Shin Densetsu Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon: Reborn
By The Scribe of Legends
Author's Notes
For the those who are curious the title means New Legends Pretty Girl Guardian Sailor Moon: Reborn. It is an alternate universe of Sailor Moon featuring a mixture of the manga, anime, musicals, and live action series. while primarily based on the Japanese version, there will be influences from the English dubbed version - you'll see what I mean. There will also be influences from my imagination and other sources I've watched, including American and non-American television and novels.
Disclaimer
Sailor Moon is the original property of Naoko Takeuchi and all other respective holders. Any other copyright material is the property of its intended holders. No harm is intended.
Act One: Crybaby Usagi's Magnificent Transformation
Part One
She was alone in a strange place.
It looked like the ruins of some long ago civilization like Greece or Rome or Egypt but older. Somehow it felt older than even those ancient places. It also felt cold and eerie silent. There wasn't even any wind. Just the sad remains of once beautiful buildings and that heavy awful silence.
She shivered but not from the cold. This place was . . . wrong. It was all wrong. There was no life at all. No birds or small animals or even bugs which you could usually find anywhere. Her tears filled with tears. Why was she crying? Why did this place make her so sad?
Because it was wrong. It isn't supposed to be like this. It's supposed to be . . . different. She didn't know how but not like this. Anything but this.
A sudden noise badly startled her. A most strange sound in this eerie ruined place. The whisper of fabric and soft footsteps of someone walking. A perfectly ordinary sound but in the stark silence of this place it was both strangely loud and utterly out of place.
Torn between fear and curiosity, she waited for the owner of the footsteps to appear. And appear she did within heartbeats. The watcher felt her eyes widen in surprise.
The walker was a girl, no a young woman of maybe eighteen years. But something about her seemed older. Like the ruins, there was a sense of history to this woman. She was dressed in a white gown – simple but very beautiful and the fabric seemed to glow in the low light. A pair of gossamer wings graced her back. Her hair was white, no silver, as were her eyes. Strangely enough there was marking on her forehead – a gold upturned crescent moon right in the middle of her forehead, under her bangs. A similar symbol adorned her dress at the top at the strapless bodice. Somehow through, it seemed to fit her.
But what really startled her about the woman was the fact that she was familiar. She could swear she had never seen her before in her life but . . . she knew her. She knew her and felt her fear melt away at the sight of her. The ruins and the silence was still awful but somehow now that this woman was here, it seemed like everything would be alright.
The woman for her part did not seem to notice her but continued to walk purposefully toward the another section of the ruins. The watcher followed her, curious to see what she was doing.
The woman paused by a set of fallen pillars and knelt by something. What the watcher couldn't see but it seemed to be whatever the woman was looking for because she spoke.
"Good. They are still here."
The voice, gentle and soft, was just as familiar as the sight of her. the woman was speaking again, her hands stretch out in front of her, and her voice taking on an odd cadence to it. There was power in what she was saying, in what she was doing.
"Hear now these words
Of secrets hidden by time
The oldest of gods are invoked her
In this night and in this hour
I call upon the ancient power
Awaken the Guides.
Awaken the Star Guardians.
Awaken the powers."
As she chanted, the woman and everything around her began to glow. Soft at first but soon it was blinding. The watcher felt something shift inside her. Felt a knowledge, a power start to stir to life. Something on her forehead began to burn.
And then the woman turned in her direction, almost invisible in the power pounding around them. She looked directly at the watcher and for the first time seem to be aware of her. She walked toward her and placed gentle hands on her shoulders.
"It's still too early for that, young one."
She wanted to protest but in the wash of the power she could not speak.
"Don't worry, child, the right time is coming. It wouldn't be long now."
Warm lips pressed against the burning on her forehead and felt the dream shattered around her like so much glass.
Usagi Tsukino bolt upright in bed, eyes wide and breathing heavily. For single, terrifying moment, she didn't know where she was. Nothing was familiar. But the moment passed, her vision cleared and she recognize it.
She was in her own bed, holding her stuffed rabbit, in her own bedroom in her own house. Her breathing slowed as the fear faded, washed away by the sunlight and the stark comfort of her familiar room.
Not again, she groaned mentally.
She had been having that dream every night for nearly a month. Always the same dream and always the same sense of not knowing where she was when she woke up. It was all very weird and a little scary.
"Usagi! It is almost eight! You'll be late for school!"
Her mother's annoyed voice cut through her musing like a knife. She looked toward the clock and stared at the glowing red numbers confirming her mother's proclamation. 7:43. And homeroom started at 8:30.
"Damn!"
"And don't swear young lady!"
The chide was lost in Usagi's rush to get ready for school. Mumbling under her breath, she grabbed her school uniform out of the closet and hurriedly stripped out of her pajamas and into the uniform. The only advantage of a private school when she was this late was that she didn't have to pick out clothes AND do her hair. When your hair is nearly to your ankles, you have to think about stuff like that.
With the deft moves of long practice, she soon had her hair up in its characteristic dumplings with tails. Nodding to her reflection, she grabbed her backpack and run down stairs. Maybe she'd have just enough time to grab some toast or a granola bar on her way out.
"Mama, why didn't you wake me earlier?"
"I tried. I called four times and you answered each time."
"I did?" Granted, Usagi knew she was a heavy sleeper but that was a little ridiculous. Deciding toast would take too long, she pulled out a granola and a cereal bar out of their respective boxes and ripped off the wrapping.
"Yes, you did," Her mother looked up from her newspaper, one eyebrow arched. "And point of fact young lady, you are thirteen years old, almost fourteen, and ought to be able to set an alarm and get up yourself."
Usagi would have loved to been able to argue that point but she was already going to be late.
"Gotta go, Mama. See you after school." She called as she started for the door. She bend down for her shoes. Despite how she looked, both of her parents had immigrated to the States from Japan and retained some of the traditions. No shoes worn in the house was one of them (1).
"Serena?"
She paused, a small smile crossing her face. Her mother using her American name meant she wasn't angry any more. She only called her Usagi or young lady when she was upset with her. Which, given her tardiness and poor grades, tended to be a lot.
Serena wasn't a real name but a nickname. All of her official records had her as Usagi Tsukino but it was a fad and often an necessity for the Japanese kids in this town to adopt American style nicknames. The main reason usually being that most Americans couldn't seem to pronounce them right. Or remember how to pronounce them right.
She had taken the name Serena just after kindergarten. Neither her kindergarten or first grade teacher could pronounce Usagi and she tired of constantly correcting them. And she didn't want to be called Rabbit or Bunny as an alternative. Yes that was what Usagi meant and yes she like rabbits. That didn't meant she wanted to be called a rabbit. Usagi was one thing. Rabbit was another. A small distinction but one nevertheless.
And besides it wasn't as if she looked very Japanese to begin with.
"Yes Mama?"
"Aren't you going take your bento (2)?"
Usagi looked over her shoulder at her mother, holding the pink wrapped boxed lunch. Bento was another thing her parents had kept from Japan. Which was fine with her. Aside from sweets and the occasional treat of hamburgers or pizza, she actually preferred Japanese food.
"Thanks Mama," She grabbed the lunch, put on her other shoe, and left.
Once outside, she began to run. Fortunately her school wasn't far enough away that she couldn't run or walk there if necessary. A good thing since she frequently missed the bus. And she'd be able to make it with minimal lateness too. She didn't look like it but Usagi was very fast.
A yowl from her right stopped her dead in her tracks. A yowl followed by the raucous laughter of little boys up to no good. She looked in the direction of the sound and scowled. Three little boys had surrounded something on the ground and were poking and prodding it. Little boys she recognize. The brats thought it was cute to pick on the stray animals and sometimes people's pets by throwing rocks at them or tying cans to their tails or other stuff like that. Worse is that their parents didn't seem to see anything wrong with this behavior.
Well not this time, she thought to herself.
"Hey! Leave it alone!" she shouted and run toward them. While Usagi was rather short at only four feet eleven inches, she was pretty big to a trio of six year olds and they scattered before she got close.
"Rotten brats," she muttered to herself before kneeling down to see what had been done to their latest victim.
It was cat this time. Somewhat small and all black. Looks like they hadn't tried anything to its tail but judging by the string of cans laying on the ground that was next. What they had done was to slap a pair of band-aids on the cat's forehead. Taking those off was going to rip away a few hairs by the roots. That would sting and the cat probably wasn't going like it.
Speaking of not liking something, the cat seemed to realize that it was being held and was struggling to get loose.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I – Ow! I'm trying to help you."
The cat seemed to calm down and just looked at her for a moment. Then it meowed sadly and pawed at the band-aids on its forehead.
"You want those off, huh? Can't blame you but this is going to sting a little bit." Usagi warned as she gripped the corner of one of the band-aids. Fortunately the way they were crossed, removing one would remove both. Why she was talking to cat like a person escaped her but it felt right.
She pulled and the cat meowed sharply as, as predicted, the band-aids pulled away some black fur along with it. But the cat didn't scratch her which she was thankful for. She looked down to smile at the cat and received a shock that froze the smile half-way.
Right on the cat's forehead was a gold upturned crescent moon. Just like the lady in her dream. She stared at the cat in disbelief. It couldn't be a bald spot from the band-aids. It was too neat. And a bald spot wouldn't be gold like that. For its part, the cat seemed to be staring back with equal intensity with a pair of crystal-blue eyes.
The blare of car horn nearby seem to break the spell. Usagi abruptly remembered that she supposed to be going to school and was probably really late now. She hurriedly put the cat down and picked up her lunch.
"Sayonara neko-san! (3,4,5)" she called out over her shoulder as she dashed toward school, her mind already ignoring the weirdness and focusing on getting to school before her teacher blow a gasket.
It was too late for that apparently because as soon as she burst through the classroom door, tardy slip in hand, she found herself pinned by the glare of her teacher, Sakurada Haruna.
"Tsukino-san, I will see you before lunch, do you understand?" she asked in Japanese, her voiced carefully controlled, mercifully not yelling at her in front of the entire class.
"Hai, sensei (6,7)," Usagi answered, her head bowed. Since Haruna had been kind enough to minimize her embarrassment by not yelling and giving the order to see her in a language that only four people in the room including herself and Haruna understood, she responded in kind.
She quietly took her seat, ignoring the snickers of some of her classmates. While they didn't know exactly what Haruna had said, the tone was pretty clear. Her best friend Naru gave her a sympathy look but wisely did not speak.
Usagi flopped to the ground by her favorite tree, unable to enjoy the chance to be outside in the sunlight instead of the stuffy school building. This day completely and totally sucked. First, that stupid dream. Then, she oversleeps and is late for school. Then she discovers she fluked a test and Haruna yells at her making her miss half the lunch period. She groaned and buried her face in her knees.
"Haruna was pretty mad, wasn't she?" Naru's gentle voice asked.
"Yes."
"Detention?"
"No. Just extra homework since I also bombed our test."
"I don't get it, Usagi-chan (8). You speak Japanese fluently and you're still bombing Japanese."
"Speaking it isn't the problem. It's reading and writing it. My kanji (9) sucks, Naru-chan," Usagi explained, looking through her hair at her best friend.
Naru's full name was actually Molly Naru Osaka. She was half- Japanese, half-Irish but had been mostly raised by her Irish mother. The only reason Molly, or Naru-chan as Usagi preferred to call her, spoke Japanese as well as she did was because she and Usagi had been friends since kindergarten and she spend almost half of her life (okay half the weekends of her life) at the Tsukino residence. Usagi's parents encouraged their children to use Japanese at home so they could speak their parents' tongue just as well as they could English.
Because Naru could pronounce it properly and was her best friend, she was pretty much the only person who called her Usagi instead of Serena. Likewise, Usagi was the only one to call her Naru instead of Molly.
"Cheer up, Usagi-chan," Naru said, sensing how upset she was starting to get. Naru was like that. Considerate and sweet. "We'll study together for the next one. I didn't do as well as I would like either."
Usagi raised her head from her knees smiling and started to thank her but was interrupted by a familiar and usually unwelcome voice.
"Having problems with a test, Serena? Molly?"
Usagi turned her head to glare at another classmate, Melvin Umino. Like Naru, he was half-Japanese and had been mainly raised by his non-Japanese parent. Unlike Naru, Melvin did not speak a word of Japanese nor understood any of the customs. The closest he got was a liking for anime and some of the food.
Truth be told Usagi liked anime and manga too but Melvin mostly liked the ones with girls in tight clothing or short skirts with a lot of panty shots or ridiculously huge breasts. Probably because he was a guy and a nerd.
Not even a semi-cool nerd like their other classmate Amy Mizuno. The nerdest thing about Amy was her top marks and how her nose was always in a book. Usually a thick one. Usagi didn't know her personally but thought she was nice. She didn't act mean or call anyone names. Amy did not talk much at all. Maybe she was shy.
Melvin wasn't shy, usually, though he was easy to intimidate and got easily flustered. But in addition to having high marks and a love for thick books about boring things, he looked like a nerd. His brown hair was always a wild mess, he had braces, and his glasses were so thick, they made his eyes look weirdly distorted. Big and bugling like a bug or a fish. Also, his uniform never seem to fit right – always been a little big or a little too small. And it was always wrinkled. Probably because the bullies were forever shoving him into his locker.
Which Usagi had to admit she didn't approve of. Melvin was annoying, a nerd, and little gross but was pretty nice. He didn't mind tutoring struggling students and never got impatient about it. He had tutored her in a math a few times and never lost patience with her once. They only picked on him because he got good marks and was smaller than them. Maybe she should introduce him to her cousin – his best friend was just as nerdy and bookish as Amy and Melvin but Touma could defend himself. Courtesy of uncle's martial arts lessons, of course. And if anyone needed self-defense lessons it was Melvin.
"You can't help, Melvin. You aren't taking Japanese." Naru explained, trying to remain polite. Usagi knew Melvin grated on the redhead's nerves and rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't dislike him. He just annoyed her.
"Oh." He looked disappointed. "Cheer up. Can't always get a perfect score. Even I screw up sometimes. See?"
He held up a test – math by the looks of it – but his ninety-five at the top was much preferable to her thirty. Usagi's eyes watered. Her parents were going to be so disappointed and Shingo would make fun of her.
Seeing her expression, Naru quickly spoke, "Did you guys hear that Sailor V appeared again?"
"Sailor V?" Usagi asked, curious. Something about that name struck a chord inside her.
"Yes. She caught some robbers that were holding up a jewelry store!"
"Wow!" Usagi said and smiled, impressed. "Who is Sailor V?"
"Not be so impressed when you don't even know who Sailor V is!" Naru exclaimed.
"Sailor V is superhero who started appearing a few weeks ago," Melvin said. He fished something out of his backpack. "A heroine of justice in a schoolgirl's uniform."
The something turned out to be a newspaper and he held it out for Usagi and Naru's inspection. On the front page was blown up color photo of a girl in what bore a remarkable resemblance to school uniform. Through Usagi doubted that any school had their skirt that short. It barely looked long enough to cover her underpants. She also doubted they have gloves and eye-mask as part of their uniform.
The girl appeared to be leaping between one building and another, a small lithe white figure jumping with her. It looked like a cat but it was hard to tell. It was nighttime in the picture and the quality wasn't that great.
"If rumors are right, Sailor V first appeared in London, did a brief stint in New York, and is now here." Another quality of Melvin's – he knew all the gossip whether they were just for the school or the world. How was anyone's guess but if Melvin didn't have the dirt, there wasn't any dirt to be had.
"Are all the pictures this bad?" Naru asked.
"Most of them," Melvin admitted. "Only one photographer, Peter Parker in New York for the Bugle, was able to get any decent shots. Unsurprising since he is the guy who gets those great shots of Spiderman."
"Maybe the Daily Planet in Metropolis or one of those Gotham newspapers should recruit him. Then maybe there'd be a decent pictures of Superman and Batman," Naru said, her eyes bright at the thought. She had a quasi-crush on many of the heroes out there. Usagi couldn't blame her since she could see the appeal. What girl wouldn't want to be rescued by a knight in shining armor?
"I'm glad they caught the robbers through." Naru said. "Before Mom's store got robbed. And that reminds me, Mom's been having a sale. Even we can afford some of it. Want to check it out?"
"Yeah!"
"Has the Ginzuishou (10) been found?"
"No, Your Majesty."
At the negative reply, Her Majesty frowned. They had been searching for that blasted relic for years and still not a trace of it. Useless the entire lot of them.
"Our great ruler wants a plentiful amount of energy. If you cannot obtain the Ginzuishou, then we will have to collect human energy." Beryl's frown deepened. Human energy was the back-up plan and not the preferable one. Queen Metallia did not just want energy. She needed energy. Already the delays had caused the spirit to fade away to almost nothing.
That she could not allow. Not until the entire world lay at her feet as it should. She allowed herself a small smile at that pleasant thought. The White Queen was not here to stop her this time. And if that wretched princess had been reincarnated here, it would be no trouble and much pleasure to crush the life out of that wretched little thief.
"Queen Beryl?"
The voice interrupted her thoughts was accompanied by the familiar form of her general. Jasper was the first of her Generals, the most powerful and adept of her servants. He was also a near perfect match for the man whose power and appearance he had stolen. The effort had not been easy but well worth it. The look of betrayal in the fire witch's eyes when Jasper had attacked the Silver Throne had been most sweet.
"Yes Jasper?"
"I request you leave the task of gathering the energy to me, Your Majesty. My servant Morga has already started collecting it."
"Very well, Jasper. I shall leave it in your capable hands."
"Thank you, your majesty."
Usagi was shocked by the crowds at Jewelry OSA-P. It wasn't the biggest store in the center and the nature of its merchandise, most of it real instead of costume jewelry, attracted a rather small clientele. This was more people than she had ever seen at the store.
The reason why soon became obvious by the big signs all over the place marking things anywhere from fifty to ninety percent off. And Naru's mother shouting things over the noise of the crowd with a megaphone. Even Naru was shocked.
"This is weird." Naru said, starting to look worried.
"How? All the people?" Usagi asked.
"That. And this," she said, gesturing to one the cases marked with a sale sign. "That set is very old and made of yellow diamonds. It is virtually priceless and is only in here for display purposes. Mama always said if she was going to sell it, it would have to be at an auction."
Usagi looked at the display and the ninety percentage mark off poster on the case. and all of the others, made of cheap construction paper and poster board. Completely at odds with the sophistication Mrs. Osaka always displayed.
"You're right. It's weird. Maybe we should check to see if your mom is really okay? Maybe she's got some kind of brain fever or something? High fevers can make people strange, right?"
"Okay"
Morga was pleased. This operation was working better than she expected. Humans were so easy to manipulate and crush under foot. It had taken no effort at all to subdue the human running this place and take her place. Even her own brat didn't seem to notice the difference between Morga and her mother.
Furthermore Lord Jasper was pleased by her progress. And when Lord Jasper was pleased, Queen Beryl was pleased.
"Mama?"
It was the brat. Morga pasted on a fake smile and greeted the child cheerfully.
"Darling, back from school already?"
"Yes. Mama, about this sale-?"
"Who is this dear?" Morga cut her off, gesturing to the other brat with her. A brat with unusually strong energy. Even stronger than the woman's brat who also had unnatural high energy of a human. After spending the last several days surrounded by weak humans, she could tell the difference was stark.
"Mama, you know Serena. We've been friends forever."
"Oh, Serena, right. Sorry dear, had a moment there."
"It's alright." The girl answered but not with exchanging a look with the other brat.
"Come, come, Serena, I want to show you something."
She had to get this girls energy. The woman's brat lived with her and it would be easy to collect her energy just before she left but who knows where this blonde brat would be by then. So when she caught the girl's longing gaze at one of the diamond rings, she seize the chance.
"Would you like this one, Serena?"
"Very much," she said but looked at the price display and cringed. "But I don't have six thousand (11) dollars, Mrs. Osaka."
"Of course not silly but since you're Naru's friend, I'll sell it to you for three hundred sixty-two (12)."
"Three hundred sixty-two from six thousand?" Both brats exclaimed loudly. It attracted the attention of the crowd which immediately surged around them. Morga growled in frustration as the brats were sweep away in the crowd.
Several tense minutes after the crowd surged around them, Usagi and Naru managed to pushed their way out. Usagi had never seen such crazy behavior. Those women had all but thrown her and Naru away from counter. She was going to have bruises on her arms, she was certain. She was also certain that she had lost some hair trying to escape the crush. Naru looked equally ruffled.
"I never want to go through that again."
"Agreed." Naru nodded. She looked back at the crowds and her mother, a worried frown on her face. "Mama is acting so strange. She called me Naru. She always calls me Molly. It was the name she picked for me and it was grandma's name."
"That is weird." Usagi agreed and looked at her watch. And gulped. Was it really that late already? Dinner would be done soon and Mama expected everyone home on time for dinner. Bad enough that she still had that test score. She didn't need to be late for dinner too.
"I have to go Naru-chan. Call me if you want to talk, okay?"
"What if your mother takes away your cell phone for your grades or being late again?"
"I'll tell her about how weird your Mom is acting. She knows I wouldn't lie about something like that. Mama will call your mother to see what is wrong."
"You're right." Naru said, smiling. Usagi knew she would too. Ikuko Tsukino was one of those mothers who didn't know her children's friends. Nope, she made it a point to know their friends, talked to their parents, and she checked up. Anything this weird would raise all of her mother's red flags.
"Bye Naru-chan."
"Bye Usagi-chan."
Usagi sighed as soon as the door closed. She pulled out at her test, half-hoping the grade fairy had visited and had at least made it a C. No such luck. The big fat thirty and F remained on the paper.
I should have studied harder, Usagi thought. And in a fit of despair and temper, crumbled the test in a wad and tossed it over her shoulder. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
"That hurts, Odango Atama (13)!" growled an annoyed male voice.
She cringed. She must have hit someone with that paper and turned to apologize before the entirety of what the man had said penetrated. Odango Atama? She glared at him, a glare that only intensified when she saw the crumpled test paper no longer crumpled.
"Thirty percent? You need to study harder , Odango Atama."
"Thank you, Dr. Oblivious!" she snarled, grabbing the paper out of his hands. She glared up – considerately up, jeez this jerk was tall – at the man. "And where do you get off calling me Dumpling Head?"
"Because it fits. Don't make your hair into dumplings if you don't like it being pointed out, Odango Atama." He answered with a smirk.
"Mind your own business!" she yelled and stuck her tongue out at him. Not the most mature of responses but it made her feel better. Stomping away made her feel even better.
"Rotten jerk. Calling people names for a simple accident," she muttered. She paused and glanced back to give the jerk another glare. He was looking inside OSA-P. His expression was hard to tell with those sunglasses covering his eyes. Good looking guy. Tall, well-built with overdoing the muscle, rich black hair. Too bad he was such a jerk.
She continued to walk away, pausing only by the arcade. There was a big poster on the window advertising the Sailor V game. The cartoon picture of the heroine vaguely looked like the one in the newspaper.
"Wonder what's like to be Sailor V? Bet she doesn't have to study or have weird jerks insult her for no reason. Just beat up the bad guys and look cool," She said before sighing wistfully. And stifled at thought of showing this awful test to Mama. She wondered if she'd be able to explain about Naru's mother before her mother got completely unreasonable.
Unseen, a pair of blue eyes watched her from the shadows of the alley.
"Usagi Tsukino, I've finally found you."
To be continued . . . .
Translation Notes
As a fan of anime, most of you probably already know all of this but for those who don't:
1: Japanese people removed their shoes upon entering their homes, wearing either slippers or stocking feet inside. This is partly for cleanliness to avoid tracking a lot of dirt in the house and partly because tatami mats break if stepped on by shoed feet. Sometimes even slippers will break tatami mats. Tatami mats are those straw floor coverings used in many Japanese homes – sizes vary from region to region. Even if the house doesn't have any tatami mats or only in one room, the custom is still observed.
2: Bento is a single-portion takeout or home-packed meal common in Japanese cuisine. A traditional bento consists of rice, fish or meat, and one or more pickled or cooked vegetables in a box-shaped container. Japanese homemakers often pride themselves on making good bento lunch for their spouse, children, (and sometimes themselves) and will spend a great deal of time and energy preparing them.
3: Sayonara is simply "good-bye."
4: Neko is "cat."
5: -san is an honorific. It carries the meaning of "Mr.", "Mrs.", "Ms.", or "Miss" but used more extensively than its English counterparts. Even an enemy might be addressed as –san.
6: Hai is "yes"
7: Sensei is "teacher" or "professional" or "master". Can used as a form of address by itself or as an honorific. For example, Usagi could call Haruna either Sensei or Haruna-sensei.
8: -chan is an honorific. It can be used as either a diminutive (like with small child) or between those that are grown to indicate affection.
9: Kanji are Chinese characters that are used in modern Japanese writing system. Each character usually means one word. Japanese writing system also uses hiragana, katakana, and romanji. Usagi is noted in the Japanese version of the show to be extremely poor at using kanji (see the beginning of episode 104 in S to see an example).
10: Ginzuishou is the short hand name for the Maboroshi no Ginzuishou. It roughly translates as the Illusionary Silver Crystal or the Imperial Silver Crystal.
11: The original price of the diamond ring Morga offered to Usagi was 500,000 yen. According to converter I used, that is $6037.19 US. That converter used the current rates so it might have been a little different in 1992 when the show ordinarily aired but not by much.
12: The reduced price she offered Usagi was 30,000 yen which equals 362.23 US dollars. Easy to understand why she and Naru were so shocked, ne?
13: Odango Atama is of course "Dumpling Head." It is Mamoru's favorite nickname for Usagi for much of the first season and the beginning of the second. We called it Meatball Head in the dubbed version. Haruka and Seiya are later taken to calling her Odango as does Rei occasionally.