Death and Beginning

My name is Sierra Valeria. Today is my birthday, and I've turned 32, and the year is 2021. I've been planning my party for awhile now, inviting all of my family, and my close friends.

'Phew, this day is supposed to be mine, but I'm not going to complain,' I think to myself. I work constantly as a programmer, designing a few webpages and doing major work for large companies to promote their products. I guess I could be considered a merchandiser on top of a programmer.

I studied some of my crafts in a nice college, Florida State to be specific. I earned my masters, and opened my own business. To say I'm rich is an understatement. It's not easy though, I put a lot of work in, but I give my all. I even donate millions every year to study and research to improve the quality of living. Hell, I donate to charities all the time, because I know what it's like being down in the dumps, and be homeless even. If I can help people, I do.

My family and friends should be arriving soon, so I decide to get ready. I take my clothes off, and prepare a bath. Nice and hot is how I like it. I even add a few bath salts, and one of my secret revitalization liquids into the bath as well.

After my bath, which was extremely relaxing, I head into my bedroom. I stand in front of the mirror, glancing at my features. My body is something I know far better than anyone, and it satisfies me every time I see myself.

I stand at 5'3, with a slim but toned body. All of my curves remind me of models... Well, I digress, I'm actually a model. I do a few shows and gigs for top magazines every so often.

As I check my curves, my lips curve up. An hourglass figure indeed. My breasts are perky, and are beginning c cups. My legs and arms toned to a high degree that only brings my looks to the fore front. My backside is also amazing, always filling any pair of jeans I wear. Shapely, and soft. I stare at my face next, looking into my green eyes, akin to emeralds. My hair, a beautiful red, frames my soft features. My lips are full, and extremely kissable in my opinion. I like my nose too, not small or big, but in a medium range. Same for my jaw, and my eyes fit into my perfect portrait.

As I continue my observation, I remember my guests. I shake my head and I start to apply lotion to my body. I'm glad I got waxed, so I don't have to shave any part of my body for another few months. Hell, I'll just get another wax job probably.

After I'm done applying the lotion, I quickly put on my dress, and apply my makeup. I also move onto my nails, and apply a nice red to accentuate my red lipstick. The blush is also light, same for my eye shadow and eye liner. I don't have to do this, but I'm attracted to making a beautiful picture even more beautiful. I guess I'm a little vane.

My dress is a black dress. Sleeveless, and it only goes down to my knees. I don't put on underwear though, nor a bra. I like going commando, and you never know, one of my friends might bring a beautiful woman that catches my eye.

As I think this, I get a little wet, so I shake my head to eliminate the thoughts. I walk to my closet, and push a button, opening it fully. On one side I have nothing but gorgeous shoes, all name brand. I grab one of my black pair, with dark red heels. I also grab some of my jewelry, putting on a gold chain with a sapphire adjourning it. I also put some earrings in, also with sapphires. I leave the rings alone and head out to the living room.

When I get to the living room, I look at the time. "4:20pm, huh. Guess I have some time." I think about going to the bank to deposit some of my checks, so I grab my purse and head towards the front door. 'No one will show up until around 6 or so, so I have time,' I think to myself.

When I get outside, I head toward my Ferrari, hitting a button on my key fob. The butterfly doors open up, allowing my entry. As I sit down on the leather seats, I smirk, "Time to make you purr baby, time to make you purr."

I make it to the bank in one piece, loving every moment of my drive. I love going to places in style, showing the sexiness of myself, and my car. My house is also nothing to scoff at either, but I can't carry that with me.

I make it into the bank, and I notice the line. 'Not too big today,' I think. I look at the individual in front of me, and it's some random guy in a hoody. In front of him are an older couple, with the guy holding his wife's hand. I smile at this picture, wishing for a partner of my own one day.

All of a sudden I feel a tug on my dress, and I look down. "Are you an angel," a little girl says. "You are so pretty," she says to me. I smile at her, and I put my hand on her head. "No sweaty, I'm no angel. But you sure look like one. Absolutely cute," I say to her warmly. I can't help but crouch a bit and give her a hug. Her mother is watching me hug her, and she smiles at me.

"You are kind, what do you say to the pretty lady, dear," the mother says to her daughter, patting her head. "Thank you, pretty lady," the girl says with a bright smile. I smile at her and ask, "What's your name, little angel?" The little girl's eyes brighten, and and she replies, "I'm Sophie, nice to meet you."

I smile again, and nod my head at her. All of a sudden, I hear a voice, "Give me all of your money, quick. Don't play games with me." I turn slowly and see the previous guy in the hoodie, pointing a gun at the lady behind the counter. I slowly step back and put myself in front of the little girl.

After a few minutes, I hear sirens outside. 'Well, this sucks,' I think. As long as he doesn't try something funny, we can all make it out okay. But, the cards aren't in our favor today.

"Everyone down, now," the guy says, pointing the gun at people around him. 'It looks like he is panicked a bit. Wonder what he will do,' I wonder as I slowly get down, along with the rest of the people. The only exception being Sophie. "Mom, what's going on. What's he doing?" Sophie is in the middle of complaining to her mom in a very crucial moment.

The guy steps forward and points the gun at her. "Shut up brat, get down and shut the fuck up!" Sophie starts trembling, and tears fall down her cheeks. Her mom is trying to grab her daughter. Sophie starts to cry loudly now. He aims the gun and says, "I said shut up!"

I quickly react when he is closer. I swiftly stand and uppercut him. He stumbles back shouting, "You bitch, I'm going to get you for that, you whore!" 'This guy is seriously pissing me off,' I think. I jump forward and catch him with a jab, then a hook.

I keep pushing, hoping to get a chance to knock his gun away. After a couple more hits I kick him, but I miss my target. I missed his gun hand and clipped his other arm. I stand fast, and hear it.

*BANG...

I feel a pinch in my chest all of a sudden. My eyes widen and I look down, seeing some blood come out. I look up and jump at him before I lose too much strength. I grab his arm, and then his wrist. He pulls the trigger again, three more times.

*BANG BANG BANG

It was rapid, but I jerk my hand and break his wrist, disarming him. I fall back, feeling the pain and shock hit me. "Wha-." I say weakly. I start to feel dizzy, and feel myself falling backwards.

I notice the guy getting hit out of nowhere by the older guy from before. I sigh, and cough, feeling blood come out of my mouth. I look at my body, and see lots of blood, especially around me on the ground. Next I look towards the little girl, Sophie.

I feel tears running down my cheeks, seeing that she is okay. I can't help but smile at her, thinking that I did the right thing. Truly she deserves to live more than me, a young and gorgeous child. Sophie runs to me, and starts to speak, but I can't hear anymore.

I slowly start to feel a coldness run through me, and a numbness. I look at little Sophie, this cute little angel, and bring my shaky hand to her face. She grabs my hand, holding with all of her strength. I cough again, because it's hard to breath. Blood lands on Sophie, and she cries harder.

All of a sudden, I feel like a blanket is rapping around my head, trying to smother me in darkness. I slowly realize that I'm literally choking on my own blood. I know it's the end, but I thank whoever is divine, for allowing this child to survive.

I feel all of my strength leave me, my fight to survive over. My eyes close involuntarily, and I feel my heart stop. My body shudders one more time, and the next thing I know, there is nothing.

I try to look around, wondering where I am. 'Is this the afterlife?' I question. After a long time of seeing nothing, I see a light. It's getting closer, frightening me a bit.

"Do not fear, child. I'm here to usher your soul into the next phase," a voice says. I look at the glowing woman in front of me, speechless. She just smiles and continues.

"I am going to put you into the cycle of rebirth. Your memories will be intact, and you shall have one of your fantasies granted. You will be put into the Dragon Ball dimension, reborn as a Saiyan. Your features will remain except for your height, hair color, and eye color. Your breasts will also grow to accentuate your height. Eye and hair color will be black. Any questions?"

I just continue staring at this entity. Whoever she is, she is absolutely stunning. And she seems to be talking about reincarnation. I open my mouth, but realize I don't have a mouth. I get confused now, but the woman just chuckles.

"You will be fine child. I wish thee good luck. And as a bonus, you will be born the same day as the one known as Goku. Goodbye, child." All of a sudden, everything goes dark again, but this time my conscious goes with it.