A warning to Mamoru-haters, you may not like this chapter because of the way
I depicted Mamoru. I'm sorry! But can't satisfy everyone!
I'm still without my beta reader!!! ::sniffles::
Unmei (Destiny) - Chapter Twelve
by Angel Eternal
email: angel_eternal_01@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/angel_eternal_01/index.html
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is copyrighted to Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha
TOEI Animation 1992. English Language Adaptation to DiC
Entertainment 1995
Dragon Ball Z is copyrighted to Akira Toriyama
None of these characters belong to me.
"Mamoru!"
The Inner senshi ran to surround Mamoru, but he could not see the one face that
he was searching for.
He turned to Rei, "Where is she?"
Rei took a deep breath, wishing that he had asked anyone but her. "It's a long story
Mamoru-san."
Mamoru continued to stare at her, and she sighed, "She went into the Room of Time
and Space in order to train."
"Train?" Mamoru was beyond confused.
Minako took him by the elbow, and explained all that had happened since the two
dimensions had joined together.
Mamoru nodded slowly, "So - she's in there...alone?"
"Iie."
The senshi turned, to find Gohan standing behind them.
Gohan had been studying this 'Mamoru'. Instinctively he knew that this was the man
that Usagi was destined to be with. "She's in there with Trunks."
"Trunks?"
Minako hurried to explain. "He's her sensei."
Mamoru frowned, his head was still light, and none of what they were telling him was
sinking in.
Bulma noticed the disoriented look in his eyes, and strode swiftly to his side. "Come on
Mamoru - you need to sit down - maybe eat something?"
Bulma noticed that this young man was extremely handsome - ebony hair falling into
eyes of a stunning sapphire hue. He was tall, broad-shouldered and possessed the
physique of an athlete. She could see that he and Usagi would make a stunning couple.
"Arigato." he murmured, unsure what to think.
He allowed Bulma to lead him to a seat, Bulma settled him down, still concerned for his
health.
Gohan studied him, unsure how he was to act towards him. Sighing, he decided to sit
next to him.
"I'm Son Gohan."
Mamoru looked up, and offered a small smile. "Chiba Mamoru."
Gohan saw the look of defeat in his eyes. Gohan had been determined to hate this man.
But how would he feel if Usagi left him? He'd be devastated and to find her again, and
find out that she was in the Room with some guy for a year? Gohan would probably
tear the hinges off the door, drag her out and beat the guy to a bloody pulp. Gohan
studied Mamoru, and saw the dangerous glint in his eyes, and empathised with the man
he had set out to hate.
Mamoru stared at the door, feeling murderous, but not wanting to show it. He could
see that the S senshi were worried that he would commit mass murder any second now.
He couldn't make them worry - things were hard enough as it was...
Mamoru glanced at Gohan - there was something about him. He couldn't help but feel
curious about the life Usagi had led away from him, of the people in that life that he
had nothing to do with.
Gohan grinned at him, attempting to start a conversation. "You fight with the Sailor senshi?"
"You can say that."
"Man - how do you deal with the skirts???"
Mamoru laughed, "It's not hard let me tell you! But I just kept my eyes on Usagi -
it helped a lot."
Gohan shook his head, "Even if I just looked at Usagi, it wouldn't help! I mean
every time the wind blows a certain way..."
Mamoru laughed, and Gohan laughed with him.
* * *
"A whole year with her huh? What's so wrong with that?"
Piccolo snorted in disgust - of course Goku wouldn't understand!
"What?!" Goku shrugged, still not seeing what the problem was.
* * *
She glowed.
Trunks watched her in awe. Usagi had transformed into Princess Serenity, her white gown
flowed about her, her golden hair and formed itself into her trademark odangos.
She radiated with power.
Slowly she drifted down, as she did so her clothes changed. Trunks stepped up to catch
her as she was unsteady on her feet. "Daijaibu da?"
Weakly, Usagi nodded.
"Any luck?"
Usagi shook her head, "Iie - I couldn't reach my okaa-san. I'd have to wait until I get out
of here."
Trunks nodded, and effortlessly carried her to the bed. "You rest."
Usagi protested, but Trunks waved that aside. "You rest - tomorrow we train some more."
Trunks left her to rest, he walked out again to resume his training. He wanted to be of use
to Usagi who he thought of as his little sister - he never really had one, something he envied
Chibi Trunks for - he envied Chibi Trunks for a lot of things.
Trunks fell into the rhythm of punches and kicks, it was almost soothing - beating up an
imaginary opponent, but his mind was not focused on it.
He had watched Usagi develop new attacks, incorporating the power of the moon.
With the moon's presence in this amalgamation of worlds, Usagi's attacks had gained
in strength, and the new ones that she developed were devastating.
Her technique was a combination of Vegeta's ruthless drive and her own flair for style.
Those couple of days spent with his otou-san had impacted greatly on her and it showed.
She now favoured, hard and fast hits - punches that rained on him without mercy, coupled
with powerful kicks executed at the perfect moment to send him flying across the room. Her
ki blasts were often fast and powerful, and her favourite attack was undoubtedly Vegeta's
Kakusanyudokodan.
She had effectively mastered all of the Z Senshi's attacks - all of this made her a formidable
opponent, and Trunks was extremely happy that she was on their side, and honoured to
have claimed the title of her Sensei.
Usagi watched him moving through the space, it still unnerved her this vast nothingness.
She watched as Trunks created around him an environment of fire and rocks. She
watched as he moved, smoothly through all the chaos.
She knew that he thought that she was beyond him now in her power, but he didn't
realise that she still had so much to learn from him.
When he made a move to turn around, Usagi sprinted for the bed, knowing that he
would be angry to find her walking around, instead of 'resting'. He continuously
stressed the importance of rest, but never practised what he preached.
* * *
"It's opening!"
Excited, the S senshi crowded around the door, eager to see Usagi. Mamoru
stepped back, unsure how she would receive him. He and Gohan had spent
the day together, talking and getting to know each other.
Trunks walked out first, painfully aware that the girls' eyes were focused on him
and his ripped shirt. He suddenly wished that he had taken Usagi's advice and
changed before charging out.
Usagi followed him, and was swamped her the S senshi - through the haze of
faces and cacophony of voices, she saw him.
Mamoru watched her, she was silhouetted by the blinding light that poured out
of the door, it framed her slender figure, and made the moment seem more
surreal.
He stared at her, not really sure whether to believe what his eyes were telling
him. He wanted to believe that she was but a few steps before him, that all he
had to do was span a metre, not time and space.
Gohan had steeled himself not to look at Usagi at this moment; he knew that
bathed in light, she would be heart-breakingly beautiful. He couldn't look at
her. His eye fell on Mamoru, and the pained expression on the man's face.
"Mamo-chan..." his name fell from her lips, a benediction, a wish, a prayer.
She ran into his arms.
As soon as his arms closed around her, she felt safe. This was what she had
always known, this she would always have. As she embraced him, her eyes
opened and her gaze fell on Gohan. His expression of sorrow was imbedded
in her mind's eye.
* * *
Piccolo grabbed Makoto's wrist - she winced in pain.
"Hey!"
Without looking back, Piccolo dragged Makoto into the Room, the door
closing in on them swiftly.
"Bakayaro!" Makoto hissed; she glared at him.
Piccolo glanced at her, "What are you complaining about now?"
"You just dragged me away! I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to
my friends - to Usagi!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "You'll only be gone for a day baka!"
"For them!" she fumed, "I'll be in here for an entire year with you!"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed, "You can go out whenever you want!"
"Fine!"
Makoto turned to leave, then remembered Usagi. She sighed, "I can't."
"Why not?" Piccolo glared at her back, wishing she would just go.
"Usagi will kill me."
Piccolo snorted, understanding. "Just stay out of my way baka - I've got
important training to get to."
Makoto spun around, "Hey! You have to train me too!"
Piccolo groaned, he had forgotten that part.
Makoto stopped, and gazed around the Room. Usagi and Trunks had
left in a state less then clean. Her green eyes widened, and in a flurry of
motion, she dashed around, frantically cleaning.
Piccolo hurriedly stepped out of the way, eyes wide as Makoto whirled
around the Room. The girl moved fast - that at least he could give her.
He shot up into the air, soon realising that it was the only safe place to be.
* * *
"Where's Mako-chan?"
Rei glanced at the closed door, and nodded towards it.
Usagi glanced at it, the burst out laughing. Krillin came up behind her.
"Are they in already?"
Usagi managed to nod.
Krillin grinned at her. "Think they'll survive?"
Usagi thought for a moment, and then burst out laughing again.
* * *
"Umm...Piccolo-san? What are you doing up there?"
Piccolo stared down at Makoto. He was now unsure if the thing was safe to
be around.
Makoto stared up at him, confused to see him crammed into a corner of
the ceiling. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for him to answer her
and come down.
Piccolo shook his head, he had to get a grip on himself! He had faced
multitudes of horrors, and survived them - he can survive a girl.
Slowly he drifted down. "Okay, let's see what you got."
Makoto nodded, and swiftly transformed.
Jupiter swiftly summoned the power of Jupiter, and launched her
Supreme Thunder at Piccolo.
Piccolo's eyes widened as he watched lightening fly out of the attenae
on her forehead, he flattened himself on the ground, at the last minute,
narrowly avoiding the blast.
He glared up at her, and Mako smiled at him innocently - it was going
to be one hell of a year.