Well, I got the first chapter ready. Wow, I got absolutely NO reviews for the prologue? God, I must suck at this a lot more than I thought I did? Well, even if you hate it, I'd still appreciate a cease and desist letter… in the form of a review. :) At least then, I could say that I got ONE. Enjoy yall!
"God, please. Please, Stranger," two perfect lips moaned against his ear.
He ripped the fuku right from her body while her shaking hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. He was inside of her the moment he was free, and he moaned against her. "Kami, woman." She was hot, wet, and tight, just as he'd imagined she'd be. He nipped at her throat as he thrust against her and she whimpered with pleasure.
"Harder," she gasped. "Please, Stranger. I need you so badly."
His lips came crashing down on hers, and he gave her everything she begged for and more.
"What the FUCK!" Trunks shot straight up in bed and sputtered for air when something ice cold soaked him from his face to his waist.
"I came in and woke you thirty minutes ago, boy. I told you what was coming if you didn't get your ass in the gravity room."
He glared at his father and growled in the back of his throat. Damn it, Dad just had to wake him up from the best wet dream of his life, didn't he? "You suck, Dad."
"No," Vegeta said flatly, "your mother does. Quite well, I might add." He gave his trademark smirk when his oldest child seemed sufficiently disgusted. "You've got five minutes, boy. Get your ass in the gravity room."
A single eyebrow lifted when Trunks slid out of the bed, sporting a raging boner. So, that's what his boy had been mumbling about in his sleep. Vegeta snorted and his smirk nearly became a grin when Trunks blushed and ran his fingers through his lavender hair in embarrassment. "Fifteen minutes," Vegeta corrected himself. "Go take a cold shower. Or rub one out. Whichever." Vegeta suppressed a laugh when his son turned an even darker shade of red. "Don't make me come looking for you again, boy."
Trunks groaned and scooped up some clothes and a towel before dashing into his bathroom. He thought about cutting the water on as cold as he could get it, but decided to go with his father's second suggestion.
Considering his level of arousal, he felt better in no time.
He leaned back into the spray and washed his hair while he thought of his moon goddess. Kami, where had she been? Sure, there weren't as many crimes in the area since they'd both been beating the shit out of any would-be criminals, but he figured she'd at least be out on patrol or something. But no, he knew for sure that she wasn't, because whenever she was around, the moon shone in the sky, regardless of whether it was night or day.
Regardless of the fact that the earth hadn't even had a moon since his friend, Gohan, had been a child.
He cut off the water and used his ki to dry off before throwing on his clothes. Maybe he should go on patrol tonight. Maybe she'd see him and join him on his circuit around South City. Maybe he'd finally get up the nerve to tell her how he felt about her. Or maybe not. Next time.
Trunks plodded his way down to the gravity room and closed the door behind him. "Alright, let's train," he sighed.
Vegeta just stared at his son. Trunks never shirked his training, and certainly never made it sound like a chore. "Alright, brat, what's her name?"
"I don't know." Trunks shook his head sullenly when his father just rolled his eyes and huffed. "It'll sound so retarded if I tell you," he groaned.
"Try me."
Shit, he had to tell someone. And at least his father wouldn't break confidence with him. "Well, you know that I've been going out into the city to help with the crime rate, right?"
"A complete waste of time, if you ask me. At least you're not dressing up like a fucking idiot. Like Kakarot's brat."
Trunks shrugged. While he valued his father's opinion, he would continue with his regular ventures into the city to fight crime, whether Vegeta liked it or not. But even he had to admit that the Great Saiyaman was just… gay.
"What was that?" His father asked, when Trunks grumbled something that even his superior Saiyan hearing couldn't pick up.
"I said, Sailor Moon," he said a little louder. When his father didn't laugh at him, Trunks was surprised. "Go ahead, laugh, I know you want to."
The Prince of all Saiyans shrugged. "I can't blame you. I saw her once." Greats tits, good wide hips, and legs for miles. At least his son had taste. Hell, at least his son liked girls. Vegeta had been worried for a few years, since Trunks was twenty-two and had yet to take a mate.
"Well, we were helping each other… we'd team up, you know? But lately, the moon hasn't appeared in the sky, so I know she's not hitting her usual patrol. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth."
"Maybe she took a vacation, brat. Or maybe she just got tired of saving those stupid humans."
"Not her. Never," Trunks denied vehemently. "Vacation, maybe, but she just doesn't quit. That's not her style. And if she was going to take a break, I'm pretty sure she would have given me a head's up."
Vegeta leaned against the wall and thought for a moment. "Have you tried to find her?"
Trunks shook his head slowly. "Before I came up here, I thought about maybe going into the city tonight and hitting the old route. Maybe she'll see me and make an appearance." He sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a perfect mirror of his father.
Vegeta nodded, and moved to the controls on the wall, turning the gravity up to 300G. He'd think while he trained with his son; Vegeta always did his best thinking when he was fighting. As much as he acted like he didn't give a shit, he actually cared a great deal for his offspring and his mate, and wanted them to be happy. Seeing his son miserable made him feel uncharacteristically sympathetic towards him.
Well, he would feel sympathetic once he was done beating the shit out of him, anyway.
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Trunks walked out of the gravity room eight hours later, soaked in sweat and utterly exhausted. It was already six in the evening, so he'd grab something to eat and head out to find his moon goddess. He frankly wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but his worry and need to see her kept him from lying down and passing out.
He showered again, then headed to the kitchen, where he matched his father and sister plate for plate. Thank Kami his mother had invented a machine that just made you whatever you wanted to eat and had it ready in a matter of seconds. Trunks couldn't even imagine cooking enough food to feed a Saiyan brood of three.
After changing and equipping the sword that his future self had given him as a gift, Trunks powered up to level one and shot into the sky, heading for South City. He went straight to the Juuban district, where he'd encountered her twice as often as any other place, and began to make the rounds via rooftop while he searched the sky for even a flicker of moonlight.
Trunks was about to give up when a nearby clock chimed midnight, but decided to make a pass by the shrine and check the park. He nearly blasted the figure that landed in front of him straight to Hell. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice dangerously soft.
"I'm a friend." A girl with long black hair and violet eyes, dressed very similarly to his goddess, stepped out of the shadows. "We've been looking for you for over a week, you know."
Trunks raised a single golden eyebrow at the anger in her voice. "Moon hasn't made an appearance, so I assumed there wasn't any trouble. What, did something happen to her?" A pang of terror shot through him at the thought that she had possibly been hurt, and he hadn't even been there to stop it.
"I can give you the basics, but the others should be here, too." The raven-haired beauty flipped open the face of her watch and pushed a little blue button. "Mercury, this is Mars."
"Mercury here. What's up?"
"Goldilocks has finally landed."
A relieved sound came from the other end. "What's your twenty, Mars?"
"Just outside the shrine. Meet us in the park. Contact Jupiter and Venus, too." Mars closed her watch and glared at him. "Come on, Golden Boy."
"Wait, who in the hell are you?" Trunks asked suddenly. This could be a trap. This chick could be the one holding his goddess hostage, if there was in fact a hostage situation going on.
"Sailor Mars. I'm one of Sailor Moon's guardians, and her best friend." She fearlessly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the park, paranoid that they would be spotted just standing there on the sidewalk. "The others will be here soon. Mercury, Jupiter, and Venus are also her guardians." She turned on him once they were well hidden among the trees. "Sailor Moon was kidnapped, right outside her college, in broad daylight. She didn't even have time to transform, which is why you didn't see the moon. And of course, she forgot her communicator and her locket, as usual. So we have no way to track her."
Trunks nearly yelled at her for the contempt in her voice, but the stress on her face and the worry in her eyes stopped him. "Do you know who took her? Where did they go? What did they look like?"
Mars shook her head. "Youma, most likely. We haven't seen any in years, not since we were in our late teens. Mercury can give you much better intel than I can. She's found a few… anomalies throughout the city, and she thinks there's a pattern. It could show us where she's been taken."
A figure dropped out of the trees, followed immediately by two more. Trunks bowed his head briefly in greeting to each of them. They were all dressed in identical uniforms, except for the color, and a few other variations. The one in blue was the first to step forward. "I'm Sailor Mercury."
Trunks shook with her firmly. "Not sure what to call myself, sorry. I'd tell you my first name, but it's pretty unique, so you'd have no trouble guessing who I really am. Sailor Moon just called me Stranger."
Kami, what he wouldn't give to hear her voice again, saying, "Hey, Stranger! Long time no see!"
"Understood. We're pretty secretive about our real identities as well. I won't delay with any more formalities. That's Jupiter." The girl in green nodded sternly towards him. "And that's Venus." The girl in orange gave a half-hearted smile. "A little over a week ago, Sailor Moon was kidnapped right outside of her school." Mercury pulled a computer out of thin air and flipped it open. "Witnesses reported that she was taken into a nearby building, but no one was in it when some bystanders tried to come to her rescue."
"Where's the building?" Trunks looked around, itching to get on the job and find his moon goddess.
"Hang on." Mercury pushed a few buttons and pulled up a map of the city. "See these lines right here? These are barriers that we've found throughout the city, and none of us can get through them, even after we detransform. It seems that they're impervious to anything magic. We've been trying for days to get in, but nothing we've tried has worked."
Sailor Moon had once explained to him that her attacks were magical, rather than ki-based, so he understood. "You think they'll block out ki-based attacks?"
"No. Since everyone has a ki, it would be pretty difficult for the enemy to keep a low profile and block everyone from those sections of the city at the same time."
"Not sections. Section," Trunks corrected her. He rolled his eyes when she raised her chin imperiously. "Look, pull up a map of the sewer system, and you'll see that I'm right. Moon and I once chased some bank robbers down there, and that whole area in connected by a series of tunnels. I guarantee you she's down there."
Sailor Mercury looked like she was going to cry for a moment, when she pulled up the map of the sewers and saw the pattern. "God, I'm so stupid, I should have figured that out."
Trunks hugged her tightly. She clearly cared about Sailor Moon, so he had no problem giving her some comfort. "No, if you've never been down there, you wouldn't know."
Jupiter stepped forward, and held out her hand. "Give her these when you find her. It's her locket and her communicator. You can use the latter to call us if you need any help that we can possibly give you." She clenched her fist against her side and blinked against the tears in her eyes. "When you come across whoever took her…"
"Don't worry, I'll kill them all."
"Make them suffer," Mars hissed. Her hands were engulfed in flames as her anger rose, and she quickly shook them out. She'd been having problems controlling her anger since Usagi had been taken. She mostly blamed herself, since she was supposed to have been in class with her that day, but had been out with a cold.
Trunks was in a hurry to head out, so he peeked at Mercury's computer screen one more time to get his bearings. "I'll call when I've found her," he assured them, before taking off at a dead run for the closest street. He easily plucked up the first manhole cover he could find, and dropped right into the sewer.
He pulled a compass out of his pocket and headed in a more-or-less westerly direction, towards the barrier. "Huh. I can't sense her ki when she's Sailor Moon, but I wonder if I can when she's not." Trunks didn't sense anything ahead of him, so he kept moving down the system of tunnels, headed steadily west.
He sensed a change in the air after a mile of walking. Not necessarily a tangible change, it was more like a scent in the air or a taste on the tongue. "Must be the barrier." He searched again for the feel of Sailor Moon's ki, and as soon as he felt a very faint flicker in the distance, he heard a voice breathing in his ear.
"So, the Golden Warrior finally makes an appearance."
Trunks swung around to face his attacker, but couldn't find a ki to focus on when a shadow slipped around him and disappeared. "Show yourself," he growled.
"Oh, but that wouldn't be any fun, now would it? Answer me this, boy. How did you get through the barrier? We were hoping to confront you in the city."
Trunks closed his eyes to focus on the direction that the voice was coming from. If he couldn't follow its ki, he'd simply listen and hopefully it would hold still long enough for him to kill it. He was already charging a small ki ball in his hand, waiting for the right moment to strike. "I don't know how I got through, and I don't really care. Where is she?"
"But if I tell you, it takes all the fun out of the game!" The voice laughed. It had stopped moving, and was now directly behind him.
"I swear to Kami, if you've hurt her…"
"Well now… sounds like someone has a little… crush? Aw, that's too cute. Shame, really, after what we did to her face." She grinned savagely. "And if you think that's bad enough, you should see what we did to the rest of her."
Trunks turned his hand and shot the ki ball directly behind him at the voice, drew his sword, and spun to slice the shadow in half. The voice was now screaming in agony, but the scream faded, gurgled, and died out. He shut his eyes and focused on the flickering ki signature not too far ahead, and blasted towards it.
He stopped dead when he caught sight of something ahead of him. It was huge, and green, and ugly. And as far as he was concerned, it was dead. He dashed forward, sword flying, and the youma fell to the ground in a heap of putrid flesh and bloody intestines. "Anyone else?" He asked softly.
A blast of light knocked him off his feet and into the sewage, and he fought the urge to vomit at the smell. "Fucking bastard," he growled. He floated into the air and did his best to shake the shit and piss from his clothing. "Kami, that's nasty." He searched for Sailor Moon's ki once more, and found it only a few hundred feet ahead of him.
Trunks waited patiently when a figure, much smaller than the first two, appeared several yards in front of him. "I take it you're the ring leader?"
"Guilty as charged, Golden Boy." The slight woman wiggled her fingers at him in greeting. "I'm Celeste, pleased to meet you. I must admit, I'm amazed that you took out my two best fighters so quickly. Your magic is strong."
Trunks smirked, and formed another ki ball in the palm of his hand. Damn it, these youma sure liked to hear themselves talk. "It's not magic, it's ki."
"Ki? Where in the hell did you learn to use ki?" The youma stared at him, horrified, and backed up a few steps.
"I'm a Saiyan prince, I've been using my ki to fight my whole life." He smiled dangerously, relishing the fear on his opponent's face.
"No, that race died out!" She shouted. "Some alien destroyed the whole planet decades ago, and there were no survivors!"
Trunks grinned slowly, and if he could have seen himself in a mirror, he would have sworn he was looking at his father right before the man was about to kill someone. "Yes, there were. My father was one of them." He flicked his wrist towards the youma, and smiled savagely when it screamed in pain and burned to death. He didn't even look twice as he walked past it to find the flickering ki ahead of him.