Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Sailor Moon or Dragonball Z.
Author's Notes: Minna-chan, I want to thank all of those who have been so supportive of this fic so far. Unfortunately, I won't be continuing this fic any time soon. When I first wrote this fic, I wanted to write about the consequences of interfering with time, and I wanted to write a straight romance. Against my better judgement (and warnings of Jade-chan), I decided to make life difficult by writing a love triangle. That was something I hadn't really seen before and I wanted to throw my own spin on it. In hindsight, I appear to have left Chapter 3 in a bad place (I meant it to be suspenseful really), and thus, caused a few reviewers to say I was a) predictable, and b) uncreative.
So without further due, I give you what I intended. I wanted to write a story about what happened if Piccolo destroyed the moon, and what would happen if the Silver Millennium occurred some time after that. The Silver Millennium as we know would not exist. As a twist, I decided to have Queen Serenity manage to save Usagi in time, and have her train under Setsuna in order to return to the past to save their future. When Usagi and Setsuna unknowingly tamper with the past, I borrowed upon the idea of science. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I started wondering what would happen in the future, specifically what would happen to Goku and Gohan, and who could be the best person to time travel. I chose Mirai Trunks specifically for the reason that he would be the other corner in the triangle. Because Raditzu never warned Goku and Gohan about the Saiyajin warriors that would be arriving in a year's time, the end result is Goku and Gohan's death. Trunks' duty in all of this would be to warn Goku and Gohan in time so that they could train and prepare for Vegeta and Nappa's arrival.
As of now, I have written up to a point, where I need to decide who Usagi picks. And unfortunately, I appear to have created a love triangle that's too strong for me, and my love for happy endings forbids me to let either man suffer. So, it WILL remain unfinished until I either get a brilliant idea to do that, or if I feel the inclination to complete it. If you happen to be interested in what I've done so far, don't hesitate to email me. I can give you what I have so far (unedited) but I have no interest in finishing this fic at this point. My appologies to those who have been following along. I give you chapter 4 with my best wishes.
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Unforeseen: Chapter 4
Blood drained from his face as he stared at their sleeping figures blindly, torn between rage and heartbreak. She lay in his arms, so trusting, snuggled deep within the stranger's arms. Her silvery hair spread out like a fan on the stranger's chest, causing Goku's heart to wrench in agony. Jealousy and pain beyond anything he'd ever felt before pounded deep in his blood, causing his ki to rise significantly. Usagi stirred, as if sensing his presence. Opening her eyes slowly, she sat up to stare at him with absolute innocence. A gentle smile touched her face, further softening the expression on her face as she gazed at him. Goku was taken aback. Out of all the reactions he was anticipating, this wasn't one of them. She looked so ... innocent. She moved away from the stranger, careful not to wake him up. Walking towards him, she held out her hand. Goku took a step back in confusion. He had just found her in the arms of her kidnapper for God's sake. Her eyes reflected her puzzlement as she noted his movement away from her.
"Is Gohan all right?"
He managed a nod, not particularly trusting his own emotions at this point. It was like a cesspool of emotions, whirling back and forth.
"Goku... I have some good news."
"I can see that," he responded sarcastically. Usagi's eyes widened, startled by the note of anger that she heard in his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"I rushed over here as soon as I could, and I find you in the arms of your supposed kidnapper. Tell me, did you have fun stringing me along? Hurting my feelings? Or is this just something you do every day?" The words escaped Goku's mouth, and even as he said it, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the expression of pain he caused in her.
"I... I don't know what you mean. I just wanted to tell you about Trunks-kun..."
"Trunks-kun," Goku mimicked, the hurt in him so great at the moment that he just wanted to lash out and make her feel what he did at the moment. "You sure didn't waste any time did you?" He spat out angrily. "Just stay away from my son and I. We sure as hell don't need your help."
And with that, he left the cave, leaving a teary-eyed Usagi wondering what on earth had happened to cause him to be so hateful
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Trunks had woken up, having been disturbed by the voices. Pretending to be still asleep, he had overheard the rest of the conversation. Tempted beyond belief to interrupt, he had forcefully restrained himself. Then, Goku had stormed out, and the sobs emerging from Usagi had finally forced him to get up. She stood there so lost and confused, tears slowly trickling down her pale cheeks. He laid a hand on her shoulders gently, and to his surprise, she didn't react like she normally did. The despondent look on her face tore at his heart, making him long to erase the pain that she was feeling. Did she really feel that strongly about Goku? He was seized by pangs of jealousy as he struggled to contain them. Goku is a good man. He deserves to be happy, especially with Chi-Chi passing on three years ago. And Gohan needs a mother. He stared at her, feeling as if he were gazing on perfection. But what about me? A little voice in his head whispered. Don't I deserve a chance to be happy too?
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Usagi felt a pain beyond belief. She felt as if her heart was being physically torn from her as she stared emptily in the direction that Goku left. Why had he been so mean? What had he meant by his accusations? Since she had stepped onto Earth, her life had become so complicated, filled with emotions and feelings that she had never experienced. Gohan... he was such a sweet boy. She would do anything for him, which was what she was supposed to do in order to ensure the survival of the Silver Millennium. But she knew she would go beyond the call of duty. Somehow, the young child stirred maternal instincts in her that she thought never existed. His father on the other hand was a different story. She remembered the first moment she had laid eyes on him. The aura around him shone brightly, almost pure golden, filled with innocence, purity, and goodness. She felt an unfamiliar attraction towards him even as she was completing her mission. Then, there was the time where he touched her hand. Frissions of sensation trailed up her arm, sending goose bumps racing through her blood. It was indescribable how he made her feel. In the back of her mind, she registered that Trunks touched her shoulder, but she was so deep in thought that she ignored it for now. Trunks. Her childhood friend. The one who had always taken care of her, protected her from harm. From his eyes, she felt a sadness and pain that made her gut wrench. For a man at twenty-three, he had definitely seen and experienced too much death in his young life. From his jaw, she saw a man with remarkable strength and determination. From his touch, she experienced feelings that she somehow knew went beyond simple friendship. Like Goku's touch, Trunks caused her to feel a strange tingle in her blood that thrilled and frightened her at the same time. Confusion filled her mind, as scenes of each encounter with each man played repeatedly. And besides that, there was the question of why her body was weakening. Her strength had diminished greatly and it seemed that as time passed by, her energy levels would deplete until she was nothing but a mere mortal. Her brain quickly assessed through all the possible explanations, and found none satisfactory. She silently prayed that she would be able to hold on until the Silver Millennium reappeared.