A house just outside of town stood still. It's windmill turning slowly, and the waterwheel flowing it's continents. It was quiet early this fine morning and the sun had just risen, devouring darkness. Leaves swirled and blew around the trees, riding the current of the wind.

A young woman walked out of the house. Her skin a color [s/c], as she wore a [f/c] sleeveless dress with a white long sleeve button shirt underneath, a white apron on her waist and black flats. Her [c/h] [l/h] hair is tied in a low ponytail adorned in a medium [f/c] ribbon, and her eyes a shade of [f/c].

"Going into town today, [F/n]?" Your sister, Bulma asked, making you to suddenly stop before you headed down the stone steps of your little cottage, as a smile crossed your lips. Your sister is aspired on becoming a world famous inventor and she has already created several inventions that make your lives a bit easier, even though they're a bit clunky and elaborate and often break down - she doesn't stop until she has achieved. She spends hours and hours working on her machines, making them better and finely tweaking them - in hopes on giving you a better life than you have now. You, on the other hand, have no eye for machines and inventions. You love to read books instead - adventure books mostly. You can pick a six hundred page book in the morning and finish it in before the day is done. You fantasize about going on an adventure of your own just like the characters in the books you've read. Far away places, kings and queens, pirates, dragons, sea monsters, fairies, magic, knights in shining armor, you long to see it all.

Though you live most of your life wishing for an adventure and get away from this boring, dull life, you never once thought about leaving your sister behind. You two share a strong bond that could never be broken by anything, and when one of you were in trouble, the other will rush in to provide aid.

"I have to return this book to the bookshop, and maybe make a quick visit to Mr. Kai. I'll be home right after and that way you'll have the room you need to finish the invention for the fair tomorrow." You replied, smiling.

"Well, alright. Just don't come home too late." Bulma smiled.

"I won't!" You waved and walked down the small dirt path to town. You slowly put the book inside your small basket and sighed deeply. How you enjoyed the lovely early mornings. A chilly breeze blew through the autumn air, signaling that the first snow of winter would be coming real soon.

Small birds chirped and flew around you, as you continued your stroll. The smile appeared on your face once more and pushed a stray of hair behind your ear, as the view of the little town came upon your sight and began to sing softly to yourself, and unexpectedly got louder without notice.

"Little town, it's a quiet village... Everyday, like the one before. Little town, full of little people... Waking up to say -"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

Soon the whole town was bustling with people going to different markets, shops, getting food, clothing - whatever came in their sight or for needs.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell... Every morning's been the same. Since the morning that we came. To this poor, provincial town..."

"Good morning, [F/n]," The bread seller greeted as you walked by.

"Morning, monsieur." You replied.

"Where you off to?"

"The bookshop. I just finished this wonderful book," You said while taking out the book. "About a beanstalk and an ogre -"

"That's nice. Honey! The baguettes! Hurry up, we need more!" He called to his wife, interrupting you. You placed your book back in the basket and shrugged your shoulders before walking to the bookshop.

"Look, there she goes. That girl is strange; no question," Two ladies conversated, seeing you strolling by daydreaming. "Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?"

"Never part of any crowd. Cause her head's up on some cloud."

"No denying she's a funny one, that girl!"

You hopped quickly on a passing carriage and watched the people as the carriage traveled through the town.

"Bonjour!" The carriage driver said to a young woman walking through the street.

"Hello, how are you doing?" She inquired.

"Fine, thank you. Good to see you." He responded, continuing on.

"Bonjour!" A woman with rather large chest said to the butcher. The butcher eyed the woman with eagerness.

"Good day." He replied, handing her ham that she must have ordered. All of a sudden another woman appeared behind him.

"How's your wife?" The woman costumer asked. The butcher just smiled, eyeing the woman as she walked away. The butcher's wife glared at him and hit him with a rolling pin over his head.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes.

"Please sir, I need six eggs!" A woman completely worn with five children surrounding her told the farmer.

"That's too expensive!" said a man to a vase seller.

"There must be more than this provincial life!" You sang. You slowly turned and jumped off the carriage as it went pass the bookseller's store. You walked in and the small bell near the door rang.

"Ah [F/n], back again already?" The bookseller said.

"Good morning, Monsieur Gohan. I came to return the book you lent me yesterday." You said, handing the book back to Grandpa Gohan.

"Finished already?" He inquired.

"Oh I couldn't put it down, it kept me up all night. Do you have anything new?" You asked, scaling the shelf-ladder to scan at the books on the highest shelf.

Grandpa Gohan laughed. "Not since yesterday I'm afraid."

"Oh, well that's alright. I'll just borrow... this one!" You happily exclaimed, handing him a book bound in blue.

"This one?" He inquired, pushing his glasses slightly up his nose to read the title. He laughed once again. "[F/n], you've already read this one twice before."

"I know, I know but it's my favorite! Far off places, daring sword-fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!" You said happily, sliding down the ladder before jumping off and walking back over to Grandpa Gohan.

"Well [F/n], if you like it that much then it's yours." He said giving it back to you.

"But Monsieur, I couldn't possibly...!"

"No, no [F/n], I insist you keep it."

You smiled gratefully. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, thank you you so much, Monsieur!" You thanked, waving goodbye and leaving the store, as Grandpa Gohan smiled and waved back. Some men watched you as you left the store and continued to stare you as you went on reading the book. You jumped through kids playing jump rope and ruffled a girl's hair as you walked by causing her to laugh.

"Look, there she goes, that girl is rather peculiar." One of them said.

"I wonder if she's feeling well." Another said.

"Who knows really, she's just so strange." The third one agreed.

"With a dreamy far of look." said a woman.

"And her nose stuck in a book."

"What a puzzle the rest of us that girl is."

You walked to the center of town and found a nice place to sit on the stone fountain in the town square. A couple of sheep walked by and they stopped as well, curious to see what you were doing.

"Wow, isn't this amazing? This is my favorite part, because, well, here I'll show you." You hold out the book for the sheep to see. You pointed to an illustration in the book of a handsome man talking to a beautiful girl. "See, this is where she meets prince charming, but she won't find out that's him until chapter three." You described excitedly. You went back to reading as the Sheppard moved the rest of the flock forward and the sheeps followed. You sighed happily, stood up, and continued to walk while still reading.

"Now it's no wonder she's a 'beauty.' Her looks have got no parallel."

"But behind that fair façade, I'm afraid she's rather odd. Very different from the rest of us."

"Yes, different from the rest of us. She's nothing like the rest of us. Yes, different from the rest of us is she."

You mind your own business, continuing walking forward as a flock of ducks flew overhead. There was a sudden gunshot, and one of the ducks began falling. Puar tried to catch it in the sack, but missed and it fell to the ground. He looked around, hoping no one saw the mistake, and stuffed the bird into his bag. He went back over to the one who had taken the shot.

"Wow, you didn't miss a shot, Yamcha!" He exclaimed. "You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!"

"I know," The so Yamcha replied with his trademark grin on his face and began walking away.

"No beast alive stands a chance against you." Puar said, following him and bringing the rest of Yamcha's game with him. "And no girl for that matter."

"It's true, Paur. And I've got my sights set on that one." Yamcha pointed at you as you stopped reading to buy some apples.

"The inventor's sister?!" Puar asked in shock.

"She's the one. The lucky girl I'm going to marry."

"But she's-"

"The most beautiful girl in town!"

"I know! But -"

"That makes her the best," He grabbed hold onto Puar and brought him close to his face. "And don't I deserve the best?"

"Yes, of course! But -"

Yamcha dropped the hold from Puar and began to talk about you. "From the first time I met her, no, from the first time I saw her I knew she was beautiful and, of course, I fell. In this town she's the only one that's as beautiful as I am. So, I'm making plans to woo and then marry [F/n]." He turned as he noticed you walk by him. He quickly struck a quick pose, but you kept walking without even looking up at him. Yamcha's face fell and he quickly followed behind you, trying to catch up. Panchy, Launch, and Maron - girls from the village - looked up as Yamcha walked by quickly followed by Puar.

"Look, there he goes. Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Yamcha." Panchy said dreamingly.

"Oh he's so cute. Be still my heart." exclaimed Maron.

"I'm hardly breathing. He's such a tall, dark, strong, and handsome brute!" Launch said.

Yamcha was still continuing to run after you, but was continuously being cut off by the busy crowds looking to purchase items and food in the market place.

"Excuse me, coming through, let me through." Yamcha asked, trying to push his way through the crowds. You stepped through the crowds into an open area of town.

There must be more than this provincial life!" You sighed hugging your book to your chest.

"Just watch. I'm going to make [F/n] my wife." Yamcha proclaimed.

"Look, there she goes. That girl is strange but special!" the people sang as you walked by. Yamcha had gone onto roofs of houses to pass the crowd. "A most peculiar mademoiselle. It's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in. But she really is a funny girl. A beauty but a funny girl. She really is a funny girl...that [F/n]."

They all watched as you slowly started to leave town. You turned, thinking you heard someone say your name, but just found the villagers walking up and down the streets as usual. You shrugged your shoulders and went back to reading. Yamcha jumped off a roof and landed with a thud in front of you.

"Why, hello [F/n]." He said.

"Oh, bonjour Yamcha." You replied not looking up from your book. Yamcha suddenly strolled behind you and took the book from your hands. He was up again to his annoying old tricks.

"Yamcha, may I have my book please?" You asked, trying to be polite. Yamcha looked at the book, turning it sideways and upside down.

"How can you even read this?" He stated with confusion. "There's no pictures."

You crossed your arms. "Well some people like to use their imagination instead of looking at pictures."

Yamcha looked at you shocked and shook his head. "You know [F/n], it's about time you got your head off these books and started to pay attention to more important things." He explained, throwing your book. It landed in some muddy water and you sighed angrily. You bent down to pick it up, as Yamcha just stood there in front of you.

"Like what exactly?" You inquired, annoyed.

"Like, well, me." Yamcha said smiling. At that point, the three girls finally catched up to Yamcha and sighed dreamingly when he smiled. Yamcha began to pace around you, as you picked your book from the mud.

"I mean haven't you heard? Everyone's been talking about your weird hobby. It's not normal for a woman to be reading. Soon she starts getting ideas in her head and... thinking." Yamcha cringed just by the thought of that.

You sighed and stood back on your feet. "You're absolutely ridiculous, Yamcha."

"Why, thank you, [F/n]." He said taking your actual insult as a compliment. You rolled your eyes and wiped the mud from your book. Yamcha suddenly put his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, what do you say? Me and you take a walk over to the tavern and I can show you some of my trophies." Yamcha started to lead you off.

You sighed unimpressed. "Maybe some other time." You replied.

The girls gasped at her with disbelief.

"What's wrong with her?" Maron said.

"She's crazy!" Launch added.

"He's gorgeous!" Panchy ended and they all went starstruck.

You broke free from Yamcha's grasp and began moving further down the path. "Please Yamcha, I can't. I have to go see Mr. Kai and then go home and help my sister. I'll see you around, good-bye."

Puar caught up to them and laughed. "That crazy girl? She needs all the help she can get!" Yamcha started to laughed. You put your fists at your hips and glared at them.

"Don't talk about my sister that way!" You demanded, trying your hardest to not say an unappropriate word. Suddenly, Yamcha stopped his laughter and hit Puar on his head.

"Yeah, don't talk about [F/n]'s sister that way." He said trying to impress you.

"My sister is not crazy." You insisted, putting your book angrily into the basket. "She's a genius!" All of a sudden, a loud explosion came from the cottage in the distance. You turned to see smoke rising from your chimney and windows. In shock yet worriedness, you ran immediately towards the house, leaving Yamcha and Puar laughing.