Yang D Zora.

I woke up in a dark, warm, cavern surrounded by a viscous liquid.

What happened? All I remember is slipping on a pebble, then a white truck knocked me into another white truck which then killed me. Now that I think back on my death, I realize how outrageous my death was. I guess I'll wait in this cavern.

[8 months later]

The light! Is this a ROB finally granting my wishes?

"C'mon Minerva you got this!" A man said.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" A woman who I presume is my mother bellowed.

Oh shit, am I'm being born. Being pushed out isn't the most fun experience. This shit hurts, now I'm hitting the cold!?

"Looks like you gave birth to a healthy baby girl." A woman said holding me.

"Let me see her." My mother said and the midwife put me in her arms.

"Look at her blue hair, she has Darryl's brown eyes, and freckles!" My mother said gushing about me.

'Yeah I know I'm beautiful always have been.'

The very tall black-haired man who I assume to be my father picked me up as well.

'Jesus! This man has to be at least 20 feet tall!'

"Zora, Yang D Zora." My father said.

'Zora sounds cool! Wait....D? I'M IN ONE PIECE!'

While I was having an internal crisis, my father handed me back to my mother. I got a good look at her as well.

'Is everyone in my family giants!? My mother has to be at least 18 feet tall. She has nice blue hair though, they look like blueberries.'

"Time to eat." My mother said before she popped a nipple into my mouth.

'One Piece! In the world of pirates and marines, I could literally do anything. Plot means nothing to me!'

[3 months after Zora's birth]

'Training is key! Even as a baby I need to do something other than sleep, eat, and shit. The people of this world are a lot more resilient than people on Earth, so my growth halting isn't an issue.'

I started off my morning by doing baby kicks into the air. I know sounds dumb but it really helps with my leg strength, and I'm only 3 months what do you expect me to do? My workout basically consists of me flailing my arms and legs until I get tired, rinse and repeat then boom. I also know why my parents are so tall, and I feel dumb not knowing before. Both of them are longleg tribesmen, which means I'm also going to be super tall.

Fighting with my legs like Sanji doesn't seem so bad, I could even be like Smoothie and use a blade as well although I don't think it'll be very efficient. I completed today's 'training' and cried for my mother. She came in, picked me up, and popped a nipple into my mouth.

[6 months later]

You ever see a 4-foot 9-month-old baby? I was outside, training myself. I kicked the training dummy so fast, my leg blurred, and the dummy splintered into pieces.

[4 years later]

"Zora!" My mother called me from the docks.

"Coming!" I said before sprinting towards her with my long legs.

Although I was around 7 feet, my mother could still pick me up.

"Today you will tattoo your leg. Zora, this is a very important ritual so I hope you tattoo something significant." My mother said sternly.

"Okay!" I said smiling.

We began walking to the village chief's home, we said hello to everyone we passed and I even saw my father working at the dojo. Arriving at the chief's home, my mother knocks on the door.

"Hello, little Minerva, tiny Zora." An old man said opening the door.

"Heyo!" I said smiling, my smile is undefeatable.

"Hello, village chief." My mother said.

"We've come to undergo the tattoo ritual." My mother said seriously.

"Hmm, alright come in." The tall old man said before going deeper into his home.

We followed him into a room with different colored ink, various needle sizes, and a chair.

"Zora, we cannot follow you inside as it would be disrespectful." My mother said as she put me down.

"Good luck." My mother and the village chief said as they closed the door.

'Hmm, what do I tattoo on myself? A dragon? No that's edgy. Maybe a rose? Nah, overused. What has significant meaning to me in this life?'

Then it hit me.

'Black and blueberries. The colors of my parent's hair. They mean the most to me so it only makes sense to have them on my most prized possessions.'

I grabbed the black and blue ink along with a needle. I dipped the needle in the inks and began to draw. I drew on my right leg, and the finished product was a string of blueberries with black flowers holding them up. I let the ink dry and reapplied it twice before it was permanently on my leg.

I opened the door and saw my mother leaning against the wall talking to the chief.

"I'm done!" I said running up to my mom, hugging her legs.

My mother lifted me up and I made eye contact with her amber eyes.

"Are you sure that's what you want Zora?" She asked.

"Yes! It means-" Before I could finish explaining what the tattoo meant, my mother, put a finger over my lips.

"You should only explain that to your significant other." She said giggling.

"Oh." I said embarrassed.

'How was I supposed to know!?'

"Bye chief!" I said waving goodbye to the old man.

"I love this!"