Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragonball Z.

Author's Notes: This story came to me when I was half asleep one morning. I let the idea percolate in my head for a few days. Then, while I was at a small convention, I just *had* to write it, so I took the steno notebook I was carrying for quotes and started scribbling. The first three parts were written longhand then put into a friend's laptop in our hotel room.

Enjoy!

Let me know what you think of this...

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In a wooded area, far from civilization, there is a clearing, but that was all. No paths go to the clearing (in fact, there are no paths through the woods). It wasn't a large clearing, barely big enough for the small cabin in the center. The rhythmic thud of an axe hitting wood was the only sound. The thuds came from a woman of youthful appearance who was chopping wood for her stove.

Suddenly, she paused in her chopping and stared into space towards the west. Automatically, her hand brushed her silver bangs out of her blue eyes.

After a few moments, the woman gave a small sigh put her axe away, then entered her home.

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Two figures, one tall and one short, stood on Dende's lookout, watching the world below them.

"We're not going to win," the tall figure stated.

"I know. But, Piccolo, I have an idea," the shorter figure replied.

"You're getting into the guardian thing too well, Dende."

"Thank you."

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Two young boys, one with straight, lavender hair and blue eyes, the other with spiky black hair and black eyes, flew over the dense forest. Both were dressed in fighting gis.

"I still don't get it," the black-haired boy whined.

The lavender haired boy rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Goten. Dende wants us to find a warrior that lives in these woods. He should be easy to find since he's the only person living here."

"Oh," Goten replied. After a short period of quiet, he continued," Trunks? Could it be that house down there?"

Looking down, Trunks grinned and nodded. "Looks like it! Let's go find out!"

The two lost altitude rapidly and lightly touched down in front of the cabin.

Before the two could knock, the door opened. "Can I help you?" the figure in the doorway asked, staying in the shadows.

The boys glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, slightly worried. The person in the doorway didn't have a really strong ki; therefore they were no warrior in their mind.

"Boys?" the figure asked, concerned as it stepped out of the darkened doorway and into the light. "Are you lost?"

Both Goten and Trunks stared, eyes wide. Before them stood a young woman. Her clothing was normal; jeans, work boots, and a t-shirt. However, that was where the normality ended. She had hair that seemed to be made from spun silver, done up in small buns on each side of her head, with streamers of hair extending from the bottom of the buns almost to the floor. Her skin was pale and flawless, while her eyes were wide and clear blue.

"Boys?" she asked again, crouching down to their level.

"Sorry, ma'am," Trunks replied. "I think we have the wrong place."

"But, Trunks," Goten interjected, still staring at the woman, "Dende said there was only one person living in these woods."

The young woman stood up suddenly. "Dende-san sent you?" Shaking her head, she turned to re-enter her home. "Just one moment, I need to bank the fire. Then, we can leave."

Before the boys could protest, she had reentered the cabin. A few moments later, she returned. After shutting and locking her door, she turned to the boys. "I'm sure you two can get to the Lookout pretty fast, but I think my way would be faster." With that, she held out her hands for them to take.

Glancing at each other, the two boys shrugged and took her hands.

The young woman's eyes glowed silver as she softly said, "Cosmic Teleport."