Journey To The Past
By: Ashley Da SPED
Authors Notes: I don't own Dragonball or Sailor Moon. I seem to forget
that a lot *smacks her head* silly me. Oh
yeah, I also don't
own Aaliyah or her song Journey To The Past. Go me! I got it all
this time!
Sorries... I just needed a little break from Vegeta-sei ;) Sorry it's so
short...
Bulma threw her hands up in the air in an exasperated manner. *The one time Goku may have had something intelligent to say and Vegeta had to ruin it*
"Don't look at me like that woman!"
"Macho jerk!"
"I'm going to train." he stated simply before walking out the door and down the hall.
"Fine!" Bulma yelled turning to look out the window. "That man!" she started... "They're coming back. Just be nice to them." The others just looked at her as she walked by them and out to meet the two.
"I'm sorry I stormed off like that. I had something I had to deal with." she said, looking Trunk's way.
"It's alright. So, do you and Mamoru have a place to stay?" Trunks took a step back from Usagi. She had that evil gleam in her eye again.
"His name isn't really-"
"No. Me and Usagi don't..." Bulma looked at them quizzically before turning to the house.
"Why don't you stay with us? We have plenty of-"
There was a large crash and a puff of smoke emerged from the back of the house. "Vegeta! If you broke anything else, I swear I will rip off-" she stormed off to the back of the house.
"You're going to have to find a new name, Trunks."
"They can't find out who I am. This timeline is already messed up enough already." Usagi was about to begin a small tirade when Bulma re-appeared, still muttering curses.
"Why don't you come back inside. I'll get you settled in to some rooms and everything. I have a daughter that should be coming home soon. You'd like her, Usagi... you may too Trunks."
Trunks looked on wide-eyed. *I have a sister?*
"Uh... Bulma?.." Rei started.
"Yes? Oh! I forgot all about you!" She stopped where she was and began to point out people as sweatdrops appeared.
"Mamoru, Usagi, this is Goku." A muscled guy with a silly grin on his face waved at them. "That's Rei and Gohan. That's Juuhachigou or 18 for short and her husband Krillin." Trunks took a step back. "You met Vegeta... my darling husband-" Another blast and a long string of curses. Bulma sighed.
"Uh... Usagi, those aren't the kind of things we usually wear around here..." Krillin said, putting a hand behind his head. Krillin laughed nervously as 18 frowned at him. All attention was drawn to her garbs.
Usagi looked down to see a now... quite too small mini-skirt and tight baby tee. She had no problem understanding why. She hadn't been able to get out of her fuku for quite some time. Every time she thought she would be able to relax, Galaxia and the animates would go on another rampage.
"Why don't I take you shopping? Minako-chan called me to meet her at the mall anyway." Rei-chan looked to her father with pleading eyes.
"Go ahead." Goku replied, smiling. She ran up, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and took off, Usagi in tow.
"Well, young man. I'll just get you settled in and-"
"Woman! Why do you build such useless training equipment?"
"USELESS?!?" Bulma tromped off once more to yell at her husband and-
"Do they act like this a lot?" Trunks asked. Goku put his hand behind his head and laughed.
"Yeah. I'd invite you to stay with us but we have a renegade mother on the loose-" he stopped abruptly, almost hearing the clanging of Chichi's new frying pans.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi looked at the malls. They were nothing like that of her time, Just about everything here came in capsules... exactly what a capsule was she didn't know, but it had to be useful if there were this many shops for it.
"Minako-chan!" The violet haired girl ran to, what looked like, one of her good friends.
"You would not believe the hunks that have been through here today!" Minako squealed. A tinge of pink hit Ami's cheeks.
"Tell me about it later. This is Usagi. She fell out of nowhere."
"Ah. Hi Usagi-chan! I'm Minako. That's Ami-chan."
"Nice to meet you Minako-san-" *That just sounds wrong... but I can't act like I know them or I'll have to tell the story again... and I don't want to so soon.* Being locked in her thoughts, she didn't even notice the hand being waved around in front of her face.
"Helloooo? Usagi-chan?"
"Eh? Oh. Sorry. I just... spaced out."
"I see. Let's shop!" she said, dragging her off in the direction of a store with neon lights out front. After several minutes of convincing, Usagi finally decided upon an outfit. Minako had given her a pair of white capris, Rei had handed her a pink tank-top and Ami had passed a white jacket sort of overcoat.
"But I don't have any money and-"
"Don't worry about Usagi-chan. I have plenty to spare." Ami said, bringing out a credit card. *So much like the Ami I knew. Trying to help anyone who needed it*
They walked over and got in line for a register. *The way I see it, the only way for me to get home is to contact Setsuna... then again she may not be able to hear me in this dimension and-* her thoughts were completely blown to bits when they stepped up to the register
A woman with long green hair began to ring up the clothing. *No no no. This can't be happening...* "Hello auntie Setsuna!"
"Hello. How's your mother doing with another child on the way?"
"It's getting pretty close, but Makoto's helping out a lot around the house. I don't know how we'd get along without her."
Usagi blinked several times. *No. She did not say auntie Setsuna. She couldn't have* Usagi looked at the name tag. 'Setsuna' was printed in dark, bold letters as if to mock her. She stared slack-jawed as the senshi of time threw the clothing in a bag and smiled at them.
"Come on Usagi-chan! You can get changed and we can find us some hotties!"
Usagi sighed and followed them. *How would she be able to keep up with them? She wasn't as young as before..... okay, four years older, but it felt like so much more. She just had to be glad there was no little version of her running around... wait.... what if a little Usagi popped up?* No. She'd just have to get out of there before that happened.
Trunks lay on his bed. Okay, not his bed, but the bed in the room Bulma had given him to stay in. He had been staring up at the ceiling for almost twenty minutes now, thinking about how he could get home.
The time machine was out of fuel. If he asked for help from his mother or grandfather, they would find out that the time machine was something they had secretly been working on... or it could be finished already... he didn't know with this dimension. All the same, he couldn't tell them.
Maybe they could speak to Kami or Dende... or someone...
*Settled. We'll go visit them tomorrow morning.* He smiled, very pleased with himself for thinking it out so thoroughly. *Now to go see my family.* He jumped up and off the bed, walking out into the hallway until he found a room with a door slightly ajar.
"Vegeta... I'm... uh..."
"Spit it out woman!"
"I'm... pregnant..."
"Again?" Vegeta almost sounded intrigued. "Good. I need an heir."
Trunks walked back to his room as quickly as he could. *No. I have to get out of here now*