Ares Denetsu
*****
Just the Two of Us
"I wish my otousan was here," Gohan said abruptly, knees pulled up to his chest, arms on his knees and chin resting on his arms. "He'd know what to do." Thinking of Gokuu always made the situation seem a bit brighter as well as dimmer. "I was so proud of him…but Cell killed him…"
"I'm sorry," Rei whispered, leaning against him, eyes wet with tears. "I wish I could have been proud of my father, but he left me with my grandfather. It hurt when I finally got old enough to know what it actually meant, not having a father to talk to. It must've hurt worse for you because you did have a father to talk to."
"I wouldn't know," his voice was muffled for he had dropped his forehead into his arms, chin pressed against his chest, "I'm not you, so I don't know how much you hurt."
Rei blinked and smiled softly in the dark, her ten-year old face tired and covered with sickly-sweet smelling rust-colored blood. "You're the first person I've ever met who's been that sensitive," she told him shyly, leaning against him, fiddling with the ends of his black hair.
He stiffened, then relaxed, letting the new 10-year old girl rest on his shoulder. "Rei-chan…d'you think we'll make it out alive?" he asked quietly, staring unseeingly.
"Of course we are," she reassured him, "we've got a team of the most powerful warriors in the universe."
(*)
"I'll poke you with my sword, by God, I will!"
Minako bared her teeth aggressively, cocking back her wrist so the heel of her hand was a mere centimeter away from the sheathed Chain Wink Sword tied to her waist. Juunanagou smirked and fell into a crouching position, ready and eager to fight. "If you want to fight me," the android laughed shortly, "it's your death wish."
"Oh, you _so_ keep on dreaming," Minako tossed back, half-unsheathing her sword before the tall shape of Juuhachigou stepped between the two while the rest looked on in interest (especially Roshi).
"Now children," she said gently, grabbing Juunanagou's fist with one hand and placing the other on the hand Minako was using to whip out her blade, "we don't have time to fight. Act mature long enough to save our friends. Truce?"
"Truce," Juunanagou grunted, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out childishly at Minako.
"Truce," Minako mumbled grudgingly, then stuck her tongue out, having no qualms about childish behavior.
He, in response, made a naughty gesture with his finger that had Juuhachigou giving him THE LOOK © (the one which only those of the female gender can wield, the one that renders anything or anyone helpless- -particularly all males, the one that promises VERY slow-and-painful death) and Ginzishou fluttering around his head indignantly.
Minako stiffened, blinked rapidly, and Makoto could have sworn she saw tears in her friend's pretty blue eyes, slowly welling up. Recognition of the barely hidden pain in the blonde's crystal eyes slammed into Makoto's gut and she felt sympathy, deep and true, for the quivering girl.
"Mina-chan," she whispered softly, voice low enough so that none of the others (except for possibly Juuhachigou) could hear, "do you care for Juunanagou-kun?"
"No," Minako gritted forcefully and an instant smile cracked across Makoto's face.
"De Nile is big in Egypt, I've heard," the Senshi of Jupiter drawled and the Senshi of Venus considered smacking her with the Chain Wink Sword.
Juuhachigou grinned broadly, letting one hand fall to Kuririn's shoulder as Minako muttered darkly and Juunanagou twiddled his light fingers, almost as if he was completely bored. But he was watching Minako out of the corner of his ice blue eyes, protectively, but secretly.
Buruma caught the android woman's eye and winked, having noticed the casual behavior as well.
Perhaps it was time for Buruma, matchmaker supreme, to arise once more and bring to life the embers of a new true lo-!
Vejiita fixed her with a withering glare and she grinned weakly, absently bouncing infant Trunks in her arms.
"Anybody have any suggestions as to how we're gonna get back Gohan and that girl?" Kuririn asked quickly, before violence between marital couples and non-marital/ (non) couples could break out.
"Plan?" Yamucha blinked. "We plan? I thought we just, I dunno, threw ourselves headlong into intergalactic wars and got our God forsaken asses kicked before Goku or Gohan saved us." Suddenly, he cast a nervous glance at Chichi, seeing her tight, pinched face, trying to hold her tears in. "I'm sorry, Chichi…"
"It's okay, Yamucha," the woman forced a smile to her face, her lips quavering, "I'm fine."
Ami had been quietly typing away (with all the speed of an automatic machine gun) at her small, palm-sized Mercury computer, the visor she wore as Super Sailor Mercury in place (privately, Minako wondered how the petite woman had gotten the Mercury stuff to work with her civilian form…before remembering the Chain Wink Sword of Venus strapped snugly to her hip) and translating the information at mind-numbing speeds right into her pupils. "I think I might be able to locate the two," Ami muttered softly, scanning the information swiftly once more. "I have samples of our Senshi auras and, if Metallia has separated Rei and Mars, we should be able to track Metallia down, as well as our lost companions and that Cell creature you keep mentioning." Ami took a deep breath, fingering her blue locks absently. "I took the liberty of analyzing the Chain Wink Sword, Minako," the blonde woman cradled the blade at her hip, "and there are a few…interesting benefits to the material it was created from."
She hesitated and Buruma, happy to find another blue-haired genius, urged, "Continue, please, Ami-chan."
She cleared her throat, sweeping her hand through her hair. "Metallia has possessed a destructible body- -immortal and not, uh, human, but destructible- -and if you sheath the blade in the heart," she opened a hologram into the room, showing where to strike, "she will be trapped in the body and she will die. Hopefully, Mars will merge back with Rei. As for this Cell creature…I haven't the foggiest as to how you'll kill him…her…it…uh, whatever-Cell-is…"
"Whatever it is," Juunanagou mumbled behind his hand to a snickering Minako, "it's got the nastiest way of eating. Shloop. Right up its ass."
Minako sat down sharply, cramming her fist into her mouth, eyes stinging with laughter-tears as she tried to hold back the semi-hysterical snickers threatening to choke her. It was to no avail and she rocked back, gasping and laughing uncontrollably. What's wrong with me?, the rational side of her mind thought.
As if it was part of his programming, Juunanagou crouched beside her, pulling her into an embrace as her laughter turned to sobs.
"I'm such a failure…," she whimpered, "I'm the leader. I let her down…she told me, with her mind when I took her back, that she didn't want to go! And if I wasn't so stubborn and stupid and idiotic, I would've listened!" To the android man's great surprise, she buried her face in his brown overcoat, soaking his undershirt with her many tears.
The room was silent as the woman cried in the android's arms.
"I've killed Rei…I've killed my sister…"
(*)
"OW!!"
Rei bounced off the heavy metal wall, slamming hard into the heavy metal floor with her head. And, she smiled dizzily, there was a heavy metal ceiling, and three other heavy metal walls, and a heavy metal door, and a heavy metal lock on the heavy metal door…and we all live happily in a heavy metal world!, she thought proudly before Gohan leaned over her, worried, picking her up gently.
"Are you okay, Rei-chan?" he questioned, feeling her forehead for bumps. She was mumbling something about heavy metal and he was beginning to worry about her sanity (or lack of it). He received no response and, lightly, he slapped her face.
Immediately, she snapped back into her original personality (good or bad thing?). "I'll get you for that, Gohan!" After a brief moment, she gained a blank face and Gohan blinked. Rei was one strange ten-year old…
"The lock!" she finally hissed excitedly, "when Metallia comes, we'll have the chance to break past her!" She chortled sinisterly, rubbing her palms together gleefully. "Ooooo, she's gonna regret making this woman ten! Never thought this size would be useful…"
Gohan grinned. He was beginning to like this crazy- -but oddly cute- -girl (woman?), insane as it might sound to him.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he teased her and she smirked.
"That's what they say," she replied airily, then studied his face intently, a ghost of a deep emotion on her face…like the one his mother got whenever she talked about his father.
That look scared him, for, all-powerful though he was, he remained a thirteen-year old boy and it scared him very, very, very badly when she gave him that look. It wasn't the one Juuhachigou was so fond of giving Roshi (he'd never known women could skewer a man's ego just by giving him THE LOOK ™, it'd never hurt his father when Mom gave it to him…)
Rei opened her mouth, preparing to say something, when the sound of metal grating against metal erupted from the hinges of the door.
A disheveled, sneering Metallia appeared in the doorway, with what looked like a rock in one hand. Lightly, she tossed it to the floor and it hit it hard. Whoa. Was that bread? Good God, it was!
First in the suggestions box- -new chef. Heck, new yeast, too…the petrified chunk of 'bread' looked like it was a thousand years old. Not, he reminded himself, that it couldn't be a thousand years old in this place.
//\\ready?//\\
Oh. Rei was telepathic.
//\\on three. one…two…three!//\\
What powers of his he could harness in this underground heck were shoved into the speed department and the two children launched themselves around Metallia's booted legs, swooping into the dark corridors.
Suddenly afraid to be separated from the-boy-who-wasn't-the-man-she-loved-but-the-same-person, Rei grasped Gohan's hand as they ran full out, blindly in the bewildering maze, stumbling up steps, twisting around corners, slipping through corridors.
Finally, they ran into a wall.
"Ow," Rei groaned, rolling away from Gohan, who was shaking the hit off like a prize bullfighter, "That hurt. Badly. Very badly. My head hurts."
"I thought it was kinda refreshing," Gohan chirped cheerfully.
Rei raised an eyebrow, decided not to ask, and pulled herself up onto her wobbling legs.
"Shall we?" she asked, forcibly calm.
"We shall." He paused and looked around for a brief moment. "Question…where are we?"
Rei shrugged, then paused, herself. "Wait a minute. I couldn't use my telepathy until the dungeon door was opened…go Super Saiya-jin!"
"How d'you kn-"
"Just shut-up and try it!"
He sighed, focusing all his reserves on the ultimate goal, the ultimate power levels that he had conquered.
And his hair went gold.
(*)
Blasts of furious energy ripped from the fingers and skin of her borrowed body and Metallia screeched inhumanly for several minutes. Cell was off destroying a planet and its denizens, so she couldn't find any gratification with him.
Didn't the boy, Gohan, have a dead father?
An evil smile slowly spread across her face like a cancer.
Stopping her angry steps, she threw her head back and lifted her arms, chanting in the ancient, rune language of the Mars kingdom.
A man's body, clothed in an orange gi with a navy blue under-gi, formed before her and she captured his soul before it could enter the body.
"Poor fool," she murmured evilly, cupping the glowing gold light that represented Gokuu, "Would you like to meet your son's soul and Selenity's soul? They'll be keeping you company until it becomes time for your final destruction."
The soul-orb blinked out, banished to a distant dimension, small and mystical.
The body of Gokuu opened his eyes and sat up, staring ahead with a zombie's emotional behavior.
"Now, slave-warrior, there's a woman pregnant with the child that will be born without a soul…I desire her death so that the boy, Gohan, will know true loneliness…and when the time or need arises, execute Rei. I don't need a lovesick little girl and an equally lovesick little boy running amuck. Kill all those he loves…with the form of one he loves…" Here, she stopped to snigger coldly. "And his will shall break."
Lifting up the hand of the body-that-wasn't-hers, she lifted the other hand and snapped, carelessly, the first hand's pinky and thumb off, letting blood gush along the white gloves, staining the silk as well as the marble floor of the dark palace. "Just as this body breaks." The severed flesh and veins in the stubs remaining pulsed, new flesh forming humps over them before new appendages burst into existence.
"But he will not heal."
Without his soul to guide him, Gokuu stood up stiffly, placing two fingers to his forehead and winking out.
In the darkness, Metallia screamed and shook with mad laughter.
Metallia scares me. 0o;; If this chapter seems weak, forgive me, okay? Remember, I warned ya! Minako's going to be experiencing some serious trauma by the end of "Ares Denetsu" (gingerly slated for a possible ten chapters) and I'll leave ya'll hanging, once more, at this chapter. (And "Ares Denetsu" will end with a cliffhanger of its own…which, of course, will force you to read "Shellshocked", my mainly Mirai no Trunks X Mizuno Ami/Super Sailor Mercury fic. Yes, I'm evil. Well, good-evil. Not perverse-evil, like Metallia and Cell. Wow. I didn't know so many people would freak. Wow.)
By the way, anybody out there gonna write a Juunanagou X Minako fic? I dun' wanna be the only one supporting it with fanfiction!
I'd order you all to write more, but then I'd be VERY hypocrital. (I've been brain-dead, which is my lame excuse for taking forever to get this chapter done and sent out.)
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
Awwww! Ryan's asleep on the aLiEn tiGEr's back! How cute! Now, go to bed, Chibi-Kurt, Chibi-Spyke!
[PS~ Thanks for your support! It means a lot to me! Keep supportin' whatcha want! And have a great week!}
[PSS~ I'll plug shamelessly here. Review. I like reviews.]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
Just the Two of Us
"I wish my otousan was here," Gohan said abruptly, knees pulled up to his chest, arms on his knees and chin resting on his arms. "He'd know what to do." Thinking of Gokuu always made the situation seem a bit brighter as well as dimmer. "I was so proud of him…but Cell killed him…"
"I'm sorry," Rei whispered, leaning against him, eyes wet with tears. "I wish I could have been proud of my father, but he left me with my grandfather. It hurt when I finally got old enough to know what it actually meant, not having a father to talk to. It must've hurt worse for you because you did have a father to talk to."
"I wouldn't know," his voice was muffled for he had dropped his forehead into his arms, chin pressed against his chest, "I'm not you, so I don't know how much you hurt."
Rei blinked and smiled softly in the dark, her ten-year old face tired and covered with sickly-sweet smelling rust-colored blood. "You're the first person I've ever met who's been that sensitive," she told him shyly, leaning against him, fiddling with the ends of his black hair.
He stiffened, then relaxed, letting the new 10-year old girl rest on his shoulder. "Rei-chan…d'you think we'll make it out alive?" he asked quietly, staring unseeingly.
"Of course we are," she reassured him, "we've got a team of the most powerful warriors in the universe."
(*)
"I'll poke you with my sword, by God, I will!"
Minako bared her teeth aggressively, cocking back her wrist so the heel of her hand was a mere centimeter away from the sheathed Chain Wink Sword tied to her waist. Juunanagou smirked and fell into a crouching position, ready and eager to fight. "If you want to fight me," the android laughed shortly, "it's your death wish."
"Oh, you _so_ keep on dreaming," Minako tossed back, half-unsheathing her sword before the tall shape of Juuhachigou stepped between the two while the rest looked on in interest (especially Roshi).
"Now children," she said gently, grabbing Juunanagou's fist with one hand and placing the other on the hand Minako was using to whip out her blade, "we don't have time to fight. Act mature long enough to save our friends. Truce?"
"Truce," Juunanagou grunted, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out childishly at Minako.
"Truce," Minako mumbled grudgingly, then stuck her tongue out, having no qualms about childish behavior.
He, in response, made a naughty gesture with his finger that had Juuhachigou giving him THE LOOK © (the one which only those of the female gender can wield, the one that renders anything or anyone helpless- -particularly all males, the one that promises VERY slow-and-painful death) and Ginzishou fluttering around his head indignantly.
Minako stiffened, blinked rapidly, and Makoto could have sworn she saw tears in her friend's pretty blue eyes, slowly welling up. Recognition of the barely hidden pain in the blonde's crystal eyes slammed into Makoto's gut and she felt sympathy, deep and true, for the quivering girl.
"Mina-chan," she whispered softly, voice low enough so that none of the others (except for possibly Juuhachigou) could hear, "do you care for Juunanagou-kun?"
"No," Minako gritted forcefully and an instant smile cracked across Makoto's face.
"De Nile is big in Egypt, I've heard," the Senshi of Jupiter drawled and the Senshi of Venus considered smacking her with the Chain Wink Sword.
Juuhachigou grinned broadly, letting one hand fall to Kuririn's shoulder as Minako muttered darkly and Juunanagou twiddled his light fingers, almost as if he was completely bored. But he was watching Minako out of the corner of his ice blue eyes, protectively, but secretly.
Buruma caught the android woman's eye and winked, having noticed the casual behavior as well.
Perhaps it was time for Buruma, matchmaker supreme, to arise once more and bring to life the embers of a new true lo-!
Vejiita fixed her with a withering glare and she grinned weakly, absently bouncing infant Trunks in her arms.
"Anybody have any suggestions as to how we're gonna get back Gohan and that girl?" Kuririn asked quickly, before violence between marital couples and non-marital/ (non) couples could break out.
"Plan?" Yamucha blinked. "We plan? I thought we just, I dunno, threw ourselves headlong into intergalactic wars and got our God forsaken asses kicked before Goku or Gohan saved us." Suddenly, he cast a nervous glance at Chichi, seeing her tight, pinched face, trying to hold her tears in. "I'm sorry, Chichi…"
"It's okay, Yamucha," the woman forced a smile to her face, her lips quavering, "I'm fine."
Ami had been quietly typing away (with all the speed of an automatic machine gun) at her small, palm-sized Mercury computer, the visor she wore as Super Sailor Mercury in place (privately, Minako wondered how the petite woman had gotten the Mercury stuff to work with her civilian form…before remembering the Chain Wink Sword of Venus strapped snugly to her hip) and translating the information at mind-numbing speeds right into her pupils. "I think I might be able to locate the two," Ami muttered softly, scanning the information swiftly once more. "I have samples of our Senshi auras and, if Metallia has separated Rei and Mars, we should be able to track Metallia down, as well as our lost companions and that Cell creature you keep mentioning." Ami took a deep breath, fingering her blue locks absently. "I took the liberty of analyzing the Chain Wink Sword, Minako," the blonde woman cradled the blade at her hip, "and there are a few…interesting benefits to the material it was created from."
She hesitated and Buruma, happy to find another blue-haired genius, urged, "Continue, please, Ami-chan."
She cleared her throat, sweeping her hand through her hair. "Metallia has possessed a destructible body- -immortal and not, uh, human, but destructible- -and if you sheath the blade in the heart," she opened a hologram into the room, showing where to strike, "she will be trapped in the body and she will die. Hopefully, Mars will merge back with Rei. As for this Cell creature…I haven't the foggiest as to how you'll kill him…her…it…uh, whatever-Cell-is…"
"Whatever it is," Juunanagou mumbled behind his hand to a snickering Minako, "it's got the nastiest way of eating. Shloop. Right up its ass."
Minako sat down sharply, cramming her fist into her mouth, eyes stinging with laughter-tears as she tried to hold back the semi-hysterical snickers threatening to choke her. It was to no avail and she rocked back, gasping and laughing uncontrollably. What's wrong with me?, the rational side of her mind thought.
As if it was part of his programming, Juunanagou crouched beside her, pulling her into an embrace as her laughter turned to sobs.
"I'm such a failure…," she whimpered, "I'm the leader. I let her down…she told me, with her mind when I took her back, that she didn't want to go! And if I wasn't so stubborn and stupid and idiotic, I would've listened!" To the android man's great surprise, she buried her face in his brown overcoat, soaking his undershirt with her many tears.
The room was silent as the woman cried in the android's arms.
"I've killed Rei…I've killed my sister…"
(*)
"OW!!"
Rei bounced off the heavy metal wall, slamming hard into the heavy metal floor with her head. And, she smiled dizzily, there was a heavy metal ceiling, and three other heavy metal walls, and a heavy metal door, and a heavy metal lock on the heavy metal door…and we all live happily in a heavy metal world!, she thought proudly before Gohan leaned over her, worried, picking her up gently.
"Are you okay, Rei-chan?" he questioned, feeling her forehead for bumps. She was mumbling something about heavy metal and he was beginning to worry about her sanity (or lack of it). He received no response and, lightly, he slapped her face.
Immediately, she snapped back into her original personality (good or bad thing?). "I'll get you for that, Gohan!" After a brief moment, she gained a blank face and Gohan blinked. Rei was one strange ten-year old…
"The lock!" she finally hissed excitedly, "when Metallia comes, we'll have the chance to break past her!" She chortled sinisterly, rubbing her palms together gleefully. "Ooooo, she's gonna regret making this woman ten! Never thought this size would be useful…"
Gohan grinned. He was beginning to like this crazy- -but oddly cute- -girl (woman?), insane as it might sound to him.
"You're crazy, you know that?" he teased her and she smirked.
"That's what they say," she replied airily, then studied his face intently, a ghost of a deep emotion on her face…like the one his mother got whenever she talked about his father.
That look scared him, for, all-powerful though he was, he remained a thirteen-year old boy and it scared him very, very, very badly when she gave him that look. It wasn't the one Juuhachigou was so fond of giving Roshi (he'd never known women could skewer a man's ego just by giving him THE LOOK ™, it'd never hurt his father when Mom gave it to him…)
Rei opened her mouth, preparing to say something, when the sound of metal grating against metal erupted from the hinges of the door.
A disheveled, sneering Metallia appeared in the doorway, with what looked like a rock in one hand. Lightly, she tossed it to the floor and it hit it hard. Whoa. Was that bread? Good God, it was!
First in the suggestions box- -new chef. Heck, new yeast, too…the petrified chunk of 'bread' looked like it was a thousand years old. Not, he reminded himself, that it couldn't be a thousand years old in this place.
//\\ready?//\\
Oh. Rei was telepathic.
//\\on three. one…two…three!//\\
What powers of his he could harness in this underground heck were shoved into the speed department and the two children launched themselves around Metallia's booted legs, swooping into the dark corridors.
Suddenly afraid to be separated from the-boy-who-wasn't-the-man-she-loved-but-the-same-person, Rei grasped Gohan's hand as they ran full out, blindly in the bewildering maze, stumbling up steps, twisting around corners, slipping through corridors.
Finally, they ran into a wall.
"Ow," Rei groaned, rolling away from Gohan, who was shaking the hit off like a prize bullfighter, "That hurt. Badly. Very badly. My head hurts."
"I thought it was kinda refreshing," Gohan chirped cheerfully.
Rei raised an eyebrow, decided not to ask, and pulled herself up onto her wobbling legs.
"Shall we?" she asked, forcibly calm.
"We shall." He paused and looked around for a brief moment. "Question…where are we?"
Rei shrugged, then paused, herself. "Wait a minute. I couldn't use my telepathy until the dungeon door was opened…go Super Saiya-jin!"
"How d'you kn-"
"Just shut-up and try it!"
He sighed, focusing all his reserves on the ultimate goal, the ultimate power levels that he had conquered.
And his hair went gold.
(*)
Blasts of furious energy ripped from the fingers and skin of her borrowed body and Metallia screeched inhumanly for several minutes. Cell was off destroying a planet and its denizens, so she couldn't find any gratification with him.
Didn't the boy, Gohan, have a dead father?
An evil smile slowly spread across her face like a cancer.
Stopping her angry steps, she threw her head back and lifted her arms, chanting in the ancient, rune language of the Mars kingdom.
A man's body, clothed in an orange gi with a navy blue under-gi, formed before her and she captured his soul before it could enter the body.
"Poor fool," she murmured evilly, cupping the glowing gold light that represented Gokuu, "Would you like to meet your son's soul and Selenity's soul? They'll be keeping you company until it becomes time for your final destruction."
The soul-orb blinked out, banished to a distant dimension, small and mystical.
The body of Gokuu opened his eyes and sat up, staring ahead with a zombie's emotional behavior.
"Now, slave-warrior, there's a woman pregnant with the child that will be born without a soul…I desire her death so that the boy, Gohan, will know true loneliness…and when the time or need arises, execute Rei. I don't need a lovesick little girl and an equally lovesick little boy running amuck. Kill all those he loves…with the form of one he loves…" Here, she stopped to snigger coldly. "And his will shall break."
Lifting up the hand of the body-that-wasn't-hers, she lifted the other hand and snapped, carelessly, the first hand's pinky and thumb off, letting blood gush along the white gloves, staining the silk as well as the marble floor of the dark palace. "Just as this body breaks." The severed flesh and veins in the stubs remaining pulsed, new flesh forming humps over them before new appendages burst into existence.
"But he will not heal."
Without his soul to guide him, Gokuu stood up stiffly, placing two fingers to his forehead and winking out.
In the darkness, Metallia screamed and shook with mad laughter.
Metallia scares me. 0o;; If this chapter seems weak, forgive me, okay? Remember, I warned ya! Minako's going to be experiencing some serious trauma by the end of "Ares Denetsu" (gingerly slated for a possible ten chapters) and I'll leave ya'll hanging, once more, at this chapter. (And "Ares Denetsu" will end with a cliffhanger of its own…which, of course, will force you to read "Shellshocked", my mainly Mirai no Trunks X Mizuno Ami/Super Sailor Mercury fic. Yes, I'm evil. Well, good-evil. Not perverse-evil, like Metallia and Cell. Wow. I didn't know so many people would freak. Wow.)
By the way, anybody out there gonna write a Juunanagou X Minako fic? I dun' wanna be the only one supporting it with fanfiction!
I'd order you all to write more, but then I'd be VERY hypocrital. (I've been brain-dead, which is my lame excuse for taking forever to get this chapter done and sent out.)
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
Awwww! Ryan's asleep on the aLiEn tiGEr's back! How cute! Now, go to bed, Chibi-Kurt, Chibi-Spyke!
[PS~ Thanks for your support! It means a lot to me! Keep supportin' whatcha want! And have a great week!}
[PSS~ I'll plug shamelessly here. Review. I like reviews.]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.