A small note about the pairing: I know some of you are upset about where this seems to be
leading, but let me just say that the pairing is something that I've finally decieded on, and let's
just say that I think it will surprise you.
Thank you to all the people who say that even if Usa and Mamo get together they would
still read the fic, even if you are avid Mamo-haters!
Unmei - Chapter Thirteen
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.
~Warning Shot~
Concentrate, feel the energy move inwards, building...
"So does this mean that you don't want eggs???"
Growling, one of Piccolo's dark eyes snapped open. He glared at the girl, who wore an
apron and mittens, bowl tucked against her hip, fork in hand.
Very slowly and deliberately he growled, "Leave me alone!"
Makoto blew her bangs out of her eyes, and glared at the Namekjin. "All you had to
say was that you didn't want eggs!"
Piccolo sighed, exasperated, "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't eat!
I just drink water!"
Makoto tilted her head to the side, "How about flavoured water? I could put some
lemon or strawberry in that..."
Piccolo growled at her in response, and in a huff Makoto spun on her heel and stalked
away.
It had been three months now, and he still refused to do anything with her. Makoto was
bored out of her mind, still remembering that out there in the real world, she was needed
at her strongest. If Piccolo refused to train her, she would just work out herself.
Makoto soon settled into a routine, she would start out with basic punches and kicks,
working into full attacks at an invisible opponent. Once finished with what she liked to
call her 'mortal' training, she would transform into Sailor Jupiter, and practise assailing
an invisible opponent. Makoto still had no idea how she would fare against a real
opponent, and thus didn't know if all of this work was paying off or not.
Piccolo, unbeknownst to her, had been watching Makoto. He finally realised that Usagi
was right when she said that Makoto would probably take up the techniques, he just
wished that Usagi had picked anyone but him!
* * *
"Come on Usa! Why won't you spar with me? Let's see what you can do!"
Usagi smiled gently at Gohan, and shook her head, "Iie."
Gohan stared at her incredulously, "Nani? Dooshite? I want to see what you
can do! A year in there, you must've gotten stronger - developed new attacks -
come on!!!"
Usagi laughed, and stuck her tongue out at him. "Iie!"
Gohan leaned back, "A whole year in there - I bet you're almost as strong as
me..."
Usagi's eyes flashed with anger, then she smiled. "You think I'm that easily
manipulated? Come on Gohan, give me a little credit!"
Gohan sighed, and shook his head, "It was worth a shot."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Trunks. Realising that prying information
out of Usagi would be fruitless, he bounded off to bug Trunks.
Usagi watched him run off, feeling a pang in her heart. She felt warm arms
envelop her, recognising who it was, she leaned back into his embrace.
"Hey - so how was it?"
Usagi shrugged, not wanting to answer him.
Mamoru frowned; he had been telling himself that he trusted Usagi. But then
he wasn't sure if he knew Usagi anymore.
Usagi sighed, "Gomen Mamo-chan. I know you feel...left out." she turned to face
him, "But you have nothing to worry about."
Mamoru stared into her eyes, and wanted so badly to believe her.
* * *
"Ow!" Makoto glared up at him, rubbing the arm that he had hit.
Piccolo rolled his eyes, and waited for her to get up. He waited. He waited -
then he yelled at her - he never had patience anyway. "Would you get up your fat
ass?!"
Makoto jumped to her feet, fire blazing in her eyes, "I DO NOT HAVE A FAT
ASS!!!"
Piccolo smirked, "Whatever you say baka - but I really don't suggest you wearing
that tiny fuku of yours - really doesn't suit..."
Piccolo hit the ground, his jaw smarting. Makoto shook out her hand, trying not
to wince from the pain that radiated from her knuckles.
"What are you made out of anyway? Stone? Covered in moss?"
Piccolo stared up at her.
Makoto smiled sweetly at him.
Piccolo huffed, and leapt to his feet, muttering something about lucky shots.
Makoto continued to smile sweetly at him, "Well? You did say you were going
to train me?"
Piccolo muttered something under his breath again.
"What was that?"
Piccolo grinned at her, flashing his fangs, "I said it's a pity that I can't just throw
you into the wilderness like I did with Gohan."
Makoto's jaw dropped open, "You didn't? And how old was Gohan at this time?"
Piccolo shrugged, "I don't know - maybe four, five - human years elude me."
Makoto stared at him, "You're saying that you put a four year old baby in the woods,
all by himself?! How could you! He could've been eaten or something!"
Piccolo laughed, amused by her, "That was the point." then he grinned at her. "Besides,
Gohan wasn't an ordinary four year old."
Makoto shook her head, and crossed her arms, "Cruel bakayaro!"
Piccolo refused to answer the insult, instead he settled once more into a fighting
stance.
Makoto held up her hands. "I want to learn how to fly - like Usagi."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow, "Flying huh?"
Makoto nodded, feeling uneasy when she saw the glint that came into his eyes.
Piccolo grabbed her, arms around her waist. Before Makoto could process what
was happening they were up above the ground. She stared into his dark eyes. When
she was this close to him, she really couldn't see that he had green skin and antennas.
All she could see was his ebony eyes and feel his strong arm wrapped around her
waist.
"Just concentrate on your ki - your power..."
Makoto nodded tentatively - then realised doing that was a mistake when he dropped
her.
She screamed.
* * *
The Senshi sat back in awe as the Senshi of Ice and the Senshi of the Sea trained.
Sailor Mercury unleashed her Mercury Aqua Rhapsody at the same time as Sailor
Neptune launches her Deep Submerge; perfectly in sync with each other. The two attacks
whirled around each other, complimenting and enhancing each other. The combined attack
hit the target, decimating it and is immediate surroundings.
Usagi flashed Haruka a grin, who grudgingly admitted she was right.
Vegeta snorted, Usagi flashed him an irritated look.
Vegeta smirked at her, "All flash and no power."
Neptune heard the remark, and before Usagi could leap to their defence, Neptune
turned and launched her Deep Submerge on the arrogant ouiji.
Vegeta, completely unprepared for the attack, was knocked back.
Usagi stiffled a giggle at the sight of Vegeta sprawled on his back. Vegeta glared at her,
knowing that she was suppressing her laughter. He leapt to his feet.
"Is that a challenge?!"
Neptune stepped forward, but before she could say anything, Usagi interceded.
"There are going to be no challenges!"
Vegeta growled, and Usagi glared at him, for one moment her eyes flashing dangerously
of silver. Vegeta backed down, his hackles still raised.
A ball of lightening crashed into the ground, and a sinister laughter rolled out, filling all
that heard it with dread.
Usagi looked up, her hands clenching into fists as she stared at the abomination in the
sky.