A/N: Welcome to my first DBZ story! This may or may not be shitty writing but oh well. Proper disclaimer: You know the whole deal, DBZ and it's characters belonging to it's rightful owners and I only own my OC's. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

P.S: I'm sorry if I get any piece of information wrong throughout the story!

It was a cool day in the apartment, birds were chirping, the sun was clear, and the breeze-

"Uno out."

"WAIT I DIDN'T EVEN-" I tried to speak as I stared at the piled cards on the middle of my family kitchen table. I have tried 15 times. 15 times to beat my older sister at Uno. Have I succeeded? Hell no. Oh wait, where were we?... Oh yeah, I'm Anita Coier, a high-school sophmore who obviously hasn't won a DAMN GAME OF UNO!

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It was the first day of this boiling hot summer as classes had finished a day earlier, giving me the opportunity to chill back and relax from another year of extensive studying and projects.

"Oh stop whining, you have next time."

I sighed in response to her sarcastic sounding words. "Yeah, Next time I won't be playing." I said as I waved her off, walking into the living room and flopping onto the couch.

My older sister Orla and I have been living alone for the past 3 months in this normal apartment as our parents were off traveling. Why? I don't know, it was probably because they were getting old? I browsed through different channels with the remote control to at least find something that'd entertain me for the time being besides sleeping "Anita, I'm going out, so I'll be back around 12." Orla said as she put her blue dyed hair up in a bun, already having grabbed her bag and keys. I put my thumb up "Gotchu." She nodded and left the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

I was met with silence a minute later. I groaned "What to watch..." Suddenly, an idea came to me. Dragon Ball Z! I've been meaning to marathon it again since it's been a bit since I've watched it. I still had a memory of who was who. Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta, Gohan, honestly I'd have to say they were a part of my childhood growing up. But I haven't watched it as school and studies got in the way. I started an episode of which I believed was Dragon Ball Z Kai and flipped onto my back as my medium colored brown hair sprawled around. Let's dig into the nostalgia... Wait, what arc was this?

-TIMESKIP-

Have I been watching DBZ for the last four hours? Yes. The hard rain from the occurring storm banged against my window as I had taken the position of sitting on the ground, my legs out infront of myself, infront of the couch. I already changed into my pajamas that consist of black pajama pants and a normal grey shirt. I yawned as I was starting to get tired, the soothing sound of rain increasing the drowsiness. So I let the TV play on as I got up and went over to my kitchen to get water. You know, trying to keep myself awake. Suddenly, as I grabbed a water bottle, I heard an explosion come from outside, shutting the electricity off in the apartment, leaving me in the dark as the only light came from a light post from outside the apartment building and the TV that was frozen on a Dragon Ball episode.

"Aw shit, are you serious?" I said in disbelief as I walked on over to the window to check if the electric box was okay outside. To my dismay, it was turned into bolts and metal as it had gotten shorted out by the storm. Staring at the box, I was contemplating with myself.

Should I check it out?

No Anita, it's not your business. The electrical company will fix it..

But I've fixed it before...And the Dragon Ball marathon...

...Okay, valid point.

How did I know how to fix it? Having an mechanic father helps.

I got my red zip-up jacket from the coat hanger and quickly put on Orla's pink slippers before heading out the apartment and making my way to the side of the apartment building. Getting drenched in rain, I stomped through the mud that surrounded the electrical box. "What the hell is with this rain!?" I said in frustration as rain was beginning to get into my eyes. I yanked open the metal hatch, revealing some wires and whatnot. It never really rained this hard here, so it was a bit weird. So I started fixing some circuits and wiping away water from my face. Suddenly, I felt a shock run through my fingers. "Shit.." I said as I pulled my burnt fingers back but my attention was averted when I heard the booms of lightning from the sky. I looked up to see a sudden strike of lightning hit the building.

'Ah shit, I might not have electricity for the next few days...But wait, if it struck the building wouldn't it...'

I quickly looked down at the electrical box I was kneeling on.

Oh shit.

I'm an idiot. Period.

My eyes widened before a huge electrical sound was emitted from the box, and what I suspected to happen, I was thrown back away from the box by the electrical current from the lightning strike. Landing into the mud, I groaned and felt the pain in my back. "Yep...Totally knew it.." I groaned out as I slowly got up from the muddy ground "Oh god.." I felt mud on the side of my head and literally.. Everywhere. I was able to stand up clearly and stumbled a bit as the box kept emitting sparks until it stopped.

Hmm.. I turned back to the apartment building to see that all the lights were back on. "Are you serious?!" I tiredly said. I trudged my way back to my apartment, having completely destroying Orla's original pink slippers, into brown wet muddy shoes and having destroyed my own clothing. My hair's a plus as the mud had stained and splattered across my face. Finally reaching the apartment door. I turned the knob and walked in. Kicking the slippers off and slowly taking off my stained jacket, I yawned but I just felt like something was off. This was confirmed when I heard loud cluttering and moving around in the kitchen whos' lights hasn't been turned back on, leaving it in pitch black darkness. I furrowed my brows as I looked at the clock that read 10:00. Orla hadn't gotten here yet. I moved my body to the wall and slowly walked towards the kitchen. The nearer I walked, the louder the whispers came to my ears.

Okay, intruder alert, what the hell am I suppose to do!? Scream? I grabbed a nearby vase and held it, ready to throw. I inhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves that were out of control with fear and adrenaline. Okay, okay, you can do it Anita, just aim and throw. If that doesn't work, run the best you could with your fit self.

Okay,

1..

2..

3..

I jumped out in front of the kitchen entrance as I flipped the lights on. My green eyes met black as I was met with the figure of a very familiar person. With very loose orange jumpsuit clothing and very spiky black hair, and very prominent muscles. I felt the adrenaline rush become too much as I let out a scream and was yet followed with the man screaming dropping ham, eggs, bread and more of what was inside of my fridge on the ground.

The next minute was filled with both of our screaming as we looked at each other in terror.

And oh lord, what am I going to do?