First off… PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME! I know, I KNOW! I should be finishing up Sacrifice or working on History, but I got this new idea and… fuck it. Yall know how I process. I get distracted because the idea's all bright and new and shiny and I'm like O.O "Look! SHINY! GIMME!" I suck, yeah. I know. But don't worry, I'm about done with a chapter of Sacrifice, and I'm TRYING to work on History, but for some reason that story is fighting me and I don't wanna just publish filler shit. I'm almost done with a V/U AU for The Golden Stranger that will be titled TGS: That Word. So look out for it, I just need to write the intro and it's ready! And now please enjoy this new story, I have LOTS of shit written for it already and my betas love it! And thank you to my girls, Selene and Ana. They keep me in line by making sure certain scenes aren't too hardcore (thank you Ana) and that I don't make Usa too badass (thank you Selene)!

No one was stupid enough to break into Capsule Corp.

That's what Vegeta told himself when his superior hearing picked up a slight bang coming from what was probably the med lab. If the woman had still been among the living, a noise like that wouldn't have been out of place at three in the morning, nor would it be if his son wasn't at school abroad. Hm… maybe he'd set something too close to the edge of a table and it had simply tipped over.

He turned off the television and listened for a few moments, and when he heard what sounded like a quiet, shuddering gasp, he knew he wasn't alone in the compound. "Looks like some punk's got a deathwish," he growled under his breath as he floated quickly down the hallway, completely silent. The Saiyan prince could smell the blood from the doorway, that sharp, coppery scent was so damned strong that it hit his nose like a freight train. That alone was what stopped him from barging in and stomping the shit out of anyone immediately.

Blood meant injury, which meant pain, which meant desperation and panic. True, he didn't really need to worry about any of those things, since he was tied for first with Kakarot as the strongest being on the planet, but Vegeta hadn't gotten as far as he had without learning a thing or two about caution and stealth.

Just barely cracking open the swinging doors to the med lab, Vegeta's brows shot to his hairline at the sight of someone he definitely recognized. It was that moon woman he'd seen on the TV nearly every damned night for at least fifteen years. And by the look of it, she'd gotten fucked over pretty badly by someone, most likely a robber with great aim— or insane luck— if she was really as fast as they said she was on the news.

Vegeta simply watched her for a long time as she slowly and quietly set up some instruments on a towel-covered tray before pulling herself up onto an exam table with her good arm and leg. Every woman he'd ever encountered since he'd landed on Earth would have been screaming their heads off at the amount of pain she had to be in, but the heroine only grit her teeth and sucked in a breath as she rolled onto the table and sat up without making a sound.

His eyebrows rose again as she ripped off the skirt to her fuku and frowned down at a bleeding hole in her thigh, then he smirked as she mouthed a few swear words he was very familiar with. Gods… was she actually going to dig that bullet out of her own leg? Vegeta inwardly sighed as he noted the placement and the angle, and knew damned well that if he didn't stop her right then, he'd likely be burying a corpse in the woods the next morning… and he hated that kind of clean-up, damn it.

He made his decision just as she pulled a strange-looking stick out of nowhere and stuck it between her teeth, most likely to muffle her cries of pain once she started digging into her open wounds. "Stop," he grunted, swinging the double doors open. He wasn't surprised when she leapt off the table and into a fighting stance, but he was slightly impressed. Not only had she done so fluidly while ignoring her obvious injuries, but she'd taken a form that wouldn't put a ton of pressure on that leg and would utilize the limbs that were still whole. "Not going to fight you, woman," he said with another grunt, waving a dismissive hand her way. "Sit down before you fall down." He rolled his eyes and huffed when she only continued to eye him warily and bleed on the floor.

Vegeta shrugged and merely waited, but when the puddle on the floor only got bigger, he sighed in exasperation. "You want to keep bleeding on the tile, woman? Or do you want to get patched up?"

"I don't need your help."

"Normally I'd say 'suit yourself' and be on my merry fucking way, but if you dig that bullet out of your thigh you're going to bleed out in a matter of minutes. And I'd rather not be stuck burying a fucking body in the morning. So do us both a favor and sit your ass down while I wash my hands. Stupid women," he muttered to himself as he turned his back on her and went to the sink, where he rolled up his sleeves and scrubbed to the elbows.

He was satisfied when he heard her slide back onto the table with a gasp and a tiny groan, and once his hands were dry he stepped up to the table. "You can't just dig around near the femoral artery, woman," he muttered as he picked up the instrument she'd held only a few moments before.

"Wouldn't be the first time I'd done it," she whispered bitterly. Nodding to the scar on her other leg. "I heal fast," she explained, "so I'm not in as much danger as you would think. And I'm extremely fucking hard to kill."

Noting a few other very faint scars on her legs and arms, Vegeta merely nodded and pointed to the stick with the crescent moon on it that she'd been about to bite down on. "You're still gonna need that, moon woman."

Sailor Moon stuck her wand in her mouth and gave a quick nod to signal that she was ready, and her muffled yell filled the room as Vegeta quickly shoved the tool into the wound and quickly located the bullet. It wasn't in deep, at least, and he easily extracted it before reaching for the stitching materials she'd set on the tray before she'd sat down for the first time.

"Thank you," she whispered, quickly brushing away the tears on her cheeks. "It was an armed robbery at a convenience store. The bastards had automatic weapons and just started spraying the fucking place with bullets when I showed."

Lucky shot, then. That answered his question as to how she'd managed to get hit. The prince sewed up the wound with a speed that spoke of years of experience with that sort of thing before bandaging it. "Why here?" He asked flatly.

"No press, no doctors, no assholes trying to take my blood to run tests on it. And I know Capsule Corp has a full medical setup. And if I'd gone in my civilian form, I would have been just as screwed. Gunshot wounds are reported to the police. I made that mistake once before, and now some bad people have an idea who I am. I don't want that to happen again." Sailor Moon sighed a little and shook her head. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone caught me using this place."

That stopped Vegeta dead in his tracks, and he looked up at her, glaring darkly into her crystal blue eyes. "You mean this isn't the first time you've used my lab, woman?"

With a simple rise and fall of her uninjured shoulder, she confirmed his suspicions. "Sorry. Not much choice when you want to keep a low profile, and I did always clean up after myself."

"How many years have you been using this place?" He asked curiously.

"Huh… about nine?" She thought about that for a long moment and finally shook her head. "No. Eight. Eight years. I was twenty-one when I got shot in the calf, and I wasn't far from here, so this is where I headed."

And he hadn't heard her a single time until tonight. Damn, if that didn't speak volumes for her stealth skills. The girl was like a fucking ninja!

Obviously she'd pissed him off a little, and she huffed at the look he was giving her. "I'd say I'd pay for everything I've used, but I don't make much. My boss is a bit of a cheap asshole," she added with a humorless chuckle.

"It's not the money," Vegeta grunted. "It's the fact that I have extremely good hearing I haven't heard you once."

"Well, I banged the tray, damn it!" She snapped at him. "I'm right-handed, and since I can't use my right at the moment for obvious reasons, I kind of bobbled it!"

"And you were going to remove a bullet next to an artery with your weak hand?" Vegeta scoffed incredulously. "You might be the quietest damned mover I've ever encountered, but you're also the most idiotic." He shook his head in annoyance as he moved to her back and eyed the two bullet holes in her shoulder. "Deep breath," he ordered. "And hold it." How she was going to remove these was beyond him, but he didn't bother asking as he prepared to dig into her shoulder.

The heroine did as she was told as she bit down on her wand again, and she couldn't help but be impressed at his skill; he was in and out of both gunshot wounds in mere seconds while she gave a pair of muffled cries and clenched her gloved fists against the pain. She let her wand drop into her lap as she panted for air and waited for him to finished stitching her up, and when he clipped the last bit of thread, she slid to the edge of the table and carefully balanced on her good leg. "Thank you again. I'll clean up in a few minutes; my wounds couldn't start mending on their own while the bullets were still in them, but now I should be fine a day or two."

"You're not human, then."

She shook her head slightly. "No, I'm not." When she turned her head to find him regarding her patiently, waiting for her to elaborate, she shrugged. "What does it matter?"

"Call it curiosity. You owe me for eight years of medical supplies, the least you could do would be to humor me." Vegeta smirked, knowing he'd won when she sighed and looked at the floor. "So, what are you?"

"Lunarian." Sailor Moon got the mop and used her good arm to soak it down in the sink before getting started on the dripped trail of blood that started at the window and ended in a puddle at the side of the table.

Vegeta blinked and stared for a moment. "The Moon Kingdom's been gone for centuries, woman. They were all slaughtered; right down to the last man, woman and child."

"Reincarnated. I'm the last one left." She put the mop up and started on the exam table, then stuck all the instruments in the machine that would clean and sterilize them for later use. "There, all done," she said wearily. Sailor Moon looked at him a little awkwardly before tipping her head in respect. "Thank you again… I won't come here anymore. I'll find another place."

Vegeta surprised both of them when he suddenly spoke, just before she'd climbed out the window. "No, I'm the only one that uses this room, anyway. Just call ahead next time so I don't blast you to hell. That's what I usually do to intruders," he added with a savage grin.

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Usagi broke down when she entered her bedroom window to find her apartment ransacked. They'd found her again, it seemed, but they'd never find what they were looking for. The crystal wasn't just in a compact anymore, sitting around where anyone could find it and scoop it up. It was part of her body now, and even if it weren't, she wouldn't be dumb enough to let it out of her subspace pocket.

Pulling her phone from her subspace, Usagi dialed her job.

"What?"

"It's Usagi. I'm afraid I have to call out for today, my apartment was broken into, and—"

"Woman, your personal life is no concern of mine. If you work for me, you show up on time, or your ass is out of a job," he replied gruffly.

"I have never called in sick in ten years, Mr. Briefs, have never taken a vacation, and—"

"What in the hell do you even do around here anyway, woman? The only thing I've ever seen you do is play around on that damned computer of yours! Fuck it, you're fired." Click.

Usagi nearly crushed her phone against the wall in her fury, but took some solace in the fact that she'd finally called him a cheap bastard to his face that night… even if he hadn't known who she was. "No… this is fine. This is just fine. You fucking hated that job anyway, and he never showed you any appreciation. Trunks will give you a good reference if you need it, and that dumbass will be miserable when he realizes just how much work goes into running that fucking company."

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"The fuck?" Vegeta frowned at the first sip of his coffee and immediately dumped it in the sink before fixing himself another cup. The second one tasted nearly as vile as the first, and he growled in annoyance as the second followed the first down the drain. "You!" He said sharply to a maid who was simply passing through. "Where's the coffee? The good coffee?"

The maid shrugged. "Ms. Usagi always makes the coffee, sir. I meant to ask you anyway, did Ms. Usagi still want the spare rooms aired out on the west side of the compound, or had she changed her mind before you fired her?" That last bit was said with just the slightest smile; all of the Capsule Corp domestic employees were going to have an immensely entertaining time bothering the boss with all of the mundane day-to-day questions that Usagi fielded.

"Sir?" A man asked from the doorway. "The delivery truck for the landscaping is waiting outside. I need someone to sign the invoice and supervise the unloading."

"Ms. Usagi," the maid supplied with a smile.

"So I guessed," Vegeta grunted. Alright, fine. This wouldn't be so hard… right? If a slip of a woman that he rarely even saw could take care of all of this, he could do it, too. After all, he was the crown prince of Vegeta-sai. "Fine. You sign the invoice and supervise the unloading," Vegeta told the man. Then he pointed at the maid. "You do whatever you think should be done for the day. I'll be in the damned gravity room."

There! That was easy enough, wasn't it? What in the hell was he paying a personal assistant for anyway if he could simply point and tell people what to do? He'd figure out the coffee eventually, too.

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"Mr. Briefs?"

"What!? I haven't even been in here for fifteen damned minutes! Can't any of you do your jobs without someone holding your hands!?"

"Mr. Briefs, this is a very large compound… if you haven't noticed," the butler told him dryly. "Your PA supervised all of the goings-on here, and without her… well… sorry to be blunt, but shit's falling apart out here. And your son's on the phone, sir."

"Urgh… fine." Vegeta shut down the gravity and stomped outside to take the phone. It was already ten in the morning, he'd finally broken the damned coffee maker in a fit of rage when he'd yet again failed to make it properly, and then he'd come out here to let off some steam after instructing ten other employees to just go do something productive. "What?" He snapped into the phone.

"Father, is Usa sick or something? I need the files for the day and she hasn't sent them over yet."

"The what?"

"Dear Kami…" Trunks sighed and shook his head. "Fuck. Where is Usagi at?"

"I fired her this morning."

"What!? Why, Father!?"

"She called out of work, and I told her she was fired," Vegeta grunted. He was already regretting the action, but his son's worried tone told him he was only about to regret it even more.

"She hasn't called out in ten years, Father. And you fired her?" Now Trunks sounded angry, and the teen took a deep breath before continuing. "Father, we had millions of dollars riding on a stock deal this morning, and without those files, we're going to lose the opportunity to make that money. I want you to call Usagi right now and offer her job back."

"No."

"Fine, Father. Then go upstairs to my room, and call all of the necessary people to make this deal go through. I have an exam in an hour, and I was merely going to go over the deal quickly before signing it and faxing it to Usagi and the brokers. I simply can't do it today. The phone numbers are in a file on my desktop, and the spreadsheets should be in another file that Usagi would have saved to my harddrive."

Vegeta blinked and inwardly groaned. Computers? Dear gods, he hated human computers more than anything. Even more than Kakarot. He hung up the phone and handed it to the butler. "Call the damned woman and offer her job back," he grunted.

"A wise choice, sir," he chuckled softly. He dialed Usagi, frowned after several moments of speaking with her, and hung up. "Her exact words, sir, were 'shove it up your ass.' Would you like me to call her again? She hung up on me."

"No," Vegeta grunted. "Dial the number and hand me the phone." He took it this time, and was a little shocked to hear a growl that rivaled his own.

"No, Bryan! You can go tell that pompous, arrogant, heartless, idiotic motherfucker that he can take that job and shove it up his fucking ass!" A woman's voice snarled through the earpiece.

"I suppose I could try to, but I'm sure my ass would be a tight fit," Vegeta muttered dryly.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, and the prince could hear a lot of banging and crashing in the background. "So, the high-and-mighty douchebag finally decides to call and apologize himself?" She snorted.

"Something like that. I need you here within the hour; Trunks called and there's some sort of computer thing that I know nothing about. And then there's the coffee—"

"I'm not coming back, asshole." Click.

When Vegeta wanted something, he got it, and he promptly hit redial again, only to get her voicemail. With a savage little grin, he continued to blow up her phone until she picked it up.

"WHAT!?"

"We can do this all day, woman. I have nothing better to do other than try to figure out what all of these employees are supposed to be doing, and while they're making me a little nuts, it is fairly entertaining watching them run around without much aim."

"Fine then," she snapped, "I'll just turn off my fucking phone." Click.

"Bitch," he muttered, before handing the phone back to the butler. What was his name again? "Bryan, I'll need her address. I'm going to get a capsule car, and I expect it by the time I come back."

"Yes sir," the butler responded, unable to contain a chuckle. He had it waiting for Vegeta when he returned, and handed it over with another laugh. "Good luck, sir, she'll likely claw your eyes out just for showing up unannounced. She values her privacy, that one."

Vegeta took off once he was out of sight of any servants and shot towards the city, going to Super Saiyan when Trunks called his cell phone; he let the voicemail pick up since he couldn't talk and fly at the same time, and he touched down in what looked like a bad part of South City.

She lived here? Dear Kami, this was practically a slum. Vegeta felt a pang of guilt as he approached a building where several people were doing drugs right out in the open. Gods, how much did he pay this woman, anyway? Whatever it was, it obviously wasn't enough for her to even live off of. He knocked on door nineteen sharply, and when the tiny blonde opened it, he wasn't surprised to see her glare at him before slamming it shut in his face.

He found the lock broken, though, and simply swung it back open. "Look, woman. I need you to—what the fuck happened here?"

"My apartment was broken into last night. Or didn't you hear a word I fucking said when I called you this morning!?" She yelled at him, wiping at fresh tears of frustration.

"Did they steal anything, or just ransack the joint?" Vegeta asked curiously. There was a whole lot of damage, but from what he could see, even the electronics were still there; they were just smashed and thrown about.

"They were looking for something they'll never find," she replied absently as she threw another bag of trash on top of the pile in the corner. "Are you going to fuck off, or do I need to kick your ass?" She finally asked, when the fact that he was just staring while she did all the work began to severely grind her nerves.

"I'll send someone to clean all of this up if you like. I need you back to work right now."

"No, I have to go hunt for a new apartment before they come back while I'm at home," she snapped, moving back into her bedroom.

Vegeta followed her, and when she scoffed at a piece of paper on her dresser, crumpled it, and threw it to the floor, he picked it up and read it. "'Nice panties.' Well, isn't that just fucking creepy?" He snorted.

"And they always take a souvenir. Now please get out. Fuck this mess, let someone else sort through it." She started shoving all of her clothing into two suitcases and zipped them up when she was done. Everything else she owned was in her subspace and she aimed to keep it that way. Travel light: that was her credo over the last decade.

"So you need somewhere to stay."

"No shit, Sherlock. You want to recommend an apartment that I can actually afford on what you paid me? Oh, wait. That's right. You're Vegeta Briefs, you've never had to do something as demeaning as apartment hunting in your entire life."

"I'll admit, I've never had to look for a place to live." At least not on this planet, anyway… but none of his employees knew what he was. He looked around at the faded wallpaper and the cracked tiling on the floor. "How much do I pay you?" He asked curiously.

"Not even close to what I should be making," she snorted in contempt. "I'm leaving now," she added, as she set her house keys on the counter and walked out the door.

Not sure what else to do, Vegeta followed her back out onto the street, where she ignored the cat calls from the druggies and stomped down the sidewalk to the corner store. "Watch my bags if you insist on following me," she ordered him without a second thought.

When she came back out, it was with a pop in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and she was puffing on it furiously, almost as if someone was going to snatch it right out of her hand. "No one's going to steal it from you, onna," Vegeta snorted.

"I quit two years ago," she replied flatly, "and I have a mind to smoke this whole fucking pack today, so I don't want to hear a goddamned word about how bad they are for me."

"You won't hear a word out of me, woman. So, answer me this. What should someone that does… whatever the hell it is you do… make yearly?"

"Over eighty grand," Usagi said without hesitation.

"And I pay you?"

"Twenty."

Vegeta was floored by that and just stared at her. "Why in the hell didn't you just say something, woman!? Damn, I would have given you a raise."

"Oh. You would have given me a raise?" Usagi chuckled humorlessly. "The woman that does nothing but sit on her ass in front of a computer? Who doesn't do any work anyway? Fucking prick," she huffed, pitching her cigarette into the street.

"Then why in the hell did you stay?"

"Your wife hired me, I felt sorry for you when she died, and you never asked me any personal questions or bothered me at my work. You also never cared if I skipped out a little early; now I know how truly oblivious you were to everything I've done over the years."

"I'll pay you a hundred grand a year," Vegeta said quickly, wanting nothing more than to get the hell back home and back in the gravity room where he belonged. After he'd had a cup of coffee, of course. "Plus ten percent for back pay every six months until I'm caught up to however much it is I owe you. Plus room and board at Capsule Corp. I have plenty of fucking room in that place as it is, I wouldn't even notice you were there if you'd been living there all this time."

He smirked when she just gaped at him, but the astonished expression on her face didn't last long as she lit another cigarette and studied him with the eyes of a business woman preparing to negotiate. "I want stock options and medical and dental coverage as well."

"Done. Anything else?"

"My personal life is none of your concern. Anything I do that doesn't have to do with my job is none of your fucking business, and if I tell you so, you won't press for answers."

"So long as it doesn't interfere with your work or bring drama into my home, I don't give a shit what you do, woman."

Usagi stuck out her hand, and was hit with a tingle of desire when their hands clasped and they shook firmly. Despite what she thought about him being handed everything on a silver platter, his hands were extremely rough with callouses and spoke of a man that had worked his ass off his entire life. That thought was interrupted when she heard a noise that always threw chills down her spine, and she tackled Vegeta to the sidewalk. "DOWN!"

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