Crossover To My World
Chp.9
Rating: PG13
By: Girlshorty7~Midnight of Shadows
Disclaimer:
Shorty is sitting at a wooden desk, sharpened number two pencil in hand and a test sheet in front of her. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead as she concentrates. The questions are extremely tough. The
camera zooms in to the paper.
1. Do you Midnight of Shadows aka Girlshorty7 aka Shorty, own Sailormoon, it affiliates and any merchandise associated with it in any way shape or form?
Circle one
Yes No
Shorty scratches her head while frowning. After twenty minutes she circles No and moves on to
the next question.
2. Do you Midnight of Shadows aka Girlshorty7 aka Shorty, own Dragonball Z, GT, it affiliates and any merchandise associated with it in any way shape or form?
Circle one
Yes No
Once again Shorty is stumped. After twenty-five minutes she circles No. She takes a sip of water before moving on to the next question.
3. Do you own Midnight, Draev and the concept behind this story?
Circle one
Yes No
Shorty smiles and circles Yes. Her smile fades as she comes across the next question.
4. Did you know you failed your biology test?
Circle one
Yes No
Shorty: NANI?!!
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Man! Now I see how hard it is to write two stories at once. To any other author who does it, I feel your pain! You're not alone! Well here is the latest installment of CTMW. I hope yall like this one. I use a whole
nether language besides English and Japanese (and you won't find it in any dictionary ^_~) I like this one the most.
Does any like the colors? If not I'll get rid of them next chap.
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Crossover To My World
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Her head whipped around when she felt that all too familiar tingle of power in the air. In the distance a white blaze of light streaked towards her location. She gripped her sword tightly and dashed behind the ships hull, effectively keeping herself hidden from view. She peeked from around the corner as the white blaze landed on the ground a few feet away. She ducked back behind the hull again and took a deep breath as she gripped her sword.
With a yell she charged the unsuspecting target.
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~*Chapter IX*~
Piccolo grumbled irritably as they flew behind the Saiyajin warriors. They had caught up with Bulma's air car a while ago, and with careful questioning and prodding, been able to get the location of the ship from her computer. They had all decided to show up together, and it was perfectly logical, except for the fact of the snail's pace they moved at. To make it even worse, he had *extra* baggage to tote, and right now, she was being very annoying.
"Will you please stop humming that damn tune!" he snapped, craning his head around to glare at her. Moon flashed him a grin and stuck out her tongue.
"I'm bored and we are going too slow. What else do you expect me to do?"
"Shut up!" she glowered at him, her arms tightening around his neck in warning. He had better watch his mouth or they'd be taking a crash course in landing. She
briefly considered the notion, but cut the idea as a better one came to mind.
>::Hey Piccolo:: The namek almost did stop flying as her voice echoed in his head.
>::Dammnit Moon! Get out of my head!:: A giggle was his only answer. Piccolo frowned in
irritation. Ever since he'd intruded on her thoughts that day, she had somehow established a telepathic link with him. Now it seemed she did it just to annoy him. Regardless of his warning, the woman blabbered on.
>::How bout we get there first and get dibs on the newcomer?:: Piccolo arched a brow in curiosity.
>::And just how do you suppose we do that?:: Moon hugged his neck closer and her legs gripped his waist.
>::Hold on, you'll see.:: Piccolo felt that all too familiar feeling as chills ran down his spine. She wouldn't dare....
>::You're not doing what I think you are...are you?:: His only reply was a flash of white light and Piccolo suddenly found himself in the desert, Moon
hollering in joy on his back.
"YAtta! I did it! I knew it would work! Come on piman, let's go find that ship before the others figure out we're gone!" She bounced on his back as if urging a horse forward. Piccolo didn't move.
"Why should I go anywhere with you? For all I know I could be flying to my doom, and dangit, I'm not your horse so stop bouncing around!" Moon calmed and hugged his neck in mock affection.
"PWeeeassee Piccowo? I just wanna get dere fwirst!" she pleaded in a chibi voice. Piccolo rolled his eyes. The woman was truly an enigma, one that would leave mankind stumped for ages.
"Whatever," he mumbled and proceeded on. In the distance, smoke could be seen curling from the sky, no doubt coming from the crashed ship. As always someone had to point out the obvious and Moon decided to do it.
"Look over there! I bet that's where they are!" Piccolo mentally restrained himself from ejecting the irritating passenger.
"No shit Sherlock," he growled. Moon popped him in the back of the head.
"Oh shut up and fly piman!" Piccolo gripped her leg and she yelped in pain.
"Number one don't hit me," he said. She stuck out her tongue as he turned his head to glower at her, "And two stop being so damned annoying! What did you eat today!" Moon winked at him.
"I had one of Bulma's jumbo sugar cookies, you know the saiyajin size ones," Piccolo groaned. Those things had enough sugar in them to make an elephant hyper! His mind flashed back to the times of training a young Gohan. Bulma had packed Gohan one of her *special* cookies once and Gohan had eaten one for a snack. Needless to say Chichi almost lost a son that day.
He snapped out of his reverie as he caught a glimpse of the burned ship. They were only a few yards away. With a swiftness that surprised even him, Moon sobered up and began tactically thinking.
"Here. We should land here and approach the ship. From what I can see the hull has been breached and the door's been shorn in half. Whatever was in there is out now and no doubt prepared for danger."
Piccolo decided it was a fair plan and landed a few yards away from the ship. He took the time to study it in hopes of finding some clue as to what happened. Right away his eyes picked up the bright liquid mixed in with the white sand.
"Moon," he called, gaining her attention away from the door she was watching to his finger as he pointed at the ground.
"Miru sore, chi. It leads around the ship. Someone has
definitely been out here and from the amount of blood on the sand, their wounded pretty badly."
"Hai Piccolo, I get the warning, I'll be careful." but before he could say anything else she dashed off, moving to the doorway and peering inside. Piccolo stood to a distance, not particularly interested in the whole ordeal.
Moon ran her hand along the edges of the mutilated door. Other then the disfiguring dent, it had been in perfect condition. But what had caused such a clean cut? She only knew of certain types of weapons with the ability to do that and she had one. Her hand
unconsciously traced the hilt of her sword as she thought about the possibility.
After a cursory glance to the interior design, Moon decided nothing was in there and turned to go back to Piccolo. That's when she heard the shout and seconds later a blade whistled by her head. Moon eyed the two strands of silver hair as they fluttered away, evidence of her near brush with death.
"NANDE?!" she exclaimed and jumped back as a girl charged forward again, sword in hand. Moon pulled her own sword from her scabbard and in a flash of light she was in her warrior garb. The flash momentarily stunned the girl and Moon attacked while her opponent was blinded. She swung her blade down and was met with a solid block. The girl kicked Moon away and Moon jumped up again, this time thrusting and meeting steel. The girl
parried and spun as the blades rang out in the desert air, the sound of steel clashing with silver ringing in her ears. They continued this sword play for awhile, neither losing or gaining any ground but each feeling the bearance of what might happen if they lost.
Moon ducked as the girl brought her sword around and she uppercutted, her fist connecting with the girl's jaw. The girl stumbled back into the waiting arms of Piccolo, her cry of alarm a second too late. Before she could move, he hooked his elbows under her armpits and forced her to drop the weapon. The blade fell from her numb fingers onto the sand and Moon kicked it away, her own sword tip pointed at the girl's throat. It was then that Moon got a good look at her and forced herself not to step back in fear.
Those eyes! They were completely black, no whites, and glaring with such venom and disgust Moon thought the look alone could kill. She glowered at the dark skinned girl and prodded her throat with the sword tip. The girl grimaced in pain as the tip drew blood.
"Who are you!" demanded Moon. The girl growled and tried to lunge at her, but Piccolo was in control.
"I said who are you! Answer me or be prepared to face the consequences!" The girl sneered at her, her dark face twisting in anger.
"Greban ki jyo por. Kipre hy ce modre tre!" she spat. Moon's eyes narrowed. This was going to be a long day if this girl didn't start speaking intelligible words.
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Vejita glared at the woman driving in the air car with contempt. Why did she always have to be so impulsive? Feeling eyes on her, Bulma turned her head back, not caring she was still driving, and looked for the source of her sudden discomfort. Vejita averted his gaze.
"BULMA PAY ATTENTION!" screeched Chichi. Bulma snapped her head around and swerved the car dangerously, with Trunks and Serenity holding on for dear life and Chichi uttering even more curses. Vejita rolled his eyes. Instead of commenting on the situation he instead looked back behind him at the trailing saiyajins. There was Kakkarot and his brat Gohan, and that other brat Goten trailing behind with the blond bombshell on his back. She was saying something and his sensitive inhuman ears picked up on the conversation.
"Goten can't you go any faster! Look how far we are behind!" she shrieked. Goten frowned.
"Oh sorry Usagi, I forgot to fill up at the gas station," he drawled sarcastically. Vejita tuned the rest of the conversation out as they argued once again. It was then that he noticed something out of the ordinary. Something just didn't feel right at the moment. Something was missing but what it was he couldn't tell.
He couldn't place it, this feeling like....he looked around his entourage once again and realized what the problem was. That namek and sailor girl were gone.
Vejita stopped in surprise and Gokou crashed into the prince. His ever present smile fell as he rubbed his sore nose, a frown on his face.
"Vejita," he whined, "Why'd you stop for? You could've at least said something first!" Vejita held up his hand for silence which he got. His eyes were glazed and his head cocked slightly, as if listening for something, or in his case, reaching out his senses and searching for ki. His attention focused on Gokou.
"Kakkarot, do you feel that?" Gokou frowned once again as he searched for whatever Vejita had found but failed to come up with any results.
"Vejita I don't....whoa! What was that!" he yelled, falling back as the wave of power hit him. Gohan rushed up to his father and placed a hand on his shoulder, evidently having felt the sudden rise in ki also.
"Tousan what was that?" he questioned. Vejita turned his head in the direction the power had come from. His brows furrowed in thought.
"It felt like two different people, both suddenly flaring in power. One I recognize as that Moon girl's from having faced her before," he said slowly, "but...the other....I don't know. I think I....never mind. I don't know who it is. Any ways we need to get there now!" It was obviously an order for Gokou.
The spiky haired man nodded and placed two fingers to his temple as Vejita and Gohan grabbed on to his shoulders. With a blur they were gone.
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Vejita opened his eyes when he realized they had reached their destination. He shuddered. He would never get used to that feeling. His sharp eyes took in the surrounding desert landscape and he searched for the crashed ship. There it was! In the distance, still smoking. The three warriors flew towards it.
Suddenly a feminine yell could be heard followed by the clashing of metal. A moment later the sounds of fighting stopped and Moon's voice could be heard clearly through the desert air.
"Who are you!" No answer came and the other's thought, maybe whoever Moon was talking to was dead. They sped up their pace as they heard Moon's voice again, coming upon the ship and nearing the trail of blood that led around it.
"I said who are you! Answer me or be prepared to face the consequences!" Silence reigned yet again as the woman issued an order. Vejita and Gokou were the first to round the corner of the ship and see the scene unfolding. Piccolo was holding onto someone while Moon pointed her sword at the person's throat. They're vision of the restrained offender was blocked, but then a silky feminine voice
replied, her tone one of hate and anger.
"Greban ki jyo por. Kipre hy ce modre tre!" she spat.
Vejita stopped dead in his tracks.
"No," he whispered, his face pale and ashen. Moon whipped around as she heard his voice and then stepped aside when she saw the stricken look on his face. The girl was visible now and her eyes widened as she spotted the new arrivals. Vejita was still in shock, his eyes brimming open and his dry mouth working, trying to find words to express his horror. He took a step back.
"Masaka," came the soft statement, "You're dead. This is not real, you are dead." The girl smiled a dazzling smile, her white teeth perfect and straight, as she stopped struggling. Piccolo released her and her arms dropped lazily to her sides as she stared at Vejita. Then her black eyes filled with tears that ran down her brown cheeks and splashed onto the sand.
"Vejita......roko!" she cried and flung herself into his arms. Vejita still stood there in shock, not responding as the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. She clutched at him desperately, afraid he would disappear if she were to release him. Vejita took all this with a blank face, not even flinching when a tail slowly regrew from his lower back.
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Gohan stepped up to the emotionless Saiyajin prince, his face still ashen and eyes wide. They'd been standing there for ten minutes now with no reaction from him. The girl's sobbing had ceased awhile ago and now she placed her hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him at arms length, and examined his blank face.
"Vejita," she called, her soft voice dripping with concern and worry. She shook him a little and tried again.
"Vejita," still no reply. Gohan's ear perked as Piccolo spoke up.
"It's no good to call him, he's in shock. Whoever you are, you gave him a pretty good scare. No one's ever been able to do that, not even Frieza." The girl turned her head to glare at him and bare her teeth.
'So she does understand our language,' Gohan thought to himself. He turned his attention back to the glaring girl and Piccolo. Almost as if the comment had never been made, she turned back to Vejita and tried once again to get him out of his stupor.
"VEJITA!" she yelled, causing Gokou to jump from her sudden outburst. Gohan stepped closer next to her and bowed politely.
"If you'll excuse me ma'am, I think I can bring him out of it." The girl looked at him, no emotion showing in her dark orbs and Gohan suddenly had the feeling of being lost. She nodded and with that action their gazes broke, her stepping aside while her black tail whipped in anticipation. Gohan's eyes bugged.
'Tail?! She has a tail?! Whoa Gohan not now, think about it later. Right now, deal with Vejita.' Gohan stood directly in front of Vejita and waited a moment to muster as much courage as he possibly could for what he was about to do. Finally, with a deep breath that left him feeling light headed, he lifted his arm and raised it back as far as it would go.
*SLAP*
"What the.. !!"
*PUNCH*
Gohan lay on the ground as a pissed Vejita towered over him. He rubbed his sore jaw even as Vejita's own hand went to the bright red mark on his cheek.
"First Kakkarot and now his brats are trying to kill me!! What the hell is your problem!!" he roared. Gohan cheezed as he sat up.
"You were out of it....and I couldn't think of any other way to bring you back." Vejita's ki raised and Gohan gulped. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. He braced himself for the beat down he knew he was about to
receive. Then....
"Vejita?" The prince stopped as the voice cut through the two of them. The girl stood behind Vejita now, a hand on his shoulder and her black tail curling around his newly grown one. His expression softened and was replaced by one that almost registered pain...almost. He bared his teeth and whipped around to face her, his hands clenched at his sides and back stiff. The girl took a step back and her perfect features were shadowed by hurt, her black brows drawing together and her full lips pouting. Yet Vejita said nothing, only continued to stare at her as if she were something new and dangerous to him, something he didn't know. It seemed Gohan was the only one aware of Bulma's and the other's arrival.
Bulma ran around the corner and came to a sudden halt, Trunks crashing into her and both falling to the ground.
"GET OFF BAKA!" she screeched and Trunks sprang up and away from her. Serenity soon showed followed by Chichi and a now alert Bra.
"LOOK OUT BEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!" Was the only warning before Goten crashed into his father, Usagi screaming in protest on his back.
"Goten idiot! Can't you do anything right!"
"Well If you hadn't pinched my tail maybe I
would've!"
"You should learn to keep your hand...er...appendages to yourself!"
"I can't control it!" Usagi picked herself off the ground and turned her back on the fallen Saiyajins. With a
humph she walked off. Gokou helped his son up off the ground. It was then that all seemed to notice the strange scene unfolding, Vejita staring at a girl whose features greatly contrasted the white sand. Bulma hesitantly approached Vejita and placed a hand on his tense shoulder. He flinched but made no move to revoke her. Bulma's blue eyes shone with worry and concern at the silent stance of her husband.
"Vejita," she asked softly, "Daijobu ka?" Vejita didn't answer and instead shrugged her hand away. In two strides he stood before the girl, his hand on her throat and lifted her into the air. Her face registered alarm as she struggled to remove herself from his iron grip. He shook her, not savagely as he might of with Gokou, but more to rattle her head and force her to hold still.
"Woh mai tre?" the foreign words throwing everyone off as he questioned her. She didn't answer. Vejita shook her again.
"Woh mai TRE!" he reiterated with more force. Her mouth worked awhile before her reply came out in a choked voice, emotion evident in her tone.
"Kipre.......trer......roka," Vejita seemed dissatisfied with the answer and shook her again.
"LIAR!" he yelled and her face scrunched in pain. Tears began to stream from her eyes as she pleaded with him, an emotional overdrive that affected all.
"Ki....kipre trer roka," she said once again, her voice lost in an onslaught of pain and fresh tears. Vejita still retained his tight grip, none too satisfied with the answer. He shook her once again, and this time when she cried out, Gohan stepped in when no one else made a move to stop it. He placed his hand on Vejita's arm and with sheer effort, forced him to let go of the girl. She fell to the ground in crumpled heap and rubbed her sore throat while Gohan stood between them.
"Vejita, what's wrong with you. Can't you see that she's not dangerous! Who is she?" he scolded and asked at the same time. Vejita remained silent and his gaze never faltered as he stared straight ahead into oblivion.
With eyes full of tears that never seemed to cease, she gazed sorrowfully up at them. Vejita's menacing expression fell and he suddenly fell to his knees, reaching for her hand and placing it in his own. Gohan didn't know what to do. Deciding the danger was gone, he moved to the side and stood next to his mother, who, surprisingly, had stayed silent through the whole ordeal. Bulma, who had stayed motionless, now moved to stand behind her husband, confusion written all over her face. Her blue eyes took in the holding hands.
"Vejita? What is going on? Who is she?!" A note of jealousy was
under laden in her tone. Vejita ignored her once again and instead spoke to the girl.
"Yung mi," he said softly. The girl's tears stopped and a small smile spread on her lips. She nodded her head in acceptance of whatever he had said.
"Ki yung tre," she replied and Vejita's proud smirk once again surfaced. Bulma's pale face turned red and she huffed in anger. Stomping around her kneeling husband, she stood between the two, standing over their joined hands with a foot on either side and her hands on her hips.
"VEJITA!" she yelled, even though he was right in front of her, "For the last time...WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! AND YOU BETTER NOT IGNORE ME THIS TIME OR I SWEAR TO KAMI I'LL FIND SOME WAY TO HURT YOU!"
A giggle escaped the girl's lips and her brow cocked in amusement as she stared at Bulma. She removed her hand from Vejita's and placed it in her lap. Bulma calmed down a little but shot a menacing stare at the girl and then turned it on her husband. The girl seemed unfazed by it.
"Woh ve aqi?" she asked him, completely ignoring Bulma. Vejita snorted and cast a death glare at his wife.
"Mo laja," he replied. The girl's eye brows raised in surprise and her mouth dropped open.
"Nike?" Vejita only nodded.
Standing on the side lines, Usagi and Goten stood next to each other in silence, both as confused as the rest. Usagi scratched her head in puzzlement. Tugging on Goten's hand, he leaned down for her to whisper in his ear.
"Why are they talking about shoes?" she questioned. Goten frowned.
"I don't know," he whispered back, "maybe she needs some new ones." Usagi seemed to accept this answer as logical and from the look on Goten's face, he did too. Trunks rolled his eyes. He'd heard the whole thing and now wondered at his friend's intelligence. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Serenity put a hand on his arm, her body shaking in an effort to control laughter at the same time trying to tell him to leave it alone.
Bulma took a step forward, her hand balled into a fist as she got ready to pelt her husband. Vejita noticed this and motioned for the girl to stand up. When they both were up, he calmly placed a restraining hand on Bulma while addressing the girl.
"Fwande treraqi," he ordered. Surprisingly the girl made a graceful bow while facing the assembled group of warriors, all stopping their small talk. Even Bulma halted her assault on Vejita to look at the girl. The girl gave them a charming grin and spoke.
"Mo sone ve Midnight." Vejita sighed as the lost looks appeared on their faces.
"Say it so they understand," he growled.
"Watashi wa Midnight," she repeated in flawless
Japanese. Bulma fainted and Moon stepped forward, gaping in shock.
"All this time you knew how to speak Japanese?" she uttered. Midnight nodded.
"Hai, I just didn't want to." Moon's face turned red and Midnight's body tensed, ready if the woman should attack. Just as quickly, Moon's lips pouted and her brows furrowed.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place? Well since I'm here I might as well introduce myself. Watashi wa Moon!" Midnight blinked as Moon was pulled back by a stern faced Piccolo.
"Baka," he reprimanded, "You just met her and you're trying to make friends? She
tried to kill you idiot and you still don't know who she is!" Moon shrugged.
"So?" Piccolo frowned.
"So nothing! Why are you so forward with her and it took us weeks to get you to be this nice to us?" Moon beamed and flashed him a peace sign.
"She's the first girl that's tried to beat my ass since I've been here. In my book that makes her cool!" Piccolo
sweat dropped and hung his head in shame. Half dragging and half carrying, he moved her away from the rest of the crowd while at the same time talking.
"I think you need to distance yourself from the others until that sugar cookie wears off," he mumbled.
Seeing that Moon was temporarily out of it, Serenity stepped forward to take her place, Trunks behind her in case anything happened. She offered a genuine smile and bowed, her crescent moon glowing slightly. The girl took a step back, uncertain of the new person. Why was her forehead glowing?
"Watakushi wa, Serenity, pleased to make your
acquaintance. If you don't mind me asking Midnight, why are you here?" Midnight's eyes darted around the small group of assembled people and her black gaze rested on Usagi.
"I escaped from a ship," she said softly, her eyes lowering as she spoke. Her cheeks burned as emotion flooded through her. Hate, fear, loathing, guilt, joy, exhilaration. All surfacing as she thought about Draev and his ship.
"Would you mind telling us about the ship and how you escaped from it?" continued Serenity, her warm silver eyes offering comfort. Somehow Midnight got the feeling she was safe when ever she looked in those eyes. She licked her lips.
"The ship I escaped from was owned by a man named Draev, a tyrant. We were on our way here to...collect something, a person. He was going to send me to do it, but I didn't want to. I made plans to escape two weeks ago and I crashed today."
"Miss, if you don't mind me asking, who were you sent to retrieve?" Midnight took another step back as she raised her arm. With slow deliberation, she swung it around until it rested on one person.
"Her," she whispered and passed out, Gohan darting forward to catch her. The wound on her forehead had opened during the struggle with Moon and now the blood she had lost took a toll on her already exhausted body. Everyone's attention turned to the person Midnight pointed out, her blue eyes wide open in horror as she shook in fear.
"M...m.....Me?" choked out Usagi and deftly fainted into Goten's arms.
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Is it just me or has any else noticed people tend to pass out a lot in my fics?
Sorry this chapter is so short guys, I know I promised it would be longer. It's just that, I thought it would be better to end it here! *cheez*
Well stayed tuned for the next chap.. We'll find out what's happening in Midnight's world.
Translations:
(Japanese)
Piman - green pepper
Miru sore, chi - look here, blood
Yatta - yay!
Nande - what!
Tousan - father
Masaka - it can't be
Daijobu ka - R u alright?
(Saiyajin)™
Roko - brother
Roka - sister
Woh mai tre - who are you?
Ki - I
Kipre trer - I'm your
Yung mi - forgive me
Ki Yung tre - I forgive you
Woh ve aqi - Who is she?
Mo laja - my mate
Nike - Really?
Fwande Treraqi - Introduce yourself
Mo sone ve - my name is...
*To find out what Midnight said to Moon, you'll have to wait till next chapter! ^_~ The really smart ones might get it though from the little translations I got here.
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Finally part 1 of the series is done!
*receives blank stares*
Oh ya...forgot to tell you. The first nine chapters were part 1..."Who are you?" It's just an intro to all the characters. The next couple of chapters will get to the serious stuff, what the fic's really about. Alot of unexpected surprises.