A New Day

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come…


She poked her head out the open window, feeling the cool breeze on her face and the bright, warm sun against her skin. It was a beautiful spring morning. The dawn symbolized more than just a new day. Finally, it was the end of one part of her life and the beginning of another. She was growing up…an awareness that both excited and terrified her.

"Chibiusa! Are you up yet? You're going to be late for school!"

The girl turned her head sharply, near hitting her forehead against the window frame as she withdrew into her bedroom. "Coming!" she shouted back awkwardly. She sighed, giving herself a final look in the mirror, making sure both her hair and uniform were all in place. Her hair was freshly washed, done up in its usual bun-and-ponytail style, her pink ponytails extra large and bouncy. She had decorated her hair with two large red bows to match the red ribbon on her brand new uniform. Nodding satisfactorily, she grabbed her book bag and ran down the stairs.

In the kitchen, her mother, Usagi, was preparing breakfast, albeit haphazardly. She peered at her daughter with an impish smirk. "Bows, Chibiusa? Aren't you getting a bit too old for that look?"

Chibiusa gave a wry stare. "You're burning the pancakes."

"ACK!" Usagi jumped, noticing indeed that the pancakes had turned charcoal at the sides, and smoke was wafting from the pan at an alarming rate.

Chibiusa shook her head. Her mother was always like this. So clumsy. In fact, she often seemed less like an adult and more like a teenager, and felt more like an older sister than a mother. Chibiusa turned her head, noticing as her father, Mamoru, entered into the kitchen. He was dressed smartly in his business suit. He sniffed agitatedly, waving a hand in front of his nose.

"I think you have the stove on a bit too high, Usako," he muttered with a sly grin.

"Mamo-chan," Usagi murmured embarrassedly, her cheeks tinged red.

Mamoru averted his gaze to Chibiusa, and offered a warm smile. "Whoa, Chibiusa looks cute!"

Chibiusa beamed, ignoring her mother's glare on her. "Thanks, Papa! And of course, Papa looks so handsome!"

"Why, thank you," Mamoru chuckled softly, as he grabbed a cup and made some instant coffee. "Wow. I can't believe it. It's Chibiusa's first day of junior high school already."

Finally managing to finish making breakfast, Usagi grumbled something as she carried their meal over to the dining table. Chibiusa couldn't hear it clearly, but was certain it sounded like "still a little brat". Chibiusa frowned, decided to ignore it. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin the excitement of this day. It was her day.


"Morning," Chibiusa greeted happily. A girl abruptly glanced up from emptying her bag, her short, dark hair swishing at her shoulders as she met her gaze. It was her best friend, Hotaru.

"Good Morning, Chibiusa," Hotaru said softly, her violet eyes tapered with her smile.

"We're in the same class! Isn't it great?" said Chibiusa, taking the seat at a desk right next her, beside the windows. Hotaru gave a cheerful nod. They watched with anticipation as other students filled the room, some faces familiar, some not.

"Kyabetsu Kabuto and Furuta Matomo are here," Hotaru muttered gloomily, noticing the two boys enter. Kabuto was a very tall, broad-shouldered boy with black hair spiked back and upwards from a widow's peak. He had a thin, severe-looking face framed by thick sideburns. At his side, was his more handsome-looking best friend Matomo, who idly ran a hand through his unruly, reddish-brown hair. Both boys attended Juuban Elementary, Chibiusa's elementary school, and both had a track record of nothing but trouble.

"It's a miracle those two got into this school. I guess it pays to have lots of money."

It was a familiar voice.

The girls turned to see their friend approach, her dark hair styled in its usual bun. Following behind her was a tall boy with green hair.

"Momoko! Kyuusuke!" Chibiusa beamed, leaping towards them and bringing them both into wistful hugs.

Hotaru smiled. "You're in our class too?"

Momoko grinned. "Yup," she then tugged playfully at her skirt. "And these uniforms are cute, ne?"

The group continued a round of excited chatter, when at last, they heard heavy footsteps. It was their teacher. Although, with his brooding posture and muscular build he seemed more like a body builder than a teacher.

"Alright, class, settle down," he said in a gruff tone, hastily scratching his name on the board. He greeted them with 'Good Morning' and the class responded in kind. "Welcome to Saiyatsuki Junior High. My name is Supinachi-sensei, and this is your homeroom for the year."

Chibiusa watched intently as the teacher spoke, but the words went through one ear and out the other. Saiyatsuki. She still couldn't believe she was at one of the most prestigious schools, especially considering it had an entrance exam which was rare for most middle schools. Her hard work and studying had paid off at last. Furthermore, she was in a class with all her friends. Things couldn't be more perfect. She was bursting with joy.

"Now, I will call the roll," the teacher said, set to read through the list of students. Chibiusa waited eagerly, knowing her name would be near top on the list. Yet, the teacher's face formed a strange grimace as he stared down the page at a certain name.

"Briefs?" he uttered, scrunching up his nose and pursing his lip as his eyes scanned the room. "Briefs-kun?" he repeated.

The class gave way to hushed whispers. Some exchanged knowing glances. Chibiusa was confused; not at all knowing what it was about.

"He's not here?" whispered Momoko, glancing at her friends.

Beyond the classroom doors, there was an echoing of noisy girlish voices like a horde of fluttering bats throughout the hallways. It stopped only when someone yelled loudly for them to be quiet and go to their classes— likely an annoyed teacher. Next, footsteps came to the door and stopped. The door slid open with a creak. Standing at its frame was a boy. He stood with a single hand in his pants pocket, his blue eyes striking as they regarded the teacher with an odd kind of indifference. His hair was a pale, silvery purple, slightly messy as it hung in a parted fringe across his forehead. It seemed everyone in the classroom had stopped breathing in that moment, as not a sound could be heard. They simply stared.

"I'm late," he mumbled coolly. "Sorry."

The sensei, he himself overcome with shock, cleared his throat audibly. "Y-Yes. H-Have a seat, Briefs-kun."

The boy ambled into the room casually, eyes following him as he took an empty desk near the front and centre. The teacher hesitated for a split-second, before continuing to call the roll. Chibiusa gaped at the boy as he shrugged his bag from his shoulders and placed it on the floor. It was clear through the outline of his shirt that he had well-defined back muscles. Even his neck looked muscular. He looked incredibly strong for a kid. Out of the blue, the boy turned his head in the direction of the windows. Through the corner of his eye, he must have caught Chibiusa staring, as he then turned his head fully, making direct eye contact with her. Chibiusa jolted in astonishment, her eyes wide and face reddening like a strawberry.

"Chiba-san?" the sensei called.

"YES!" Chibiusa's voice unexpectedly came out as a high-pitched screech. Irritated groans could be heard throughout the class with students covering their ears, snickering or glaring reproachfully. Chibiusa shrunk into her chair. "S-Sorry," she stammered.

The sensei shook his head disapprovingly and continued on down the list.


It was just after school, and the group of friends sat under a large cherry tree outside the school building.

"That was strange," said Hotaru, trading glances with the others. "Sensei just let him in. He was almost scared of him it seemed. "

"Don't you know who he is?" said Momoko with a bewildered tone. "Trunks Briefs! One of the richest kids there is. His mother is a big-time CEO, after all."

Chibiusa stared, but didn't speak.

"CEO or not, that kid's a brat," grumbled Kyuusuke. "How can he just walk in late like that and on the first day? If it were any of uswe would have been in trouble."

"Yeah but…" Momoko started, a strange smile on her face and a faraway look in her eyes. "He's so handsome."

"You're kidding?" Kyuusuke scowled.

"I'm not! You think he's handsome, too, right? Hotaru? Chibiusa?" asked Momoko, leaning in with a persistent gaze.

"I guess…" Hotaru mumbled, nibbling uninterestedly on a cup of instant noodles.

Chibiusa still didn't speak, blushing slightly as she looked down into her lap. Still on her mind was the way he had looked at her, followed by that embarrassing incident in class. It was such a small, insignificant thing, but she was mortified about it.

"I bet he's a really cold guy that thinks he's better than everyone," said Kyuusuke, crossing his arms. "Personality matters way more than looks."

Momoko scoffed, mimicking his crossed arms. "Kyuusuke, you don't know anything. He's not just good-looking. I've heard that he's super good at everything. Top grades and excellent at sports. He's probably one of those quiet, misunderstood types. Besides, I bet he was only late for class because he couldn't get through the crowd of fan girls." She then cocked her head in the direction of a massive flock in the distance. Sure enough, at its centre was Trunks Briefs.

Chibiusa glanced side-long, noticing the way Trunks grinned smugly, his many female admirers hanging gleefully off his limbs. She scowled. There was nothing to misunderstand. He was definitely a playboy.

"Well enough about that," Kyuusuke said dismissively. "Let's talk about all the clubs we're joining this year! It's going to be great. I heard…"

Though the others began to chat enthusiastically, Chibiusa continued to stare into her lap. She didn't hear a thing.


Now I see a light in the sky
It's almost blinding…


A calm evening. A gentle breeze, leaves whistling, fluttering as though sending tender greetings from nature. The afternoon sky, a sheet of golds and blues, a stunning backdrop against pink and white cherry tree flowers. Chibiusa admired the beauty of it all, her graceful footsteps like that of a dancer as she strolled leisurely along the narrow sidewalk. She was on her way home from school. She hummed a soft tune and admired the many faces of those she passed. As she approached a bend, she noticed a familiar band of houses. Coincidentally, a boy was coming along down the adjacent street. He waved eagerly to her.

"Chiba-chan!" he said as he came to the corner. "Wah! It's good to see you."

Chibiusa's face glowed. It was Son Goten. He was a friend, a classmate from elementary school that lived in an apartment complex a few blocks from her house. She greeted him with a similar wave. "Hi! Did you just get back from school today?"

Goten nodded animatedly, his wild, spiked black hair trembling with his head movements. "Yeah, it was alright. How about you? I see you've got the new uniform! You look cute, Chiba-chan!"

A faint blush crossed her cheeks as she unconsciously fiddled with the ribbon about her neck. He was always far too kind. "Th-Thank-you," she uttered shyly.

They walked side-by-side, a bounce in Goten's step as he continued on cheerfully. "So how is Saiyatsuki? I heard a lot of rich kids go there."

"It's okay," Chibiusa said, recalling the events of her day. That probably was the best word to describe it. Nothing too extraordinary had occurred at all. Some introductions. Homework assigned. But then her thoughts suddenly whirred back to that morning, and to the boy that had caught her staring. She hadn't intended to 'stare' anyway. She was just doing what everyone else did. And yet, those slanted blue eyes landed and fixated on her. She felt the blush return. Why her?

Goten's eyes rolled up to the sky as he folded his arms behind his head. "Ah, it's really too bad that we don't go to the same school anymore. No way was I getting in though. You know, with my grades and all. And besides—it's just so expensive, the uniforms," He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and frowned. "Hey? Are you listening?"

Chibiusa snapped out of her daze, blinking with surprise. "Oh! Sorry, Goten-kun."

"You sure daydream a lot. Still." Goten snickered.

Chibiusa stuck her tongue out teasingly. "Only sometimes. I was just thinking about something that happened today."

Goten looked suddenly serious. "Oh, really? What?"

She shook her head once. "Nothing important." She then offered a bright smile. "But you know what's really interesting? Everyone's in the same class. Hotaru-chan, Momoko-chan, Kyuusuke-kun..."

"Oh," Goten said, his gaze downcast. "Everyone's together, huh? I guess that's nice."

Chibiusa regarded him with a pitying look, catching the sadness in his tone. "Goten-kun…"

"Well, this is it for me," he announced. The pair had finally arrived in front of the apartment block. Goten turned, his eyes arching with his broad grin. "See you later. Walk home safely."

Chibiusa nodded uncertainly. "Bye-bye," she uttered, waving as he disappeared through the door. She sighed and walked on. She felt badly about Goten. He was the only one of her friends who didn't make it into the same junior high school, instead settling for a smaller, less popular school. It was not for the lack of trying of course, for his mother was often very strict about studies. But he never quite had the aptitude for school, unlike his elder brother who went to the esteemed Orange Star International School, before going on to study at a top university, via scholarship. Needless to say, there was always an expectation for greatness in the Son household, but he was the baby in the family after all. He was given a free pass in life. Chibiusa didn't know much about Goten's father, though she suspected he wasn't around much. Either that or he was insufferably useless… like her own mother.

"I'm home," Chibiusa said as she removed her shoes upon entering the house. Her father wasn't back from work yet, but sure enough there was Usagi, fast asleep on the sofa with threads of drool dangling out her gaping mouth. Snacks she had been eating littered the floor. Typical.

Chibiusa sighed and headed up the stairs.


Chibiusa awoke the next morning, feeling much less excited than she did yesterday. Perhaps it was the novelty of finally becoming a high school junior quickly fading away, and the reality settling in that she had studies looming ahead of her. Maybe it was the unsettling conversation she had with Goten the afternoon prior. Or maybe it was just the apprehension that came with not meeting academic expectations.

Since the early half of the day was a rainy one, Chibiusa and her friends, along with most of her classmates, opted to eat lunch in their classroom.

"He's interesting. Don't you think?"

Chibiusa glanced over, overhearing a group of several girls in the class who were speaking loudly.

"He's just okay," said a pretty girl among them with short, chin-length hair. To Chibiusa, she resembled Hotaru, fair-skinned and slender, though her almond-shaped eyes were as black and shiny as her hair. In spite of being pretty, something about her demeanour was cold and aloof.

"But Mana-chan, if he asked you out, you would say yes, wouldn't you?" another girl asked her. "You both have good grades and are athletic. He'd definitely ask you for sure."

"You guys would make such a good a couple," one of the girls added in agreement.

"Right! Two good-looking people together. Like a fairytale school romance," a third girl sighed wistfully.

Mana frowned and crossed her arms. "He's not my type at all. People like him are the worst."

Kabuto, who was sitting with some boys in another corner, swivelled around to join in the conversation. "Say, you're talking about Briefs-kun?"

"Heh. That guy is way too full of himself. Just because he's filthy rich, he thinks he can get away with whatever he wants," said his friend, Matomo, who was sitting beside him.

"What's this? No one asked for your opinion anyway!" a girl snapped defensively.

"You're just saying that because your family's company was taken over by his," the other girl retorted.

"Besides, if we're talking about guys who are full of themselves, you sure you aren't talking about yourself?" sneered another.

Matomo frowned. "Hey—what do you know about me, anyway?" his eyes then shifted to Mana who seemed uninterested as she finished her lunch. He grinned. "Mana, why don't you try me, huh?"

Mana rolled her eyes, her voice steady and monotone as she said, "Nope. You're not my type either."

The group of girls exploded into laughter, as Matomo's shoulders drooped with defeat.

Chibiusa turned her attention back to her friends who had also been listening. Momoko shook her head.

"Typical. Talking about the poor kid behind his back," muttered Momoko.

It was true. Trunks was nowhere in sight. He must have gone off to eat his lunch elsewhere.

Kyuusuke scoffed. "I never thought I'd say it, but Matomo has a point. Capsule Corporation isn't huge for no reason. Obviously they've had to crush someone to get to the top."

"I'd hardly call Matomo crushed. His family is still super rich. They've been that way for ages," Momoko argued. "Besides that has nothing to do with Briefs-kun."

Kyuusuke wagged a disapproving finger. "It has plenty to do with him. He's probably just as unkind as the company he owns. What I want to know is, what's up with his Dad? We never hear anything about him."

Chibiusa tuned out from their argument, allowing her mind to wander. What was it about Trunks that made everyone go crazy? It was either that they loved him or hated him, but nothing in-between. There seemed to be no clear, valid reasons for either outlook. He was just a guy like any other to her.

Just then, the door slid open, and the room became a little quieter with loud chatter turning into hushed whispers. Trunks had come in at that moment. With a bored, apathetic -seeming look on his face, he stalked the aisles of desks until reaching and sitting at his own. Chibiusa observed as he brushed back his fringe from his face with his hands, before pulling out and poring over a large textbook. He didn't turn to look at the others or look up once. Nothing bothered him. He really didn't care about anyone or anything.

"Chibiusa?" Hotaru said, snapping her fingers before Chibiusa's face to draw her attention. "We were thinking of going to the new cake shop that just opened nearby. After school?"

Chibusa looked at them with a blank stare. "Oh."

"Do you want to come with us?" asked Momoko. "It's a really popular chain."

"I heard it's also an internet café with a gamers section, too. It's going to be so cool!" Kyuusuke gushed.

Chibiusa took it all in. A cake shop sure did sound like a lot of fun. "Mhm, okay! After school!"

Once the group finished for the day, they eagerly headed a few blocks away to the magnificent Tomodachi Sweets . As they greatly anticipated, it lived up to the hype. It was a lively, colourful place, its walls decorated with spotted wallpaper, then decked all around were many rows and shelves, high to the ceiling with different types of cakes, puddings and desserts in every flavour. Further in the back, shining out were the bright lights of a cheerful arcade. There were already a lot of kids and teenagers there.

"Why don't we put our allowance together and buy one big cake?" suggested Momoko.

"Chocolate fudge and peppermint! Definitely!" Kyuusuke said.

Momoko crossed her arms. "But I was thinking something more like butterscotch banana cream."

"Simple vanilla for me, personally," said Hotaru.

"But a strawberry cheesecake would be most delicious!" Chibiusa noted, gazing at a particularly succulent one behind a glass display.

"Ah, what to do? We all want different things," sighed Hotaru, looking dejectedly at the vanilla cakes.

"We can get the assorted cupcakes set. That way we will have many different flavours, right?" Chibiusa offered.

They agreed. After purchasing a set, they sat together at a table, happily eating. Chibiusa excitedly reached at a cupcake coated with a generous layer of whipped cream and a bed of candied raspberries. Short of taking a bite, one slipped off and landed on the white shirt of her uniform.

"Ugh," she moaned. She reached for a napkin.

"You have to wash it off or it'll stain, Chibiusa," warned Momoko. Chibiusa gave a reluctant nod, sliding out from her chair and to the restroom. Once she had gotten most of the stain out at last, she left the room with a sigh. Before she could make it halfway to her table, she noticed someone.

"Goten-kun!" she gasped.

The black-haired boy rounded sharply, his arms filled to the brim with cakes. "Oh, hi! What are you doing here?"

"I came here with some friends after school—"

"Ah, I came after school with a friend as well," Goten interjected with stars in his eyes. "Cake. So much cake...we couldn't pass up a place like this, of course."

Chibiusa nodded, eyes round with curiosity. "A friend from your school?"

Goten shook his head, unloading his pile of desserts onto a table. "Well, yours actually."

"Really?" Chibusa looked about confusedly.

Goten grinned, "Yeah! You should meet him, he's really cool. Hey, Trunks-kun!"

Chibiusa felt a jolt within her chest. WHAT?

The boy had been facing the other direction, his frame shadowed in by the dim of the arcade and masked by others in the way. He turned and ambled over, his eyes wide with surprise as they landed on Chibiusa.

"This is Chiba Chibiusa, Trunks-kun. Trunks Briefs, Chiba-chan," Goten introduced.

Chibiusa was stunned. They knew each other? How could it be? She realised that Trunks must have felt a similar feeling of awkwardness and confusion, as he continued to stare at her in the oddest way.

Goten beamed as he explained to her. "Our parents were friends growing up, so we've known each other for a long time. He actually goes to Saiyatsuki too." When neither seemed to bat a lash or say a word, he frowned. "Uh, did I miss something?"

"U-Um," Chibiusa stammered, timidly lowering her eyes. "We've met…we're in the same class, actually."

"Chee-be-oo-sa," Trunks uttered at last, knitting his brows. "What does it mean?"

Chibiusa's cheeks tinged fluorescent pink. Not only was she taken by surprise by the question, the way he said her name made her feel self-conscious. "Mine and my mother's name is Usagi. So I'm Chibi-usa."

He smirked, his eyes narrowed into mischievous half-moons. "Aha, I see now. That's why you've got the rabbit ears?" He then held his fingers behind his head, imitating the way the buns in her hair jutted outward.

Chibiusa knitted her brows disbelievingly. Had he just teased her?

"Goten-kun!"

Momoko's face was aglow with excitement as she ran over. Hotaru and Kyuusuke trailed behind.

"Oh, hi," Goten chuckled, idly scratching his head. "You guys are here, too?"

"I ran into him leaving the bathroom," Chibiusa explained, trying to distract herself from what had just happened. "We all came together."

Momoko smiled. "It's been a while since we saw each other..." her purple eyes rounded as they shifted, and fell on Trunks. She gasped audibly.

Goten seemed to notice, for he indicated towards Trunks, though not with the same zeal he had earlier when introducing him to Chibiusa. "Oh yeah, I'm here with my friend…but I take it you all know each other."

"Whoa! Lucky!" Kyuusuke said loudly and unrelatedly, hovering over Goten's cakes on the table. "You got red velvet. It looks so yummy!"

"Hey! I'm not sharing!" Goten exclaimed, rushing over with alarm.

Hotaru giggled as the two boys fought over the cakes, while Momoko, Chibiusa and Trunks mulled about uneasily. Chibiusa looked around anxiously, when she then noticed a purikura booth.

"Um, why don't we all get a picture? As a group!" Chibiusa said suggestively to Hotaru and Momoko, thinking perhaps it would be the easiest way to evade Trunks.

"Great idea!" Momoko chorused. She turned, and beckoned at the uncertain-looking Trunks. "Oh and you, too! Let's get everyone!"

Chibiusa flinched. No! She had meant a group of girls. Her plan backfired.

Before long, Momoko was grabbing Goten and Kyuusuke by the arms and dragging them into the sticker photo booth. The two boys gleefully practiced their poses with each other, grinning from ear-to-ear and pulling faces.

"Hey wait on the rest of us!" Hotaru chimed, pushing her way through curtains.

"You too, Chibiusa! Trunks!" Momoko said, surprising the pair by shoving them both in, followed by herself.

The friends hugged, and pressed their heads together. Trunks and Goten pulled silly faces while Hotaru and Chibiusa made cute poses. Momoko then forced her way towards the centre, causing Chibiusa to be nudged into a corner. That's when Chibiusa felt Trunks' chest against her back and shoulder.

He was right against her.

She tried to wiggle away, but it was in vain as they were all crammed in together like canned fish. Chibiusa's body tensed, feeling his warm breath mist on her neck. Sweat lined her forehead as she turned to look behind, daring to peek. Trunks was staring straight ahead, his mouth curled into an awkward line, as though he was trying with great effort to not frown or smile, or even look down. But it was as though something had drawn him in, for he looked down just then, meeting her eyes. It was just like the first day of school, when he had turned and caught her staring. Once again, he had caught her looking—and he wouldn't look away. Chibiusa felt the blush return to her face. Had time suddenly stood still? Something about him, his face, those eyes and that stare…all of it seemed familiar. Strangely enough, she couldn't look away either. Their eyes had become two magnetic ends.

"Say 'cheese'!" someone called.

A light flashed and at last, everyone tumbled out of the booth in a flurry of conversation and laughter.

"I want to see the pictures!" Kyuusuke said eagerly as the group gathered around the screen.

"These came out great," Hotaru noted admiringly, selecting photos and decorating them.

"They're awesome!" Kysuusuke exclaimed. "Let me pick too."

However, Goten and Trunks seemed to share odd reactions. Goten looked slightly confused while Trunks stared down at his feet, his face red. Both were silent.

"Hmm. That's interesting," Hotaru said with a sly grin, glancing sidelong at Momoko.

"Oh!" Momoko uttered, glancing at the screen, then Chibiusa.

Chibiusa, who had been standing further back and was blocked from view, being so much shorter than the others, shuffled in closer to see what everyone was looking at. Most of the pictures were of everyone smiling and posing; however, one of them was different. In that picture, Kyuusuke and Goten stuck their tongues out. Hotaru winked at the camera. Momoko held up both hands, fingers making V's. Then there was Chibiusa and Trunks, at the edge of the photo's frame, only gazing at each other…

Chibiusa brought her hands over her mouth to stifle her gasp. She watched with horror as the photo strips slid out from the machine.

"So cute! You guys look like a couple," Momoko gushed, snatching them up.

Chibiusa felt a racing sensation in her chest. She didn't dare look at Trunks this time. She stared weakly as Momoko handed her a reel of stickers. She clutched onto it with shaky fingers.

Someone had taken it upon themselves to insert an arc of pink hearts around them in the photo.

Chibiusa couldn't believe something like this had happened.

But there it was.

A photo. Proof.


Note:

This fanfic is inspired by many of the shoujo school girl harem, reverse-harem, slice of life manga/anime I've loved and still read sometimes. It's really an alternate universe story like Parallel Sailor Moon – with Sailor Moon and Dragon Ball Z characters (and a few OCs) but in a setting more realistic and normal. Because it's A/U, Trunks' personality is a weird Future Trunks/Chibi Trunks hybrid, but mostly Chibi Trunks.

This story takes place in Japan like the way Sailor Moon did…sort of.

Also: Goten is still younger than Trunks, but this time by several months rather than a whole year. So say Trunks' birthday is in January and Goten's Birthday is in November. So Trunks is 13, Chibiusa is 12 and Goten is 12. The school year begins on the 1st of April.

One important detail, this is actually a sequel to The Saiyamoon Dynasty, however it can be read independant from it. It's a completely different story after all.

Also, unlike Saiyamoon Dynasty, this story's plot is not set in stone, so I suspect I will update from time to time, and it will follow more casually. In short, it's really a just for fun story. ^_^