Crossover To My World Chp

Crossover To My World
Chp.10
Rating: PG13
By: Girlshorty7~Midnight of Shadows

Disclaimer: Shorty walks up thousands of stairs of a huge temple, huffing and puffing when she reaches the top. She smiles in joy as she races into the huge doors and throws her self in a humble bow before a giant alter.

Shorty: I, Midnight of Shadows, have traveled far and wide to speak to you.

Voice: YOU DARE TO ADDRESS THE GREAT AKIRA TORIYAMA?!

Shorty: I have come to ask for the copyrights to Dragonball Z, GT, and all that goes with it.

Silence.

Akira: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YOU DARE TO ASK ME THAT!!! ARE YOU CRAZY!!! BE GONE BEFORE I BLAST YOU INTO THE NEXT DIMENSION!!!!

Fireballs shoot from the alter.

Shorty: AAAHHHHH!!!

Smoke is all that's left as she flees. Shorty is seen again at another temple climbing thousands of steps, heaving for breath as she reaches the top. She approaches the alter and pulls a rope to ring a bell before bowing humbly.

Shorty: I, Midnight of Shadows, have traversed dangerous paths and fled from psychotic temples to speak to you.

Voice2: YOU WISH TO ASK THE GREAT NAOKO TAKUECHI A QUESTION??!! BE QUICK ABOUT IT!!

Shorty: I have come to ask for the copy rights to Sailor Moon and any things that go with it.

Naoko: You're kidding right?

Shorty: O_O What makes you think that?

Silence.

Naoko: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND???!! DID YOU GET HIT WITH ONE TOO MANY MOON SCEPTERS!!??!!? NO WAY!!! SCRAM OR I'LL SIC LUNA ON YOU!!!

Shorty: AAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Shorty flees once again, this time a black cat right on her tail! Her quest ends in failure...but not for long. heheheh.

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Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. It's like every time I sit down to write something distracts me.
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"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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~*Chapter X*~





Gohan watched the girl sleep in silence, her tiny form curled into a ball while her black tail curled and uncurled lazily. Impulsively he felt his own lower back and traced his finger over the scar there. Vejita and his whole family had been affected with the girl's arrival. He could understand how, with her being family and all, but the thing that troubled him the most was why his brother Goten had been affected also. The incident was completely different in his eyes. Usagi had been the cause, he was thoroughly convinced. Now his suspicions came to light with the information provided by this Midnight character. Until she woke up, they would have no further analogies to go by. For now he sat in the small room and waited for the three women to wake up.

After Usagi and Midnight passed out, Vejita suggested they come back here and try to comprehend the matter; so he grabbed his wife, told Gohan to grab Midnight, while Goten carried Usagi and took off. They cared for the wounds Midnight had endured from her ship crash and struggle with Moon, and one by one left. Gohan had been assigned watch duty since they needed to *figure things out*, or so they said. He knew they didn't want to get stuck with watching the girls and being bored out their minds.

Serenity had stopped by half an hour ago and brought him some refreshments. She offered to take his place, but for some reason, Gohan refused. He wanted to be here when they woke up, he wanted to know things first. He couldn't help it, he was a scholar, and scholars had to know things. He wanted to know the mystery behind Midnight, the secrets she held and the things she held back from them. He wanted to know how she escaped the death so many of her own kind had befallen. He wanted to know how Vejita knew her, and why Bulma passed out when the girl introduced herself. So many questions and many he knew the answers would never be found. He only hoped that Midnight was on their side. Another enemy meant more battles and more danger to add to his already screwed up life.

'Whoa Gohan....don't go down that road again. We're getting over it right?' Wrong. He couldn't help but feel the anguish of his divorce lash out at him. He missed his wife, but even more than that...he missed Pan; the daughter denied to him by blood. That opened the wound in his heart even more and his eyes glistened with tears. His joy, his sunshine....Pan. Now he could no longer be her father, could never read her another bedtime story or play hide and go seek with her. He couldn't be her father period...and yet, he wanted to be. No matter whose child Pan was, she would always be his in his heart.

Gohan was, gratefully, pulled from his thoughts as Midnight began to stir. He watched in curiosity as she twitched in her sleep, her tail lashing dangerously. She was having a nightmare. He knew, the distress all too obvious in the way she moved. Her hands were clenched into taut fists and her body curled into a constricted ball. She looked like she was trying to hide from something, or perhaps, someone. A whimper escaped her lips and her face scrunched in pain, brows furrowed while her teeth bit her lower lip and was rewarded with blood.

Suddenly she began thrashing wildly, her limbs striking out in all directions. Her mouth opened but no words came out, her voice lost, and she closed it yet again. Her tail whipped against the futon harshly, the beating noise echoing in the almost bare room. Abruptly she bolted up, her chest heaving as her mouth hung open; a silent scream, one so full of agony she couldn't voice it. In a flash Gohan was by her side. He kneeled next to her, worry shining in his onyx eyes.

"Daijobu ka?" it was a simple question, one that required a simple answer. Her reply was not what he expected.

She gazed at him bewildered, ominous black eyes swirling with confusion and before he knew it, she punched him. Hurriedly she scooted away up against the far wall, her small form quivering in terror. Gohan stayed where he was, too shocked to move, too hurt to understand, a hand nursing his sore cheek.

For a moment her eyes betrayed her, hatred gleaming in its purest form and disgust shining brightly. He understood now. She wasn't seeing him, she was lost in a vision. Apparently the nightmare still had a hold on her. Hesitantly he stood up and walked towards her, his steps taking him closer inch by inch. He had to be cautious.

"Midnight? O genki desu ka? Midnight, do you hear me? You're at Vejita's place...you're in no danger. Midnight?" it was all he could do, call to her and try to bring her back to reality. She blinked a few times, trying to dispel the images in her mind, and when she looked at him again, her eyes held disbelief and guilt.

"Gomen nasai," she apologized, her weak voice soft and full of sorrow. She gripped the offending hand tightly with the other, looking as if she meant to punish it. Gohan smiled in sincerity.

"It's okay. You had a nightmare...you didn't know," Slowly her shoulders relaxed and she let out a small sigh. Gathering the small amount of pride she had left, she stood up and made a humble bow.

"Iie, sumimasen, I was wrong to strike you," Gohan could see her conscience wouldn't be eased until he accepted.

"I accept your apology miss," he said finally, and noted the way she sagged in relief. Wearily she sank back to the floor and sat Indian style, her head in her hands. Her fingers rubbed across the white bandage wrapped around her head, the wound being stitched up and bound.

"Daijobu ka?" he asked once again, truly concerned. She nodded slowly.

"Daijobu, just give me a minute to collect my bearings." In silence he waited, listening to her slow breaths as she calmed her racing heart. Whatever she had dreamed about, it scared the life out of her. Seconds later she looked up at him, all trace of emotion gone from her eyes. Gohan knew he'd seen another side of her earlier, one she was loathe to show anyone else. She riffled a hand through her short hair, the short style giving her a pixie like appearance; it didn't even cover her ears. He wondered why it was so short, most saiyajin, if indeed she was of that species, had long unruly hair. His younger years were full testament to that.

"Where are the others?" she asked finally, her question breaking the uncomfortable silence. Gohan gestured with his hand to the table he'd been at moments before, the chair overturned in his haste to get to her. She got up from the floor and took residence in the seat across the table, waiting patiently while he picked his up and sat. He rested his arms on the cold round metal table.

"They're down the hall waiting for you and the other two to came around," he answered. She folded her small hands in her lap and gazed at them, refusing to meet his inquiring stare. She appeared for all the world to be shy, but by the way she sat, straight and regal, he knew she wasn't.

"How did the other two pass out?" She still didn't look at him when she asked. Gohan craned his head sideways to get a glimpse of her face, only to straighten it when she turned hers to look at the other two women. Usagi lay sprawled on the futon a few feet away, Bulma curled into a fetal ball next to her.

"Bulma, the one with lavender hair, fainted when you introduced yourself, and Usagi, the blond girl, blacked out when you said you were coming to get her," He studied her face carefully, searching for any signs of acknowledgement to what he'd said. Her brow twitched and her lips pressed together, her brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. Her once steady hands began to shake slightly, her eyes becoming misty.

"Are you sure you're alright?" the question causing her to stare at him in surprise. She'd been on the verge of crying again. She nodded and her eyes became dry once again, all traces of her emotion gone.

"I'm just exhausted from my journey that's all," Now the questions that had igged Gohan earlier once more came to the front of his mind.

"Midnight, if you don't mind me asking, how do you know Vejita?" Midnight's brow arched in cynicism.

"For someone who knows my name so well, you sure are rude to not offer me yours," Gohan flushed, embarrassed at having been so informal.

"Gomen nasai. Watashi wa Son Gohan," she accepted this with a nod of her head.

"In reply to your earlier question, Vejita is my, how do you say, Oniisan," Gohan was taken aback. Vejita was her brother?! But they looked so different! Vejita was light compared to her dark. They looked complete opposites, hardly the type to be family. A smirk of amusement crossed her lips, one he recognized all too well. Maybe Vejita was related to her after all.

"I know," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "You wonder how. We have the same father, different mothers. In truth Gohan, I'm a half-breed...same as you." Gohan's jaw dropped.

"Ho...how did, how did you know that?!" Midnight's tail curled upwards to tap the side of her head.

"I'm saiyajin, I know these things, they're common knowledge and instinct. Besides, I can smell it on you. You're scent is different from a full blooded. I knew the moment you set foot on the sand what you were. The other one, the older one that resembles yourself, he is your sire ne?"

"Hai, Gokou is my otousan and my okasan is Chichi...a human," She smirked again and rested her elbows on the table.

"And the other half blood, the one that crashed with the girl, he's your brother ne?"

"Hai, his name's Goten," Midnight sat back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest.

"The other two half-breeds, they are Vejita's? Vejita's and that Bulma woman's offspring?"

"Trunks and Bra. Both Vejita's kids," a small smile crossed her lips.

"It seems I have nieces and nephews. And here Vejita said he'd never have brats," she chuckled to herself as she was lost in memory. More questions bothered him still, and he knew they wouldn't rest until he asked her.

"Midnight," she jerked her head to look at him, brought out of her reverie, "How did you make their tails grow back?" Her brows drew down in confusion.

"What are you talking about? Don't you all have tails?" Gohan shook his head and stood up, turning partway so she could see his back.

He heard her gasp in shock and he almost jumped in surprise when her hands grabbed the waistband of his gi, tugging on the sash. His cheeks red, he craned his head around to ask what she was trying to do, his own hands holding up his pants. Midnight moved her hands, but still remained leaning across the table.

"I want to see the scar," she said finally, "I've never seen a tail less saiyajin." As odd as the request was, Gohan decided to consent and slowly pulled down his waistband until the scar was exposed. He never flinched as she traced a finger around it, her hands soft and warm...he knew he'd get that kind of reaction from her. He heard her whisper in wonder as she pressed on it and felt the tail bone underneath the skin. Little did she know how it affected him. Gohan stepped away and pulled his waistband back up, his knees slightly shaky. Midnight took the obvious hint and sat back in her chair, waiting until he sat back down.

"So what did you mean when you said *their*? Who else doesn't have a tail?" Gohan rested his hands on the table.

"Well all of us lost our tails, including my father. Vejita, Trunks, Goten, Bra....none of us had tails.....until today." Midnight's ears peaked with interest and Gohan noticed for the first time, that they were slightly pointed, like an elf's.

"Today when your ship crashed, we saw. Trunks and Bra were watching the ship careen through the atmosphere and they suddenly keeled over in pain. Next thing you know...they spring tails....just like that! A little before that, Goten and Usagi were on a hillside sparring. My mother heard a yell and went to see what was wrong. When they came back down, he had a tail. Vejita was in shock when he saw you and when you hugged him, his grew back. Now the incident with my brother, I think it's completely different. For one, it happened long before you appeared, and for two, Goten said something strange happened with Usagi."

He paused to let all the info sink in. Her eyes were practically swirling, the gears in her mind turning. She was hanging on to his every word, and analyzing it. Something inside Gohan told him she was highly intelligent, maybe even as smart as him.

"Go on," she urged. Gohan thought back to Goten's explanation of the fight on the hill.

"Well, from what Goten says, Usagi was the cause. While they were sparring, she pinned him and he said she did something to him where he couldn't move at all. Then her eyes began to glow, a golden color. She put her hands on his chest, spoke his name, and that's when the pain hit him," Midnight frowned in deep concentration and slouched in her chair.

"Yabai," Gohan's sensitive ears picked up the whispered curse. Bad? How was this bad? Did she know something?

"What do you mean by that?" Midnight looked at him surprised he'd heard her, and then remembered he was part saiyajin. She shook her head sadly.

"Usagi." Gohan was still confused about her answer. True Usagi pulling a thing such as that was bad, but how did she relate to all this? What was Midnight with holding from him? He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes slightly, not trying to be intimidating, only appearing to be serious.

"Tell me what you mean." he stated, not an outright order, but the hint was taken nonetheless by her. She sat up in her chair and crossed her legs, seeming for all the world to be telling a story to a small child.

"Usagi is bad," she said simply and left it at that. Gohan glared. He was no child.

"Explain," Midnight's lips twitched in a smile and fell just as soon.

"I see I can get nowhere playing games with you," his silence was the only answer for her. Midnight took a deep breath and sat back in her chair, "Therefore I refuse to disclose any information concerning the matter." She didn't miss the look of shock that crossed his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief.

"Ex...excuse me?" he stuttered, his voice almost squeaking like a pubescent boy. Midnight's expression remained blank, her black eyes betraying nothing of her emotion.

"I don't know you Son Gohan, I have no experience in dealing with you, I don't know where you stand in my brother's eyes. True you may be ally, the proof being in your taking watch over his mate and the girl. But all the same, you can be enemy, one hiding amongst us only to betray in the end. I've had many experiences with people like that, none of them pleasant and all ending in bloodshed. I know nothing about you, your past, your life, not even your experience in battle, for it is obvious you've had some. I know better than to say important things in front of strangers; I've been trained all my life in matters such as that so therefore I will wait until my brother summons me, and then and only then will I say anything. Forgive me if I offend you with my lack of cooperation, but think on it as if you were in my situation and I was in yours. Would you trust me? Would you give away information that could be the deciding factor in life or death? I highly doubt that. You do not look dumb to me Son Gohan, far from it."

To him, she had transformed from an emotional wreck to a forbearing woman, one who was in charge, and completely dangerous. All Gohan had witnessed before seemed nonexistent as he faced her now. Her cold eyes, her stolid face, her regal bearing, all a mystery to him. But he also saw the logic in her reasoning. True he would be hesitant to give away information that could mean life or death for another. He sighed heavily and once again sank in his chair, his tense muscles relaxing, though still alert.

"I'll accept your answer for now, it's logical in all aspects. We will wait until the other two awaken or Vejita shows up," Midnight briefly nodded her head in approval and turned it away from him to stare at the sleeping Usagi. Contemplation over laced her features. She was thinking about something, that much he was sure of, but what he didn't know and longed to find out.

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Trunks made his way into the kitchen and spotted Serenity, a cup of tea, untouched, cradled in her small hands. She stared at the table in earnest, her mind elsewhere. He knew what she was thinking about, the same thing they all were. It affected her more than others, Usagi being more of a sister than a friend. The news that others were after the soft hearted blond hit her hard and she knew not how to handle it. A sigh escaped her lips and her form sagged in despair. Trunks couldn't stand to see the normally collected princess in such a state. It just didn't fit her.

"Serenity," he called, stopping in front of the table. She started and looked up, embarrassed at having been caught deep in thought.

"Trunks-san, forgive me, I did not hear you approach," Trunks nodded in acceptance. So formal she was, the royalty in her shining always. He felt so unrefined around her, felt as if he should be half as eloquent as she. He offered a small smile in return to her own.

"It's alright, you can't always be aware of those around you," she nodded, distantly, as her mind recalled her previous thoughts. Trunks gripped the basketball under his arm firmly, suddenly remembering the reason he came.

"Listen, I know you're not busy and I knew you'd be in here worrying about Usagi, I am too. Goten suggested I go play a game to ease my mind for awhile, and I thought you'd like to join me," her silver eyes gazed up to meet his and her mouth parted slightly, ready to refuse.

"Onegai?" he pleaded, pouting. Her expression faltered and the rebuke melted on her lips.

"Hai, I guess so. I do need to take a break. If you'll give me a moment, I'll dispose of this tea and join you out back?" it was permission to be alone for awhile, one Trunks wouldn't begrudge her.

"Sure, I'll be at the court," He turned on his heel then and went out back, weaving through the maze of hallways to the back door and then through it onto the court. He bounced the ball for awhile, taking a few shots here and there to warm up. It was awkward playing with a new appendage and all, his tail providing a balance he lacked before. He let it hang free, dearth of the discipline and control he needed to keep it under way, not to mention muscle. It was a couple of minutes later when Serenity turned up, peeking from behind the door as he finished making a dunk. In a fit of cockiness, Trunks bid her come with his tail and she did, stopping beside the pole of the hoop with raised eyebrows. Trunks didn't have time to marvel at his control over the wild tail for it fell once more and swung to it's own rhythm.

"What game did you have in mind Trunks?" Trunks gripped the basketball in between his hands and grinned.

"Basketball. I hope you know how to play," Serenity bit her lip in uncertainty.

"Well...I'm not all that accustomed to it, being joined with Usagi and Moon and experiencing much of what they did. Usagi was pretty good at this game so I think I might have acquired some of her skills," Trunks sighed and held up a hand for her to stop. Didn't she ever speak normal?

"First of all, quit with all the proper Japanese. It's just you and me here, nobody else. Besides, how can you loosen up if you act so urbane all the time?" Serenity smiled, a shy gesture, and clasped her hands in front of her.

"I...I'll try," she promised and Trunks bounced the ball to her. Serenity yelped in surprise but caught it. Trunks was quick to note her fast reflexes. Oh ya...she'd be good at this.

"The game's mono e mono, one on one. First to twenty wins, one point for basket, no fouls. All shots possible, no boundaries. We play full court. One rule: you have to back court. Did you get all that or do I need to reiterate?" Serenity seemed a little dazed but nodded anyways.

"Good, you get offense first, the other baskets yours, this one's mine, check," Serenity stood there for a moment and finally stirred to go to half court. She bounced the ball a few times and finally passed it to him. Trunks bounced it back and she took off. He was so shocked he barely caught up to her and before he knew it...

*swish*

"One zip," Trunks eyed her, puzzled, as she headed back down court, a coy smile on her face. His confusion was gone a moment later to be replaced with other emotions, anticipation, excitement. He smirked at her as he joined her at half court and crouched into position, his tail swinging to and fro. This was going to be a good game, and from the look on Serenity's face, she thought the same.

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*swish*

"Nineteen up, last point wins," Serenity was fairly beaming with happiness, her silver hair disarrayed from running and her blue t shirt no longer tucked in. The whole game they'd been speaking like average teenagers, loose of tongue and even sometimes taunting one another. Serenity was surprisingly more fun when she relaxed and let herself be immersed in the game, forgetting the worries of the world and focusing on this sole thing.

They quickly took up positions at half court and she checked the ball. As soon as Trunks returned it, she was off. Trunks still hadn't gotten used to her speedy approach and she usually scored more baskets that way.

Quickly he darted in front of her and blocked further movements. He eyed the ball and not her serious expression as she bounced it between her legs. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, he was fairly hypnotized. She faked, he fell for it, she ran. Trunks wheeled around and caught up to her. She was at the free throw line, preparing for the shot. A devilish grin crossed his lips...oh no she didn't. Forgetting court policy he grabbed her from behind and spun her away. Serenity cried out in protest, but it fell on deaf ears.

They stood there for awhile, Trunks holding her to him, their breaths coming in fast succession. Trunks was excited....more so than he should have been. The grin remained as he hung on to her, refusing to let her go. Serenity struggled and giggled.

"I should call a defensive foul on you," she teased. He laughed and hugged her closer to him.

"There aren't any...remember," Her reply was lost to him as he took in a deep breath, burrowing his face in her hair and inhaling her scent. She smelled so good. Unawares his tail looped and curled around her thigh. He didn't know what came over him, this feeling of need, of want. The blood rushed through his veins, his mind lost to instinct and shedding logic. All was forgotten to him but her, their surroundings, all. He planted a kiss atop her head and closed his eyes in bliss.

Serenity froze and the ball dropped from her hands, bouncing a few feet and coming to a halt in the grass. What was he doing? Why didn't he let her go?

"Trunks?" she called, fear making her voice waver. Her answer was a muffled one. She felt the tender kisses on her hair, his lips making their way down, the caress of something warm on her thigh. She began to tremble slightly, confused on what to do.

Trunks was oblivious to her calls, his lips planting delicate kisses in her hair. He made his way lower slowly, drawing towards her neck. He kissed it lightly, lingering to enjoy the taste of her, the sweet aroma of her, the feel of her in his arms.

He reached his head down to taste her again but stopped suddenly as a whimper escaped her throat. Trunks froze as awareness came crashing back down around him. He let go of her and stepped back, shock of what he'd almost done written upon his face. Serenity turned to face him, still trembling, with tears threatening to spill from her silver eyes.

"Go...gomen nasai," he choked out, deeply embarrassed from the encounter. The offending tail wrapped around his waist tightly in an almost crushing embrace. Serenity took a few shaky breaths to calm her racing heart, stop the adrenaline rush from moments before. She nodded in acceptance and they stood there in awkward silence, neither sure of what to do.

"Hey yall what's up?" the sudden shout caused them to jump. Trunks was the first to spot Goten at the back door. He glanced to Serenity nervously.

"No..nothing Goten. Just playing a little basketball," Goten looked between them, the situation looking odd to him.

"How do you play standing still, and with no ball?" Serenity blushed, realizing they were indeed without the main object of the game.

"Goten-san, it seems you caught us at the end of our game," she collected her bearings and stood up straighter as she strode towards the dark haired saiyajin, "Come now, what is it you came to tell us?" Goten grinned, overjoyed at something.

"Usagi's awake! Oh ya...so is Bulma and Midnight. My father thought you should be there to hear what's been going on and Midnight's reasons for being here. Moon and Piccolo are already there, I was sent to get you and Trunks." Serenity beamed in joy and dashed into the house, all manners forgotten. Goten stared after her puzzled and finally shrugged it off as he followed her.

Trunks stood there in peace a moment, gaining control of his raging thoughts and emotions. His cheeks reddened as he recalled the encounter of seconds ago. What just happened? He was so confused, so lost. He didn't know what to do with himself, let alone act around her now.

"Hey Trunks, you coming?" Goten's question pulled him from his thoughts as the dark haired teen once again appeared in the doorway.

"Hai," he answered and followed Goten into the house.

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Vejita watched silently as the last of the group entered the infirmary where Midnight and the others were waiting. Serenity, Goten and Trunks were the last to enter, Serenity moving to stand next to him and Bulma, and then kneeling down next to the slightly dazed Usagi. Vejita's brow quirked as he took in the normally collected Princess's appearance. Her clothes were rumpled, her hair disarrayed and she was breathing in ragged breaths, while her pale skin was flushed. She seemed to have been doing strenuous activity moments before. He caught scent of her and his brow raised higher. She smelled like Trunks. Skeptically he looked between his son and the girl.

Trunks hung back from the rest of them, looking slightly guilty as if he'd done something wrong, His eyes were downcast as he took a seat on the floor, Goten joining him, and leaned against the closed door. Vejita shrugged off the notion. It was probably nothing. He instead turned his attention to his newly awakened mate. Bulma was silent for once, her mind turning the events of today over and over in her head.

Vejita nudged her elbow and she glanced at him startled, her blue eyes swirling with confusion.

"Make sure my brat's alright," he told her, motioning with his hand to Chichi holding the little two year old by the far wall standing next to Gokou. He expected some smart mouthed remark or a spiteful refusal, but she only nodded and complied. Vejita frowned, she was more affected by Midnight's arrival than he thought.

His gaze flickered over the other occupants of the room, all insisting on being there to hear the new arrival's explanations. Moon sat on the sill of the window, panes thrown wide open to let in the afternoon breeze, across the room. She was still dressed in her modestly indecent warrior garb, sword drawn and resting in her lap as she polished it with a rough cloth. Usually her mouth would be running, jibes or insults spewing forth to some helpless creature, but now she was stolid, opting to keep quiet until things were figured out. Seated beneath the sill was Piccolo, legs crossed and ever ready scowl present. Like her, he too was silent, opting to follow his protégé's example.

Vejita once more looked to his sister and Gohan sitting at the table in the corner of the room, a little ways away from Moon and the window. When he'd came in they were finishing a conversation, Gohan looking slightly irritated as if Midnight refused something he'd requested of her. Vejita knew what it was, information meant only for him to hear, and which he intended to get now.

"Midnight," he called, her head turning to look at him, black eyes intense, "I think it's time you explained yourself," he continued, "but before you do that, there's one thing I want to know?" Vejita stalked towards her, stopping in front of the bewildered Saiyajin and staring down at her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nani?"

"You heard me," Midnight stared up at him in confusion, brows furrowed and mouth open.

"What do you mean, what's wrong with me? Be specific," Vejita's tail uncurled from around his waist and gripped her chin, turning her face back and forth as if inspecting a horse. His tail dropped away when he was satisfied and he crossed his arms in front of him.

"Why are you so young? You should be close to my age, two years younger even, and yet you're even younger than Kakkarot's first brat, barely an adult. How old are you?" Midnight looked down ashamed and mumbled something barely audible.

"Look at me and answer," he ordered. Midnight looked up at him, eyes averted.

"I'm 20 years of age." Vejita stepped back.

"Why and how?"

Midnight was silent, her black eyes staring intently at the ground.

"It's complicated," she finally replied. Vejita hmphed.

"Then make it uncomplicated." Midnight knew she couldn't refuse her brother's demand. After all, he was the prince of all Saiyajins, no matter how many were left on the planet and if Midnight was anything, she was loyal. Minutes passed by as she pieced her story together in her mind, trying to think of a format to tell it in where the others could understand fully.

"Well, it started the day father sent you away. Shortly after that, about a week later, he regretted his decision and planned a rescue attempt. Father knew that he would probably lose his life in the rescue effort, so he ensured that I would be taken care of. The day before he launched the mission, he pulled me aside and told me what was going to happen. He then had a space pod readied for me to journey in. I was being sent to my mother's planet Lomin. There the Kalmeze would teach me all I needed to know and protect me until he was able to retrieve me again. Next thing I know, I'm in a space pod and launched into space. I was only five when he sent me away.

"I remember looking back through the pod window as it sped away, carrying me deeper into space. I was watching Vegeta-sei, getting a last glimpse. I saw as father launched the main attack ships and docked on Frieza's vessel. The room where Frieza was, I could see into it, even if it was a good fifty feet away. Frieza was standing in front of the huge window and grinning. Suddenly, father came into the room. They argued and then father charged Frieza. Frieza blasted father through the window. The other saiyajins in the room were sucked into space as Frieza floated out as if it were nothing. He was laughing madly as the main strike force ships powered up. His eyes, kami his eyes were so evil, so full of hatred. He created this huge pink and black ball of energy and threw it at Vegeta-sei. The planet didn't stand a chance. It exploded and demolished everyone on it. The ships outside the planet were blown up by Frieza.

"When the dust finally settled, there was nothing left. Frieza ordered his army to pack up and leave and they did, leaving me to float in space alone. What happened next, I can barely remember. I was staring at the spot where Vegeta-sei used to be and crying. Then I noticed something. A black hole had formed and was sucking everything around it inside of it. I panicked and tried to manually maneuver my pod away, but the course was preset and couldn't be changed. I could do nothing as my pod was dragged toward the black hole and sucked inside it. Then everything went black.

"When I came to, I saw a man, tall, red haired and blue eyed. He was the one who opened my pod and let me out. He told me his name was Draev and that he was my new master. I demanded to know how I got there. Later that day he told me he found my pod floating in space. Evidently, the black hole had finally caved in and released all it held. He said my pod had been inside the hole for many years, cryogenically frozen and preserving my five year old body. He said his sweepers rescued my pod and brought me on board.

"That was fifteen years ago."

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The world came into focus drearily as the little saiyajin opened her black eyes. The pod's cover had been opened and harsh white light filed into the little area. The little girl yawned and stretched cat like before springing from the cramped pod on her own two feet. Her eyes looked around bewildered, taking in the sights. She knew she was inside a ship, the evidence being in the various docking equipment and smaller vessels that remained parked in front of a huge bay door. The little saiyajin wrinkled her nose in disgust as the smell of old oil and grease reached her sensitive nostrils.

"Something not meet your approval little one?" The deep masculine voice startled her and she whipped around, her arms up in the fighting stance her father had taught her. Her eyes followed the path of a blue tipped white boot to the head way at the top, her having to crane her head back just to get a good look. The man smiled good-naturedly and squatted down so they were eye level.

"Hello there little one. Who are you?" The little girl puffed her chest out in pride as her black tail uncoiled from her waist. Of course she hadn't understood a word he'd said, but from the way his blue eyes stared at her, she could only guess that he wanted to know who she was.

"Mo sone ve Midnight Quimon don Vegeta-sei. Oujo Midnight qe Saiyajins ce tre kujo. Grebin bincho ve creen oy grebon ve ler kapitaun? Ve creen a resde bincho don Lomin?" The man chuckled and raised his eyebrows skeptically. Was she for real? This little girl had more pride than many a king he had met. Of course he understood her, the language spell he'd applied to himself translating every word she said. He muttered a few words under his breath and a white light jumped from his hand to the girl, absorbing into her body before she could jump away in fright. He smirked once his job had been completed.

"Ne, little oujo, I'm sorry to inform you that this is no rescue vehicle from Lomin. The planet was destroyed 10 years ago by Frieza-sama," the little girl's brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to piece this new information together with what she already knew.

"You lie!" she said at last, hesitant as the words coming from her mouth were not her own language but something else entirely. Her tail wrapped around her waist defensively, "Why would my father send me to a destroyed planet?" Her eyes watered suddenly as she remembered her father and the fate that had befallen him and her fellow people.

"Papa," she whispered sadly, the stranger forgotten. The man's gaze softened as he watched two tears roll down her cheeks. Tenderly he wiped them away and wrapped her in his arms, picking her up as he stood. Midnight reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck as his massive arm cradled her bottom like a chair. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried her grief out as he patted her back and whispered soothing words. After awhile she stopped and sniffled. She turned her head to look him in the eye. He smirked as he noticed she was getting drowsy, her eyelids beginning to droop.

"Well little oujo, it seems as if you'll be staying with me now," he whispered, "Tsuide ni, my name is Master Draev and that is what you'll refer to me as from now on. Come, let us find you a place to sleep." Midnight frowned.

"But I'm not tired," and she yawned. Draev's smirk grew larger as he left the shipping deck with his new charge.

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Translations:
Japanese)

Tsuide ni - By the way
Daijobu ka? - R u alright?
Sumimasen - very formal apology
Gomen nasai - I'm sorry
Onegai - please
Nani? - what?
Oujo - princess (their the same word in Saiyajin)


(Saiyajin)™
Mo sone ve Midnight Quimon don Vegeta-sei. Oujo Midnight qe Saiyajins ce tre kujo. Grebin bincho ve creen oy grebon ve ler kapitaun? Ve creen a resde bincho don Lomin? - My name is Midnight Quimon from Vegeta-sei. Princess Midnight to you foreigner. What vessel is this and where is the captain? Is this a rescue vessel from Lomn?
kujo - very offensive word for foreigner


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