Disclaimer: I don't own SM or DBZ but the idea for this fic is mine, all mine!
Tenshi's Notes: Minna-chan! *grins* Okay, okay. I was evil and tortured you. So to be nice, this chapter isn't really a cliffie. AND as promised, *waves her magical wand* this chapter is filled with sapness and mush. I think people are starting to call me the Queen of Fluff now. *laughs* (Don't say a word, Ivory-chan.)
Oh yes before I forget, a quick mention on Usa-chan's EXCELLENT fic called Give a Reason. Yours truly guest writes the mall scene in the chapter 11 entitled "Quatre's day to Shine" and I had a ton of fun with it, though my neck didn't appreciate it. *grins*
Anyway, what else? Oh yes, Saturn Otaku, Megami-sama means goddess. And Liz-chan, I better see A Favor From Coronus coming out VERY soon. And a note, if reviews go down this chapter because I didn't write a cliffie, … (I think you know what I'll do. *giggles* Because I can, and because I'm evil.)
Special thanks to all my chans, my wonderful reviewers, and Eternal-chan, calling me evil for writing a cliffie is TOTALLY pot calling the kettle black. *giggles* I dedicate this chapter to my super-chans (welcoming Usa-chan and Eternal), and to my super kawaii chibi-self (better known as Silver-chan), I think you're going to need wrist braces after this. I swear it! Sailor Purgatory, you are the best for writing the longest review last chapter. It was completely unexpected and totally made me laugh.
Just to let you know, I'm going to be working heavily on the YYH/SM fic (even if you haven't watched/read Yuu Yuu Hakusho, you should be able to follow). And I'm also working on an Xmen fic that I'll get the courage to post one day. Xmen fans (especially ones who read the comic)… if you *really* want to see it up, get in touch with me. *giggles* (Yes I have resorted to bribery) Otherwise, at the rate I'm going, I'll be done the fic before anything gets posted. (You be quiet, Jade-chan hehe) And whenever BunnyS (aka B-chan) and I actually get a moment to write, we're going to be co-writing a fic as well. It'll be a multi-crossover and so far, I'm really loving the ideas we've come up with. *grins*
I think I may have mentioned a contest, and off the top of my head, here goes. Bonus points, and mentions to those who can make me laugh in their review. *giggles* And, I'll throw in a chapter 7 sneak preview too.
That's it for now! Ja! :) (Don't forget… make Tenshi happy, ne? ^-^)
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Goddess: Chapter 6
Usagi woke up to the weight of Trunks' arm around her waist, with his head pillowed on her stomach and his long lavender hair having long since eluded the confines of the hair tie. A soft loving smile appeared on her lips. She moved one hand slowly, and gently ran her fingers through his hair. He stirred slightly, murmuring her name as she noticed the wetness that still lingered on his cheeks. The sight tugged at her heartstrings, as she felt the love she had for him renewing itself, growing stronger in its intensity. "Aishiteru, Trunks…" He smiled slightly in his slumber before whispering his response. "Aishiteru, Usagi."
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Trunks woke up abruptly, feeling as if he lost something. Staring at the empty bed in front of him, feelings of panic assailed him once again. Where had she gone?? Standing up, a blanket that he had covered Usagi with earlier fell to the ground, but he failed to notice it. In his urgency to find her, he dashed out of the room, only to stop dead in his tracks as he noticed Usagi sitting at the kitchen table with his mother and his father. His father turned his head slightly, before a familiar smirk crossed his lips. "Sleeping beauty woke up." Usagi giggled, the sound slowly registering in his shocked mind.
"Your poor son was up the past few days taking care of her. He didn't even eat!" Bulma defended.
Usagi whirled around to look at her. That was news to her. She hadn't heard that part. "Bakayero," was all Vegeta would say. Trunks finally snapping out of his stupor, having realised that what was in front of him was indeed real, made his way over to Usagi purposefully. Pulling her up with urgency, he kissed her with a passion that left her breathless and no doubt in her mind how much he missed her. Usagi made a small sound of contentment before giving her heart back with the kiss as well. Bulma looked on the two with motherly happiness, while Vegeta scowled beside her. He was secretly happy for his son, but it wouldn't do for anyone else to find out. The girl was strong... very strong. She also had an inherent goodness about her that few in this world had. And besides that, she was beautiful. Worthy of his son, or so he thought smugly.
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Bulma honestly believed that Usagi and Trunks were permanently attached at the hip. He hadn't said anything about where the girl was from beyond the fact that she was from the future. Then again, neither had the girl volunteered any information. They both had goofy smiles on their face, completely wrapped up in each other. Vegeta, wanting to battle his son again, had resorted to sending ki blasts in Trunks' direction to gain his attention. But somehow, they would never get around to sparring since Usagi would always look at Vegeta with the most pitiful expression, and he would end up muttering obscene curses under his breath before walking away. Bulma grinned in memory. The young woman had such a powerful effect on those around her. She had almost managed to get Vegeta to laugh once, but the arrogant Saiyajin had managed to catch himself. It was only a matter of time, she thought to herself. The twosome was so blissfully in love, and one would never wander far from the other. It was almost as if they were trying to either catch up or be together as much before something happened. As she watched the two lovers lean in for another kiss, Bulma silently wondered which of the two possibilities it would be.
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Their fingers were loosely intertwined, with Usagi sitting on his lap, and allowing the strong beat of his heart to lull her to sleep. Trunks, on his part, was more than ecstatic to have her in his arms once again as he tightened his arms around her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. Pressing a soft kiss in her hair, he sighed to himself. Their time was running out. Usagi had to go back, although there was nothing more than he wanted than to be in this world. The Fates were unfortunately hell bound against providing him with more than one aspect of happiness. He could never have it all, have his family and friends alive again and the woman he loved. Though they hadn't spoken about what had happened, he knew it would be something big, and they were a long way from overcoming all their obstacles. But now was not the time to think about it. He would cross that bridge when he got there. Staring at her perfect features, he couldn't help the soft smile that appeared nor his hand that reached to brush her cheek tenderly. Her skin was soft, glowing with a luminous quality that made her look even more beautiful. He was mesmerized, captivated by her beauty, her grace, and most of all, her love for him. No one had ever loved him that whole-heartedly. No one but Usagi. A soft sigh escaped her lips at his touch, and she murmured his name, causing an unimaginable joy to spread through his system. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on her lips. Even in sleep, she responded with all the passion and love she had for him, tightening her arms that were wrapped around his neck. Deepening the kiss, he gave her his soul. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as he finally pulled away, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips. He was pretty sure that the grin he had was identical to hers.
"What a thing to wake up to," she said, as her cheeks flushed rosily.
"We can do that for every single day for the rest of your life if you want," he responded.
She shivered slightly, the night air once again causing her to feel the chills. Trunks pulled her further into his embrace as he held her close to him, his jacket going around her body. She looked at his beloved face, attractive and dear, and she wondered how she could've even imagined life with Mamoru, or life without Trunks. Enraptured gazes held each other captive as a silent understanding passed.
"We should get some rest," Trunks said grudgingly, though that was the last thing on his mind. He wanted just one more moment with her. Just one. In a matter of minutes, they were in front of the guest bedroom. His eyes lingered on her face, unbelieving that she was here with him once again. She raised her right hand and gently caressed his cheek.
"Stay… stay with me tonight," she beckoned.
His eyes almost leapt out of his head. "Stay?" He managed to croak out after taking a deep breath. The smile she gave him was sultry, full of promise, and answer enough. Placing both his hands beside her head, he bent down and tasted those soft lips that responded so passionately under his. Breathing each other in, they surrendered themselves to the moment and the night.
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Their bodies were intertwined, a mess of arms and legs tangled beneath the sheets. Usagi made a small sound as Trunks curled up behind her, wrapping his arms possessively about her. Pressing a soft kiss on her shoulder before nestling his head in the crook between her head and her shoulder, as he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, he wondered how he could ever lose her again. He'd rather die first. That much he could promise.
And as they slept, something suddenly came to life, spreading its energy through its host. A slight grimace crossed Usagi's face as Trunks rubbed her arm in unconscious comfort. With a soft sigh, she fell back asleep.
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Nestled within the depths of its home, she woke up from her dormancy, pulsing and crackling with energy. The entity that had been kept prisoner in its host would no longer be content with where it was. She had to break free.
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Usagi couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she changed into a fresh change of clothing that Bulma had thoughtfully left behind. Trunks, the man, she loved… and the night they shared together had been incredible. A soft dreamy look came over her face as she allowed herself a brief moment of indulgence, fantasizing about lavender-haired children and a home of their own. She had torn herself unwillingly out of his arms this morning, hating to leave the warmth and security that his embrace never failed to provide. Slipping into the deep blue cardigan, she suddenly felt a spark run through her. A spasm ran up her arm and she cringed slightly. Continuing with her motions, she shrugged it off, thinking it was probably a relapse. She was going to have to take it easy the next couple of days. Glancing over at Trunks who was sprawled under the sheets, she made her way over and kissed his forehead gently, careful not to disturb his slumber. Maybe there was truth to Vegeta-sama's statement about Trunks being Sleeping Beauty. Grinning, she made her way to the kitchen to join Bulma-sama and Vegeta-sama. If she remembered correctly, he would be one cranky Saiyajin. She was looking forward to trying to get him out of his mood.
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Minako sighed as she glanced back at the bickering sailor senshi and one Tuxedo Kamen. It seemed that all they had been doing lately was argue, and the youma were getting trickier and stronger. The latest breeds were able to send powerful blasts of energy that would hurt most of them. If it weren't for the appearance of the mysterious scouts, they'd all be dead. The controls slipped in her hand and she lost the game. Staring at the flashing screen blankly, she couldn't describe how badly she missed Usagi. When they had been first told about the weapon, they had been so thrilled, finally having an edge over evil. When Usagi had first appeared in their lives, Minako had been delighted. Finally, there was someone in the group who had the same zest for life that she did. As Sailor V, she was the most experienced Senshi, and had even acquired a fan club of her own. But her personality always clashed with the rest of the group, who believed her to be too irresponsible. It was always Usagi who stuck up for her, and told them all to back off. Not for the first time that week, she wondered what Usagi was doing, and who the man that kidnapped her was. She didn't know how she knew this but instinctively, she knew Usagi wasn't in danger.
"Mina-chan," a low voice called out, startling her out of her thoughts.
"Hai!" Minako called out as she turned around to face Ten'oh Haruka and Keiou Michiru. "Haruka-san, Michiru-san!"
Peering behind them, she looked for the young girl that was invariably two steps behind. A chuckle came from Haruka as she observed Minako's actions. Smiling gently at the young blonde, Michiru said, "Hota-chan is being taken care of by someone else for the moment." Noting the air of sadness that clung around the normally vivacious Minako, Michiru had to ask. "What's wrong, Mina-chan? Can we help you with something?"
"Iie. It's nothing that anyone can do," she replied softly as she hung her head down.
"Have you seen koneko-chan lately?" Haruka asked carefully.
Minako's blue eyes flew up to meet Haruka's, and what the older woman saw in them made her realise that something was not right. Turning around to look at her partner, she made an almost imperceptible nod.
"When was the last time you saw her?" She demanded, worry lacing her voice.
"A few days ago," Minako replied quietly.
"What was she doing?" Michiru asked.
Pausing, Minako wasn't too sure how to continue the next part without revealing all the sailor senshis identities.
"She was with Mamoru when a stranger took her."
"Was it a woman? Long green hair?" Haruka all but yelled out, despite Michiru trying to calm her down.
The younger blonde was shocked by the strange question. Woman with long green hair? Nani?
"I…iie," she stammered out. "It was a man, with purple hair from Mamoru's descriptions."
"Kuso!!"
"Haruka!" Michiru chided, holding back Haruka's arm. Haruka merely shrugged off Michiru's hand before stalking off. "Gomen nasai, Mina-chan. Haruka… doesn't have many friends, and she's very protective of the few that she has. Plus… there are certain things we did not foresee happening." Her ocean blue eyes took on a faraway look as she said this.
Minako stared at the aquamarine-haired woman strangely. Things they did not foresee happening? What on earth did they mean? Her head snapping back slightly, Michiru's eyes focused on the blonde ahead. "Gomen nasai. We must leave now." Bowing slightly, she made her way to the door.
I wonder what's going on. Could they know something that we don't?
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"Haruka! You almost gave our position away! I know you're worried about Usagi-chan, but…"
Haruka clenched her jaw in frustration as she seethed inwardly. Damn that Senshi of Time. Why had she entered the picture again after so long?
"You know Mina-chan and the rest of the sailor senshi are trying their best to find her." Michiru said placatingly upon seeing the look on her partner's face.
"Why is it that their best is never enough? How is it that these morons get to protect the princess?"
"That's why we protect them," Michiru said reasonably.
Grumbling, Haruka muttered obscene threats under her breath towards the sailor senshi and Setsuna. Michiru laughed lightly, drawing her partner's attention towards her. "Good thing Hota-chan wasn't here or she might learn new cuss words she hadn't heard before." Haruka coloured slightly before turning her head away.
Watch your back, koneko-chan. We'll find you somehow.