Part 11 already?? Wow! Thought I ditched this fic a
long time ago.
Usagi looked around in amazement, suddenly she
started to shake violently. She couldn't stop, all around her was death, decay
and suffering. Exactly how it had been when she was much younger. Corpses
littered the dirty avenue.
Usagi had landed in what looked like it had once been a prosperous
town. But now it reeked of the sewers, and people roamed the roads in gangs,
hoping to catch a traveler unawares. Usagi watched as people fought each other
over a simple piece of bread, or matchstick. She noticed a hooded man follow
her, his back was hunched, and she couldn't see his face. He wore an odd
looking trench coat with a large hood, that covered his face.
Usagi knew she was a rather strong individual, but she felt her nerves
drain away at the sight of him. She quickened her pace, trying not to look
abashed. She left the town, her senses picking up Goku in the North, Krillin,
Yamcha and Oolong were very near to them. Goku's fighting spirit as well as
Vegeta's (whom she had just sensed) was raised, she felt them power up
repeatedly.
The man approached her at a quick pace, not thought for a person with a
crooked spine. It caught Usagi in surprise, and he pointed a gun at her from
beneath his long coat. "Money, food, water," he croaked, as if he hadn't had
water for weeks.
"I-I"
"Now!" he said caulking the gun.
Usagi blinked, she suddenly remembered all about her training, and
kicked his hand, knocking the gun away. She vanished, and reappeared in the
same spot holding his gun.
The man chuckled, not evilly, but not friendly either. He pulled back
his hood, and placed an arm on his back, he pushed hard, and Usagi heard the
crunching of bones. He had apparently snapped his spine straight.
Usagi paled as he stood up to his full height, much taller than Usagi's
measly four feet, eleven.
He pulled his hood back, revealing a middle-aged man with dark eyes,
and hair. He had an unshaven face and a nice looking smile. His figure proved
Usagi's suspicions right, he was a fighter. His hard muscled arms and legs
proved it, and his eyes were rimmed with the same haunting appearance as
Usagi's. There was a deep scent of whisky on his breath, the young girl took a
step back.
"I-I'm sorry," Usagi stammered, looking up at his towering height.
The man leaned back and laughed heartily, the ground shook. "No need to
be afraid, m'dear. Can't trust people these day's, though I wouldn't say no to
some food or water," he said chuckling, it soon turned into a hoarse wheeze.
"No supplies m'girl, sorry."
"I could just go to the next town and-"
"Don't bother, not unless you can get to a great river in no less than
an hour."
Usagi merely smirked, grabbed the cracked empty cup hidden underneath
the stranger's cloak and vanished.
Not over ten seconds she reappeared with a full cup, "your welcome,"
she said and handed him the clay piece.
The man smiled and gulped down the water. Finally after a satisfying
belch, and tap on his stomach he faced his savior, "ne'er in all me time. Even
the one boy with strength way out of his league c'dn't've done it."
"Now that you've been rejuvenated, I would like to see your skills sir.
I think you could be of use to us."
"Us?"
"The Z fighters. Or, a group of fighters ready to give up themselves
for their planet. Ever heard of Capsule Corp?" Usagi said.
"Ever heard of Son Goku--?"
"Our leader," Usagi finished smartly. "He isn't doing so well at the
moment, if you want to help us, come. But I'd really like to see your skills."
The stranger smiled, and whipped off his cloak, revealing a well built
man. "Names Enkou, yours?"
"Briefs Usagi, nice to meet you sir."
"Well, I come from am asteroid orbiting Saturn. My mission was to find
new fighters, I was looking for the one on Mercury, but my ship crashed here
instead. I'm a mercenary now, yes I have skills. I can rearrange my form, with
some help of my potions," he said, jerking his head towards a bag Usagi hadn't
noticed before. "I'm normally a fire spirit, but it's best you not see it, it
will suck the souls out of most alien races. I'm a good fighter, lemme show
you."
Usagi took a fighters stance, aware of what was coming next. Enkou
slammed his fist forwards, Usagi jumped into the air, and sent a kick at
lightning speed towards him. Even quicker than Usagi could ever go, Enkou
curled up into a ball and screamed as kryptonite spikes tore through his cloak.
He had sprouted spikes on his body. He rolled forwards like a hedgehog,
knocking away Usagi's kick, and, knocking her to the ground.
Enkou unrolled himself and looked at the sky. He muttered an
incantation, and held his hands skywards as if receiving a gift from the gods.
He yelled again, and Usagi felt his power level rise. The spikes began to grow,
as did his body. He towered above the trembling child. His hideous form was
easily the size of a skyscraper. It was black brown, with spit dangling in
large hoops from his black lips. Whatever sound escaped from his throat was a
gruesome roar. It pulled back it's head and roared it's defiance at Usagi.
Usagi stood up, wiped off the dirt from her skirt and gazed at her
opponent. A little on the big side, she thought, putting a hand up to shield
her gaze from the sun. "Well hello,"
she said with a grin. She blasted upwards, ready for battle.
Enkou-demon swung his spiked tail, attempting to hit the rabbit. But,
just like every bunny, Usagi lept out of sight in the nick of time.
She teleported behind the demon and took a hold on his tail, she
grunted, her muscles straining with effort. She grunted, and pulled,
Enkou-demon's toes left the ground. The girl tugged as hard as she could,
lifting him higher and higher into the air.
But she missed something.
She missed the smile that passed through the hideous face. Enkou-demon
transformed again, this time back into his normal dingy self. He held up his
hand and a new cloak seemed to grow out of his skin. He clapped softly.
"Excellent. C'dn't do better meself. However," he said as his smile faded, "I
would like to see what you can really do."
"Uh sir, wasn't I supposed to interrogate you, not the other way
around?" Usagi said, trying to avoid what was happening next. She never did
like real battles, but the training she enjoyed.
"We'll see." He threw off his cloak, magically revealing a karate gi.
He took a fighters stance, and waited for Usagi to make her move.
Usagi grinned, now she would know his real power. And it could save
this world if she could convince the fiery man.
Enkou began to power up, small rocks beginning to cover the sky.
Usagi's fighting spirit began to arouse, an odd feeling. She shivered
in excitement as it flowed through her. She curled her tingling fingers into
fists and held them in front of her. Not being able to resist the urge to show
off any longer, Usagi powered up. The small rocks were replaced with boulders
as a light pink aura surrounded Usagi. Her blonde hair, still in odango's from
when she was with Serena, flew up. Usagi's eyes flickered aqua for a split
second but then faded back to shimmering blue.
Enkou's aura was red, and growing faster by the moment. He wasn't
shouting, as Usagi was. But by not doing so, for some strange reason he was
gaining more power faster than Usagi.
The two stopped so suddenly that their powers set off a tiny explosion.
Well to the two dots hovering high up in the sky it was.
"If you can defeat me child, then I will help you. Fair is fair kid, I
won't transform, you won't either."
"Huh?" Usagi mumbled, "me transforming?" She paused for a moment. "Oh!
You mean into Sailor Moon. Deal."
The two shook hands, neither trying to squeeze each other's harder.
They rocketed apart and clashed furiously against one an other.
Another few clashes brought Usagi to the ground, breathing heavily.
Enkou was just to strong, every time they touched a burning pain spread through
Usagi. A well placed blow could knock her dead, and that was probably the best
chance she had. Enkou hit her hard, and Usagi fell to the ground.
She looked up, her vision stained with blood from a cut on her temple.
She was laying on her stomach, her arms like the dead limbs of a cut down tree.
She had to get up, he Enkou would be a powerful tool against Forballa. Suddenly
a thought struck Usagi.
If she didn't defeat Enkou, he wouldn't fight with her against
Forballa! New fuel swam through her veins, thunder rippled through the sky.
Fire burned in her eyes, melting the hard ice which coated them. Her limbs felt
as hard as the toughest metals. She looked at the sky and roared, the power
surging defiantly around her. Why wasn't Enkou attacking?
Her hair streaked silver, then returned to it's normal blonde. Usagi
had felt so much power during that moment. She had to make it happen again. She
clenched her fists to herself and cemented her teeth.
She imagined everything in the future, she would win victory over
Enkou. They would march proudly against Forballa, and Gohan, he would be there
too. They would go into battle, she would become a super saiya-jin at long
last. And Forballa would melt into a hideous pile of slush. The world would
flourish, and she would bask in glory. She would marry Gohan, she would have to
take turns seeing Maniki and her husband.
Usagi's closed eyes flashed aqua and remained, her hair rippled over to
a shade of silver, pure as the moon. Her dreams reflected in her eyes, as they
opened. Her bones had shrunk, letting muscle take their place.
She had done it. She had become a super saiya-jin, the first female
ever. And the fifth period.
She had just realized that Enkou was attacking her. Over and over he
had tried. She blinked in confusion, looking at his hunched and retreating
figure. Usagi's eyes clouded over, her hair faded back to blonde and she
collapsed.
Usagi slowly drifted back to reality. Her long hair was swirled around
her, and she could barely see as the red haze of battle sloshed before her line
of vision. "Goku," she said slowly. "I must go!" she mumbled, thrashing in her
half conciousness.
A cold cloth puched her back.
"No."
A small hand felt the side of her neck.
"She alright?" said a blurry Enkou.
"She'll live," a woman sighed. "Poor Usagi."
"Come on," said a woman, "soups on."
There was a mass of footsteps to leave. They died down, and Usagi felt
she had enough strength to stand up. She got up and examined the room, it was
empty, save for the bed and a dresser, where a white cloth and a bowl of water
lay. There were no windows, Usagi had a feeling that she was far below the
surface. She opened the door and went into the long corridor. There was a
strange familiarity to the decorations on the walls.
The hall ended with a door, she stepped through and found herself
staring at Enkou, Trunks, her mother, and her grandmother.
"Mom!" Usagi yelled and threw her arms around her. Her mother smiled,
and patted the head resting on her chest. It was amazing how one year could
take it's toll on people. And it was incredible how close alike Usagi's mom,
and grandma were starting to look.
"'Sagi!" Trunks cooed excitedly, throwing his chubby arms into the air.
"Hiya Trunks," Usagi said, pulling him into an embrace. He giggled, and
she put him back. "Hi grandma, Enkou. How did you get me here, and where are
we?"
Bulma motioned for her to take a seat. "Well, your grandpa got a little
scared, and he decided we should go belowground and lie low for a while." Not
that it'll do any good against Forballa but atleast we're safe from people."
"As Enkou so graciously decided to demonstrate!" Usagi said, trying to
bust him. He just shrugged. "Where are the rest? ChiChi, and Goku, Gohan,
Vegeta. Where are they?"
"Master Roshi is down the hall with Oolong and all the others who
didn't want to fight. The saiya-jins are all with Forballa, I hope they're
okay. And ChiChi," she said, looking down. "Well she's probably dead, and
Piccolo too."
"No!" Usagi yelled angrilly. "No she can't be! I-I saw her on
Forballa's ship," she protested.
"You've been on his ship?" Bulma looked up.
"Yeah, didn't you know? Piccolo and I."
Bulma got up and cupped her hands around her daughters. "Usagi, you
don't realize how much this could help us, what did he do?"
"Um," Usagi bit her lip, she didn't want to say, but it was her
mother. "Well we fought it out for a bit, then he showed me ChiChi, she was
allright, but she wasn't consious. And then he put these handcuff things on. He
said that I was much more powerful than everyone…"
By the time Usagi had finished her entire story including her real
childhood everyone was in tears except for Enkou. Usagi described everything
like it was a vivid, twisted story someone made up. When Piccolo died Mrs.
Briefs opened her eyes, only to have them filled with tears. When she described
her real mother Bulma looked so hopeful and responsible. When she explained
that she had to go back, Bulma looked sad, but gave her a reassuring pat.
Pluto and Serena were key characters and Bulma marvelled at it all.
When Usagi finished she bit her lip, trying to hold the tears back.
Finally Bulma spoke, "well, I would love for you to stay here but I see
that it's not possible. Why you're a saiya-jin I really don't know. Now then!
You're going back to the surface with Enkou and you're going to fight Forballa.
There's no way I can stop you."
"Thank's Mom," Usagi gave her a hug.
"I'm not your mom though Usagi."
"Yes you are, and you always will be mom," Usagi said. "I have to go
mom, c'mon Enkou, let's go find Goku and help." Usagi turned to her mother. "Bye
Mom, if I don't come back, I still love you."
Bulma nodded, her eyes brimming, "follow the corridor down, you know
how to get out Enkou."
They reached the surface within a few moments. "Enkou, how come even
though you're so strong you couldn't even teleport or fly to a water source so
you could have a drink?"
Enkou's amber eyes twinkled merrily, "a test, m'dear." He hovered, and
shot off.
"Oh." Usagi lept into the air, soaring after Enkou towards Goku's power
level.
"Usagi you're a super saiya-jin, how come you need my help?" Enkou
inquired.
"Me? A super saiya-jin? Since when? I'm just Usagi a saiya-jin
but not a super saiya-jin, that's the Son's and Vegeta's department, sorry."
"Sorry?" Enkou said and burst out laughing. "Of course you're a super
saiya-jin, what do you think happened right back there?"
"I powered up to much and got dizzy! So what!" Usagi yelled angrilly,
it wasn't her fault she got dizzy. This guy was being such a pain.
"No you turned into a super saiya-jin and got a power overload."
Usagi stopped in midair. "Overload!" she yelled seething with anger. "I'll
show you a power overload!" Usagi's blood boiled, and her hair flashed silver.
"I rest my case," Enkou said lazilly.
"Huh?" Usagi looked at her silver hair, which was starting to defy
gravity. "I'm gonna look like Vegeta!" She whined. "Noo!!! Kuso!" she swore and
powered down, sobbing.
Enkou sweat dropped and looked at her like she was Bulma, a very
disturbing thought, mind you. "Uh, can we y'know, get moving?"
"SHUT UP! How do you expect me to battle and not turn into a super
saiya-jin?"
Enkou pulled away stung by her ferocity, and stupidity. "Why the hell
can't you turn into a super saiya-"
"What and look like a freak? I did not get electrocuted if that's what
you mean. My beautiful blonde hair," she sobbed, running her fingers through
it. She hadn't noticed Enkou starting to back away. "I don't wanna look like
Vegeta!" she wailed. "Hey! Come back! Fine sorry, come back now."
"Maybe you should just put your hair in those ridiculous odango's again
and that way it won't look that bad," Enkou grinned.
"Shut up!" Usagi put them into the odango's teleporting to keep up with
Enkou, but she braided the remaining hair, and tied it with one of the ribbons
Serena gave her as a bracelet.
Enkou snickered.
Usagi glared at him, then sped past him, turning super. The hair style
worked much better than just loose hair. Her bangs weren't as poofy as Serena's
so she looked just fine. The two streams of silver hair just floated up when
she powered up but settled as she adjusted to the flow of power coarsing
through her.
"We're almost there," Enkou reminded her, dropping to the floor.
Usagi followed him, dropping her powerlevel back to normal. She wanted
to surprise Gohan at just the right time. Usagi beamed inwardly, Vegeta was
going to kill her. Suddenly a thought struck her, maybe she was stronger than
Vegeta. Usagi posotively burst with radiant excitement.
"I don't see what you're so happy about, look."
Usagi followed the line that the man's finger pointed out. "Not good,"
she murmered as she watched in horror as Vegeta and Goku fighting like mortal
enemies. She looked a little to the right, there were all of earths special
forces, now being forced to watch. Usagi looked left, as she expected there was
Forballa, just watching, a grin plastered on his ugly face. "We have to do something
Enkou!"
"Not yet, I want to see what's going on," he winced as Vegeta hammered Goku
with an energy blast. "See 'Sagi, Goku's just dodging he's not fighting, while
Vegeta—"
"Typical." Usagi watched as Goku dodged a fist. "Ka! Me!"
"Hold it!" Enkou said angrilly, watching her suck the blast back up. "We
have to take them by surprise, do you have a quick attack that doesn't take
much powering up?"
"I've got my Makankosappo, that work? It won't be too strong unless I
power up, but still strong enough."
"Fine do it."
Usagi pointed two of her fingers towards the battle and focused her
energy, trying not to let them know she was there. Without a word a blast of
energy shot forwards, they were actually two blasts, one coiling around the
other one for a drilling type power. A nifty trick Piccolo had showed her.
I know FireflyAngel can be very evil, she's not a very good tenshi, but
atleast you get a lit'le bit of reading before she abandons this fic.