Author: Bunny-chan
Email: Bunny_chan85@hotmail.com
The Simple Life
Prologue
11/20/00
Ossu minna-chan!! Welcome to the first installment of my DBZ and sailormoon
crossover!! Wonderful, ne? This takes place after the SuperS season in sailormoon
and after the Cell saga. Enjoy!! ^_^ Oh! And one thing. I don't own Bishoujo
Senshi Sailor Moon or Dragonball, Dragonball Z, and Dragonball GT!! So don't sue, I
like my stuff right where it is! ~_^
What makes the world go round? I'm not sure... It has to be some predestined
thing. Everything has a place... it should have a place anyhow. I wonder if it's
possible to break away from destiny. I don't want to be tied down to something I'll
never ever be happy with. But that's my opinion. Some people are totally content
with having their lives planned out for them, I'd say that those people have weak
minds and hearts. They've abandoned their precious dreams. They've lost the will
and heart to fight... perhaps that's what happened to me.
My friends are no longer my friends. The people whom I have grown up with
and battled numurous youma with, have betrayed me. I was always treated as a child
when I was with them. An inexperienced child who knew nothing of the real world. An
innocent who had never spilled blood. I knew alot more that then they thought I did.
I had not spilled the blood of a human, but of many youma. I was not battle hardened,
but emotionally hardened. During some point in time, my friends had decided that I was
no longer fit to lead a team of fighters. The inners shunned me. The outers had no
idea of what the others had decided for me. They were gone somewhere... I had wished
that I was with them. My life was... There's no word to describe what I went through.
Mamoru. I've concluded that he's the cause of it all. Sure.. he's the
crown prince of the Earth, and I'm destined to be his wife and Queen... But I don't
want it. Not after I found out what he did. I'm not going to go into details mind
you, but, it was not a nice thing. At least from my end. That man should not be
near alcohol and women at the same time. I can't go into the story now, I'm still
not healed from it. Emotionally and physically. I'll tell you one day. Soon, maybe
soon.
The point of my ramblings so far was to tell you how I ended up in the position
I did. Well, let me tell you, it's been some ride. First off, my name is Usagi. I'll
be sixteen in three and a half months. I've always been smart. It was a given. I never
needed to do school work, thus, I failed purposely. I already knew everything I needed
to know from grades one through twelve. I was even studying college courses in my free
time. When no one was looking of course. I was also training in what little free time
I had, which wasn't much. But, one day, I found out Mamoru had gotten carried away on the
alcohol one night. Which caused him to sleep with numerous other women, almost beat a
man to death, narrowly evade the police, and still participate in the sport known as
beating your girlfriend.
I knew that he was drunk. I could smell him a mile away, and I'm not
exaggerating. He had done it before... overdone it with the liquor then find me and try
to either seduce me or beat me. This time he went too far.
I hadn't done anything up until then because in my logic, I had a thousand years
to try and shape him up. 'Blind love' I called it.
Mamoru. After my encounter with him, I found myself sprawled on the ground, crying.
My tears were mixing with the blood that was seeping from my torn side. I couldn't feel
my left leg... everything was hazy. All I could remember was Mamoru telling me he would
be happy. Happy with her. Happy with what he had done. Happy with what was waiting for
him at his apartment. Happy knowing I could die on the street. Just plain happy.
I layed on the ground for a long time. I could see a pool of red penetrating the
cloth on my shoulder. After what I had found out... After what I had gone through... I
decided I had had enough. My moved my right arm, which was under my body, to the
ginzuishou. 'Please Ginzuishou,' I silently prayed, 'Please. Let me leave. Let me leave
this horrible life. I wish to die. Let go...' "Let go... Let me die!" My voice was
hoarse and gravely. A bright light penetrated my body and I knew no more.
*************
"Such trials you've gone through, little one." A figure, shrouded in darkness,
replied at seeing the bright heavenly light engulf the girl. "You must know however, that
nothing is easy. But, your life hasn't been pretty. I might get into trouble for it, but
I can't let you die, little one."
The figure lifted a hand, and a small ball of blue light formed there. The figure
said some mysterious indistinguishable words and the ball of light and energy flew away
towards the girl in the bright light.
"Little one, that is all I can do. Live and be happy there, please." The figure
turned, and a wisp of violet-grayish hair flew over the figure's shoulder, and then the
figure vanished.
*************
The ball of blue light collided with the white light, and there was a blinding
flash of colors. When everything was visable again, the girl was gone, any indication
that she was there before was gone.
*************
"Arggghhhh!!! C'mon Kakoroto! I'm tired of playing games, you weakling!!!"
A vein pulsed in Vejita's head, showing his anger and frustration at not being able to
spar at the ultimate level.
"Awww! Vejita!! The only reason I'm sparring right now is because you wanted
to spar so badly! Why didn't you ask Trunks to spar with you?" 'Kakoroto' responded.
Vejita humphed, "Kakoroto, you mate really does have you on a chain, doesn't she?"
Goku just glared at Vejita. He loved Chichi, no one should talk about her like
that. Trunks and Gohan walked out of the Capsule Corp. building. The two boys walked out
to the makeshift battle grounds.
"Otousan, can we spar now?" Gohan asked. Gohan was a good looking boy of at least
14, he had black hair and warm black eyes. The second boy, Trunks, had light purple hair,
and ice blue eyes. Trunks looked at the man who was his father. Technically. He was
baby Trunks' father, not his. His father was dead from the androids... Sometimes, he liked
having a father, but other times Vejita was stubborn, arrogant, and hotheaded. But still
a man who he could look up to, if only secretly. Trunks was about 17 years old and very
muslcular.
Suddenly, a bright light lit up the sky and vanished. An object fell from the sky
a little ways away from where they were. Vejita, Goku, Gohan and Trunks looked up to the
sky, they all felt power. Not necessarily evil power. But power, and lots of it. All
four thought something different at that very moment.
Gohan: Please let this be ok. I don't want people to be in danger anymore!
Goku: I hope whatever, or whoever it is, is friendly.
Vejita: Hmmm... With a power like that, the opponent should be a worthy one.
Trunks: Why do they come? Have we got an enemy radar on this planet or something?!
Please let it turn out ok.
Goku looked to the others. "Well, I suppose we should go see what that was." He
floated into the air, "Coming?" And he flew off.
"Oh no, Kakoroto!! You're not getting all of the fun!!" And Vejita flew off after
Goku.
Gohan just looked to Trunks and shrugged his shoulders. Then the both of them flew
off to where the object landed.
*************
Goku searched through the trees. As he was flying earlier he could sense that the
power level was fading slightly, like the owner was losing energy. The power was a big one,
definitely one not to take lightly. But he was actually concerned, the owner was losing
energy, they could be dieing! He listened carefully to the sounds of the forest. Nothing.
That worried him at bit more. Usually he could hear things moving around. He just heard the
usual noises of the forest.
"Kakoroto! Why didn't you wait?" Vejita growled as he touched down on the ground.
"Vejita, please don't yell. You might scare whoever is here away."
Vejita humphed, "A bunch of weaklings if they're scared so easily."
Trunks and Gohan landed next to the two men. "Otousan? That power is fading... Can
you feel it?" Gohan looked to his father.
"Hai." He replied, still searching with his eyes and ears. Goku flew off a few
yards and stopped. He looked to the ground, shock written all over his face. His features
turned to anger, and then worry.
Trunks noticed his sudden halt and flew over to where he was standing. He looked
and something that horrified him. How could anyone do this?
They both saw a girl who looked about 15 years old. Her school uniform was ripped
and torn in a few places, her blonde hair was matted with dried blood, and her shirt was
soaked in red and brownish colors. Her leg was twisted in an unthinkable postion, signaling
that it was most likely broken.
Goku lifted her shirt up where the most blood was at. He found a large gaping wound
on her right side. He examined it a bit closer and concluded it was made with a knife of
some sort. He then checked for a pulse. He found one, yet very faint. He picked her up
very gently and carried her over to Gohan and Vejita. Vejita scowled while Gohan looked
throughly worried.
"We should take her to Bulma," Goku said, "She'll be able to do something for her."
The others nodded and and flew back to Capsule Corp.
So.... did'ya like it? I hope so. Now I have three fics out and I'll have to
organize my time to keep updating them all. So don't get all mad if the chapters don't come
out quickly. That's kinda why its been more than a week since the last chapter of That Time
Old Feeling was posted, I had the idea, and had to go through with it before I lost it. SO,
please review and tell me how you liked it. **I WANT AT LEAST 25 REVIEWS IN ORDER FOR ME TO
CONTINUE, K?** I know it's a high number, but I have to make sure enough people like this for
me to continue. Please review!! Take care! Ja ne! ~Bunny-chan
Email: Bunny_chan85@hotmail.com
The Simple Life
Prologue
11/20/00
Ossu minna-chan!! Welcome to the first installment of my DBZ and sailormoon
crossover!! Wonderful, ne? This takes place after the SuperS season in sailormoon
and after the Cell saga. Enjoy!! ^_^ Oh! And one thing. I don't own Bishoujo
Senshi Sailor Moon or Dragonball, Dragonball Z, and Dragonball GT!! So don't sue, I
like my stuff right where it is! ~_^
What makes the world go round? I'm not sure... It has to be some predestined
thing. Everything has a place... it should have a place anyhow. I wonder if it's
possible to break away from destiny. I don't want to be tied down to something I'll
never ever be happy with. But that's my opinion. Some people are totally content
with having their lives planned out for them, I'd say that those people have weak
minds and hearts. They've abandoned their precious dreams. They've lost the will
and heart to fight... perhaps that's what happened to me.
My friends are no longer my friends. The people whom I have grown up with
and battled numurous youma with, have betrayed me. I was always treated as a child
when I was with them. An inexperienced child who knew nothing of the real world. An
innocent who had never spilled blood. I knew alot more that then they thought I did.
I had not spilled the blood of a human, but of many youma. I was not battle hardened,
but emotionally hardened. During some point in time, my friends had decided that I was
no longer fit to lead a team of fighters. The inners shunned me. The outers had no
idea of what the others had decided for me. They were gone somewhere... I had wished
that I was with them. My life was... There's no word to describe what I went through.
Mamoru. I've concluded that he's the cause of it all. Sure.. he's the
crown prince of the Earth, and I'm destined to be his wife and Queen... But I don't
want it. Not after I found out what he did. I'm not going to go into details mind
you, but, it was not a nice thing. At least from my end. That man should not be
near alcohol and women at the same time. I can't go into the story now, I'm still
not healed from it. Emotionally and physically. I'll tell you one day. Soon, maybe
soon.
The point of my ramblings so far was to tell you how I ended up in the position
I did. Well, let me tell you, it's been some ride. First off, my name is Usagi. I'll
be sixteen in three and a half months. I've always been smart. It was a given. I never
needed to do school work, thus, I failed purposely. I already knew everything I needed
to know from grades one through twelve. I was even studying college courses in my free
time. When no one was looking of course. I was also training in what little free time
I had, which wasn't much. But, one day, I found out Mamoru had gotten carried away on the
alcohol one night. Which caused him to sleep with numerous other women, almost beat a
man to death, narrowly evade the police, and still participate in the sport known as
beating your girlfriend.
I knew that he was drunk. I could smell him a mile away, and I'm not
exaggerating. He had done it before... overdone it with the liquor then find me and try
to either seduce me or beat me. This time he went too far.
I hadn't done anything up until then because in my logic, I had a thousand years
to try and shape him up. 'Blind love' I called it.
Mamoru. After my encounter with him, I found myself sprawled on the ground, crying.
My tears were mixing with the blood that was seeping from my torn side. I couldn't feel
my left leg... everything was hazy. All I could remember was Mamoru telling me he would
be happy. Happy with her. Happy with what he had done. Happy with what was waiting for
him at his apartment. Happy knowing I could die on the street. Just plain happy.
I layed on the ground for a long time. I could see a pool of red penetrating the
cloth on my shoulder. After what I had found out... After what I had gone through... I
decided I had had enough. My moved my right arm, which was under my body, to the
ginzuishou. 'Please Ginzuishou,' I silently prayed, 'Please. Let me leave. Let me leave
this horrible life. I wish to die. Let go...' "Let go... Let me die!" My voice was
hoarse and gravely. A bright light penetrated my body and I knew no more.
*************
"Such trials you've gone through, little one." A figure, shrouded in darkness,
replied at seeing the bright heavenly light engulf the girl. "You must know however, that
nothing is easy. But, your life hasn't been pretty. I might get into trouble for it, but
I can't let you die, little one."
The figure lifted a hand, and a small ball of blue light formed there. The figure
said some mysterious indistinguishable words and the ball of light and energy flew away
towards the girl in the bright light.
"Little one, that is all I can do. Live and be happy there, please." The figure
turned, and a wisp of violet-grayish hair flew over the figure's shoulder, and then the
figure vanished.
*************
The ball of blue light collided with the white light, and there was a blinding
flash of colors. When everything was visable again, the girl was gone, any indication
that she was there before was gone.
*************
"Arggghhhh!!! C'mon Kakoroto! I'm tired of playing games, you weakling!!!"
A vein pulsed in Vejita's head, showing his anger and frustration at not being able to
spar at the ultimate level.
"Awww! Vejita!! The only reason I'm sparring right now is because you wanted
to spar so badly! Why didn't you ask Trunks to spar with you?" 'Kakoroto' responded.
Vejita humphed, "Kakoroto, you mate really does have you on a chain, doesn't she?"
Goku just glared at Vejita. He loved Chichi, no one should talk about her like
that. Trunks and Gohan walked out of the Capsule Corp. building. The two boys walked out
to the makeshift battle grounds.
"Otousan, can we spar now?" Gohan asked. Gohan was a good looking boy of at least
14, he had black hair and warm black eyes. The second boy, Trunks, had light purple hair,
and ice blue eyes. Trunks looked at the man who was his father. Technically. He was
baby Trunks' father, not his. His father was dead from the androids... Sometimes, he liked
having a father, but other times Vejita was stubborn, arrogant, and hotheaded. But still
a man who he could look up to, if only secretly. Trunks was about 17 years old and very
muslcular.
Suddenly, a bright light lit up the sky and vanished. An object fell from the sky
a little ways away from where they were. Vejita, Goku, Gohan and Trunks looked up to the
sky, they all felt power. Not necessarily evil power. But power, and lots of it. All
four thought something different at that very moment.
Gohan: Please let this be ok. I don't want people to be in danger anymore!
Goku: I hope whatever, or whoever it is, is friendly.
Vejita: Hmmm... With a power like that, the opponent should be a worthy one.
Trunks: Why do they come? Have we got an enemy radar on this planet or something?!
Please let it turn out ok.
Goku looked to the others. "Well, I suppose we should go see what that was." He
floated into the air, "Coming?" And he flew off.
"Oh no, Kakoroto!! You're not getting all of the fun!!" And Vejita flew off after
Goku.
Gohan just looked to Trunks and shrugged his shoulders. Then the both of them flew
off to where the object landed.
*************
Goku searched through the trees. As he was flying earlier he could sense that the
power level was fading slightly, like the owner was losing energy. The power was a big one,
definitely one not to take lightly. But he was actually concerned, the owner was losing
energy, they could be dieing! He listened carefully to the sounds of the forest. Nothing.
That worried him at bit more. Usually he could hear things moving around. He just heard the
usual noises of the forest.
"Kakoroto! Why didn't you wait?" Vejita growled as he touched down on the ground.
"Vejita, please don't yell. You might scare whoever is here away."
Vejita humphed, "A bunch of weaklings if they're scared so easily."
Trunks and Gohan landed next to the two men. "Otousan? That power is fading... Can
you feel it?" Gohan looked to his father.
"Hai." He replied, still searching with his eyes and ears. Goku flew off a few
yards and stopped. He looked to the ground, shock written all over his face. His features
turned to anger, and then worry.
Trunks noticed his sudden halt and flew over to where he was standing. He looked
and something that horrified him. How could anyone do this?
They both saw a girl who looked about 15 years old. Her school uniform was ripped
and torn in a few places, her blonde hair was matted with dried blood, and her shirt was
soaked in red and brownish colors. Her leg was twisted in an unthinkable postion, signaling
that it was most likely broken.
Goku lifted her shirt up where the most blood was at. He found a large gaping wound
on her right side. He examined it a bit closer and concluded it was made with a knife of
some sort. He then checked for a pulse. He found one, yet very faint. He picked her up
very gently and carried her over to Gohan and Vejita. Vejita scowled while Gohan looked
throughly worried.
"We should take her to Bulma," Goku said, "She'll be able to do something for her."
The others nodded and and flew back to Capsule Corp.
So.... did'ya like it? I hope so. Now I have three fics out and I'll have to
organize my time to keep updating them all. So don't get all mad if the chapters don't come
out quickly. That's kinda why its been more than a week since the last chapter of That Time
Old Feeling was posted, I had the idea, and had to go through with it before I lost it. SO,
please review and tell me how you liked it. **I WANT AT LEAST 25 REVIEWS IN ORDER FOR ME TO
CONTINUE, K?** I know it's a high number, but I have to make sure enough people like this for
me to continue. Please review!! Take care! Ja ne! ~Bunny-chan