Crossover To My World
Chp.4
Rating: PG13
By: Girlshorty7 (Midnight of Shadows)
Email me ^_^: Quimon7@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Vejita and Goten are sitting on the ground, stunned expressions on their faces.
Vejita: I can't believe that Shorty doesn't own Dragon Ball Z/GT.
Goten: I can't believe it's not butter.
Vejita: O_o what?
Goten: I mean, I can't believe Shorty doesn't own Sailor Moon either.
Vejita: This is awful. If it weren't for Naoko Takuechi and Akira Toriyama, Shorty would
be on top of the world.
Goten: Eh... maybe not. If it weren't for them, we would have never crossed Shorty's mind.
Vejita: What are you talking about Shorty's a genius. She created this story. SHORTY
IS THE MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN IN THE UNIVERSE! - nexttobulma
By now Vejita was on his feet, his hands in the air, and a triumphant grin on his face.
Goten eyed Vejita warily.
Goten: (mumbling) you're retarded.
Vejita: WHAT?! You dare to make fun of the great Saiyajin Prince.
Goten sweat dropped and backed away from Vejita who was pretty mad.
Goten: Umm...yikes!
And he dashed away, Vejita right on his heels.
Morale: Don't make fun of Vejita.
Shorty: I do not own either Anime so don't sue me. I have nothing to lose except my pride.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to save Goten from Vejita...poor guy, he's
seriously going to get it.
Shorty dashed away, off to prevent a disaster.
Besides...what would the story be like without Goten? That oh so adorable face! *^_^*
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Wassaup crossover fans! As you can see I started this chapter out with the enemy. I
wasn't going to introduce the evil one until later in the series but I thought, Hey! Why not
now! Keeps the readers on their toes and curios to know whom the villain is. Hint: It's no
one you'd ever expect it to be. *^_~*
Also this chapter is more like a transition episode, which means, not a lot of action,
so you'll have to be patient. This gives you the chance to get to know the DBZ characters
better. =)
Crossover To My World
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Last time...
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"You wanna know so bad, ask the god of Uranus!" and with that last statement, she
got up and walked away into the blackness. Usagi and Serenity looked at each other, confusion
written all over their faces. They shrugged and waited for Moon to calm down. Then the black
void suddenly began to glow gold. Moon rushed back over to the other girls, her face alarmed.
"It's happening," she whispered.
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~*Chapter IV*~
The man watched the holographic image of the world spin round and round. The greens
and blues contrasted greatly with the white making it look astonishingly beautiful. He lifted
his gold, jewel-encrusted wine goblet and took a sip of the dark sensuous liquid. His ruggedly
handsome features went well with his dark red-gold hair and deep blue eyes. His eyes captured
you in their strong gaze and left you feeling soulless. He wore black armor with dark indigo
shoulder pads. Medal after medal decorated his breastplate. His long red cape sparkled in the
light of the holograph. He sat in a white throne draped with the fur of a white tiger like
animal. Next to the throne sat a miniature table with a gold pitcher full of the dark wine.
He set his goblet down on it. His lips curved in a smile as he studied the earth.
"Seems I've found you at last bright eyes. I knew you couldn't hide from me forever."
He commented to himself. A sound came from the corner of the dark room. He turned his head as
the girl came partially out of the shadows. He couldn't see her features but he knew very
well who it was.
"Whom did you find at last master?" she asked tentatively. He focused his blue
eyes on her and felt her shrink back into the shadows.
"You know better than to speak without permission cat! Do you consider yourself my
equal?" He snapped. The girl shrank farther back into the shadows.
"No," she whispered shyly.
"Then what makes you so bold as to speak out of turn?" he questioned. He wasn't angry
with her. He just got sick pleasure out of making her squirm. He could feel the fear emanating
from her.
"I'm sorry master. I was wrong to speak out. I was only curious to know whom you
had found. I humbly beg you to forgive me," she answered brokenly. She knew she was going
to get it this time. He smiled a sick, cruel smile.
"Well since you risked severe punishment to ask I'll permit you an answer. I've
found the one we've been searching for all these years. The one I've been training you for
dear." He heard her gasp in surprise. He knew he would get that kind of reaction from her.
"Now go run through all your drills one hundred times. I'll punish you later. Expect
the worst." He turned his head back to stare at the globe again, not even waiting for her
reply. It came nonetheless.
"Yes sir," she whispered meekly and he felt as she left the room the way she had
come in, through the shadows. He smiled as he thought of his success.
"Only a few more weeks and victory will be mine. Finally I can get the blood I so
rightly deserve. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" He laughed triumphantly. He grabbed the cup and drained
the last of the liquid. He snapped his fingers and the earth changed to the figure of a
woman clothed in a garnet robe. "I've found the one of prophecy, love..." he whispered
silkily. He squeezed his hand close and the goblet burst into powder, "And there's absolutely
nothing you can do about it."
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Golden sunlight filtered through the partly open curtains to fall on the peaceful face
of a youth. His eyes twitched as dreams took over his slumbering mind. His unbound purple
hair reflected the sunlight and cast a myriad of colors across his pillow.
Trunks Briefs slept peacefully unaware of the silent house. Slowly his eyes opened,
his body not fully ready to leave the comfort of his warm bed. He tried to roll over as the
sun fell across his eyes, but the unmerciful sunbeams reflected from his mirror and followed
him to the other side. He squinted his eyes as the sunlight penetrated through the fog in
his brain. Finally he relented, seeing as the sun wouldn't give up, and sat up. He yawned,
stretched, and sniffed the air for the smell of breakfast he knew his mother would be cooking.
Trunks halted half stretch and smelled the air again. No food. 'Odd,' he thought
to himself, 'oka-san is usually up by now and cooking breakfast.' He paused his thoughts
and listened attentively. The house was silent. He glanced to his bedside clock. It was
already 10:00 a.m. He hopped out the bed and walked out his bedroom door to the hallway.
He stopped by Bra's door and peeped inside. Bulma's mirror image was sleeping fitfully, in
the midst of a wonderful dream. Well that explained one of the mysteries; Bra never woke up
in the middle of a good dream.
He closed the door to Bra's room and continued down the hall. What was going on
around here? No breakfast, silent house, no sight of his mother. Sure they had their days
when they all slept in, but his mother never slept past ten. She was like a clock; her body
instantly came awake when it was time to get up. He often relied on Bulma to wake him in
the mornings.
He walked down the hall to his parent's room. The door was wide open. He cautiously
peeped inside. He mother was sleeping, face down, looking as if she was dead. For a moment
Trunks thought she was dead, but his fears were calmed when he saw her leg move. Further
investigation showed a dent in the bed where another occupant had slept. Vejita had probably
slept in the bed, which he rarely did.
Speaking of Vejita, where was he? Trunks headed down the hall, this new thought in
his head. He took the back way, past the empty kitchen to the back door. His father's gravity
room was out there. He walked up to the machine and peeped inside the window. It was empty.
In fact, it hadn't been used for a while.
"Something screwy going on here," Trunks said to himself. No father, mother still
sleep, sister dreaming; this was not your usual Briefs' house on a Saturday. Trunks sighed
wearily and went into the kitchen and made himself breakfast. Cereal would have to do.
"I'm bored," he said aloud, "What am I gon do until everybody else wakes up?" His
gaze turned towards the TV, suddenly shining in an unnatural light. "I know..."
He jumped up from the kitchen, ran the two little yards, and sprang onto the couch.
He reached for the remote. It wasn't there. He groped around and under the cushions and
still found nothing. Finally he looked under the couch. The remote was on the other side.
He reached for it but couldn't grab it. He climbed over the couch, reached for the remote
and stopped.
Somebody was out there.
The little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He could feel them. He
slowly raised his head and looked. A girl sat no more than 15 feet away from him, surrounded
by lasers. Trunks looked around. No one else was in the room. He swallowed the lump in his
throat and stood up. He inched towards her, thoughts swimming through his mind. Where did
she come from? Who was she? How did she get here? Why was she in his house? Who brought
her there?
He stood in front of her now, just outsides the lasers reach. Now what? He looked
her over from head to toe. She was relatively short judging from the length of her legs.
Her blond hair was done up in a meatball style with bouncy bangs hiding the red-jeweled
tiara on her forehead. A tight white body suit with long white gloves, really short blue
skirt, and red knee-high boots gave her a sailor/warrior look. Little crescent moons appeared
here and there on her outfit, the best being her earrings. A huge red bow was right on her
chest and contained an odd-looking heart shaped locket. For some reason he was attracted to
it. It called to him, the promise of power behind it. Tentatively he reached forward, intent
on grabbing the locket. His hand was mere inches away, nothing stopping him. He hesitated and
suddenly found himself suspended in the air.
"What the?!" exclaimed Trunks. He swung around to come face to face with Vejita!
Who, by chance, also happened to be holding Trunks by the scruff of the neck.
"What the hell is your problem boy!" he scolded, shaking Trunks for emphasis.
"I...I...I..."he stammered, truly surprised.
"Well...?" questioned Vejita. He set Trunks on the ground and floated down to the
ground himself. After all, Trunks was just as tall as him. He couldn't possibly hold the
boy aloft! Trunks gathered his wits and thought of a good answer.
"I just wanted to get a closer look at her tousan." He dusted himself off as if
nothing had happened and turned the tables on his father. "Who is she anyways?" Vejita
shrugged nonchalantly and turned to leave.
"Just some stray Kakkarot picked up. It's none of your concern brat. Leave the
girl alone Trunks." He cracked a sly smile, "She just might decide to wake up and kill you."
He then left the room. Trunks stood there, lost and confused. He finally came to himself
and left the living room. He had a phone call to make.
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*RING RING*
"Moshi Moshi, Son house, Chichi speaking."
"Ohayo Mrs. Son, is Goten home?"
Chichi recognized that deep voice, so much like his mysterious father's, but she
played dumb any ways.
"Might I ask who's calling?" She could practically hear the smile that spread across
his face.
"It's me Trunks!" She giggled girlishly at his boyish enthusiasm.
"Ohayo Trunks! Goten's home, he just got done with breakfast.
Hold on." She
regrettably set down the receiver. She was hopelessly bored and would have enjoyed chatting
with her godson, but the household chores beckoned to her.
"GOTEN! DENWA O KAKERU!" One...two...three seconds passed when Goten dashed around
the corner. Chichi rolled her eyes and headed back to the kitchen to finish washing dishes.
Goten picked up the phone.
"Sup busta?" He already knew whom it was, no girl ever dared to call him at 10:30 in
the morning. Only Trunks was crazy enough.
"Is that how you treat your best friend?" Trunks asked jokingly.
"Only on Saturdays. Besides, a decent best friend wouldn't call so early in the
morning. I was just about to go take a nap."
"My bad, but I need you to come over."
"What for?"
"It's a little complicated to explain over the phone, but to make it blunt, we got a
visitor."
"Really? Who?"
"Some girl. I woke up and found her in the living room."
"Kami must have answered your prayers!" Joked Goten. Trunks growled into the phone.
"Shut up baka! Seriously though something strange's going on here. My dad is acting
strange, my mother is sleep, my sister is sleep, I had a cold breakfast, there's strangers in
my house and I don't think I can take this any more!"
"Trunks calm down. I'll be there in 5 minutes. Just chill till then. Peace!" And he
hung up before Trunks could say another word. He was about to dash out the open window when
Chichi popped around the corner.
"And just where do you think you're going young man?" she asked with her fists on her
hips and a frown on her face. Goten smiled sheepishly.
"I was just going to Trunks-kun's house mama." Chichi gave him a stern look over.
"Not through the window and especially not looking like that!" Goten looked down at
himself and realized he was still in his pajamas. Maybe he should have thought ahead a little
more before dashing out the window. Chichi heaved a great sigh and Goten suddenly noticed
how old she was.
"Goten, you're 17 years old. I shouldn't have to remind you to do simple things
you're supposed to remember. Why don't you start taking Trunk's example and act a little
more mature?" Chichi gave him a weak smile as she finished to show she wasn't angry, just
disappointed. Goten smiled back.
"You're right kaa-san. I'll go change." He gave her a peck on the cheek and left
the room to change. Chichi stood there in shock. Was Goten actually listening to her? Any
other time she would tell him to do something he would roll his eyes and act like he didn't
need her advice. She shook her head to clear it and went back to the kitchen to finish
cleaning. This also gave her time to review her thoughts.
Lately she had been feeling strange. She had a tingling in her spine every time
something new was happening. The time before Radditzu came, she got that all too familiar
shiver. Now it came back. She suspected something was up ever since Gokou showed up at 5 am
with someone else's blood on his clothes. He had refused to talk about it when she asked him
and instead rolled over and went to sleep. He didn't even take a shower; just hopped in the
bed fully clothed and went to sleep in 2 seconds. It was all very disturbing to her.
She glanced at the clock. It was 10:40 am. She finished the last of the dishes and
just stood there, peering into the empty sink. She was tired with a capital T. Tired of
raising kids and tired of living a dangerous life. She needed some extra rest. She exited the
kitchen and moved into the hall, her eyes half closed with weariness. She slowly made her
way up the stairs and into her dark bedroom. She crawled into the warm bed and snuggled next
to Gokou. Sensing his wife's presence, he moved his arm to wrap her in a loving embrace.
Chichi smiled and soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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Goten put the finishing touches to his outfit and dashed out the room. He appeared
again 5 seconds later to grab the cell phone off his dresser. He shut the door to his
bedroom and walked down the hall to his parent's room. The expansive room was as dark as
night and soft snores filled it. Goten stuck his head in the doorway and scanned around
until he saw Chichi.
"Ma, I'm gone," he whispered. Chichi curled up closer to Gokou and cracked open one
eye slowly. She noticed Goten and closed it again.
"Ok dear. Just be careful," she muttered sleepily. Goten said a quick yes ma'am and
started to leave.
"Oh and Goten," she said. Goten stuck his head back in the door, eyebrows raised.
"Go straight to Capsule Corporation and no where else. I don't want to get another
one of those phone calls again from someone's mother or from the boys in uniform*. I'll see
you later young man."
"Yes ma'am," he muttered and stalked irritated from the room. So he had gotten into
trouble a couple of times because of his irrational thinking and hot temper. She didn't have
to remind him of it all the time. He raced down the stairs and grabbed his house keys from
the rack by the door. He left the house and jumped into the air. Goten relished the feeling
of being able to fly. The wind howled in his ears and whipped his still damp air back. He
had been soaring for no more than a couple of minutes when he spotted CC.
He landed in front of a pacing Trunks. His purple hair hung chin length and was
damp. Trunks had obviously thought to take a shower since Goten took so long to get there.
He was wearing a white sleeveless muscle shirt and dark blue jeans. The matching jacket
was thrown over his shoulder for now. Goten wondered how Trunks could be so small and
lean like his father, yet still be muscular. Trunks frowned at his younger and taller
best friend. Though they were only a year apart they saw each other as equals. Since
Goten had been old enough to walk they had done everything together. They were more like
brothers instead of friends. Living in a family full of fighters had given them something
special in common. Not to mention the fact that they were both half saiyajin.
"Bout time you decided to show up baka! You said you'd be here in 5 minutes. It's
been 15!" admonished Trunks. Goten couldn't help but notice how much Trunks sounded like
Bulma at the moment.
"I had to hook my style up! I couldn't come over here looking like a bum," He
retorted. He was wearing a gray Adidas tee shirt and black sweats. On his neck was his
ever-fashionable silver chain; the one Bulma had given him for his 17th birthday. Trunks
cracked a teasing smirk, like his father.
"You always looked like a bum when you came over my house before, what makes this
time so different?" Goten flushed at the blatant remark. He then gathered his lost pride and
glared at the older teen.
"I never leave the house looking like a bum. Damn skippy I don't and you know it!
Also today is different so I had to look tight." Trunks decided to stop teasing Goten and
motioned with his hand to follow him into the house. He led Goten down the long carpeted
hallway to the living room. He paused in the doorway and peered around the corner into the
room. No Vejita.
"Coast clea..." He turned to tell Goten, but found himself talking to thin air.
"Goten?" He looked back into the living room and spotted Goten standing in front of
the girl. He joined Goten who had a puzzled expression on his face.
"She looks like a sailor and something else put together. Something dangerous.
I get the feeling getting caught up with her could be the end to the peace we've had around
here." mused Goten. Trunks grunted.
"She must be. My tousan is certainly convinced she's dangerous. He caught me trying
to poke at her and said something about how she could kill me." Goten blinked in disbelief.
Vejita said that? Couldn't be. This was a person who considered females to be weaker than
anything, (besides his own darling Bra.) Goten cracked a smile at the remark.
"I always knew Vejita had lost marbles!" he joked. Trunks broke down in laughter.
"I lost what?!"
"EEEEK! Vejita!" exclaimed Goten, "heh..heh..nuthin." He then scooted his way behind
Trunks. Trunks realized he was left out on the battlefield alone.
"Pussy," he said through clenched teeth over his shoulder to Goten. Goten shrugged
his shoulders.
"He's your pops," he replied nonchalantly. Trunks turned his head back around to face
the menacing glare of his father.
"I thought I told you to leave the girl alone Trunks. Furthermore you brought
Kakkarot's brat with you!" Scolded Vejita. Trunks swallowed the developing lump in his
throat. He hated facing his dad when he was mad. For some reason making Vejita angry was
worse than making Bulma mad. One obviously because Vejita could hurt him and two because
Trunks hated to disappoint his father. Secretly, Vejita was his greatest hero, even if he
wasn't the ideal father figure. He had to think of a good excuse or he and Goten would be
running laps around Capsule Corporation all day with Vejita yelling insults behind them every
step of the way.
"Well..I..uh...I wanted to show Goten what you caught last night with you're amazing
power cuz we all know Kakkarot's not capable of capturing a dangerous being all by himself."
Goten poked Trunks in the ribs. He stifled his yelp. Vejita examined Trunks closely looking
him straight in the eye. Trunks prayed his father's ego would kick in. Vejita backed off, a
smug grin on his face.
"Boy, you are damn lucky I'm fond of compliments." Trunks sighed with relief. Goten,
deciding it was safe, stepped out from behind Trunks. Vejita eyed them suspiciously. Those
two were always up to something. If Goten got in trouble you could guarantee Trunks was mixed
up in it and vice versa. Bulma should have named him Trouble instead of Trunks. Chichi might
as well have named Goten, Gotin. Putting their names together you'd get Got in Trouble. A
perfect analogy. Vejita hmphed and walked off. He retreated to a corner of the room and sat
in his meditative position, almost mimicking the girl's.
Goten and Trunks went into the kitchen and sat behind the counter on the tall stools.
They were able to see the girl this way. They talked in low tones to keep Vejita from hearing.
"How old do you think she is?" asked Goten. The question took Trunks by surprise. He
hadn't thought of that.
"Hmmm...hard to tell. She looks like she could be 16 or 17 years old, but at times she
looks older." They gave the girl another glance over, each lost in thought. Suddenly, Goten
broke into a wide smile. Trunks marveled at how much Goten looked like his father at the
moment.
"When she wakes up, I'm going to ask her if she has a boyfriend!" he stated. Trunks
blinked at him, a blank look on his face. Only Goten would utter such a dufus remark. *S* And
this was his best friend? What was the world coming to? -_-;
"But Goten...what about you and Paris? I thought you two were going out again?"
Goten's face fell at the mention of Paris and Trunks knew he had tapped a sore spot.
Goten heaved a great sigh.
"We broke up again about a week ago. I walked in on her and Simco having a *romantic*
session when I went to surprise her with flowers on her birthday. One thing led to another and
me and Simco got in a fight. Her mother had to call the police to separate us. We haven't
talked to each other since. She calls to apologize every now and then, telling me how much
she misses me, but I've learned my lesson. I don't care how pretty she is, I'm not messing
with that girl no more." Trunks nodded his approval. He had never approved of her. Heck,
she had even made a move on him before, but he never told Goten that. That's what happens
when you introduce a country girl to the city!
Their short conversation was abruptly interrupted when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" yelled Bulma as she dashed down the hall. She opened the door to see
Gohan along with Pan and Videl. Gohan eyes looked red and tired, as if he'd been arguing with
someone. He was out of his usual business suit and instead wore a blue dress shirt with black
slats and black shoes. He'd exchanged his reading glasses for a pair of sunglasses. Bulma
thought it made him look handsome. Videl looked slightly irritated, as if she didn't want to
be there. Her short yellow sundress and yellow heels couldn't disguise her mood. She wore a
pair of dark sunglasses rimmed with imitation gold to complete her outdoor look. Pan's face
was one of usual indifference. Her orange overall dress and white shirt made her look charming
if not cute. She also wore her customary orange scarf. Gohan gave Bulma a genuine smile.
"Konnichiwa Bulma-san!" he greeted. They exchanged hugs and kisses and Bulma showed
them to the den. Gohan stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the girl. "Uh...Bulma?
Who's that?" Bulma pulled Gohan the rest of the way into the den. She sat him down in a chair
and told him to wait until everyone else arrived and she would explain. A moment later the
doorbell rang again and Bulma dashed down the hall. She opened it to see...
"Piccolo! What a surprise!" Piccolo smirked as if expecting that remark. He had
strayed from his usual attire and instead wore regular clothing. He sported dark blue jeans
with an orange shirt and dark blue hat that had his name written across the back. He wore the
unusual cap backwards to fully display his name. Bulma recalled Gohan buying the cap for him
when Gohan was younger. He had only recently convinced Piccolo to wear regular clothing, right
down to white tennis shoes. It made the Namek look almost human.
"Am I not welcome here?" he asked accusingly. No matter how a person changed on the
outside you couldn't change the inside. Piccolo was full testament to that. Bulma blinked.
"Of course you are! You're always welcome here. Follow me. Gohan and his family are
already here." Piccolo ducked to clear the doorway as he followed Bulma. He raised his
eyebrows in question when he spotted the girl but didn't stop. Gohan jumped to his feet when
Piccolo entered the den.
"Piccolo-san! I'm glad you decided to come and I see you wore the clothes I bought
you!" he greeted enthusiastically. Piccolo frowned.
"I had nothing better to do and my other clothes got dirty so don't get all excited."
Gohan wasn't the least bit hurt by Piccolo's remark. He was used to it. He immediately began
talking of recent events. Videl sneered at Piccolo. Like Chichi she wasn't too fond of the
seven foot Namek.
"You'd swear you love him more than me," she mumbled. Gohan stopped talking.
"What?" he asked. Videl shook her head. He shrugged and continued talking. Piccolo
smirked and leaned closer to her, dropping his voice to a whisper so only she could hear.
"He would...if he knew what I did." Videl glared at him, a warning to keep his mouth
shut. Gohan watched the scene in bafflement. What just happened? He scratched his head and
shrugged his shoulders, one of his father's habits. He soon continued the nonsense conversation
with Piccolo. It was then that Pan tugged on Bulma's dress. Bulma wore a dark violet short
sundress that tied behind her neck with huge light blue roses all over it. Her light blue heels
matched for a charming effect. She had brushed her now long lavender hair into a high ponytail
and tied it with a blue rose scrunchie
"Yes munchkin?" she asked. Pan frowned at the tender nickname. She hated being called
names no matter how sweet they sounded. She looked up to Bulma with big brown eyes.
"When's Bra coming down? I'm bored." She stated rather bluntly. Bulma smiled at the
innocent question.
"She'll be down in a little bit Pan. I just got her up and dressed before I answered
the door. I'll go get her if you like." And with that Bulma disappeared around the corner.
She reappeared five minutes later with a two-year-old Bra in her arms. Bra's outfit was an exact
mimic of Bulma's only it had straps instead of tying behind the neck and she wore little baby
blue tennis shoes to match. Her lavender hair was tied back in its usual ponytail with a baby
blue rose barrette. She clutched a white object close to her chest. Bulma bent closer to
examine it.
"Bra, what in the world are you holding on to? I know it's not one of your stuffed
animals," she questioned the little girl. Bra grinned from ear to ear and held the object out
for all to see
"Papa!" she cried triumphantly. Bulma sighed. The little girl had one of Vejita's
white gloves. She didn't know why the rug rat was so attached to him.
"Bra I'll never understand you," she muttered and left to answer the door once again.
Pan stooped down to come eye level with Bra, a smirk on her face.
"Hey Bra I got a new game for us to play today. All you need to do is get a fork and
meet me by the lamp in the living room."
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Trunks and Goten watched as each new guest arrived, all familiar faces. Yamucha, Puare,
Kuririn, Ju-hachi, Marron, Tienshinhan, Lunch, Chaotzu, and Oolong.
"Where's Kamesinnin, Oolong?" asked Bulma. The little pig, dressed in his red trousers
and green suspenders, answered her question rather vaguely.
"He said he didn't feel up to it," was his only reply. Bulma decided to let the
subject drop. Chichi and Gokou showed up late, claiming they had overslept. At least they
showed up fashionably late. Chichi had reverted from her normal pants and dress to a light
flowery red dress. The dress reached to her feet and was covered in multicolored assorted
flowers with slits up the sides. Her red heels completed the look. Gokou actually looked
decent. He wore long khaki shorts, brown sandals and a white polo shirt. Bulma smiled
approvingly and winked at Chichi. She knew the woman had probably gone thru hell to get him to
wear it.
All of them had had the same reaction to the girl as Gohan, save for Gokou, and Bulma
had told them all would be explained in the den. As soon as Chichi and Gokou were situated
Bulma told the tale, with help from Gokou. After about 15 minutes the den was death silent.
It was then that Vejita decided to appear. He strolled in, wearing a brown sleeveless shirt,
sleeveless black jean vest and matching jeans with his fingerless black gloves, and did a double
take. He turned to glare at Bulma.
"Woman, what the hell are all these people doing here?!" he growled. Bulma gave him a
sweet smile. No way was Vejita going to ruin her mood today. Today was a good day, if not a
bit odd.
"Vejita, in case you've forgotten, which I can see you have, today is the first reunion
barbeque. None of us have seen each other for a very long time without there being some big
fight going on. Today is a day to just chill and relax." Vejita snorted and left the room to
return to his previous task, watching the girl. Bulma rolled her eyes at his departing back.
The only reason he didn't object was because of the guarantee of food. She laughed inwardly.
Only a saiyajin!
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Goten and Trunks sat at the table stunned.
"I don't get it?" spoke Trunks after a while. Goten looked at him, a questioning look
in his eyes. Trunks went on. "Well you heard mom's story, heck she talks loud enough for the
whole house to hear."
"So?" asked Goten, obviously hinting for Trunks to continue.
"So how can a girl like that just fall out the sky? Is she an angel? A demon? Or maybe
an alien?" he pondered. Goten shrugged.
"I have no idea. She most definitely isn't a demon and she doesn't look like an alien."
"Neither do saiyajin," Trunks pointed out, "Except for their tails."
"Good point," replied Goten, "Do you think she could be another saiyajin?" The innocent
question had Trunks stumped. He thought about it, then he looked over at the girl in question
and shook his head.
"I don't think so. For one, she doesn't have a tail and for two, dad said only four
survived and Frieza killed them all except for him and Gokou. Also I don't think saiyajins
have long blond hair and run around in sailor outfits." Goten nodded in agreement. It was
then that Bra came into the kitchen. She tugged on Trunks pants leg insistently. Trunks
looked down annoyed.
"What?" he asked irritated. Bra pointed to the silverware lying on the counter in
front of him.
"Fouk," she stated, pointing to get her point across. Trunks didn't think before
handing it to her and she skipped off happily to the living room.
*SMACK*
"OW! What was that for Goten?" Trunks rubbed the back of his sore head while Goten
glared at him.
"You idiot! You just handed you're two year old sister a fork!" he yelled. Trunks
shrugged.
"So?" Goten's mouth dropped open. And they said he was dumb!
"So nothing! Think Dodo. What in the world is a two year old gonna do with a fork in
the living room?!" Trunks eyes widened in realization at what he'd done and he dashed off
after Bra, Goten right on his heels. They rounded the corner in time to see her raise the
fork. He wouldn't catch her in time if he ran. He leaped and caught Bra's wrist right before
she shoved the fork into the electrical outlet. He wrestled the fork out of her hand and
dragged her to the couch where Goten was waiting. He stood her up on the arm of the loveseat
so that they were about eye to eye.
"Bra what or who in the world gave you the idea to stick a fork in the electrical
outlet?!" he scolded. Bra grinned from ear to ear.
"Pan-chan!" she squealed happily. Trunks sighed. Sometimes she could be so much
trouble.
"Bra don't you ever do that again or I'll get papa's monster to eat you." Bra's eyes
widened in horror and she clutched the white glove tighter. Trunks set her on the ground.
"Now go sit with Papa until it's time to go out." Bra hopped off happily singing.
"Con ban wa
sho ti ma
luko ja deni o
mipo saw
ha ma ma
papa ro lo po!" Vejita roared with laughter as Bra settled in his lap singing the
song over again. It was then that Bulma walked in and heard Bra singing.
"Vejita what in the world is she singing? I don't know what language that is but I
don't think its baby talk cuz you seem to understand it perfectly well." Vejita smirked as he
answered her question.
"Oh it's not baby talk. In fact she's singing in perfect saiyajin." and he broke into
laughter again. Bulma crossed her eyes in puzzlement.
"How in the world does she know saiyajin Vejita? She sings that song all the time.
Have you been teaching it to her to get even with me?!" she asked hotly.
"Oh I didn't teach it to her. She learned it own her own. If you remember Trunks did
the same thing when he was two." Bulma cooled down.
"Well what is she saying that's got you laughing so hard?" Vejita smiled secretively
and winked at her.
"Its a secret. I'll tell you alright...one day." And he broke into laughter again.
Bulma stalked from the room irritated. Vejita whispered something in Bra's ear and she stopped
her song. Goten and Trunks exchanged looks and flopped on the couch.
"You're family is too weird Trunks. How'd you get her so scared like that?" asked
Goten. Trunks smiled as if remembering a distant memory.
"I convinced her a terrible monster lived in my tousan's gravity room that would eat
her if she was bad. It works. If you tell her not to do something once, she'll never do it
again." Goten was shocked to say the least.
"Wow! She's pretty smart. I remember when Pan was two we use to have to let her learn
the hard way about not doing things. The fork for example. She did it and was scared to go
near electric items for two weeks. She never pulled a stunt like that again." He sat up
straighter and looked around the room. "Speaking of Pan, I think it's time her and I had a
heart to heart. Oh never mind I'll do it later."
"Oh!" Both teens sat up straight.
"Did you do that?" they asked each other. They turned as one to look at the girl.
She was glowing! Her pigtails had risen in the air and were floating as if a breeze were
blowing. The glowing was a soft white color, like moon light. Her hair was slowly going
through a color change cycle, from root to tip. It swirled from blond to silver, silver to
blond over and over again. Her lips were moving but no sound could be heard.
Trunks and Goten looked at each other, shocked.
"I think you better call your mom Trunks," whispered Goten.
"Uh Mom, I think you better come in here, that girl is awake!" Yelled Trunks. Bulma
rushed into the room immediately, followed by every one from the den. They broke out in
excited whispers as they stood back and watched the girl go through her phase.
Bulma walked up to the glowing girl, turned off the lasers and knelt in front of her.
She reached out with her hand but stopped when the girl's eyes snapped open. Her head turned
slowly, stiffly, and her eyes focused on Bulma. They were swirling different colors also.
They went from Deep blue, to icy blue, to silver. The swirling stopped on the icy blue and
Bulma felt her heart freeze. Those eyes were so cold and fearsome.
"Hanarete iru!" came the low voice. It echoed and mixed with the voices of two others.
Bulma stood up and backed away, her gaze still trapped by the girl. Finally the swirling began
again and Bulma blinked her eyes rapidly as the spell was broken.
"Are you okay Bulma?" asked Chichi, "You look a little pale." Bulma shook away the
other woman's concern with a wave of her hand. She smiled and nodded then focused on the girl
again. Her eyes had remained open and were still swirling. Bulma didn't know what was
happening but she didn't like it. Those eyes had been so cold and devoid of spirit. She had
felt as if looking into those eyes was like being dunked in the Antarctic Ocean. The
experience left you feeling shaken inside and out.
The glow began to increase and the swirling became faster and faster. The light
became so bright they had to cover their eyes to keep from getting blinded.
"OH NOOO!"
"YAAAAAA!
"FREEDOM!"
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The group watched in amazement as a series of visions appeared before their eyes...
The First...
A young woman with silver hair is running through a garden, fear written all over her
beautiful face. Anger burns in her blue eyes as a shadow approaches fast behind her. She
stumbles and falls, but continues to drag herself through the bushes. Her clothes are so
covered in dirt they are unrecognizable. Some of the clothing rips as she drags herself
through the thorny rose bushes. Blood rises from the scratches but she ignores the pain. The
shadow gets closer and closer every second. She glances back once, only to turn back forward
and crawl faster. She finally comes to a dead end and cringes against the rock in fear as a
large hand decorated with blue and gold rings slowly reaches for her....
The Second...
A battlefield is spread all before them. Dead bodies and wounded people are scattered
across a fallen building and a dying garden. Among the dead are women dressed in sailor
outfits in a variety of colors. Their faces are frozen in determined and sorrowful
expressions. In the center of the ruins a young girl with silver hair and silver eyes is
screaming in terror as a dark man dies in her arms. Her white dress is soaked in the man's
blood. He says something to her and slowly the life begins to fade from him. She screams in
agony as his head rolls limply to the side, his chest heaving no more. She kisses his lifeless
lips and reaches to his side. Tears run down her face as she grabs his sword....
The Third...
A woman in a black robe frantically runs down a long, dark corridor, a baby in her
arms. The blanket folds back to reveal a girl with starling blue eyes and little blond curls.
The baby cries out in fear but the woman only clutches it tighter to her chest. They come to
a sphere-shaped room where a circle of candles is burning in the center. The woman sets the
baby down in the circle and places an unknown pendant around her neck. The woman's hood
falls back to reveal blue hair as she chants words. Seconds later the baby disappears in a flash of
blue light. The woman turns suddenly as a man burst into the room, a sword dripping with blood
in his hand. He raises it high overhead....
And suddenly the visions stop.
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The group blinked rapidly to adjust to the normal light. Everyone gasped in shock.
"Hey! She knows how to do the multi form technique!" Burst out Kuririn, "But how did
she do it in so many colors?"
Where one girl had been now lay three! One, who looked to be older than the other two,
had long silver hair. The girl on her right had silver hair also and the one on her left stood
out from the other two with her long blond tresses. They all had the same odd twin bun with
pigtails style. The oldest remained in the original sailor out fit. The blond wore white
sqorts with buttons going up on the side, pink spaghetti strap tee shirt with a white bunny on
the front, and white sneakers with low cut socks. The last girl looked like a princess only
heard of in fairy tales. Her outfit alone outshone the others.
She was dressed in a white strapless silk chemise gown. The iridescent fabric
shimmered like moon light and reflected back every color of the rainbow. The silky dress had
three layers underneath. The fourth layer was a lace pattern of crescent shaped moons. Small
luminescent pearls hung on silk thread down the length of the gown. The top of the gown was
circled in gold ringlets going all the way around until the back of the gown dropped into a
sharp v-cut. Inside each ringlet was a pearl shaped into crescent moons. A string of pearls
looped around under the ringlets, followed by two thin ribbons, a looped cord, and another
string of beads. A wondrously large white bow was tied at the back. The ribbon ends swirled
down in lovely spirals to the bottom. On her feet were sparkling white heels with strap ties
around the ankles. A pearl crescent moon buttoned the straps in place. On her wrist was a
bracelet of lovely white pearls. Her earings were large crescent moon shaped pearls. Around
her buns were pearl bracelets with gold links. On her forehead was a glowing golden crescent
moon. It stood out against her pale skin and silver hair. Her pigtails were wavy and went
down her back like waterfalls. The whole effect was dazzling. It gave an air of power to
her. Her hand was curled tightly around an object that was glowing in a steady gold pulse.
"Oui my head," muttered the Sailor girl. She rubbed her head and slowly sat up.
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I present chapter four. Finally done. I know it took forever and a day (Actually two), but
hey, I'm not perfect. For those of you wondering about Serenity's dress, I revised it a little,
gave it a bit more glamour. Well stay tuned for chapter five. What happens now that the girls
are separated? Also we find out a little more about Veji's history. Could be interesting so
check it out. *^_~* --Gotta love that face. It's so kawaii! *~_~* (Hehe)
Translations:
Con ban wa
sho ti ma
luko ja deni o
mipo saw
ha ma ma
papa ro lo po - wouldn't you like to know (heehee)^_^
Denwa o Kakeru - you have a phone call
Hanarete iru - stay away
Peace,
Girlshorty7
(Midnight of Shadows) *~_~*