Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z, if I did.. then whoot, good times.. but no, I don't... Sad times.
Two
As far back as my memory can take me, my mother has always told that a woman is only suppose to have room in her heart for one man. She always told me to forever love, honor and if one has to keep him in line by sheer force, at all times.
That's why magical fry pans were invented and why I learned and used martial arts.
I found myself envious of my parents and their relationship. Sure, it hit a couple of speed bumps… considering that my dad keeps on dying and coming back to life. I think my dad has hit zombie statues by now.
When I was little I used to think that my mom was crazy. For various reasons but the biggest one was because of what would happen at midnight every night at our house. I started noticing when I was five. I used to wake up in the middle of the night; the only way I could get back to sleep was with the comfort of my favorite comforter.
Yes, you guessed it…
A midnight snack.
To get to the kitchen I would have to pass by my mother's room. As I would tip-toe by it I would find myself hearing my mother talking. At first I had thought that my mom had an imaginary friend just like me. She would tell her "friend" about her whole day, reciting it to the very last detail. Then she would continue to retell every little thing that happened to me and my brother's. How were doing in school, how we were getting along with our friends, and our health. Mom just kept on babbling on and on, I was surprised at how much her "friend" wanted to suffer through all this.
It was like that random soccer mom at the dry cleaners that had to share pictures, tales and brag about how her children were the best/cutest thing that ever graced this Earth.
It was like, c'mon mom, stop, it's embarrassing.
But, as much as it was embarrassing it was oddly comforting. I would find that after I would pick out my midnight snack I would end up sitting next to my mom's bedroom door. I would listen to her for what seemed like hours, being lulled to sleep by her voice.
This would happen frequently, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why my mother didn't say anything about waking up in the morning to find me camping out in front of her bedroom door.
Ah, strange parent.
I guess this would be considered a security blanket.
It took me years to figure out that my mom wasn't at all crazy, but in actuality quite sane. Her imaginary friend had actually been my father, communicating from Other World. My mother had been keeping my father updated on the day to day happenings of our family so it felt like he wasn't missing a thing being… 'ya know, dead.
My security blanket became my very own midnight soap opera, popcorn and butter included.
After my mom's take of our day, she would get really quite. I guessed that it then my father's turn to retell his day. Which I think went a little something like this. Today I trained really hard, and then I ate a lot, afterwards I passed out. Next day, repeat. After this little gold nugget of information was shared, was when things got interesting.
At this point is where I would whip out my chocolate creamed filled Ho-Ho.
My parents, well actually my mom- cause she was the only one I could hear- would start with the…
I love yous.
I can't stand to be apart from you.
I can't breathe without you.
All I can see and think about is you.
Love. Love. Love.
You. You. You.
Come home now!
It wasn't till I was seven that my dad was able to do the very thing that my mom had wanted. And my midnight soap opera and snack time had to come to an end. Cause instead of talking at midnight they were up doing, well, each other.
What child can be lulled to sleep by the sounds of their parent's lovemaking?
Ew.
Gross.
Puke.
Nevertheless, I did envy their relationship. I wanted that to be me and Vegeta one day. To have a connection so powerful that death couldn't even separate us. I knew that Vegeta had died not once but twice already, I wonder if he did the same with that aqua haired woman. Naw, if they did, all that was discussed was positions of the karma sutra. Not anything lovey-dovey. Prince Vegeta was waiting for me to do that.
No love for thunder thighs.
At the tender age of seven I found myself in the market for a new security blanket. It came in the form of a ripped piece of blue spandex.
Besides my mom's and my families happiness, one of the other great things about my dad's zombie like return from the dead was that Vegeta came over now. At that age I had always wished that he would one day come over to play house with me, joining me later for a tea party. Instead he would drop by to come and spar with my father. Every time I, along with my twin and Trunks would sit on the sidelines glued to every punch and kick.
Goten and I had always said we were there to cheer on our father but you know I secretly was rooting for Vegeta along side Trunks.
During one of their more fierce spar sessions Vegeta had gotten a piece of his blue spandex ripped off. It came raining down from the sky like a gift from heaven. I caught it ease and while blushing I excused myself. I made up an excuse, saying that I was going to throw the piece of cloth away. Momentarily both Trunks and Goten had shot me an odd look, but both returned to being engrossed with the battle after a yelp was heard. They had found it odd that I was willing to walk away and miss a piece of the battle just to throw something away.
What they didn't know is I had no intention of throwing it away.
I knew that if I had waited till after the battle I might have been caught and would have no way to sneak my new treasure to my room. Bypassing my older brother, mom and the tramp in the kitchen had been easily done. I ran to my room and quickly stuffed my new security blanket and precious treasure underneath my pillows. From that day on I slept with it tucked under my shirt, resting it on top of my stomach. (Having this nasty habit of never waking up on time, I hid it there so no one would see it if they should happen to walk in. I knew it would have been tough one to explain to any of my brothers, or worst my mother why I was hugging a piece of my prince's garments while sleeping.)
Can you imagine the awesomeness of this treasure?
That piece of spandex had clung to my Adonis's body.
His sweaty, chiseled, perfect body.
When I laid it on my own skin it was like an indirect skin on skin moment.
I know I'm a sad, sad creature.
When I had first gotten it, it sill smelled of him. His musk, which should totally be bottled, marketed, and sold to the masses as cologne.
Obsession by Usagi Son. Fragrances to heighten your love life.
Wait, scratch that. I don't want to share that erotic fragrance with any woman or man for that matter. Back off bitches.
This is kind of gross; I know I can hear your groans of disgust already. But for the nine years that I've been in possession of it I've never washed it. Wait, hear me out. I wanted to preserve the smell for as long as possible before it faded. Unfortunately, it had faded after a couple of weeks and then afterward I just couldn't bring myself to wash it. There might still be some musk left damnit, I just can't detect it now.
Thank my lucky stars that through all of these years I've been able to hide my passion and lust for Vegeta. All of my friends and family had been fooled. Except, because I had hidden this it looked to them and other outsiders that my heart was available for the taking.
Hence, my many admires.
Not to mention my family's and that whore's idea of playing matchmaker.
This is where Trunks comes in.
If I asked Trunks right now, just how long he's loved me for I can guarantee that he would say something akin to 'from the first moment I met you'.
Romantic loser.
Not that I remember, but thanks to the tramp I have the home movies to prove it. When we were babies Trunks had always clung to me. Roughhousing with my brother, Goten meanwhile he only hugged and kissed me. Later on when we got older he would join me at my tea parties, in Vegeta's stead. Though he would out right deny it if anyone brought it up.
As we grew his emotions for me got stronger and although he never directly said it I knew the lavender haired boy was in L.O.V.E. with me. The little caresses he gave me every chance he got and his cheeks lighting up whenever he made eye contact with me were a dead give away. He had been so obvious that the whole world seemed to know that Trunks Briefs was in love with Usagi Son.
In the sixteen years that I had known him, Trunks had only had one girlfriend. When we were thirteen he briefly dated this girl named Mina. Who, by the way, was nothing but a COPY CAT, CLONE of me. I seriously think this girl stalked me and got plastic surgery, extensions and contacts to copy my every feature. I had been so upset that I stopped seeing and talking with Trunks while he was with her. That turned out to be just a week. Guess Trunks figured out real quick that there was no substitution for me. I heard through the grape vine that Mina had been so devastated that she ran away from home, moving to London to join the police force.
Bye, bye silly clone. Have fun getting cats out of trees for the rest of your existence. I hope you end up being a meter maid!
Trunks was proving to be one of my biggest obstacles in the way of getting my prince, besides the tramp of course.
Everyone had been so excited about Trunks and I getting together. The tramp and my mom wanted to unite the two sayjin families with our "union". Meanwhile, I wanted to unite the two sayjin families by bedding and marrying Vegeta.
All of them had assumed that I liked Trunks in the same way that he liked me but like him didn't have the balls to confess.
Morons.
No one ever considered my feelings when my mom and the tramp would try and play matchmaker by tricking us into secret dates or setting up romantic traps for the two of us.
Every last one of these had been both awkward and horrible.
I had guessed that Trunks would take his feelings to the grave. Maybe it had been the holiday that helped Trunks grow a pair. It was just too bad that I was going to have to cut that pair off with my rejection.
I wanted to do it harshly, as to not give him a remote chance or sliver of hope. However, I knew that if I did it like that then mine and Trunks's friendship would be destroyed. His pride wouldn't have let him be friendly with me past this. That would mean that I have no reason to go over his house. Aka, I would have no excuse to sneak a peek at Vegeta.
I had to be delicate with this matter.
As I went over suitable rejections I made my way to the school's rooftop where I knew Trunks would be waiting. With a gulp I pushed open the door to reveal my best friend leaning on the fence that surrounded the roof.
Trunks was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice my presence. I took this chance to observe him. He had opened up his school uniform jacket, revealing a black tank top that clung and highlighted his abs. When the wind blew it disheveled his lavender hair and for a brief moment he looked-
Doki, Doki.
Wait, what the hell was this… this feeling?
I dropped my school bag, unintentionally breaking him out of his thoughts. "Usa?" As my nickname past through his lips I diverted my eyes to the ground.
What was this feeling? Why was my heart beating? Was I catching a cold? Wait, no I've never caught a cold in my life.
What is this?
"Usa?" Trunks asked again and I could hear his footsteps as he walked towards me. He stood before me and grabbed me by my shoulders. "Usa, look at me, please." He begged in a small yet demanding voice. "There's something that I've wanted to tell you for the longest time. I think… that you know what I'm about to say and you understand but I need to say it aloud." He gulped. "Usa, I-"
"Usagi Son, I love you!!!" I heard a voice shout through a speaker system. Both of us looked to the side, startled. On the West Campus School building rooftop, that was directly across the courtyard stood Mamoru, the Student Counsel President. His cronies were all holding up a banner that read, "Usagi, go out with me!! I love you." Meanwhile, Mamoru stood next to them with his arms crossed.
It was really odd, usually Mamoru was a really calm, conformative, book worm but whenever it came to his feelings for me he always went over the top.
It was really annoying and humiliating.
Why would I go out with a puny human boy with no muscles when I have Vegeta to look at? Please, stop, it's embarrassing.
"What is he thinking?" I could hear Trunks say, as his grip on my shoulder's tightened.
I sighed as I felt the heat rise to my face; my own anger was starting to bubble to the surface. Detaching myself from Trunks's grip I cupped my mouth and screamed. "I don't date high school boys!"
I could see Mamoru's face deflate at my rejection, he stood there slack jawed. His little cronies let the banner drop in shock.
That takes care of that.
When I turned I saw that Trunks's face had too deflated. Before I could say anything he gave me a fake smile. "Hey! I have an idea, why don't we go over my house and grab a bite to eat? Come on," He grabbed me by my hand and led me away.
Guess the pair he grew just fell off on there own.
For a brief moment my mind pondered what that feeling had been, but I wrote it off when I remembered what Trunks had said. We were on the way to his home…
Aka… I had a chance of seeing his father.
Yummy, good times.
Woot!
Oh my god… so excited!
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An: Doki, if you didn't know is a manga term for when a person heartbeats. So I was on youtube looking up Haou Airen Amvs and I found one that was made with the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson. I've never really heard any of her stuff but that song actually gave me so much inspiration for this story. I think that song and The Animal in Me by Motley Crue are this fic's theme songs. I actually was so excited that I ended up writing a whole bunch of future scenes… that were a little smutty. Lol.
I want to thank all of the people that reviewed!!
B-ko, Usakobunny, Isis, Amy thanks for your compliments. Love you, appreciate it!
Saiyagurl87- aw thanks, lol.. yea can't you tell I don't like Bulma very much. Lol. Love u always.
Cosmic-lover- I hope that this chapter met up to you expectations, and thanks for the originality compliment. XD
Ladyredvelvet- your review actually made my day. Thank you so much, and I'm so glad that you enjoyed the story and the way I'm writing Usagi. I'm more trying to play up her day dreamer, devoted to one lover and jealousy qualities in her personality. It's not going to end up a Vegeta/Usagi but there are going to be hints of it… it's a Trunks/Usagi story. But, yah I'm glad with both of my stories I could make you like the Vegeta/Usagi pairing.
Yes, I converted someone. Muhahaha! Lol.
I also wanted to thank all the people that put this story on their alert and favs list. Mauh!
Well I'm off to go watch Skip Beat and read both new chapters of Love Celeb and Vampire Knight. I was good and actually forced myself not to get distracted by them and actually finish this chapter. I deserve a pat on the back.
Oh, I made a boo-boo in the first chapter that I fixed! Trunks is seventeen while Usagi and Goten are sixteen, my bad!
Please review, see you guys next chapter where we get to actually see how Usagi acts around Vegeta. o0o
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P.S. this author note was excessively long. O.O
