Sorry for the delay—I had my computer taken away . hehe!
Usagi inhaled deeply, she unclipped the disguise pen, turning back into her former self. She tightened her laced boots, and straightened her gi. The inevitable was bound to catch up to her, and she really didn't want it too. With one final glance at the shining sun, Usagi slipped over the ridge.
"Konnichi wa," Usagi said coldly.
Forballa was turned away from her, "hai, ready?"
"Hai," Usagi got into her stance, watching Forballa turn and do the same.
"How did you pass?" He inquired, his power level rising.
"Baka, you're enemies are weaklings!" Usagi laughed. "And Enkou was a joke!" she lied, feeling her burns.
To her surprise Forballa smirked, "found his weakness again, ne?"
"Omae o korosu," Usagi said sternly, her blue eyes sparkling with hate. "You killed Pluto, now I will have my revenge. You killed Jupiter, and Venus, and Mars and Mercury. Now I will have my revenge. You killed Piccolo, my teacher, and Goku. Now I will have my revenge. You killed my friends, Oolong, Krillin, Yamcha, Puar all the Z fighters. Now I will have my revenge. You enslaved my best friends mother. Now I will have my revenge."
"You're so damned irritating!" Forballa said angrilly, beginning to power up. "Now shut up and spar!"
Usagi powered up as well, her yells boosting her will and fueling her energy, small rocks left the ground as her power seeped over them. Her eyes, shut in concentration, turned aqua. Her hair, shone silver, and her shiro aura grew in intensity.
Forballa's energy burst the rocks Usagi held up, it lifted boulders. Usagi's in turn crushed those, Forballa crumbled mountains. Usagi went back to pebbles.
The two aura's collided fiercely, blowing each other away and creating strong winds and explosions. Usagi concentrated on her ki, keeping it at a tolerable level, not wanting the crescent symbol on her forehead to appear. She didn't want to lose control over her body again.
Forballa's yells dwindled and ceased, he looked at Usagi, who was still busy. He waited patiently for her to finish. The irritating sound from her saiya-jin blood was annoying the crap out of him. He could tell she was holding back a mass amount of power. She dropped out of powerup mode, her hair twice as long as it had been a moment ago, now reaching almost to the floor.
(A/N: if I say teleported, it means moved really fast)
She flew forwards, her right hand in a fist, Forballa teleported behind her and delt her a kick. She fell from impact, up in a flash, her fists flailing madly, as each was dodged expertly.
Forballa landed a punch, sending her backwards, she courageously recovered, slamming him to the floor with a new agility.
She had been training.
Forballa kicked her as he came up, blocking her next move. There fighting became airborne and more intense, as Forballa matched the girl's new speed. Rough kicks and smacks collided with blocks, and fist met fist as they weaved there attacks.
Usagi noticed that when she tried a certain pattern of attacks Piccolo had taught her were blocked before she could complete them. She guessed Forballa was a superior enough to know them already.
Forballa feinted a fall, Usagi took it and aimed to knock him off his feet when he came back up. Forballa slammed his fist into her nose, there was a crunch and traces of blood.
Usagi was blinded by the body fluid, it trickled down past her lips off her chin. She grew angry, scoring a hit on his side. Usagi reached into Serena's subspace pocket, pulling out a sword.
It held a long stone blade, more powerful than diamond. It began at a curious hilt (In the SM manga it's the inner's sword) She hefted it as if it was made for her and not Venus. Swinging it vorociously when given the opportunity. Forballa parried most of the blows with blows of his own fists.
The blade sliced a hole at his side, dark orange blood mingled with his sickly green skin. The blade was knocked from her hands. Usagi slammed her fist forwards.
She received a kick on the joint of her knees, she collapsed to the ground, the pain radiating throughout her. She screamed, fighting to stand up again. She ignored the laughing Forballa, and concentrated her power, levitating herself up. Once in the air she stood uncertainly on her right leg, trying to balance the weight, while her enemy stood to the side and laughed. She stumbled wishing someone was there to hold her up.
She levitated towards him, her two bottom limbs now useless. She pounded air with her fists trying to block his savage attacks. He raised his hands over her head brining the down on her upper cranium with a sickening crack. She flew into the ground, burying herself five feet in.
Usagi shut her eyes, she was dying. Her last plea surrounding her, welcoming her into the light of the heavens.
…I tried…
The girl stormed up, a golden moon blazing brightly on her forehead. Her previous identity shut away as the new one reigned. The girl stormed forwards, her ki doubling as she waved with an air of certainty towards the alien. She passed him a swift uppercut, teleporting behind him, dealing the green alien a quick kick to the upper back. She sunk to the ground, sliding forwards knocking him off his feet.
She blocked every punch, every kick and headbutt delivered. Her power had increased tenfold. Forballa's dwindling ever so slightly with the desperation of failure. He powered up his power rocketing past hers in a definite sort of way.
The girls eyes closed in concentration, shaking off the warm up battle. No verbal shouts fueled her, no yells of triumph or desperation. A staff appeared in her right hand. A brilliant white light, brighter than the sun surrounded her. It purified her body, breaking it down into liquid radiance. The light rebuilt her body, not a single flaw on her face or body. The light vanished the girl stepped out neither saiya-jin nor human.
Her hair was the color of liquid sunshine. Her eyes were the color of the sky in which the earth expressed itself. Her hands were as smooth and spft as the day she was born. Her body was clear of scars or injuries, and her nose was replenished. Her body had aged to a year about sixteen. Her body reeked with power and splendor.
She wore a dazzling rainbow skirt and a glistening silver white bodice. She bore boots that went to her knees ending in a curved line. Her tiara was pure gold with a white stone secured that glistened all the colors of the world as she moved. In her right gloved hand she carried a single staff that reached to her tiara. It was topped with a white sphere. Inside the sphere was a silver crystal dripping in power.
"Who are you?" Forballa managed to say, his mouth wide open in awe.
"My name is Sailor MoonStar," she said simply walking quickly towards him.
Forballa shut his ajar mouth and clambered out to meet her.
"I believe Usagi wished for a battle to take place," she said calmly, her voice was deeper, more mature than Usagi's crystal clear melody.
"Not quite," Forballa said. Wishing to learn more about this Sailor MoonStar.
MoonStar had him on the floor with a twist of her staff. "Are you reffering to your lack of honesty?"
Forballa got up, wiping his armor, men had a sense of cleanliness too, well aliens atleast. "I'll ask you again, who are you?"
"And I in turn shall ask that of you," MoonStar said, her blank face showing no emotions.
Forballa grew frustrated. "My name is Forba-"
MoonStar moved her staff deftilly once more, he fell again. "I would like to know why Usagi wanted so much to defeat you. She resorted to her last option even though she swore never to. I want to know why."
Forballa didn't bother getting up. "How the hell should I know, if she cares so much about those freak friends of hers. Now, are you and I going to finish our match or am I going to have to kill those idiot saiya-jin friends?" He shouted rudely.
"No, we are not going to finish the battle Usagi started. As for her friends, do what you wish," MoonStar turned to leave, "stay the hell out of my way or you will scream to the heavens and beg me to give you a quick death. For there are worse things."
Forballa was dumbstruck. "I'll torture those baka's long and hard before I finish them off."
MoonStar stumbled, she put a hand to her forehead, a sweet, pure voice emanating from deep within her black soul.
"Please don't. I love them all dearly."
Forballa smirked. "There screaming will never cease my dear Usako," he said cruelly.
"Do what you wish," MoonStar said, her voice returning to her.
"Please don't," Usagi's voice repeated.
Forballa decided to see what would happen, MoonStar's power was already double his highest, and she had not even powered up completely. Perhaps he could defeat her after all. "I'll hurt them in front of their friends and family. I'll have them destroy each other themselves like the slaves in the colloseums. I'll-"
Forballa was greeted by a punch to the jaw.
"Usagi. It's my body now. You gave up, or do you not recall that moment? It is under my possesion until I choose to revive your power over it. My Lunarian blood is superior to your insignificant to your saiya-jin. They are a dead race, as you are now. This body is under my possesion until I choose otherwise, and that will not happen for quite a while. Is that clear or must I carry out this pathetic alien's conquest of harrassing your friends?" MoonStar asked sternly.
"I realize that fact MoonStar, but leave my friends out of this. Destroy Forballa or let me do it. I don't need your power to do that."
"Oh no? Who pleaded me to finish your pathetic work," MoonStar asked, knowing she had struck gold with her words.
"I pleaded you to destroy him for me!" MoonStar's eyes turned into Usagi's childish ones as she spoke.
"Enough!" MoonStar shouted with a wave of her hand. She stamped out Usagi's power.
"Does that mean I can carry out my plans?" Forballa asked eagerly.
"Perhaps now the reason Usagi wished to destroy you is evident alien. You are so damn obnoxious," MoonStar said angrilly, her face as blank as a piece of unused paper. "Do not irritate me further pathetic alien. The world is under my heel now, not yours."
"Stop MoonStar! Far enough!" Usagi yelled angrilly.
"Must I repeat myself dear child? It is my body now, are your going to force me to stamp out your memories so that we will work together for the world in harmony?"
It was a taste of discipline for Usagi, and she detested it strongly. "I'll never help you try to take over the world! Give me my body back!" Usagi roared. After all, didn't teens have those cherished times of utter defiance mixed in with their mood swings?
MoonStar's staff created a glowing orb of pure ki, aiming it for the final blow at Forballa. Suddenly the staff swallowed the ki back up.
"Enough of this childish behavior, leave!" MoonStar shouted.
Firefly sticks her tongue out and wobbles it furiously. "One more chapter, just one more, please???"