Fire Dragon walks into the stage "Hello my fateful
followers. Here it is! Our special chapter! In here we'll put part of our plot
(just so you know we have one ^-~) We will reveal the 'bad guys' and, from the
petitions of all of you we'll fix some of the pairings on this chap, however
Mamoru will still be paired with Usagi. (an angry mob glare daggers at
Fire Dragon) And I just want to warn all of you that Mamoru is gonna be way out
of character on this chapter. So please don't freak out when he does something
that he usually wouldn't do."
Disclaimer: Fire dragon walks with a sad face into the stage "blink, blink I
think…ummm… I forgot…ummm…what was I going to say…OH
YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…I don't own anything, literally. This computer is not mine, the car is not
mine, the TV is not mine, the PlayStation either, and the story…NO WAIT!!!!
This story is mine, MINE I TELL YOU!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Water Dragon enters with some legal looking people
behind her and some papers at hand. "Nah-uh, I don't think so. See this –points to the papers- this is the
copyright of HALF of the story, and see THIS -shows note book- the original
half that I wrote during the long, tedious hours on my English 1B class. –Turns
to readers- and by the way all the things she mentioned before are mine!
–waves more papers- But don't sue me, everything is used."
Fire Dragon "Oh damn! Well I DO own half of this
story then. –pouts- 'Nyways on with the story!"
~DBZ
and SM Xover~
~~Coming Back Home Ch 10~~
Revealing
the bad guys.
Usagi lay on her bed
thinking about what had happened two days ago. She could only remember when she woke up after fainting. Thanks the gods her mother hadn't been
there, but shopping for their clothes since, after asking them if they wanted
to go with her, they told her that they would rather stay and train with Goku
and Goten. After her fainting, they
didn't plan in training until the next day. *I wonder if I let my father down. I'm such a flake* Sighing, she looked
at the night sky. Usagi frowned *that's weird…* She turned to see beyond the
window but still couldn't find it. *I can't see the moon anywhere, I'll have to
ask dad about it tomorrow.* After that she dosed off to sleep.
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Mamoru fell with a dull
THUMP on his bed. During these two days
he had 'trained' all his life's worth of training with his father. *Gods! I had
died about three times, been kidnapped, brain washed, and I have lost my
memories several times already, but I had never taken such abuse!!!* He had
been taken by his father (quite rudely) the day they had arrived and forced him
into a chamber that increased gravity. (FD: The Gravity Room, duh) He had been
bullied into training on how to fight hand and hand combat, shooting Ki blasts
and how to fly. The question that
bugged his mind was "To fight what?" He said out loud. He couldn't understand his father's desire
to fight, but he went along with him, although now that he was getting the hang
of it, he was quite enjoying the spars with his father. But not even his
brother could help him figure Vegeta out.
Mamoru rolled to his back
and stared at the ceiling. "Usako." He said with longing.
'Don't you miss her?' a
voice in his mind asked.
*Not again* Mamoru thought
*Now it is a fact, I am a nut case.*
"Of course I miss her." he
said out loud.
'Well, then go and see her.'
Another voice prompted him.
Mamoru put one hand over his
eyes *I am going to end up my days in a white room hugging myself! * He shook his head in disgust.
'Why would you want to hug
yourself if you can hug Usagi?' a third voice said sarcastically.
*Hey!!* Mamoru replied
mentally *If I am not wrong there are four of you in there, aren't you going to
contribute with my misery?*
The fourth voice chuckled.
*Well, at least one of us is having fun* Mamoru thought grimly.
'This is just like a big
family reunion!!' the second voice said happily.
"Oh shut up!" Mamoru said
trying his best to ignore him.
'Miss me?' The fourth voice
answered amused.
*Well is nothing like
that. It's just that from the four of
you, you are the most serious, so I though that you would have some saying in
all this.* Mamoru replied.
'Hey!!!' Two of the voices
said in a hurt tone.
'I am pleased.' The fourth
voice said.
"Huh?"
'I am pleased that you
missed me!' he chuckled.
"I…uh…okay…whatever. Anyway,
wasn't I getting better?" Mamoru asked with a concerned voice.
'Getting better?' the third
voice asked.
"Yeah, you know, from my
mental condition." Mamoru replied annoyed.
Mamoru could remember when
it all started (FD: I'm smelling a flashback here…whirls her fingers like
Wayne and Garth do on Wayne's World turururu…turururu… turururu…) It was
around the time that Ail and Ann attacked. He didn't have any memories from his past, but he was sure that it
wasn't normal. It began as a soft
murmur, but then they became noisier and pesky, popping up when they weren't supposed
to. There were four different and
independent voices banging on his head day and night with ideas that weren't
his, and even subjects that he had never heard of at that time, like moon
castles, princesses, and super heroes.
The first one, Love, a soft
and shy voice that would help him in the romantic area, it would tell him what
to buy Usagi or where to take her out. All those small things that girls noticed and liked. Mamoru was glad at some point of having
'Love' to guide him since he wasn't good at showing his true feelings, so the
little voice was of some help.
The second voice was a total
headache; take all the bad things on your mind like anxiety, playfulness (when
it wasn't the time to be playful) nervousness, and all those other things that
you better keep a leash on and you got it. Mamoru just called him 'Mischief' for all that he was worth. It was a
pain in the a$$. Anyway, this voice was
too wild for Mamoru's taste and got him into trouble more than once. However
there was something weird about this voice. It never called him Mamoru; it
always would refer to him as Endy. At first, this pissed Mamoru off, then after
a while he acted like he didn't care, and later he just plain ignored it.
'What mental condition?!?!'
yelled Mischief, 'are we crazy??' he finished alarmed looking around him to the
others pleadingly. (FD: imagine chibi-Mamorus or little shadows, in a small
room)
*No, not you* Mamoru said,
*I am…no, wait I take that back…we are crazy. * He said resigned.
'We are not crazy…I mean you
are not crazy…Kami, you are confusing me now!' Logic said coldly, and slightly
annoyed.
'Logic' as Mamoru
denominated this voice because of his logical way of seeing events and
expressing ideas, tried to calm him down. He always would find an explanation
for everything, giving him the certainty of his steps. However, Logic sometimes acted a lot like
Mischief-although with some certain thought into the 'stupidity' of the act. -
'Yes we are!' Mischief said
casually, 'And I know from a good source that Endy fell from his cradle when he
was a baby, so there!' he said laughing out loud.
'You know that is not true'
Love said worriedly 'right?' it asked Logic with begging eyes.
Mamoru couldn't help but to
chuckle.
'So, you find this amusing.'
Common Sense said with a mental frown that made Mamoru wince.
*Well, yes.* Mamoru admitted
*I mean, I am not sure if I fell or if someone dropped me, but I'm sure that
there is something wrong with me.* he finished still chuckling. By now Mischief
was laughing so hard that Mamoru's head started to pound.
'Would you stop that!!!'
Common Sense commanded making both Mamoru and Mischief come to a halt
immediately.
'Common Sense' was the last
of the 'voices' in Mamoru's head. This
particular voice commanded all the others in a rigid manner. Common Sense gave Mamoru all the advice he
could use in time of need, no matter if it was from how to manage his spare
time, to his plan of action on a battle against the youmas and helping or
saving Sailor Moon.
Mamoru noticed that Common
Sense was getting annoyed by the second.
'Mamoru, would you do me a
favor and stop referring to us in those stupid names!!! I am not a dwarf from
Snow White you know!?!?' Common Sense…err…the voice, Mamoru corrected, said
exasperated. Love, Logic…that is, the
other 3 voices started to laugh their heads off so hard that he felt that his
head was going to explode.
*Sorry* Mamoru said
embarrassed *but you haven't given me a name to call you for.*
'It is not the time, soon…'
They where interrupted by a knock on the door.
*I hope is not Vegeta*
Mamoru thought grimly.
"Can I come in?" Trunks'
muffled voice came from behind the door.
Mamoru let go of the breath
that he didn't know he was holding. "Sure, go ahead."
Trunks came in and sat in a
chair near the desk, the only sign of furniture besides the bed. He didn't like how bare the room looked, but
Mamoru didn't seem to mind. Their
mother had insisted in buying some other things to make Mamoru feel at home,
but he talked her against it. His
mother was tough to talk her out of something, but it looked like she didn't
want to push him. She treated Mamoru
like he was a small baby or a fragile object, and that made Mamoru
uncomfortable, Vegeta pissed, and he jealous. He couldn't help it. Before all this, he was his mother's pride
and joy, and his father's sparring partner. Now, Mamoru had all their attention. He felt left out. But he really
wanted to get close to him. He always
had envied Gohan and Goten's relationship. It was stronger than friendship and they knew that they would be there
for each other. Goten was his best
friend, but he knew that they wouldn't have a relationship like the one he had
with Gohan. Maybe with Mamoru he would
be able to.
His sight fell in a vase full of red roses on top of the
desk. The first thing that Mamoru had
done when he came into the room had been ask for a vase. His mother got one from downstairs and handed
it to him not knowing what to expect. Mamoru took it gratefully, went into the bathroom to fill it out with
water, and when he came out with it, the vase was full with red roses that he
produced out of nowhere. It had been
one week and they had not withered. That on itself gave him the creeps, it was like the roses where magical or
something. At first he had thought that his brother had issues concerned with
roses, but now he realized that the lone vase of roses provided color and warm
to the cold room. One time, he heard
Mamoru say that they reminded him of Usagi. However, he believed that Mamoru
hadn't expected him to hear his comment.
*~*~*~*
Mamoru saw his brother come
in, and sitting in the chair, he spaced out. His eyes wandered around the room
until they fell on the vase Bulma has given him. He studied Trunks closely. He looked exactly like Vegeta, but had his grandfather's hair. He chuckled at the thought of his
grandfather and grandmother. He was a
very nice old man, if not a little eccentric, and his grandmother…well lets
just say that she was unique. Trunks
was the opposite of Vegeta. He was soft
tempered, friendly and had Bulma's cheerful disposition. Although some times he
could give anybody one of those
don't-even-start-with-me-or-I'll-pound-you-to-the-bloody-ground kind of glares
that Vegeta liked so much. He also shared his father's arrogance and sometimes
cold demeanor. (FD: "Hmph, like he isn't arrogant and snobbish all the time. My
poor Trunks." –blows raspberries- WD: "LEAVE MY MAMO-CHAN ALONE!!!")
Mamoru liked this little
guy, well not so little. Mamoru
remembered how Trunks was able to kick his butt without even trying. Vegeta and Trunks made sure that he was
having a good time at the gravity chamber. Good time indeed, the first 3 days
of training he just bounced from Vegeta to Trunks like a volleyball all over
the Gravity Chamber.
"Soooo…" Mamoru said
prompting Trunks to say what was he doing there.
"I…ummm…nice flowers." He
finished lamely.
Mamoru laughed softly. "So
you came in the middle of the night to my room just to talk about flowers?" He finished
laughing again.
"I…well no…of course not."
Trunks stammered, squaring his shoulders.
Trunks didn't know how to
approach Mamoru. He acted too much like
Vegeta, and that intimidated Trunks. He
always worked so hard to meet his father's expectations and the man in front of
him reminded him that he hadn't been able to do so.
"I…just came to see how are
you feeling." He said above a whisper. Mamoru looked at Trunks with suspicion,
eyes narrowing until they were two slits, hard, cold eyes behind them.
"Do you want me to go?"
Trunks asked getting annoyed. He
figured out that if Mamoru wanted to fight he wasn't about to show any
weakness. Mamoru just kept looking at
him intently making Trunks uncomfortable under his gaze. But instead, something
really weird happened, Mamoru started laughing so hard that he started to cry.
"What is so damned funny?"
asked Trunks annoyed, but he felt more confused than annoyed. He didn't
understand Mamoru's attitude at all.
"I…"Mamoru said while wiping
the tears with the back of his hand. "It's just that you reminded me of
Motoki." He finished still laughing. (WD: "Aha! And you all thought that I had
forgotten about him huh?" FD: "who
could forget such a hottie?" ^-~)
"Motoki?"
"Yeah," Mamoru said
grinning, "my best friend…actually" he continued thoughtfully "he is the only
friend that I have."
"What about the senshis?"
asked Trunks curiously. This was the
first time that Mamoru and he had a real conversation.
"Well…yeah, they are my friends
and all, but they are girls if you haven't notice." Mamoru said amused.
"Yeah, I have noticed." Said
Trunks blushing slightly.
"Which one do you like the
most?" Mamoru asked mischievously.
"I…I didn't have enough time
to see them all very well." He finished blushing even more.
"Oh, come on" Mamoru said,
eyes sparkling with mischief *Now I know why Minako likes matchmaking so much,
this is so much fun!* Mamoru thought to himself "I only have eyes for Usako,
but I must admit that her friends are very beautiful, don't you think?"
"I guess." Trunks replied
softly.
"Ok, what do you think of
Rei, the raven haired beauty?" asked Mamoru teasingly.
"She's ok."
"She's ok?!?!" Said Mamoru
disbelievingly. "What kind of answer is that?"
Trunks only shrugged.
"Ok, not your type." He
continued, "Let's see, what about the long legged brunette Makoto?"
Trunks shrugged again as an answer.
"Nope?" Mamoru smiled
devilishly.
"I know!!" Mamoru continued
rubbing his hands in anticipation. "The cheerful blond Minako." He finished
with a wink. Trunks look pensive for a moment and then shook his head.
Mamoru looked at Trunks
bewildered "Wow, ok…what about Ami?" Mamoru asked without any hope. It was not that Ami was ugly, on the
contraire, she was a quiet beauty, but she was so shy that people just didn't
noticed her around the other more cheerful girls. However, Trunks' eyes lit up
at the sound of the name. "Ami, the blue haired-" continued Mamoru.
"The goddess…" Trunks
interrupted getting a faraway look on his face. "The one with eyes as blue as
lakes, and voice as soft as running water, and…"
"Hey, woah, easy there boy!"
Mamoru joked grinning madly. "I didn't know that you were such a poet. So, Ami huh?"
At this, Trunks was crimson
red. "I…I think that she's pretty."
Trunks whispered shyly.
"Only pretty? I don't think
so, let me quote 'The goddess with eyes as blue as lakes and voice as soft as
running water.' If my memory doesn't fails me." Mamoru was enjoying this. *So
this is why Motoki likes doing this, is so funny when you're on the other side
of the teasing* "I thought you said that you didn't have time to look at them
well." Mamoru said grinning widely.
"I-I" stammered Trunks while
going from red to a sickly white. "I thought that we were talking about your
friend Motoki, weren't we?" Trunks asked trying to look annoyed, but failing
miserably.
"Cool down. I swear I'm not doing this to make fun of
you, but if that is what you want, lets change the subject. And by the way, did
I mentioned that Ami doesn't have a boyfriend?" Mamoru said matter-of-factly
watching Trunks reaction with the corner of his eye.
"Really? I mean…umm…how did
you met Motoki?" Trunks said blushing again.
"Ok, ok. I met him at school. We became friends since he is the most
persistent guy I ever met."
"Persistent?" Asked Trunks raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, I told him several
times that I didn't want to have friends, but he kept pestering me. Can you believe that he is the most stubborn
guy ever? I think that we became friends out of annoyance."
Trunks looked not very
convinced "Out of annoyance... (FD: "Do I hear an echo here? Cups a hand
over her ear *-*!)…riiiggghhttt."
"No, it's true. Motoki is a
very noble person, and later I understood that he really wanted to be my
friend." He smiled at Trunks "And I didn't even have a chance to say
goodbye." Mamoru finished regrettably.
"It's a shame that you are
not gonna see him again." Trunks said sympathetically.
"Uh? What are you talking about?"
Asked Mamoru confused.
"What I mean is, you have
your family here, so you're not going back, right?" Trunks said as if it was
the most logical thing on the face of the earth.
"Oh no, of course we're
going back. We will just find a way to
go back and forth." He said as if it wasn't a big deal. "Maybe we'll just have
Pluto make a permanent portal or something." He waved his hand to dismiss the
thought.
"What is so important to go
back?" Trunks was trying to figure out what could be so important for Mamoru to
make him want to go back so badly.
"Because, I'm gonna be king
of the word!" Mamoru said opening his arms at the edge of the bed (Leonardo
DiCaprio's like way in Titanic). Trunks
blink, blink Mamoru fell to his bed laughing uncontrollably just in
time to dodge a pillow coming his way.
"You are as bad as father."
Said Trunks shaking his head and joining on the laughter. "You had me fooled for a moment there
Mamoru. Now seriously, why do you want to go back?"
Mamoru looked at Trunks in the
eyes, chuckling several times, but trying to look as serious as possible at the
moment. "I'm being serious, I'm gonna
be king of the world and Usako is gonna be my Queen." Mamoru try to look as
credible as he could.
"O…k… whatever, is
impossible talking to you right now. You have been around Vegeta to long. Anyway, I came to tell you that tomorrow I won't be sparring with you
and father, because I'm going to go see the Sons. So I came to see if you-" Trunks looked around and lowered his
voice to a whisper. "Wanted to send Usagi a message."
"A message?" Mamoru asked.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Yes
a message, a note, a letter…" He explained slowly, like he was trying to
explain it to a two-year-old child.
Mamoru smiled *this is our
opportunity! * Mamoru and the four voices inside his head yelled mentally.
"Wait." Mamoru said regaining control. He got up and looked at the desk behind
Trunks. "Paper…there is no paper in
here." He said frustrated after searching the desk.
Trunks looked around trying to
help, then he searched the pockets of his jacket. "Would this help?" he asked
showing Mamoru a crumpled piece of paper.
"Sure." Mamoru answered,
taking the piece of paper that Trunks offered him. Placing it on his desk, he tried to take out the wrinkles. Taking one pen from the desk, he started
writing on it. After a few minutes he
finished and started folding it as neatly as possible. "Here." He said handing the paper to Trunks.
"Thanks." He finished softly.
"Hey, no problem bro." Said
Trunks while heading to the door.
"Thanks again." Said Mamoru
sincerely. Trunks just nodded and
headed out.
'We did it' Love and
Mischief said in unison taking their hands and jumping up and down making the
victory dance.
*Yes, we did it. * Mamoru
joined in the celebration.
'Mamoru…' Common Sense
interrupted 'I would suggest that you stop this nonsense at once, and to go to
sleep.' He finished in a commanding voice.
"Yes sir." Mamoru said
mockingly.
'Mamoru!!!' Common Sense
said exasperated.
"Ok, ok." Mamoru said
resigned and started undressing (WD *drools…keeps drooling…has a pool of drool
around her feet.*)
'And stop the name
calling!!!' Common Sense said seriously.
After that Mamoru was
'alone'. He walked towards the bed,
suddenly very tired. He let himself
fall in top of it. Taking a deep breath
he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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In some remote part of the
forest.
In the moonless night a
shadow crept into a cavern-like laboratory, carefully hidden to avoid being seen
from unwanted eyes.
"I see you came." A deep
male voice said from inside the cave.
"Yes, old man. I'm here, so
what do you want?" The form said trying to sound regal, lifting the hood and
revealing a female face. "Have you ever tried to change your attire? Maybe
something more mysterious or more royal-like fit for an emperor, old man?" She
said deceptively.
"Don't call me old man! I
told you a thousand times that my name is-" He couldn't finish when she lifted
a hand to stop him, interrupting him.
"And you will say it a
thousand more, and I don't care. But if makes you feel
better, let me tell you that I know what you're name is old man it all
consist if I want to use it or not. Have you ever tried changing it?"
"Rrrrr, you're insufferable!
And what's wrong with my attire?" He said indignantly "I'm working with you for
only one reason and one reason only!" He yelled exasperated.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you're
the great and magnificent blah, blah, blah, but believe me I will not fail like
those other two good for nothing that crossed you." She said in a frosty voice.
"Just remember that this
alliance will benefit both of us. We
will carry out our vengeance. I will take care of those damned senshi and
you'll have your prince." He said with
a sparkle on his eyes.
"Yes, I will have my
revenge. They will pay for not letting
me get my hands on those seven crystal balls. But when I do, all my wishes will
come true HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I will have my revenge over those pesky senshis,
and what they did to my master and me. And then, I will be the ruler of the universe fulfilling my destiny.
Mwahahaha!!!" She laughed manically.
"Get those four that work
for you, we'll start the operation right away." The 'old man' went to the
opening of the cave.
"Umm, I had a little problem
with one of them, and now he is, how can I say it, disabled at the moment." She
said almost as an apology.
"How is that?" He frowned.
"Well, lets say that he is
out cold (chuckle) He's dead frozen. Now the others call themselves 'The
Triad'." She shrugged.
"Whatever, as long that they
can do their job, it doesn't matter how many of them are there." He said
matter-of-fact.
"Very well then, I'll send
them immediately." With that she disappeared.
"Soon, very soon I'll have
my revenge over you. Mwahahahahahahahah!"
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-People
stare at the computer screen expecting for more, seeing nothing, they start to
boo at the writers- (WD: "Yes, is at this moment that you remembered that is
'writers' instead of 'writer', right?")
Fire
Dragon intents to ignore the comment "Well people this is it! This is our
longest chapter. YAY!!! So if you expected more you'll just have to deal with
it or review A LOT for us to have an incentive to keep writing." –Fire Dragon
turns to Water Dragon-
Water
Dragon "What?!?! (crosses her arms over her chest) I don't have any final thoughts to leave you with. What do you want me to say?!?!"
Fire
Dragon (sweat drops) "Umm…Ok…so…whatever… Until next time, and remember to
review! Ja."