Usagi stared into the endless eyes. The boy had saved her in her hour of need, she felt so vulnerable in this new place. "Arigato."
The boy smiled warmly, "no need. Please, come with me, I don't think you feel to smart in a wet towel. Usagi blushed, the boy did as well. "My name is Gohan, Bulma'll lend you some clothes." He led her upstairs, "Bulma, she's okay."
A blue haired woman came to them. "How did you get in such bad condition. Oh never mind. Come on, I'm sure you'll be happy to have a nice warm bath."
"Arigato."
Bulma
smiled, "Doo Itashimashite. Come with
me, I didn't catch your name."
"It's Usagi… Chiba Usagi," she said, a tear falling from her eyes.
"Alrighty Usagi-chan, do you want bubbles?" Bulma said, drawing her a bath. Usagi thanked her and got into the tub. "I'm jealous Usagi-chan, how did you get such beautiful hair?" Bulma asked, pulling them out of their odango's. She put some shampoo on her hands and massaged the girl's scalp gently.
Usagi felt her worries dissolve as the woman washed her hair. "Bulma-chan, how long was I in there? I really want to thankyou."
Bulma made eye contact and held a finger to her lips. "Never you mind. You know, Gohan has been at your side the whole two weeks, he hasn't touched a bite of food. I've never seen anything like it."
Usagi closed her eyes and pulled her head under the perfumed water, when she came up she felt like a new person. "I'm very thankful for that," she said quietly, getting out of the tub.
Bulma wrapped her in a towel and brought her into a guest room. "You can stay here for the night. I think Gohan has developed a little crush on you."
Red tinged her cheeks. "Good night, Bulma-san.
Please remember. I'm married."
It was Bulma's turn to blush, "I had no idea." She turned and left.
"Mamoru," Usagi whispered. They hadn't been married officially, but Usagi would never forget him. She slipped under the sheets, enjoying the feel of a bed after her 'floating' expirience.
A rap on the door awoke the girl from her
slumber.
"Please come in," Usagi said, she was up early, her hair wrapped in a bun on her head. She would never again wear her odango's, it was too painful to remember.
Gohan stepped inside, he was wearing khaki's and a black shirt. He had grown from a helpless little boy to a kind nineteen year-old. "Would you like some breakfast?"
The seventeen year old perked up. "Of course Gohan! Thankyou so so much!!" She bolted past him and to the kitchen, a man with spiky black hair and a woman with black hair in a bun sat with Bulma. The man was eating faster than Usagi ever could, she started to feel sick, but then remembered her appetite. She took the chair Bulma offered and put a smallstack of pancakes onto her plate, before the man ate everything.
A small boy trudged down the stairs. "Dad!" he shouted at the man. "You at everything again!" His face was such a cute look of anger, Usagi beamed at him.
"Here, you can have some of mine," she offered him a chair and pushed a pancake onto his plate.
"Thanks!" he said and dug in, avid as ever. "My names Goten!" he said jerking a thumb at his chest.
"I'm Usagi, are these your parents?"
"Hai. Hey Gohan! Come eat!" he shouted.
"I already ate otouto," Gohan said, putting on
his shoes.
"Oh," Usagi said, "you're related. Is Bulma
your aunt or sister?"
Bulma smiled, "not quite, Goku and I met each other a long time ago. We're close friends," she pushed a batch of freshly made pancakes onto Goten's plate.
"Hello Usagi, I'm Son ChiChi and this is my husband Goku, if you haven't already guessed." The woman with black hair in a similar style as the princess' nodded her head gently.
"Hai, I did guess. Bulma-chan? Do you know of
any places to stay?" Usagi asked, bringing her empty plate to the sink. "It was
delicious."
"Hai, Usa. Does your husband know you're leaving?" Bulma asked, concern etched into her features.
"Hai Bulma."
Bulma paused, holding the ladle to her chin,
"well there's an apartment in Tokyo. HEY GOHAN!"
Gohan rushed in, "yes Bulma?"
"Take Usagi with you to town okay? She has to find an apartment, help her out will ya?"
Gohan's knees wobbled slightly. "Alright,
Bulma can I take a capsule?"
"Heck no!" Bulma said indignantly. "Fly, show her a good time." She turned to Usagi, a grin on her face, "take him shopping Usagi. Dress him up for me and take a few pictures."
"Hey do you want me to take her or not?" Gohan asked. A little torture was worth a day with the beautiful Chiba Usagi.
"It's alright," Usagi said softly, "I can go alone. It's no trouble at all." ChiChi gave Gohan a death glare.
"It's no problem, sorry. Let's go, we can drive." Gohan basked in her smile.
Moments
later Usagi and Gohan pulled up at an apartment building. "Arigato Gohan-san,
it'll be just a moment." After the deaths she felt so different. She was polite
and quiet and barely spoke. Gohan wondered what had caused her behavior.
"Konban wa sir, I was hoping to get a place here at Mayflower apartments," Usagi said a little timidly. The man at the desk handed her a packet.
"Please look this over and if you wish to apply fill this out," he handed her a stack of papers.
"Hai." Usagi sat down on a chair. It looked pretty nice. Finally she filled out the form. Gohan had come inside and sat down next to her, "could you give this to him?"
Gohan ran up to the man, handing him the sheets.
"Are you Mr. Chiba?"
"I wish," he mumbled.
After a few minutes the man handed Usagi a key, "miss Chiba, room 112."
"Let's go shopping Gohan! I need furniture!" Usagi said brightly.
Ten hours, three senzu beans and ten thousand dollars later Usagi looked at her handiwork. The entire room was designed exactly as she wished, she had gone clothes, furniture and grocery shopping.
"Want to stay for dinner?" she asked, pulling out a packet of instant noodles. Her cooking had improved greatly after remedial home-ec courses.
"Sure," Gohan said, setting the table elegantly.
"Wow Gohan it looks great!" she said. "Watch the noodles, I want to change into something else than Bulma's clothes." She slipped into her bedroom and opened a box. She finally went with a short dress. She let her hair down and put on some light green lip gloss to go with her dress. She grinned like a school girl as she pulled out colored contacts. She had always wanted to try it. She slipped them in. Her eyes changed green but lost none of their depth.
She walked back into the kitchen and let out a sqeal of surprise. Gohan had finished noodles, rice, salad, juice, dessert and was lighting two candles. "Like it Usagi?"
Usagi ran into his arms, "I love it!" She settled down a bit, and dug into her food, Gohan right beside her. "Like the eyes?" she asked, blinking. Gohan nodded.
Over the next few days the two had gotten quite close, thanks to medication and help from the ginzuishou Chiba Usagi had gotten much better without her senshi. She heard a scream one day while walking down to the post office, she wanted to mail the Briefs a letter of thanks. They had, after all saved her life. Usagi ran to the screams. Someone was holding a woman hostage as an excuse to cover him while his friends robbed a bank.
Usagi could hardly withhold her rage. "Moon Eternal! MAKE-UP!" Eternal Sailor Moon raced to the woman. "Hold it right there! I am the agnet of love and justice, on behalf of the moon! I shall punish you!"
The man snorted, "big deal. The only person I worry about is the great saiya-man, he's not exactly here right now is he?" he asked. A punch sent him flying.
"He is now," Gohan said, helping the woman to safety.
The man aimed his gun at Gohan. "Moon Tiara Action!" A golden disc zipped through the air and knocked the gun from his hands. Gohan turned to face Eternal Sailor Moon. She in turn lept into the sky, her hair streaming out behind her. "Starlight Honeymoon Therapy Kiss!"
Her magic hurtled through the air, stopping the escape car. She landed firmly next to the two men, a delicate hand on each of their shoulders. "Come on, here come the cops." The men prepared to shoot her.
"Usagi!" The great saiya-man's hair flashed golden, he was infuriated. "Kame Hame HA!"
Eternal Sailor Moon felt her crystal radiate as a sort of alarm bell. She turned to see a gigantic blast approach her. Her life flashed before her eyes, she braced herself. The ginzuishou emitted astrange glow, a sliver barrier formed around her. The senshi glared angrilly at her attacker as his most powerful attack flashed past her. Her blue eyes radiated her anger. Her ki flared, shooting past ten thousand. Her wall vanished as she marched towards the great saiya-man her hand was on the eternal tier.
"Usagi stop!" Gohan shouted.
Eternal Sailor Moon stopped, Gohan powered down, his hair turned black once again. "Gohan!" her power went back to it's normal five. "I'm so sorry!" she rushed to his side. "I didn't mean too. Please forgive me Gohan," she stammered. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Usagi. I didn't mean to blast you like that, are you sure you're not hurt? You're strong Usagi, where did you learn to do that?" he was baffled.
"I'm glad you're alright. I learned how to do this at home. I'm not entirely being honest with you Gohan." She looked down.
Gohan ruffled her bangs, "that's okay, we'll get some hot chocolate and calm down first alright?" He stiffened, a familiar power loomed near. "Vegeta…"
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