what you can if you feel like you can read it through. Whatever is best for you. Thank you for your immense support!! Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Super, Dragon Ball GT, or anything that has been created or supported by Akira Toriyama. He owns everything and his creation of Goku and his friends, and obviously enemies, lead to the creation of this story. I just own this story and my characters/OCs.

Everyone says destroy what destroys you, right? But what if, the thing destroying you was yourself? Meet Sakura Haruno, abused by her father ever since her mother ran out. After suffering in silence for too long she decides to take action, maybe not in the best way.

Jupiter Monroe Towson never thought herself as some sort of sage. She has always seen herself as an average American teenage girl: stressed, depressed, and hangry. Everyone around her seems to think differently; however. The beginning of Jupiter's demise began during her 8th grade 'graduation' speech that she was forced to give. After that moment nobody ever treated her as just an average girl. She became known as the "therapist" from that point on, the person everyone would go to when they are stressed over college applications or if they are having problems with their boyfriend. Jupiter had problems of her own, but nobody cared to hear them.

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"She acts like nothing can touch her; like the sky's the limit; she's able to touch the stars." He shrugged, "Maybe to her they are; maybe to her it's a possibility, man." I shook my head, "If that were true, why does she snap?" He thought for a moment and filled his cheeks with air before blowing it out. "She's moody," he shrugged it off. "She's intriguing," I said. "She's just another one of those girls that's all emotion and thinks she is so different and endlessly un-understandable." "Exactly," I replied. He raised a brow. "And I want to know what there is to the un-understandableness." "I don't think that's such a great idea." I grinned widely, "On the contrary; I have never had such a brilliant thought as this in my life." William Martin has an undeniable interest in Eleanor Trip. Eleanor Trip has an undeniable interest in having the best summer yet before senior year begins. So, what'll five kids going nowhere really bring? All Rights Reserved © Copyrights analiciapaloma 2014 Book Cover Design by Analicia Feliciano

I just realized the title I chose seems like this may be a magical book. It's not. It's about 2 young kids with tough lives that meet each other. They become friends. They help each other and hang out. They have similar interests so they can have fun equally when hanging out. That's pretty much all I can tell you without spoiling the future of the book. You can read the "Meet The Main Characters" for more information. This is the first book I've written that isn't fanfiction. I've been meaning to write this for a little while now and after I shared my first story on here it gave me the motivation to write this one. Without further ado, hope you enjoy!

"Micheal!" I screamed. He grabbed the thick book off my desk and ran down the stairs, I quickly bolted after him. Once in the main floor, Micheal running into my dads office and shutting the frosted glass doors behind him. The click of the lock soon after followed. "Give it back!" I yelled stupidly trying to turn the door handle and obviously not getting in. "I swear to god Micheal if you do ANYTHING to that book I'm going to slit your throat!" I watched his silhouette moving through the room before it parked in front of the desk on the far wall. He had put something on the desk and was now tampering with it. "Give it back! Please!" As I finished my plea he unlocked and opened the doors. I ran into the room immediately starting to tear apart the desk looking for my notebook. Finding nothing I turned around and saw Micheal leaning against the doorframe holding one of my dads old messenger bags under his arm. "Where's my book?" I asked trying to be calm. He patted the bag. "Give it back!" I reached for the bag and he swiftly held it over his head out of my reach. "You'll get it back Baby." I got up into his face. Well, into his chest and looking up to his face. His face was a good 10 inches above mine. "Give it back." I said slower this time. "No." he said putting the bag behind his back "Micheal. I need to study." I walked behind him in an attempt to grab the bag. He turned foiling my plan. "You can miss one night of studying, love. Besides you'll get it back after. Now come on let's go! Grab your keys." He a began to walk to the door. "Micheal, no!" I protested following him. I grabbed his wrist trying to pull him back. He shook me off. "Don't grab me. Now come on let's go." "No!" "Come on! Live a little." "No." "Just one hour." I looked at him. "Just an hour? Then I'll get my book back?" He nodded. "On the Queens life." I went to the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the hook before going back to the door. "Let's go. One hour starting now."