Disclaimer: I do not own SM/DBZ, though if I did, Hotohori… uhh wait, wrong anime. *giggles*
Tenshi's Notes: Minna, well I'm slightly disappointed with last week's reviews, although I have to say, those did try to make me laugh certainly had me cackling. Special mention HAS to go to Ivory-chan who nearly killed me and made me the laughing stock of the office (and possibly gotten Tenshi fired). And Dragon-chan for writing the LONGEST review this chapter. *blinks* I nearly fell off my chair when I saw how long it was! And to the few others who tried, thanks a bunch!
I just have to say that the whole idea of being nice and having no cliffies apparently doesn't work. So I'm reverting back to my old, evil ways (Gomen Shorty-chan but I appreciate you reviewing many times hehe). This chapter is indeed a cliffie, and shorter than anticipated, but still a lot of fun.
My updates: I'm working on my YYH/SM crossover fic still, my Xmen fic, and just added to the line up is a FY crossover that will be filled with a lot of plot twists.
To my chans: You guys are the best!! Thanks for being so supportive! Special thanks goes out to Jade-chan and B-chan for being my guinea pigs. LOL the poor things.
To my faithful readers and especially reviewers: I do appreciate you taking the time to review since it lets me know that people actually care if I update or not *big smiles*
To Silver-chan (aka chibi-self): Carpal is now an understatement for you.
Anyway, that's that! Remember, less reviews make Tenshi more evil! *grins* ^-^
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Goddess: Chapter 8
Usagi almost fell off her chair giggling with mirth. Bulma's lips were twitching as she tried to contain her laughter at the look on her husband's face. Vegeta just sat there, crossing his arms scowling at the two women.
"Stop laughing, stupid women!! Annoying twits!" He muttered as he got up in annoyance, the chair flying behind him and crashing into smithereens. Cursing loudly, he stomped out of the kitchen, aggravated beyond belief. This time, Usagi did tumble off the chair, as she clutched her sides, moaning in pain as she did so. "Ow ow… hehehe ow…" Bulma laughed delightedly as she imagined the strange sound coming out of her husband's mouth. "Stop laughing… heheh… and it… hehe won't… hurt so … much… hahah.. Usagi-chan." Struggling to get up and breathe at the same time, Usagi fell back down once again. "I can't believe… heheh Vegita-sama… haha…"
Trunks walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily, his long hair slightly tousled, woken up by the commotion. He stared wide-eyed at the two women, laughing like hyenas, tears streaming down his mother's face.
"All this time…" Bulma gasped. "I can't believe I never thought to do that!"
Usagi was tossing on the ground, alternating between a groan of pain, an exclamation of protest, and a fit of giggles. "Ow… heheh… I always knew it! Hehe ow ow…" Moving over, amusement written all over his face, he pulled her up to her feet. Giggling still, her eyes were twinkling blue sapphires as she looked at him. "Gomen, Trunks. Did we wake you?"
Raising his eyebrow, he replied, "Slightly."
His mother chuckled beside him, drawing his attention to her. "You should've seen Usagi-chan. I don't know how she figured it out…"
"I just knew… hehe I can't explain it."
"Would someone care to explain to me what just happened?" He asked, curiosity striking full force.
Wiping off her tears, his mother smirked. "Your girlfriend just made your father laugh."
"NANI!?" He yelled incredulously, staring at Usagi in shock.
Usagi merely grinned like a Cheshire cat and bobbed her head up and down, her golden hair flying everywhere. "You should've seen the sound that came out of him…"
"Or the look on his face afterwards when Usagi discovered his dirty little secret," Bulma added, giggling once again.
"What secret????" He had to find out how she did it.
Looking over at Bulma, Usagi asked, "Should we let him in?"
"He's his father's son afterall," Bulma laughed. "At least he inherited his father's good looks."
Usagi nodded and winked at Trunks. "I was always a sucker for pretty faces."
Bulma burst out laughing once again as her son blushed furiously.
"Usagi…" He warned, though he was trying not to smile and contain his blush all at the same time.
Maintaining a straight face, she announced, "I tickled your father."
Trunks was pretty sure his eyeballs bulged out of his head at this point. The great, arrogant Prince of Saiyajins was taken down by a mere girl because she tickled him?! Then, unable to help himself either, he chuckled at the hilarity of the situation.
A giant roar came from the entrance to the kitchen, causing their heads to whip around simultaneously to stare at one short, very angry, spikey black-haired man. Gulping slightly, they wondered what he would do to them.
"You know… this means war, Usagi-chan." Vegeta announced obnoxiously before turning around to exit, leaving three very slack-jawed individuals. He snickered behind the wall. The last laugh's on them, he thought as a broad grin spread across his face.
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Vegeta-sama really got us good this time, Usagi thought to herself as she froze at the words he uttered. Disbelief shone from their faces at being upstaged by the humourless Saiyajin. Staring at Trunks and Bulma, she almost giggled once again for their faces of incredulity were so hilarious. She wanted to go towards them but strangely enough, she found herself unable to do so. Her eyes widened slightly in alarm, and the smallest whimper escaped her lips, almost inaudible though Trunks' accelerated hearing caught it. His head snapped around to stare at her, the look of terror and fear alarming him.
"Usagi? What is it?" He tried to shake her, but found her unresponsive. She just stood there, eyes pleading for help. "Otousan!!" Trunks yelled out, filling the familiar heart-racing pangs of panic attack him once more. Vegeta appeared in a flash, with a surprising amount of concern in his eyes.
"What is it?" He growled, immediately taking note of the unmoving blonde, and the sudden rise in ki in the room. "Do you feel that, Trunks?"
Trunks felt somewhat abashed at not having caught on to the rise of the ki, nor the familiarity of the ki signature. Usagi…what's going on?
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She could feel the energy in her pulsating, throbbing, spreading its warm fingers from somewhere. She could almost swear it originated from her head, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure. Strangely, the energy did not work the way one would think it would. As its tentacles moved through her system, it was absorbing her life strength, giving it to the entity that existed within her. Usagi felt herself getting weaker, and she felt so damned helpless. The panic she knew was in her eyes, looking into Trunks', begging him.
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I can't… I can't take your strength. For you would surely die if I did. I must fight. For you I must.
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The energy pulses stopped abruptly, releasing Usagi from her captivity as she collapsed on the ground. Trunks managed to catch her in time, exhaling a sigh of gratefulness as he felt the faint but present throb of her heartbeat beneath his hands.
"She's all right. She's all right." He reassured his parents, who immediately relaxed slightly.
"But for how long though?" Vegeta growled, echoing his son's thoughts.