I hope for one day: Dragon ball z jeice x reader

            Your P.O.V

        Life has just been stressful as ever. My feet were sore from walking home from my job as a waitress. It's a menial low leveled job, but it wasn't my only one and thank god for that. This job was only part time. What I mostly do is instruct dance classes. I can teach ballet to little girls or contemporary for teens, and sometimes I do dancing exercising classes for people to stay fit. I always loved to dance ever since my freshman year in high school. I used to be really shy and quiet until my friend urged my to join dance. Sure I was awkward-looking and because of how un-flexible I actually am, it did take me four years to get to be as flexible as I am now, but it ended up really bringing me joy. At least I can do what I love as job and I can feel the satisfaction of giving shy little six year olds some boosts for their self esteems. The stress is coming from this job. The customers were rude, I am constantly being sexually harassed, and there's that bitch who takes all of my tips because, by her words new employees don't get a share in the tips. It irritated the hell out of my, but why am I doing it? I don't need the money, I keep up with my apartment payments. Why? It's because of the brat that lives with me. Yvette. No, I don't really think she's a brat, but she can be a pain. She was always getting in trouble in school for fighting. And she's always breaking something. And she's only six! I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe it's my fault I can't be the mom we don't have anymore. The point is, she's always doing something I end up having to pay for. Today wasn't any different.

        When I got home, I heard music playing loudly from my room. It was an album by The Beatles I always kept around. It was my dad's. I tried to open the door to my room and it was locked. This wasn't the first time Yvette did this either. She always locked herself in my room whenever she seemed to be having a bad day. I knocked on the door.

" Babe, get out. I need to change out of my uniform." I told as casually as I could. As irritated and angry I already was from today, Yvette's attitude only got worse when I responded with anger.

" No." she slowly responded. I sighed

"Why not? Are you having a bad day?" I asked her. she didn't respond. After a few moments, she opened my door and ran to her room, up the small, spiral stair case we had in the building. Well, not so much as run, more like she crawled up the stair case. She wasn't so tall. It was really cute! But I was worried. I changed out of my clothes and put on a tank top and sweat pants and slowly went up to her room. I knocked on the door and entered. She was sitting on her bed, in her frilly night gown holding a doll that she made her self when she was in Kindergarden. I really liked that doll, all though Yvette told me all the other girls thought it was ugly. It was made from the material from an old couch cushion we had. She used the stuffing for this inside and the hairs on it. She died it a different color so it wouldn't have 'grandma hair' like she would put it.

" So, what happened today?" I asked, wanting to know what was troubling her.

" It's nothing." Yvette said, clearly lying to my face.

"Yvette, It's like a slap to the face when you're not telling me what wrong. I want you to be happy. I just want to know if there's anything I can do to hel-"

" Well you can't! You Don't understand me! You'll never understand!"

 " I'M TRYING MY BEST!"

" IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"

" DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT ALREADY!?" Our fit ended on that note. Yvette sighed and laid her back on one side of her bed. I did the same and laid down on the other. We sat in silence for a while, Staring at the neon glow-in-the-dark stars I put on her ceiling. After a while, she looked at me, and sadly told me what happened at school.

" I can't make any friends. No body wants to be around me because I'm a weirdo." Indeed she was weird. It was like she was in her own little world sometimes, but that's what I loved most about my sister, her whimsical mind. She liked to make her own toys and listened to music at least fifty years before her own time. And she LOVED pictures of fat and over weight people. Whenever she saw an exceptionally big one, or one who wore clothes that showed off their love- handles, she would take a picture of them and post them on her wall. She didn't do it to laugh at them, she just...admired them. Sometimes I swear she is the Human version of Lilo.

"yeah, you are weird," I told her, " but being weird isn't bad. You're probably the most interesting person I know, and I'm not telling you that just because you're my sister. When girls are young, they want their friends to be girls who conform to the way they think. They're not mature enough to know how wonderful you are."

Yvette looked at me with tears in her eyes.

" Thanks (y/n), but I know what I pain I am," She breathed in. Trying to get through her sentence without breaking down and crying." and I know you'd wanna just give me away instead of taking care of me, so it makes me feel really good when care about why i'm sad." She finished with her voice cracking. She then let all of her tears out. It made me feel horrible knowing that my baby sister, The one girl I poured all of my love into, thinks I don't care about her. I pulled her to my chest and cradled her in my arms.

" Baby that's not true at all! I Love you so much, and don't you ever forget that! " I wanted to reassure her that I would never just give up on her like that. It seemed to calm her down, and now her sobs were little whimpers. We stayed together like that for a while longer until I noticed her eyes began to droop.

"Ok Yvette, it's time to go to bed now."

"Ok"

" Do you want to sleep together tonight? You've had a rough day, boo."

"No. You don't sleep with pants on."

" What? Y-Yes I do!"

"No you don't"

" Well that's only when I'm in my room alone." I explained to her she kept staring at my like she wanted me to leave,

"Ok, ok I'll leave. Good night Yvette."

" Good night." She sleepily responded. I turned off the light in her room when I left. I went into the living room and watched some tv for a while before heading off to bed myself. Well, like my sister blurted out I really don't sleep with pants. I think it's just more comfortable that way, honestly. I lied down on my Bed and relaxed in my warm, Winnie the Pooh bed sheets. I slowly fell to a deep and relaxing slumber.

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  I was swimming. I was basking in the reflection of the moon. I don't know why, but I wasn't in a bathing suit. I wasn't...anything. I was just floating in the warm water in my naked glory. I must have been on a beach, I could see the shore from. I could see someone from my vision. It was a man and he was swimming towards me. I didn't feel scared though and I didn't understand why. I just felt safe. I could make out some of his features the closer he got. His skin seemed to be red, bright red. His hair was white and cascaded down his back. He had a very muscular build, it was intimidating actually. He finally reached me. Our bodies were very close at this point, and from here I can tell he wasn't wearing anything either. He looked down on my form with such love in admiration in his eyes. I shrinked away. I felt so self conscience around him, having him see my body. I don't know why though. I don't even know him. I should be scared of him!

" Love, Don't hide from me. You ought to be proud of your sexy figure." The red man wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips gently to mine. His kisses traveled down my neck as hands began to trace my body. His left hand massaged the outside of my upper thigh while the right began cupping my left breast, rolling it a around in his palm. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. This all felt so right, and that was scary. All of my feelings were pushed aside as I began to relax under his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and heatedly kissed back. The hand that was cupping breast lead down to my bum and began to roughly grip and rub that next. I moaned as my hands moved from his neck and down to his pecks and began to massage the muscle and eventually the nipple on one of them, earning a moan in return. My left hand began to trail down his body until it was cupping his groin itself. He moaned in my mouth and let out a sigh. This felt heavenly.

" (y/n) love, Being with you right now has just made everything else in my life seem so much less important. " Those words really struck into my heart. I feel like I know what to all him now.

" I love you, Jeice."

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        I woke up the next morning, amazed by that vivid dream. Was it really just...a dream? It felt to real for anything else. I honestly felt heartbroken that it wasn't real. That man though. OOOOOOOH~ he was amazing. He was gorgeous and loving and had this sexy Australian accent. I could just dream about him all day.

" Hey (y/n) are you gonna make breakfast?" That's right. Today's Saturday. Yvette wouldn't be buying breakfast from school today.

" Yeah, Just give me a few minutes to get ready." It made me sad, but I told myself to just forget about that dream-man and move on with the day. I have something more important to take care of. Well I'd better start the day.

Jeice's P.O.V

                  I've been watching (y/n) for a few months now through my portal. She was just so fun to watch. She really was an interesting girl. She was a sweet heart too. I was watching her teach one her dance classes, that ballet one. She was so graceful. Everything she did some type of flow to it, even if she was teaching the little girls simple moves. At this point, the were going over basics and stretching. They went across the room doing some dance moves that needed some distance to travel in. All the children looked so awkward doing it, and there was this one girl who especially didn't look right. She was round and still had baby fat on her. She started to cry realizing she didn't look like everyone else.

" Hey, what's the matter?" (y/n) softly ask, trying to be quiet enough to keep all the other girls out of it.

" I can't do anything right! I don't dance good like all the other girls and I'm not flexible! I'm not pretty like you or anyone else, I'm just fat!" The little girl cried.

" Hey, that's not true. Your still young, that's not real fat, its just baby fat and its adorable. Besides weight has nothing to do with how flexible you are or how well you can dance."

"Really?"

" Yeah. One of my best friends big and tall, and just plain fat and she embraces it. We both wen through learning how to dance to together and she is twice as graceful and flexible as me. See she can go all the way down into her middle splits. I can't do that yet. I can only kick up to my chin, but she could kick her leg up all the way to her nose. Whenever we did leaps across the room she could do her air splits waaay wider than me, and her dancing technique makes me look like an elephant."

" I really wanna be like her then!" That seemed to make the girl stop crying

" Yeah I wish were like her too." (y/n) laughed.

                 I've been studying the portal itself for a while. I still couldn't fit through it, but I did learn a little bit about it. Now I can fit through down to my shoulders. Sometimes, I can affect some instances in (y/n) life. I remember when she was sitting on her couch reading, I put my arms through the hole and clapped. She jumped like something startled her. Maybe if at some point I could fit my mouth through the hole she might be able to hear my voice. I've been kissing the smelly bums of all the gate keepers to get information about these portals. So far, I learned that these portals are for reincarnation. The portals weren't made for anyone to just fit through them, it takes some honest intense need to change. Someone's heart would've had to completely changed its ways to be able to go through. I'm not sure if I'll change my past or heart my self, but this one girl who has taken up just about all of my attention is changing something in me. I think that one day I will fit through that portal and be able to final touch that sweet face. I've also been able to see into the dreams of who ever i'm concentrating on. That night when (y/n) dreamt about me and her being together, Let's just say that my pants haven't felt that tight in a while. It was a sweet fantasy, one I would like to have too. Its pretty obvious that at this point I am having some effect on her. She does know who I am now, and I don't know how.

                   I was walking around the bloody pond, taking a break from the portal. Burter stopped to talk to me. " Jeice. What have you been doing? We hardly see you anymore!" I didn't know how to respond. It was true that I haven't been with the Ginyus in a while. I still am around them, they were my best friends, but something about them that just made me feel...uncomfortable. Everyone seemed to proud of their victories and killings in our job and I would've been too like before but now....everytime I think about any battle I won or and person I was ordered to kill, I see (y/n)'s face. What would she think? would she even want to look at me knowing that I was a murderer? What if she became...afraid of me? That last thought scared me the most. I told Burter that I didn't know what he was talking about, and ended up following back to where everyone else was hanging around.

                  A few hours later when everyone got bored of talking and went their separate ways, I went back to the portal. I looked down at (y/n). She was sleeping with her younger sister. It was sweet to look. I began fantasizing about us being together, though I knew it would never happen. I crouched down and leaned over to get a closer view of her. I thought about marrying her, having a child, and all of that stereotype in a hand bag. I imagined That Yvette was my sister also, and I was lying on that bed with the two, holding them and protecting them. That's when it really started to hurt. I wanted to be part of a family. That family. What have I done with my life? All I've done is hurt and destroy. I don't deserve what they have. I don't deserve....her. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I never let myself cry even one drop before, but I just never felt so hopeless in my life. The little droplet fell into the pool-like portal. When that tear drop hit the watery residue, I saw something on (y/n)'s face. I leaned in even closer and saw a tear drop going down her soft face. I gaped at the sight. It made me feel like she was crying for me, even if the tear was just a reflectant of the portal. I lost my balance from leaning into much. I just let my self fall ontop of the portal, knowing it wouldn't make any difference. I wasn't going through anyway. Then when I hit the Portal this happens.

I fell all the way through.