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Chapter 11

Meeting ; Vegeta's Dilemma

By fluorite kattara



Usagi and Mirai Trunks had walked to Usagi's apartment and encased Usagi's car in a capsule before arriving at Capsule Corporation. "So you work here, at Capsule Corp?" Usagi asked.

"Yep," Trunks said.

Usagi nodded. "Cool. So what's your name?"

"Watashi wa Briefs- are you okay?"

Usagi stopped walking and stared at him with her eyes and mouth wide open in shock. Suddenly realizing what she must look like, she stuttered an apology and nodded, "gomen, gomen, gomen! I had *no* idea you were in the Briefs family. I'm so sorry, sir!"

Blank confusion spread across Trunks' face before he broke out into a wide grin. "Oh don't worry about it. I'm just a regular old guy, don't mind me."

"B-b-but you're not *just* a regular old guy, you're part of one of the richest families in the world! What are you like Briefs Bulma's brother or something?"

"Son," Trunks corrected, sorry that he had to lie like this. He couldn't let anyone know that Usagi was his true mother or risk destroying the future.

"Or son," Usagi agreed. "But how does that make you a regular old guy?"

"Put yourself in my place, Miss Tsukino, wouldn't you just get ever so slightly annoyed with all the formalities and responsibilities of this?"

"Oh. I see. In that case I apologize Mr. Briefs."

"Accepted," he said simply before pulling into the private mansion of the Capsule Corporation family. Trunks watched as Usagi's face lit up in excitement and awe as she caught sight of the giant mansion. "Welcome, to my home.…"



Usagi was in wonderland as she was bombarded with beautiful works of both art and technology; she had never seen such a large place, and she found herself sadly thinking back to the crumbling ruins of the Moon Kingdom.

"Miss Tsukino, what's wrong?"

Usagi blushed; she hadn't realized the tears beginning to pool in her eyes. "G-Gomen, I'm sorry. It's just so beautiful here."

Mirai looked at her oddly, but dismissed it and led her back outside, to the rear of the Capsule Corp. mansion. "Tsukino-san, I'll be right back, I have to go get my grandfather, perhaps he can help you with your car. Feel free to walk around. But whatever you do, do not get too close to the round dome over there," he pointed to the gravitron. "Ja ne, Miss Tsukino!"

"Goodbye, and thank you Briefs-san."

Usagi sat down on a small bench and looked around, tapping her fingernails on the wood finish. "Gees, how long does it take?" she whispered to herself. It had been over a half hour.

An explosion came from the gravitron, Usagi jumped out of her seat. The roof had a gaping hole in it and small spheres were shooting red laser beams at a misty figure. A beam hit him head on and he crumpled to the floor.

Usagi dashed towards him.

"Sir! Sir!" She screamed, coughing at the dust. "Daijoubu ka? Daijoubu?" She crept through the rubble and screamed as suddenly a laser beam missed her face by a few seconds. It was enough to scare anyone. "Moon Eternal! MAKEUP!"

The agent of love and justice spread her wings and took to the sky, floating above the rubble. The robotic spheres chased after her.



Black eyes hardened. Vegeta stood up and brushed off his spandex suit. He wiped blood from his forehead and corner of his mouth. He noticed the spheres weren't shooting anymore. Could something have turned them off?

Vegeta, with the worlds' biggest frown on his face looked into the sky above him. His frown was replaced with an open mouth and his ebony eyes shot open. "Selenity-san…"

Eternal Sailor Moon screamed as she narrowly missed one of the blasts, lost her balance in the sky, and tumbled to the ground.

Vegeta's face hardened. 'No,' he told himself, 'this is just a cruel, sick, wannabe. No one could replace her…no one! Usagi was strong, and graceful, and, and, she would never have done anything like this!' "FINAL FLASH!"



Vegeta watched through glaring eyes at the soldier of the moon as his small attack crashed into her and the dust cleared. He looked at her in shock. She was laying in a tattered heap on the floor, her outfit frayed and smoking. She was either unconscious or dead.

Mirai no Trunks ran outside, his eyes widened at the scene before him. "VEGETA!" he called.

"What is it boy?" the prince snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy? What are you doing in this time, I thought you went back?"

Trunks glared back with ferocity. "What are you doing, picking on a defenseless girl like that? She was trying to help you! Why did you attack her?"

Vegeta ignored him and started flexing his muscles experimentally. After a pause, he spoke. "So full of questions, aren't you, boy? Now get lost before I show you what a REAL saiya-jin can do."

In seconds Vegeta was staring into aqua eyes. "I *am* a real saiya-jin. And I COMMAND you to take that girl inside and get her treated."

Vegeta had to scoff at that. "You dare to say that to your prince? I don't need to be a super saiya-jin to kick your ass, brat. Now get the hell out of my face."

Trunks flinched. That had hurt. He never had known cruelty, sure, like the Androids, but he had never known such hatred, especially from his own father. Mirai would spend quite a lot of time thinking about that one. "Just take her inside….and make sure she's okay."

Vegeta flipped the girl lazily over his shoulder and walked away, shooting a ki blast behind him at Mirai.



A few days later, Bulma walked into an extra room where a patched up Tsukino Usagi lay recuperating. Bulma was carrying a tray of fresh bandages and a glass of water, incase the girl had awakened. She stepped inside the room, and the entire tray flew up in shock. The glass shattered on contact, but that was the only noise, until….

"VEGETA? What on earth are you doing here?!"

Vegeta was sitting in a chair next to Usagi's bed, staring at the ceiling. "Waitin'," he mumbled without looking up.

Bulma raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Waiting for what?"

"Are all women so damn nosy, or just you?"

"Are all saiya-jin's such assholes? No, wait, that right has been reserved specifically to you!"

Usagi moaned and stirred. Her eyes opened ever so slowly and they focused in on her surroundings.

Vegeta stared.

A music filled his ears, a music like nothing else he had ever heard, light and airy with such an uplifting tune it was impossible to describe. Since saiya-jin's had never really listened to music, he seemed in awe, enchanted by it.

He did not see bandages, or a bruised face. All he saw was a pair of bright, shining summer blue eyes and long hair like liquid sunshine. And the eyes, they made him feel like he was looking at sunshine through ice.

"Selenity…." he found himself whispering again.

Usagi's eyes widened. "Who are you? Where am I?"

Bulma shoved Vegeta out of her sight. "You bum! Er—Konichi wa, watashi wa Briefs Bulma. You are in the Capsule Corp mansion, after you got stuck in a burning building. You are badly burned, so please, do not move. A nurse will be here shortly to tend to any need you could possibly have. If you need anything, food, drink, a phone, please ask."

In the thoughtful silence that came in the wake of the words, Vegeta made his getaway.



Vegeta sat pondering, in his new gravity room. What had convinced him to stay by her side? Selenity was dead, he had seen her die himself. She had thrust the cold tip of a sword into her own flesh. Yes…. he remembered that moment well. He had replayed it in his mind millions of times.



Selenity stood up with glassy eyes and glared at Beryl. "Beryl. I give up. You win. Too many sacrifices for me have taken place. All of my senshi are now dead for me. I give up. But you won't have the satisfaction of killing me. EVER!" With that the greatest senshi of all times plunged the sword harshly into her heart.



He remembered the way her smile would brighten the dark days in Freeza's ship. The way she would pout cutely until she got her way. The way she would call him Veggie-head. The way her she would twist one of those long, golden, strands of hair absentmindedly with her fingers. Vegeta sighed. It was the sigh of a confused man. Could this really be his Selenity? The one that fit perfectly into his arms, the one whose hair always smelled like roses. The only one who had ever beat him in a spar, that he had never sought revenge on?