Dragon Ball Z Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Zavier is a total prankster he and Nae had stuff rigged all throughout the bedroom. They hid silly string and those little clowns that spring from the box inside of the toy chest. It was just crazy and I had to put a stop to it. When he started chasing them around with Nutella and his fingers after coming from the bathroom, they thought it was poop! Goodness, they're going to be scarred for life! "Zavier that's enough now let's watch DB Super. What are your favorite episodes? Mine is when they played baseball against Universe 6 and every time they fought Jiren." He likes when Goku fought against Beerus and Frieza so we watch a few of our favorite episodes. I really got to know the kids and t

They are having a good time and getting along very well. "Cool! I want to have original collections too." Zhairo happily said. Looks like their conversation topic is about Zhairo's favorite Dragon Ball and Bakugan, which turned out to be Dion's favorite too. Well, that's what I heard. And as I listen more, I hear Dion saying that he has original items of Dragon Ball and Bakugan collectibles.

“Lia, you don’t know how happy I am to see you up and about!” She groaned. “I don’t know if you can say I’m up and about with me laying here like this.” I chuckled, running a hand through her hair again. “It’s okay.” “No, it isn’t because what I remember is letting out some crazy power like I was on Dragonball Z or something and I can assure you I have never been a Super Saiyan.” This made me laugh again. “Lia, it’s so good to have you back awake. You're amazing, you know that.”

“Depends on what kind. Chatura only has one friend, and her name is Rani. Besides, there is too much of an age gap for the two of you to become friends. It’s already weird enough to have a friend two decades older than you. It’s weirder if they are female on top of that. I think you have enough girls hovering around you. If you add Chatura to that list, you would be known as a shameless man who accepts any female into your harem from eight to eighty.” Eight? Zen was about to retort, but when Damian started singing about strawberry ice cream in the same way Yelena sometimes did in her native tongue, he realised what the cyborg was referring to. “There is no harem!” Zen quickly denied and punc