Aisuru No Goubatsu

Disclaimer: NO I do not own DBZ or Sailormoon blah blah blah.. all that jazz. (although.. I wish I did u__u *sigh*)

Author's Note: No, this story does not go by the proper story plot as the shows do but just think of it as my own dimension I made up. Most of the characters don't have the same roll as they do in the shows. Chichi NEVER existed in my story. Trunks is like supposed to be the same age as Gokou. So if you don't like reading stories that don't go by the story plot of the shows then don't read. :] Thank you.

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Her deep emerald eyes gazed longingly towards the velvety sky. Her mahogany hair neatly brushed a ponytail hanging languidly upon her left shoulder. A short, lime kimono draped over her frail frame that reached to her mid thigh. A cut was sliced through both sides revealing her tan, lean legs. The dress tightly clung to the soft curves upon her body. Green boots were laced firmly around her ankles and foot.

Two more months. Two more months until this "World Tournament" would begin and she could claim this small blue planet as her prize. Her brown tail wrapped tightly around her slim waist.

Only a year had she been here and already Lita had been observing the ways of these.. "humans". She had been training for this tournament for a whole year. Lita heard only the strongest fighters around the world could enter this tournament. She looked forward to it.

She slowly clasped her emerald eyes shut as the moon shone brightly over her fair complexion. For so many nights she has had so many dreams. Dreams of someone.. holding her close. It haunted her. It was like she knew who this -someone- was. But who? Her memory had left her a year ago. She was struck with amnesia when Ami-chan had found her. If only she could remember. It was like she could almost touch it. This memory of hers. Maybe she could find someone at the tournament who could just strike.. a little memory back.

Lita brushed it off. She didn't need to think about dreams right now. Dreams we're pointless. They meant nothing. Dreams we're simply trips to the fantasy world which she did not need right now. She needed to focus on this tournament. There would be no time for dreams right now.