Here it is everyone, the next chapter in Tsuki no Hikaru. I hope everyone
likes it. This is after the whole fiasco in the last chapter.
Chapter 10
Moving On; Building Blocks to a New Future
By fluorite katara
Usagi smiled craftily up at Mamoru and moved even closer towards him on the park bench. "Mamo-chan! Aishiteru.
"Ehhh???"
Usagi closed her eyes and parted her lips, clasping her hands together in front of her.
'Okay, Mamoru, you can do this.' The earth's defender told himself, he placed his hands on her shoulders and was about to kiss her when.
CHOOM!
Everything happened so quickly, but the next thing Mamoru recognized was the sobbing of his wife and an invasion of privacy.
"My back! My back is broken!" Usagi wailed.
"Usagi-chan. Daijoba? Usagi-chan?"
Usagi sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Something fell on me."
Cold blue eyes met bright teary blue eyes. "I'm not a 'something' I'm a 'someone,' " The owner of the eyes declared. "I'm Trunks, who are you?"
"I'm Tsukino Usagi, this is Mamo-chan. Where did you come from?"
"Hmph! The Prince of all Saiya-jin's, I ask the questions around here! Are you listening to me? EEEEWW! Would you guys quit making out and listen to me? Guys? HELLO! THERE'S A KID HERE TOO! HELLO?"
Mirai Trunks and the Z fighters were waiting. waiting for Son Goku to return to earth. He was sitting on a rock jutting out of the ground looking at the group around him in a serious silence. There was Yamcha, Mirai didn't know much about him. Krillin, Gohan's best friend, and if he had lived, he would probably be one of his own best friend's too, Trunks perceived. Then there was Piccolo, yes; he had heard many great things from his mother about the green-skinned alien. Gohan, his best friend. It was so odd to be older than him. He just knew he had to take revenge for his friends' death.
His blue eyes strayed to Vegeta. The cold, arrogant prince he had only heard about. Vegeta was standing there, his eyes also scanning what they saw. He looked every inch a true warrior, with the exception of his pink 'Bad Man' shirt, of course. ^_~
Mirai straightened his back and tried to imitate his fathers furious glare but failed miserably. "Too much of mom in me," he muttered softly, not noticing the Namek's ears twitch in his direction.
The future's Trunks' eyes fell to the last person there. Bulma. Ever since he was born, and everyone's death but his and Bulma's, he had called her his mother. But his real mother, she had to be alive, and she was somewhere, perhaps Vegeta hadn't met her yet or she would be wrapped in his arms.
His thoughts were jarred from his mind as a small black dot became visible in the sky. As it neared he found it to be the space shuttle of Son Goku, his mother's best friend, and his father's greatest rival!
"Son Goku," he said calmly, jumping off the rock. "I need to fight with you."
"Hey! That's me!" Goku said energetically. "Fight? Why would you want to fight me?"
Bulma elbowed him in the ribs. "Who are you, and what have you done with the real Son Goku? Why would you want to fight me? Honestly!"
Goku blinked. ".Okay. Let's fight."
Mirai nodded and pointed to a hill far away from Bulma and the Z fighters. "Over there, Son Goku, I need to know if its you. I have to tell you something."
"But what about Freeza and his dad?"
"I've taken care of it."
After the nifty little sword/finger fight, Mirai Trunks was ready to explain his futures sad predicament. But Trunks knew he could only alter so much.
"In four years two androids will arrive and enslave the world." He held up his hand to stop Goku's confusion. "I am from that future and none of you will live through the battle but Gohan."
"Wh-What?! What about me? Can't I do anything? Do I die too?"
The time traveler nodded. "You do die, well sort of. But you don't get to fight. Instead, you die of a heart virus. One that not even a super saiya- jin can fight, there's no cure now. but in my time there is. Here Goku, you take these pills when you start to get sick. And hopefully I'll be seein' you in a few years. So long."
"Hey kid, wait! You're a saiya-jin, does that mean there are others? Tell me who your parents are!"
Trunks faltered, he hadn't expected anything like this question. His mind was racing "You can't tell anyone. or it will. alter the future. But my name is Briefs Trunks." Bulma would kill him when he got back to his own time for lying like this."
"Oh I see. So your Dad must've had the saiya-jin blood. Who was he?"
Trunks turned a very unique shade of crimson. "Er. um, Vegeta?" Mom. where are you? I need your help! I don't know these people, how can I expect them to fight the evils? I know I've heard so many great things about them, but I can't gamble on them for a fight as important as this one. Please Mom I wish you were here! Mirai no Trunks suddenly thought of something. His mother had said she met Vegeta accidentally while trying to get her car fixed at Capsule Corp. Bulma had told her to find her father outside in the garden, where the Z-senshi were fighting. Vegeta decided to join in just then and thought Usagi an excellent target to hone in his new ki blasts.
Trunks turned stark white, she met him today! And helped him fight Freeza! But Vegeta wasn't in the Briefs' backyard. He was in the field, waiting for Goku!
He was here, thinking of who I was and when Goku would be back. Suddenly Mirai felt very sick. I've changed history much more than I thought! I've prevented my entire existence!
"Goku! I have to go now, I promised Bulma I'd be back in my own time line soon." He knew it was a lie. How could Bulma worry if he could set his time machine for only a few seconds after he left? But maybe Goku wouldn't be able to work it out in his mind.
"Okie-dokie! I understand. Bulma can get edgy about things. Well so long, Trunks, see you in a while, thanks for the pills!" He waved enthusiastically.
Trunks jumped into his machine and soared into the air, but he didn't set the coordinates back to where Bulma was waiting for him. Instead, he set it for a day forwards. He had to get his mother and Vegeta to fall in love, his very existence depended on it. Nay, the entire worlds! But if he had all the time in the universe, why did he still feel like there wasn't enough time?
The blonde haired, blue-eyed agent of love and justice was cheerfully doing what she did best. eating. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in the restaurant, making her friends sigh in embarrassment. "Is that a donut???"
Kino Makoto put a hand on her shoulder, "easy now, Usagi-chan. Don't get carried away! Remember, Mamoru is taking you out dancing tonight-"
"Yeah odongo, you'll count kilo's: 1 donut, one kilo, two donuts, ten kilos."
Usagi sobbed, "baka Rei-chan! Why do you have to be so mean?"
"Why do you have to be so fat?"
"I'm not fat! Baka Rei-chan!"
"Baka Usagi!"
"Baka Rei-chan!"
"Baka Usagi!"
......
Mirai no Trunks slapped his forehead in the booth next to his mother and her friends. 'This was his mother?' He groaned, "Why couldn't I have been adopted? Aunt Rei-san never did really leave mom alone."
Minako seemed to hear something come out of the boy's mouth, but she was too busy ogling she wasn't exactly sure what he said. "Oooh!! Mako-chan! Cute guy alert at one o'clock!" Everyone stopped fighting except for Ami to look at Mirai Trunks.
"Hi there. my names Minako and I'm sweet eighteen ^_^''' what's your name, beautiful?"
Rei shoved her out of the way. "My names Hino Rei."
Makoto jumped on top of her. "I'm Kino Makoto, you can just call me Mako- chan."
Minako and Rei glared at her.
Trunks just stared, his face redder than a rose. Usagi and Ami blushed and shook their heads. "Don't mind them," Ami said simply, "they mean well."
Usagi watched the three girls fight each other to see who could shake Trunks' hand. "I, er, think, anyway."
Trunks' eyes widened, that was her! His mother! "Oh! Konichi wa!"
Usagi blushed, "hey you are cute!"
"Eh?!" Mirai blurted out. 'That's, that's! That's worse than incest!!!'
The tsuki-senshi blushed and looked at her watch. "Aaw man! Can you believe that Capsule Corp.? Do they have a lack of employees or something? I had an appointment over two hours ago and they told me to go home, and 'cause of some kid too." She fumbled through her bag and pulled out a cell phone with a little crescent moon on it.
Minako shoved into Usagi to be closer to Mirai no Trunks, "hi there!" Usagi's phone flew out of her hands only to smash into the ground.
"WHHAAA! MY CELL PHONE! MINAKO! OMAE O KOROSO! I SAVED UP FOR EVER TO GET THAT!!!"
"Eheheheh! Oops. Gomen, Usagi-chan, I'm so, so, so, sorry." Aino Minako stammered.
"Bug off." Usagi said and grabbed her purse, running out the door.
Trunks sweat-dropped. "Well, I better be going," he said casually.
Rei sighed dreamily and stared at him. "Did anyone ever tell you, you have really pretty eyes?"
"Huh?" He glanced at his 'auntie.'
"Sit!" Makoto snapped, pulling him down.
Tsukino Usagi cried as she ran. It was already getting late and soft pink and orange hues in the sky were giving way to darker shades of cobalt. It was enough to take her tears away. She sniffled one last time and wiped her eyes. It wasn't just that her cell phone was ruined, it was the casing with the golden crescent on it-- Mamo-chan had given her the case, the day when he came back from his college in America to spend some time with her.
Hell, she was twenty-one now, and hanging onto every word that came out of his mouth, hoping for a hidden meaning. Any hints about "that special question" she clung onto desperately, hoping for hidden meanings. "Mamo- chan," she said softly into the oncoming night, hoping for a response.
"Excuse me. Miss?"
"Huh?"
Trunks smiled slightly. "I'm sorry to bother you. But, I, um, work for Capsule Corp. and I was sent to, er, investigate your faulty product. Um, do you have your car around here somewhere, Miss ~Insert Vegeta's last name~ I mean-!"
"Tsukino Usagi. You were at the Crown today weren't you? Um, yeah, well you probably remember my friends," she blushed, making Mirai feel weak in the knees.
'You idiot! That's your mom! That's-that's- eew!' He scratched his head, "I remember them, alright."
Usagi smiled serenely. "They're hard to forget. Oh, the car, it's at my apartment."
"I have time."
"A-alright then, this way. It isn't far, just a block."
Finally things where starting to feel right, his plan was set in action and working quite well. The building blocks to a new and brighter future were assembling and starting to stack up to make a staircase to a place so great hope would be no longer needed.
For the first in a long while, Trunks' normally stern face gave way to a softer, gentler look. He smiled. He finally understood why everyone liked this Tsukino Usagi in his time and before then. She was incredibly nice. There was something about her soft appearance and kind, sparkling face that could truly outshine the sun. Know Mirai know why his father had loved her, why he was there. Tsukino Usagi was a goddess, angel, and a saint all in one.
^_^ Thought I'd ditch the story and not write more, eh? Guess again! Sorry to make everyone wait so terribly long, school and *shudder* conferences have been quite time expending. So bear with me, okay? I have some things I'm working out right now. Feel free to drop me an email. Sayonara! fluorite katara
Chapter 10
Moving On; Building Blocks to a New Future
By fluorite katara
Usagi smiled craftily up at Mamoru and moved even closer towards him on the park bench. "Mamo-chan! Aishiteru.
"Ehhh???"
Usagi closed her eyes and parted her lips, clasping her hands together in front of her.
'Okay, Mamoru, you can do this.' The earth's defender told himself, he placed his hands on her shoulders and was about to kiss her when.
CHOOM!
Everything happened so quickly, but the next thing Mamoru recognized was the sobbing of his wife and an invasion of privacy.
"My back! My back is broken!" Usagi wailed.
"Usagi-chan. Daijoba? Usagi-chan?"
Usagi sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Something fell on me."
Cold blue eyes met bright teary blue eyes. "I'm not a 'something' I'm a 'someone,' " The owner of the eyes declared. "I'm Trunks, who are you?"
"I'm Tsukino Usagi, this is Mamo-chan. Where did you come from?"
"Hmph! The Prince of all Saiya-jin's, I ask the questions around here! Are you listening to me? EEEEWW! Would you guys quit making out and listen to me? Guys? HELLO! THERE'S A KID HERE TOO! HELLO?"
Mirai Trunks and the Z fighters were waiting. waiting for Son Goku to return to earth. He was sitting on a rock jutting out of the ground looking at the group around him in a serious silence. There was Yamcha, Mirai didn't know much about him. Krillin, Gohan's best friend, and if he had lived, he would probably be one of his own best friend's too, Trunks perceived. Then there was Piccolo, yes; he had heard many great things from his mother about the green-skinned alien. Gohan, his best friend. It was so odd to be older than him. He just knew he had to take revenge for his friends' death.
His blue eyes strayed to Vegeta. The cold, arrogant prince he had only heard about. Vegeta was standing there, his eyes also scanning what they saw. He looked every inch a true warrior, with the exception of his pink 'Bad Man' shirt, of course. ^_~
Mirai straightened his back and tried to imitate his fathers furious glare but failed miserably. "Too much of mom in me," he muttered softly, not noticing the Namek's ears twitch in his direction.
The future's Trunks' eyes fell to the last person there. Bulma. Ever since he was born, and everyone's death but his and Bulma's, he had called her his mother. But his real mother, she had to be alive, and she was somewhere, perhaps Vegeta hadn't met her yet or she would be wrapped in his arms.
His thoughts were jarred from his mind as a small black dot became visible in the sky. As it neared he found it to be the space shuttle of Son Goku, his mother's best friend, and his father's greatest rival!
"Son Goku," he said calmly, jumping off the rock. "I need to fight with you."
"Hey! That's me!" Goku said energetically. "Fight? Why would you want to fight me?"
Bulma elbowed him in the ribs. "Who are you, and what have you done with the real Son Goku? Why would you want to fight me? Honestly!"
Goku blinked. ".Okay. Let's fight."
Mirai nodded and pointed to a hill far away from Bulma and the Z fighters. "Over there, Son Goku, I need to know if its you. I have to tell you something."
"But what about Freeza and his dad?"
"I've taken care of it."
After the nifty little sword/finger fight, Mirai Trunks was ready to explain his futures sad predicament. But Trunks knew he could only alter so much.
"In four years two androids will arrive and enslave the world." He held up his hand to stop Goku's confusion. "I am from that future and none of you will live through the battle but Gohan."
"Wh-What?! What about me? Can't I do anything? Do I die too?"
The time traveler nodded. "You do die, well sort of. But you don't get to fight. Instead, you die of a heart virus. One that not even a super saiya- jin can fight, there's no cure now. but in my time there is. Here Goku, you take these pills when you start to get sick. And hopefully I'll be seein' you in a few years. So long."
"Hey kid, wait! You're a saiya-jin, does that mean there are others? Tell me who your parents are!"
Trunks faltered, he hadn't expected anything like this question. His mind was racing "You can't tell anyone. or it will. alter the future. But my name is Briefs Trunks." Bulma would kill him when he got back to his own time for lying like this."
"Oh I see. So your Dad must've had the saiya-jin blood. Who was he?"
Trunks turned a very unique shade of crimson. "Er. um, Vegeta?" Mom. where are you? I need your help! I don't know these people, how can I expect them to fight the evils? I know I've heard so many great things about them, but I can't gamble on them for a fight as important as this one. Please Mom I wish you were here! Mirai no Trunks suddenly thought of something. His mother had said she met Vegeta accidentally while trying to get her car fixed at Capsule Corp. Bulma had told her to find her father outside in the garden, where the Z-senshi were fighting. Vegeta decided to join in just then and thought Usagi an excellent target to hone in his new ki blasts.
Trunks turned stark white, she met him today! And helped him fight Freeza! But Vegeta wasn't in the Briefs' backyard. He was in the field, waiting for Goku!
He was here, thinking of who I was and when Goku would be back. Suddenly Mirai felt very sick. I've changed history much more than I thought! I've prevented my entire existence!
"Goku! I have to go now, I promised Bulma I'd be back in my own time line soon." He knew it was a lie. How could Bulma worry if he could set his time machine for only a few seconds after he left? But maybe Goku wouldn't be able to work it out in his mind.
"Okie-dokie! I understand. Bulma can get edgy about things. Well so long, Trunks, see you in a while, thanks for the pills!" He waved enthusiastically.
Trunks jumped into his machine and soared into the air, but he didn't set the coordinates back to where Bulma was waiting for him. Instead, he set it for a day forwards. He had to get his mother and Vegeta to fall in love, his very existence depended on it. Nay, the entire worlds! But if he had all the time in the universe, why did he still feel like there wasn't enough time?
The blonde haired, blue-eyed agent of love and justice was cheerfully doing what she did best. eating. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in the restaurant, making her friends sigh in embarrassment. "Is that a donut???"
Kino Makoto put a hand on her shoulder, "easy now, Usagi-chan. Don't get carried away! Remember, Mamoru is taking you out dancing tonight-"
"Yeah odongo, you'll count kilo's: 1 donut, one kilo, two donuts, ten kilos."
Usagi sobbed, "baka Rei-chan! Why do you have to be so mean?"
"Why do you have to be so fat?"
"I'm not fat! Baka Rei-chan!"
"Baka Usagi!"
"Baka Rei-chan!"
"Baka Usagi!"
......
Mirai no Trunks slapped his forehead in the booth next to his mother and her friends. 'This was his mother?' He groaned, "Why couldn't I have been adopted? Aunt Rei-san never did really leave mom alone."
Minako seemed to hear something come out of the boy's mouth, but she was too busy ogling she wasn't exactly sure what he said. "Oooh!! Mako-chan! Cute guy alert at one o'clock!" Everyone stopped fighting except for Ami to look at Mirai Trunks.
"Hi there. my names Minako and I'm sweet eighteen ^_^''' what's your name, beautiful?"
Rei shoved her out of the way. "My names Hino Rei."
Makoto jumped on top of her. "I'm Kino Makoto, you can just call me Mako- chan."
Minako and Rei glared at her.
Trunks just stared, his face redder than a rose. Usagi and Ami blushed and shook their heads. "Don't mind them," Ami said simply, "they mean well."
Usagi watched the three girls fight each other to see who could shake Trunks' hand. "I, er, think, anyway."
Trunks' eyes widened, that was her! His mother! "Oh! Konichi wa!"
Usagi blushed, "hey you are cute!"
"Eh?!" Mirai blurted out. 'That's, that's! That's worse than incest!!!'
The tsuki-senshi blushed and looked at her watch. "Aaw man! Can you believe that Capsule Corp.? Do they have a lack of employees or something? I had an appointment over two hours ago and they told me to go home, and 'cause of some kid too." She fumbled through her bag and pulled out a cell phone with a little crescent moon on it.
Minako shoved into Usagi to be closer to Mirai no Trunks, "hi there!" Usagi's phone flew out of her hands only to smash into the ground.
"WHHAAA! MY CELL PHONE! MINAKO! OMAE O KOROSO! I SAVED UP FOR EVER TO GET THAT!!!"
"Eheheheh! Oops. Gomen, Usagi-chan, I'm so, so, so, sorry." Aino Minako stammered.
"Bug off." Usagi said and grabbed her purse, running out the door.
Trunks sweat-dropped. "Well, I better be going," he said casually.
Rei sighed dreamily and stared at him. "Did anyone ever tell you, you have really pretty eyes?"
"Huh?" He glanced at his 'auntie.'
"Sit!" Makoto snapped, pulling him down.
Tsukino Usagi cried as she ran. It was already getting late and soft pink and orange hues in the sky were giving way to darker shades of cobalt. It was enough to take her tears away. She sniffled one last time and wiped her eyes. It wasn't just that her cell phone was ruined, it was the casing with the golden crescent on it-- Mamo-chan had given her the case, the day when he came back from his college in America to spend some time with her.
Hell, she was twenty-one now, and hanging onto every word that came out of his mouth, hoping for a hidden meaning. Any hints about "that special question" she clung onto desperately, hoping for hidden meanings. "Mamo- chan," she said softly into the oncoming night, hoping for a response.
"Excuse me. Miss?"
"Huh?"
Trunks smiled slightly. "I'm sorry to bother you. But, I, um, work for Capsule Corp. and I was sent to, er, investigate your faulty product. Um, do you have your car around here somewhere, Miss ~Insert Vegeta's last name~ I mean-!"
"Tsukino Usagi. You were at the Crown today weren't you? Um, yeah, well you probably remember my friends," she blushed, making Mirai feel weak in the knees.
'You idiot! That's your mom! That's-that's- eew!' He scratched his head, "I remember them, alright."
Usagi smiled serenely. "They're hard to forget. Oh, the car, it's at my apartment."
"I have time."
"A-alright then, this way. It isn't far, just a block."
Finally things where starting to feel right, his plan was set in action and working quite well. The building blocks to a new and brighter future were assembling and starting to stack up to make a staircase to a place so great hope would be no longer needed.
For the first in a long while, Trunks' normally stern face gave way to a softer, gentler look. He smiled. He finally understood why everyone liked this Tsukino Usagi in his time and before then. She was incredibly nice. There was something about her soft appearance and kind, sparkling face that could truly outshine the sun. Know Mirai know why his father had loved her, why he was there. Tsukino Usagi was a goddess, angel, and a saint all in one.
^_^ Thought I'd ditch the story and not write more, eh? Guess again! Sorry to make everyone wait so terribly long, school and *shudder* conferences have been quite time expending. So bear with me, okay? I have some things I'm working out right now. Feel free to drop me an email. Sayonara! fluorite katara