Son Usagi, chapter 8
Trunks looked down at the angel in his arms. She had fallen asleep, her
soft breath teasing strands of his hair. He wasn't exactly sure how she
could fall asleep while already in a dream, but her face showed a
relaxation that he hadn't seen her features hold for many nights. His
heart started to ache, realizing he had helped bring such peace to her.
"We're going to save you, Usa," he whispered, brushing her silver-blond
hair from her cheek.
"While the young man is in your realm, sire, you have some power over
him." An old, hunched over man leaned on a cane of black wood as he
spoke to the prince. His black eyes glinted in pleasure for being the
one to bring such wonderful news. "He is an intruder in a dream meant
for the princess. You cannot kill him directly, but there are ways."
"What kind of power, old man?" Diamondo watched the informant with
narrowed eyes. If what he told was true, he could rid himself of the
threat the sayijin posed.
"Bulma?"
"Hai Gohan?" Bulma kept her eyes firmly locked on the brainwave
monitor. She had finally recorded the entire pattern that seemed to
mark the dream, and now all she felt would be needed was how his mind
reacted to waking up. Once they found those readings, they could guide
Usagi's brain through a similar wake-up procedure.
"What is this monitor over here?" Gohan asked. The screen was turned
away from her, but she knew it from the wires it was connected to.
"It watches his heart. Probably not needed, but..." she stalled, her
eyes widening. "I think we have it! His brain is beginning to do
something. I think he's waking up!" she exclaimed, writing down quick
notes as she watched.
"His heart's stopped!" Gohan shouted. Bulma did not realize what was
said for a moment. She looked up, watching confused as Gohan started
pressing on her son's chest.
"Nani?" she asked softly. She slowly walked over to the monitor Gohan
had been watching. "What happened?!" she shouted, suddenly realizing
the truth of what was going on.
"Dammit!" Gohan yelled. He powered up a mild ki blast and shot it into
the younger man's chest, then continued pressing down on his chest.
"Anything?!"
"Iie!" Gohan cursed under his breath as he tried to remember what he
had to do.
"Call an ambulance!" As Bulma picked up the phone in her son's room,
Gohan started mouth to mouth, hoping something would help the
unexpected heart failure.
"Trunks?" Usagi asked sleepily. The arms holding her had suddenly
jerked, waking her up. She looked at the man holding her. His face was
twisted in pain, his eyes shut tightly. "Trunks! Dijibou ka?!" His hair
fell from behind his ears as he shook his head slowly. Usagi looked at
him, trying to see where he was in pain. His hands clenched over his
chest, and nodding to herself, she figured that must be where the pain
was coming from.
"Your heart?" she whispered as she brought her hands lower towards his
chest.
"H... hai," he pushed out to answer her. She paled as another wave of
pain crashed through Trunks's heart, causing him to scream.
"Oh mother," Usagi whispered to the air, almost as if unaware what she
was doing. "Please help me." She placed her hands firmly over Trunks's
heart and visualized it beating without pain as she focused her energy
through her palms.
Whatever had caused the pain resisted strongly. It had wrapped itself
tightly around Trunks's heart, and Usagi had to struggle to loosen its
grip.
"What's going on?" Bulma asked, phone to her ear as she waited for the
operator to pick up.
"I think he's getting better," Gohan said, unsure. Trunks's chest had
begun to rise and fall again slowly, but it was clear he was struggling
with each shaky breath.
"What is your emergency?" a calm, detached voice spoke over the phone.
Bulma took the phone away from her ear, frowned at the phone, then
brought it back, frowning.
"Nevermind. If my son needs to go to the hospital, we can get him there
faster." She hung up, her face showing a mixture of relief that her son
was breathing again, and frustration with the emergency people for
taking so long to pick up.
"Bulma?"
"You can fly faster then an ambulance could get here, ne?"
"Um, hai."
"So if he doesn't get any better, you can take him in."
"How are you now, Trunks?" Usagi asked, lifting her hands from his
chest. It had taken a lot of energy from her to weaken the hold the
unknown power had on his heart, and she knew she hadn't rid him of it
completely.
"It still hurts, but I can stand it now," he said, smiling weakly. He
slowly pulled himself up with Usagi's help, and looked at their
surroundings.
"Setsuna-mama?" Hotoru peeked into Setsuna's room, surprised to find
the older woman transformed.
"Hoto-chan, just who I was hoping to see." Sailor Pluto crossed the
room, gestured Hotoru to enter, and closed the door behind her.
"What's going on?"
"Remember how I had to help destiny along a few days ago?" Hotoru
nodded her head softly. "Well it seems I'm going to have to help it
along once more."
"But Michiru-mama said you aren't supposed to interfere."
"Michiru isn't the senshi of time, now is she?"
"No," Hotoru replied slowly. Setsuna smiled.
"In matters of the seas, I'll let her make plans. Hotoru, would you
like to help me?"
"Would I be able to help Usa-chan?"
"You'll be able to save her."
"Why did it fail?" Diamondo's voice asked, softly, deadly. A humanoid
yoma kneeled on the ground, below the pedestal Diamondo's throne was
on. He could feel his knees trembling as he tried to remain as still
and calm looking as possible.
"The princess was able to fight off our power, my lord."
"How, may I ask?" the irritated prince asked, his eyes narrowed.
"I, I'm not sure, prince Diamondo." The helpless reply did little to
improve Diamondo's mood any.
"Is there any reason I should not kill you now?"
"My lord, it seems the princess used much of her energy to save the
boy," the yoma replied quickly.
"Oh?" Diamondo's eyebrow lifted in curiosity. This was an unexpected
and pleasant outcome of their attack.
"If we continue our siege on the princess's mind, even with the support
of the boy, she will not be able to hold out much longer."
"Good. Continue then," the prince told the yoma, smiling cruelly.
"What can we do?" Usagi's quiet voice asked. The darkness felt as if it
were growing, though she believed it was likely only her imagination.
"When I wake up, I'll get help. There has to be something we can do."
Trunks replied reassuringly. His fingers brushed down her cheek as his
eyes met hers.
"When did this happen?" she whispered after several moments. The
question caused Trunks's hand to fall as he frowned thoughtfully.
"You mean this?" he asked, looking at their surroundings and missing
her shaking head. "You'd know the answer better then I would. I didn't
really keep up with the sailor senshi stories," he said helplessly,
shrugging.
"Yah right. I know your type. I saw lots of guys at my school ogling
newspaper pictures me and the senshi in those ridiculous fukus." Trunks
paled, worried he had somehow offended her until he heard her soft
laugh. "That wasn't what I meant anyway."
"What did you mean?" he asked, confused now as he met her eyes again.
"This," her soft whisper answered as she leaned forward and brushed her
lips across his fleetingly.
Trunks stilled. This was beyond the closeness they'd had so far, and he
could not make himself respond. He watched through widened eyes as she
pulled away, a worried expression marring her angelic features. He
wanted to pull her to him and kiss her so much, show her how strongly
he felt for her, but still his body remained rigid.
She laughed weakly and leaned back on her heels as she lowered her eyes
to the floor. "I think I must have used more energy then I thought. I'm
sorry." She brought her eyes back to meet his, her false smile falling.
"I sometimes act strangely when I'm tired," she continued, trying to
cover what she felt was her mistake in as normal a tone that she could
manage.
"When I first saw you just a few days ago," Trunks said, bringing a
confused expression from the woman next to him.
"What?"
"That was when it started," he answered as he lowered his lips to hers.
His fallen hand came up and brushed its fingertips across her cheek as,
with his other, he drew her closer.
"Wouldn't they save the princess if Trunks just woke up?" Saturn asked
as she and Pluto walked through a portal. "I thought Bulma-san and
Gohan-san were working to do something like that."
"They were planning on simulating Trunks brainwaves as he woke up in
her brain. It would have worked if they were in separate and very
similar dreams. It could have still worked if Diamondo hadn't learned
how to harm Trunks. Unfortunately, neither of those are true. And it is
very hard to find someone in a similar dream until after the fact."
Pluto finished as she brought the orb of her staff down on the head of
a flowering yoma.
"But you are the senshi of time. Why didn't you set things up to run
smoothly?" Saturn said, using her scythe to behead another yoma in a
sailor fuku much like Venus's.
"I thought I answered this already," Pluto said, frowning slightly.
"Iie, you answered why you don't have to do what Neptune says."
"If I don't have to do what she says, why do I have to give a reason
for how I do things to you?"
"Because."
"Because?"
Saturn nodded. "Because."
"I don't know if that's a good enough reason."
"It'll have to be. I'm too distracted to think of a better one. But if
you don't tell me, I can promise you that as soon as we get home, I'll
have a limitless supply of reasons and you'll never get any sleep."
Pluto seemed to weigh the threat in her mind before sighing and giving
in.
"Back when I could have set everything up to run smoothly, I saw myself
from this time bored. With the princess back with her family and all of
the serious threats out of the way, there was little to occupy myself
with aside from work and the normal household things. So I checked to
see that whatever I did would, in the end, secure the future, and then
blocked off my memory of everything that happened until it did happen."
"Like you did to Neo King Trunks and the others in the future last time
Diamondo came?"
"Exactly." The two sailor senshi worked in silence for several minutes,
disposing of the yoma they crossed as they made their way deeper and
deeper into the home of the stone prince.
"He's doing a lot better," Gohan said, smiling. Bulma sighed in relief
as she looked at her son on the bed. He smiled now in his sleep, and
she couldn't help but be curious as to what he was so happy about.
Okay, not much of a cliffie this time, but I really shouldn't be doing
a major one after such a long vacation from Son Usagi. I figured when I
got a letter this evening from someone telling me to "PLEASE UPDATE SON
USAGI" that I'd better finish this and post it. *grins* Here it is!
Hope it'll last you until the next chapter, which I promise, will not
be as long away as this one was from the last chapter.
Few thanks to people who helped me and bugged me to get this out.
Whoever sent me that letter this evening for one, Chibi Tenshi also
(she came up with the heart problem!), and another guy that has no name
on ff.net, but helped me with the fluff scene. Thanks!!
Read, review, or write me. I love getting letters from people!
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
Trunks looked down at the angel in his arms. She had fallen asleep, her
soft breath teasing strands of his hair. He wasn't exactly sure how she
could fall asleep while already in a dream, but her face showed a
relaxation that he hadn't seen her features hold for many nights. His
heart started to ache, realizing he had helped bring such peace to her.
"We're going to save you, Usa," he whispered, brushing her silver-blond
hair from her cheek.
"While the young man is in your realm, sire, you have some power over
him." An old, hunched over man leaned on a cane of black wood as he
spoke to the prince. His black eyes glinted in pleasure for being the
one to bring such wonderful news. "He is an intruder in a dream meant
for the princess. You cannot kill him directly, but there are ways."
"What kind of power, old man?" Diamondo watched the informant with
narrowed eyes. If what he told was true, he could rid himself of the
threat the sayijin posed.
"Bulma?"
"Hai Gohan?" Bulma kept her eyes firmly locked on the brainwave
monitor. She had finally recorded the entire pattern that seemed to
mark the dream, and now all she felt would be needed was how his mind
reacted to waking up. Once they found those readings, they could guide
Usagi's brain through a similar wake-up procedure.
"What is this monitor over here?" Gohan asked. The screen was turned
away from her, but she knew it from the wires it was connected to.
"It watches his heart. Probably not needed, but..." she stalled, her
eyes widening. "I think we have it! His brain is beginning to do
something. I think he's waking up!" she exclaimed, writing down quick
notes as she watched.
"His heart's stopped!" Gohan shouted. Bulma did not realize what was
said for a moment. She looked up, watching confused as Gohan started
pressing on her son's chest.
"Nani?" she asked softly. She slowly walked over to the monitor Gohan
had been watching. "What happened?!" she shouted, suddenly realizing
the truth of what was going on.
"Dammit!" Gohan yelled. He powered up a mild ki blast and shot it into
the younger man's chest, then continued pressing down on his chest.
"Anything?!"
"Iie!" Gohan cursed under his breath as he tried to remember what he
had to do.
"Call an ambulance!" As Bulma picked up the phone in her son's room,
Gohan started mouth to mouth, hoping something would help the
unexpected heart failure.
"Trunks?" Usagi asked sleepily. The arms holding her had suddenly
jerked, waking her up. She looked at the man holding her. His face was
twisted in pain, his eyes shut tightly. "Trunks! Dijibou ka?!" His hair
fell from behind his ears as he shook his head slowly. Usagi looked at
him, trying to see where he was in pain. His hands clenched over his
chest, and nodding to herself, she figured that must be where the pain
was coming from.
"Your heart?" she whispered as she brought her hands lower towards his
chest.
"H... hai," he pushed out to answer her. She paled as another wave of
pain crashed through Trunks's heart, causing him to scream.
"Oh mother," Usagi whispered to the air, almost as if unaware what she
was doing. "Please help me." She placed her hands firmly over Trunks's
heart and visualized it beating without pain as she focused her energy
through her palms.
Whatever had caused the pain resisted strongly. It had wrapped itself
tightly around Trunks's heart, and Usagi had to struggle to loosen its
grip.
"What's going on?" Bulma asked, phone to her ear as she waited for the
operator to pick up.
"I think he's getting better," Gohan said, unsure. Trunks's chest had
begun to rise and fall again slowly, but it was clear he was struggling
with each shaky breath.
"What is your emergency?" a calm, detached voice spoke over the phone.
Bulma took the phone away from her ear, frowned at the phone, then
brought it back, frowning.
"Nevermind. If my son needs to go to the hospital, we can get him there
faster." She hung up, her face showing a mixture of relief that her son
was breathing again, and frustration with the emergency people for
taking so long to pick up.
"Bulma?"
"You can fly faster then an ambulance could get here, ne?"
"Um, hai."
"So if he doesn't get any better, you can take him in."
"How are you now, Trunks?" Usagi asked, lifting her hands from his
chest. It had taken a lot of energy from her to weaken the hold the
unknown power had on his heart, and she knew she hadn't rid him of it
completely.
"It still hurts, but I can stand it now," he said, smiling weakly. He
slowly pulled himself up with Usagi's help, and looked at their
surroundings.
"Setsuna-mama?" Hotoru peeked into Setsuna's room, surprised to find
the older woman transformed.
"Hoto-chan, just who I was hoping to see." Sailor Pluto crossed the
room, gestured Hotoru to enter, and closed the door behind her.
"What's going on?"
"Remember how I had to help destiny along a few days ago?" Hotoru
nodded her head softly. "Well it seems I'm going to have to help it
along once more."
"But Michiru-mama said you aren't supposed to interfere."
"Michiru isn't the senshi of time, now is she?"
"No," Hotoru replied slowly. Setsuna smiled.
"In matters of the seas, I'll let her make plans. Hotoru, would you
like to help me?"
"Would I be able to help Usa-chan?"
"You'll be able to save her."
"Why did it fail?" Diamondo's voice asked, softly, deadly. A humanoid
yoma kneeled on the ground, below the pedestal Diamondo's throne was
on. He could feel his knees trembling as he tried to remain as still
and calm looking as possible.
"The princess was able to fight off our power, my lord."
"How, may I ask?" the irritated prince asked, his eyes narrowed.
"I, I'm not sure, prince Diamondo." The helpless reply did little to
improve Diamondo's mood any.
"Is there any reason I should not kill you now?"
"My lord, it seems the princess used much of her energy to save the
boy," the yoma replied quickly.
"Oh?" Diamondo's eyebrow lifted in curiosity. This was an unexpected
and pleasant outcome of their attack.
"If we continue our siege on the princess's mind, even with the support
of the boy, she will not be able to hold out much longer."
"Good. Continue then," the prince told the yoma, smiling cruelly.
"What can we do?" Usagi's quiet voice asked. The darkness felt as if it
were growing, though she believed it was likely only her imagination.
"When I wake up, I'll get help. There has to be something we can do."
Trunks replied reassuringly. His fingers brushed down her cheek as his
eyes met hers.
"When did this happen?" she whispered after several moments. The
question caused Trunks's hand to fall as he frowned thoughtfully.
"You mean this?" he asked, looking at their surroundings and missing
her shaking head. "You'd know the answer better then I would. I didn't
really keep up with the sailor senshi stories," he said helplessly,
shrugging.
"Yah right. I know your type. I saw lots of guys at my school ogling
newspaper pictures me and the senshi in those ridiculous fukus." Trunks
paled, worried he had somehow offended her until he heard her soft
laugh. "That wasn't what I meant anyway."
"What did you mean?" he asked, confused now as he met her eyes again.
"This," her soft whisper answered as she leaned forward and brushed her
lips across his fleetingly.
Trunks stilled. This was beyond the closeness they'd had so far, and he
could not make himself respond. He watched through widened eyes as she
pulled away, a worried expression marring her angelic features. He
wanted to pull her to him and kiss her so much, show her how strongly
he felt for her, but still his body remained rigid.
She laughed weakly and leaned back on her heels as she lowered her eyes
to the floor. "I think I must have used more energy then I thought. I'm
sorry." She brought her eyes back to meet his, her false smile falling.
"I sometimes act strangely when I'm tired," she continued, trying to
cover what she felt was her mistake in as normal a tone that she could
manage.
"When I first saw you just a few days ago," Trunks said, bringing a
confused expression from the woman next to him.
"What?"
"That was when it started," he answered as he lowered his lips to hers.
His fallen hand came up and brushed its fingertips across her cheek as,
with his other, he drew her closer.
"Wouldn't they save the princess if Trunks just woke up?" Saturn asked
as she and Pluto walked through a portal. "I thought Bulma-san and
Gohan-san were working to do something like that."
"They were planning on simulating Trunks brainwaves as he woke up in
her brain. It would have worked if they were in separate and very
similar dreams. It could have still worked if Diamondo hadn't learned
how to harm Trunks. Unfortunately, neither of those are true. And it is
very hard to find someone in a similar dream until after the fact."
Pluto finished as she brought the orb of her staff down on the head of
a flowering yoma.
"But you are the senshi of time. Why didn't you set things up to run
smoothly?" Saturn said, using her scythe to behead another yoma in a
sailor fuku much like Venus's.
"I thought I answered this already," Pluto said, frowning slightly.
"Iie, you answered why you don't have to do what Neptune says."
"If I don't have to do what she says, why do I have to give a reason
for how I do things to you?"
"Because."
"Because?"
Saturn nodded. "Because."
"I don't know if that's a good enough reason."
"It'll have to be. I'm too distracted to think of a better one. But if
you don't tell me, I can promise you that as soon as we get home, I'll
have a limitless supply of reasons and you'll never get any sleep."
Pluto seemed to weigh the threat in her mind before sighing and giving
in.
"Back when I could have set everything up to run smoothly, I saw myself
from this time bored. With the princess back with her family and all of
the serious threats out of the way, there was little to occupy myself
with aside from work and the normal household things. So I checked to
see that whatever I did would, in the end, secure the future, and then
blocked off my memory of everything that happened until it did happen."
"Like you did to Neo King Trunks and the others in the future last time
Diamondo came?"
"Exactly." The two sailor senshi worked in silence for several minutes,
disposing of the yoma they crossed as they made their way deeper and
deeper into the home of the stone prince.
"He's doing a lot better," Gohan said, smiling. Bulma sighed in relief
as she looked at her son on the bed. He smiled now in his sleep, and
she couldn't help but be curious as to what he was so happy about.
Okay, not much of a cliffie this time, but I really shouldn't be doing
a major one after such a long vacation from Son Usagi. I figured when I
got a letter this evening from someone telling me to "PLEASE UPDATE SON
USAGI" that I'd better finish this and post it. *grins* Here it is!
Hope it'll last you until the next chapter, which I promise, will not
be as long away as this one was from the last chapter.
Few thanks to people who helped me and bugged me to get this out.
Whoever sent me that letter this evening for one, Chibi Tenshi also
(she came up with the heart problem!), and another guy that has no name
on ff.net, but helped me with the fluff scene. Thanks!!
Read, review, or write me. I love getting letters from people!
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
