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A/N: Hmm...keep reviewing, although this one is cut kinda short! Don't hate me! ^.~

Wish upon a dream: The conversation

Hotaru fell on her own large bed, and just laid there until a light but almost urgent knock on the door that she had never heard before. Sitting up she stared at it, another few series of knocks sounded, now they sounded irritated. She was sure that this person had almost never knocked on anyone's door, or hers.

Silently she stood and walked to the door and opened it, to reveal Vegeta with his hand poised to knock once again. Her face shown genuine shock as she stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide.

"What?" He asked, an irritated and slightly confused tone in his voice as he crossed his arms and stood in the doorway, watching the human statue that didn't breathe. Finally she remembered that she had to breathe and consumed the action and regained her composure as well.

"What do you mean what? You've never been here before, and by the sound of it you don't knock often, so why did you?" she asked, her boldness had grown after it decreased for a few hours. He raised a single eyebrow and brushed past her, without answering he sat on the edge of her bed. She just turned, shut the door and stood there, watching him, afraid to move.

"So," was all he said as he stared at her again, this man wasn't much for words. Hotaru sighed and went to sit next to him, which she did. His eyes never strayed from her as she stared at the floor, thinking of her next move. She wondered what he was thinking, and why he followed her, and why he knocked.

"So...why are you here?" She asked, turning to him, giving him her innocent gaze that didn't seem to falter him in the least. His eye brow raised a couple more inches as he stared at her even harder.

"Feh...I wanted to see if you were going to cry over whatever was said," He said with a haughty attitude, she scoffed and glared at him. Of course she wasn't going to cry over such trivial things, she didn't cry often and that didn't seem a good enough reason to do so. "What was said?"

"Oh...er...nothing really," She said, her cheeks lighting up again at the memory. At her blush, Vegeta's smirk grew as he knew he had something over her that affected her greatly, for the moment.

"Nothing? Somehow, I don't think you'd turn red for nothing, but knowing you, I wouldn't doubt it." He said, her slight intake of breath made him smirk even more as she turned suddenly and stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"The thing is, you don't know me." She said, her blush died away, forgotten. Vegeta's smirk decreased as he stared at her, she had a point.

"You point, woman?" He asked, a frown now graced his handsome features. Hotaru rolled her eyes at him, the Sayia-jin no Ouji could be a handful even when you hadn't even known him for a week or two.

"My point, is that you can't not doubt something you know nothing about, Ouji." She smiled as his frown grew a few 'feet' down as he glared at her, she could tell his heart wasn't totally in it. Vegeta glared at her for a few moments before he kicked his boots out once as a child does when sitting on a bus.

"Feh." He said, turning away from her as she smiled even more in triumph, he wasn't so hard to beat when he doesn't have proof of anything. She folded her hands in her lap as she stared at the hard features of his face, she hadn't much time to admire him. He was quite the looker though, as most of the Z-crew was. The only thing she didn't like was the immense pride that actually sometimes held him back from what he really wanted. Bulma had also told her that they were not longer together after a stunt he pulled that she didn't care to mention more than once, which she had already to ChiChi. So he was free...Hotaru quickly slapped herself mentally for such a thought, he wouldn't want a child like myself, besides he is much to old for me anyway, Yamcha would be more of a likely boyfriend. Although, what Bulma and Goku said, she highly doubted she could talk to the man for a few weeks before turned beet red. Sighing she turned her glance to the floor.

"Stupid..." She sighed softly to herself, but it wasn't soft enough for Vegeta not to hear. He turned and stared at her with a cocked eyebrow, the frown still graced his lips, but it wasn't so harsh now.

"What's you problem woman?" He asked, Hotaru looked at him through the corner of her eye. He stared back at her, expecting an answer.

"Vegeta, have you ever loved someone?" That question seemed to knock his royal socks off. His frown disappeared and his mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide of shock, confusion, and embarrassment.

"Loved? Hell no! I've never loved, nor will I ever." He said roughly, his composure brought back sooner than normal and he glared at her with his jaw set tightly.

"Why not?" She was unfazed by his excapade of angry looks and eyes. He glared harder at her insolence and apparent confusion.

"Why not? It's a weakness woman, a weakness that I can't afford to have." He answered, he could have, and should have left but he stayed in his seat and continued to have a slightly decent conversation with the seventeen year old.

"It's not a weakness Vegeta. It brings out strength that is hidden and it is the most powerful tool that Goku seems to harness well. If you haven't noticed, it always seems to be the person with their love on the line that wins. I'm sure people on your planet died for their significant other?" She said, her face was serene as she explained to him the importance love can be anywhere. His jaw tightened and she could make out the muscles there twitch for a second.

"They died foolishly, and some who even won ended up killing themselves anyway." He said, his tone was dead flat as he glared death at her as if he were Satan himself(or herself!)

"No, they didn't die foolishly, if I had a lover who was in danger, I'd give everything to save him from dying, even my life. I'm sure with the anger that came from it would make me stronger than I already am, I'm sure that you must have seen that when Goku may have gotten angry for something happening to something or someone he loved that wasn't nessicarily good, and that anger fueled new found strength." Her speech didn't seem to affect him much, but he also prided himself for his masks. He may have been crying on the inside, but he'd be angry and dried faced on the outside. His emotions sometimes were as foreign to him as they were to the people around him.

"Do you have a lover?" Vegeta asked suddenly, surely if she did, than maybe he'd take in what she said and ponder about it for a while. But if she didn't, then she'd know nothing about what she said and he'd let it fly over his head for all he cared.

"No, but I have had dear friends that have been in immediate danger that I saved from the anger that was fueled by the love for the person." She said, remembering things that had gone on before she was alone with only her inanimate objects of her lonely house. Vegeta's eyebrows bounced as he stared at her for a moment, so she doesn't have a lover, but very good friends. "I...I don't want to tell you this, but I think I must."

"Tell me what?" He asked, suddenly curious as she adverted her eyes to the floor below as he turned to look at her in surprise. Her sigh seemed to be magnified as he waited for any sound of her returning voice.

"I am very powerful Vegeta. Please don't laugh at me, I'm not joking, I have killed many a people in my life and almost killed my very best friends because I had been possessed because of this strength. I am Sailor Saturn, Messiah of Death. Do you know the meaning of that, Vegeta? Do you know what I am? Do you know I can destroy this world at this moment if I wanted?" his eyebrows had hiked all the way to his hairline, a great feat for him. He had laughed at her at first, for he had heard all this before, but the look she held on her face seemed to tell him otherwise.

"Right, and why the hell should I listen to what you say? You've never proved any of this great power to anyone here." He said, smirking as she glared at him, this time the glare held more anger than he thought was possible for the child in front of him. But this woman seemed to always surprise him, and not one to show emotions, only smirked at her.

"You don't want to see my power, it is very ugly, very silent, very deadly. It is, and has been, more deadly than any of the attacks I've seen you and Goku use while sparring. It is more powerful than the Silver Moon Crystal when I want it to be. I've never used it to it's full extent, and I never intend to unless absolutely needed. I don't think I should anyway, I would, myself, become sick as I was as a child. I was quite weak, physically, as a child for the power that was invested in me at the age of seven by my own spirit." This time, Vegeta didn't do or say anything for quite a while, Hotaru only stared silently at the open window, listening to the shouts Bulma gave off every so often to a very confused Goku, who only seemed very hungry.

"Show me this...Sailor Saturn you speak of." His command seemed almost military, and she glanced up in surprised at his voice, deep and resonating.

"Show you?" that wasn't the question or answer she had been thinking he would give. He gave her a sharp, annoyed nod. "Fine."

She stood, and calling her own line, swirls of purple flowed through out the room as she twisted and turned in the dance that gave her power. Soon, she stood in front of Vegeta, a completely serene and dangerous look on her face. Her fuku purple, her lace up purple boots, her white gloves with the purple end, her purple choker with a Crystal piece connected, the leaf like sleeves, the bow that held her crystal like a beautiful spiky porcupine(As if there ever was such a thing.) The tiara on her forehead, and the odd looking, but exquisite earrings. Vegeta's eyes suddenly went to the glaive that was held in her hand, it was razor sharp, and seemingly made genuinely and powerfully by the way it seemed to radiate in the sixth sense the Z-fighters possessed.

"Now that's more like it." He said, his smirk back as he looked her up and down. "I want you to show me exactly what you can do."

She looked at him surprised, that was expected, but she hadn't hoped so soon. "Fine. Follow me."

Vegeta followed her, down the stairs, Yamcha and everyone self, including Gohan and Videl spotted her and gawked at the raw beauty and mysterious aura that seemed to radiate around her. They followed them, but stayed their distance for Vegeta glared at those who came to near. She stopped outside, just at the edge of the forest that combined with the manicured lawn of C.C. She had picked up a couple more followers, Goku and Bulma.

"You want me to show you what I can do Vegeta?" She asked, she seemed to be mocking him, she was much different in attitude in this form than before. Vegeta could tell why, she was much much more powerful. A few gasps and whispers rang through the small crowd.

"Of course woman." He said, smirking, she smirked back and turned to the forest.

A/N: Muahahahahahaha!!! Remember...my computer might decide to be an onry computer...I despise this computer....