Hi everyone!! Me again!!! I'm just back from sending my evil minions after all ye who didn't
review the first time, so either review now to save your skins, or WATCH YOUR BACK!!! **insert evil
laughter here**
Sorry my chapters are so few and far between, but I start my Leaving Cert in two days (ie. big
imposible 3 week exam which will decide whether I get into college) so my time is limited. After that I
promise I'll do better. I have big plans for this fic…..
OK. Note number one. When Trunks came back from the future again, the differences between the
two dimensions had caused time to pass differently. Very little time in Trunks' dimension, and almost six
years with the Z-Warriors. Hence Little Trunks, Goten and Gohan are older.
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The Trial of Sailor Earth Ch 1
The plane thudded down on the runway with a shudder, and Lysandria peeped out the window at
her first view of Japan. She was somewhat disappointed to find that it looked much like all the other
countries she had been to.
After the customary flurry of activity when the plane came to a standstill, she found herself
leaning on her disguised staff, feeling somewhat dazed, beside her two suitcases.
He foster-parents, Robert and Kathryn, who were touring the world "in style", had decided to
make Japan next on their list of places to live in, and so they had moved here for six months, and were
currently trying to secure transport to their new mansion. She left them to it. They could have easily hailed
a Taxi, but they wanted a limousine. Taxis were just "beneath their social status".
When Robert finally found a vehicle large enough to contain his ego, he beckoned her over
imperiously and the three of them sat in. About ten minutes into the journey to their new suburban home,
Robert launched into the lecture he always gave on arriving in a new place.
"Now Lysandria, you are enrolled in a College as of tomorrow. There's a room prepared for you at
the mansion. I'm holding a party to introduce myself this Friday, and I will require your presence. Dress
your best and pretend, at least, to be a dutiful, obedient foster-daughter. Until then I don't want to see even
a trace of you. Understand? My colleagues and I don't need the likes of you bothering us."
When Lysandria failed to nod in agreement, Kathryn took up her thread of the lecture. "Don't look
at your guardian like that young lady! He's too good to keep you. If it were up to me we should have left
you to fend for yourself on the streets! And can you blame me? No one else wanted you! Your own mother
abandoned you the day you were born, and my own dear sister, God rest her soul, who adopted you, she
died two years later. I have always said I suspected it was your presence that drove her to an early grave.
She died to get away from you and sometimes I can't say I blame her!
"When she died leaving all her fortune to Robert and myself, why, we had no desire at all to take
you in, but we did, and we have provided for you ever since. All we ask for in return is your respect, your
obedience, and for you to keep to yourself and not bother us. Is that too much to ask after all we've done
for you?"
Lysandria's eyes stung, but the accusations didn't hurt as much as usual. She may be completely
unloved in this world, but here in Japan she might find one that had loved her in another life. By
interpreting the constantly evolving images that formed on the wood of her staff, she had learned that the
scouts were somewhere in Tokyo. The information was a gift from the Earth itself to its servant, through its
representative, her staff.
All she had to do now was find the scouts, and they would lead her to Darien. Soon…… As the
car sped towards her new home, she gazed out the window and wondered what she would do when she
found them. Or what they would do…..
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Searing pain. Hauntingly beautiful and familiar girl. Lonely oblivion.
Trunks sat up with a gasp, and let his breath out slowly when he realized it was another nightmare.
The same one that had been plaguing him for two weeks without a break. He collapsed back in the bed. He
hadn't had a proper night's sleep since it started, and he was beginning to have difficulty hiding his
exhaustion from his friends and family.
Bulma especially was looking at him worriedly over the past few days. She knew him as well as if
she were his real mother. When he had returned to his future only to be confronted with his mother's grave,
he had hunted down the androids with his new skill and then fled his home to return to his friends in the
past, hoping desperately that they would accept his presence among them for even a short while longer, that
he would not be totally alone.
The Defenders of the Earth had surpassed even his most secret wishes. They had been overjoyed
to see him again, and deeply sympathetic to hear of his mother's death. Bulma had adopted him into her
family immediately, and within weeks become a second mother to him, looking on him as her own son and
an older brother to her own son Trunks. The rest of the gang had made him feel completely welcome. Even
Piccolo, who didn't express any emotion on his return, made him feel welcome simply by accepting him
unquestioningly. Only Vegeta refused to welcome him, but Trunks understood his father's pride and
continued to respect him from a distance, training with him when he demanded, determined to win his
respect.
Now, a year after he had come to stay, he truly belonged. He had a life, and friends, and at
Bulma's insistence, he was starting college. College…….
As if on queue, the alarm clock woke up with a sharp 'brrring', and proceeded to shake itself off
the table in his enthusiasm to wake him.
He rolled out of bed with a start, shocked out of his remembrance by the noise, and fumbled on the
floor for the shrill object. College!!! This was the morning he was supposed to be starting. Bulma had
enrolled him, and despite the fact that he had no desire to attend, he could refuse her nothing, and promised
to go. Now he was late on his first day. What a start.
He struggled to the sink and splashed his face to wake up. As he made his was downstairs he
grinned. He could always sleep during class anyway…
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Trunks stood outside the college office he had been directed to and stifled a yawn. After actually
managing to arrive in college on time, he had spent the whole morning cooling his heels in front of an
office, waiting to be "shown around the complex". Leaning against the door, he concluded that he had
been forgotten about.
He glanced idly at the girl who inhabited the main corridor with him. She had dashed in the main
door of the college more than an hour after classes began, and after introducing herself to one of the
secretaries, had been directed over to sit in front of the same door Trunks was glaring at. Presumably she
was on her first day also.
She had light blonde hair, which tumbled in waves to below her waist, and from Trunks' side view
it completely obscured her face. Dressed casually in loose jeans and a lavender baby-t, she looked
completely at ease, but something in her posture suggested that her mind was miles away.
Lysandria's mind was in fact centuries away. Since her thoughtless guardian had been inconsiderate
enough to enroll her in a Japanese speaking school, a language she had never learned in this life, she was
trying as hard as she could to remember as much of the language as she could from a life she had lived here
years ago. It took so much concentration that she was almost oblivious to the tall muscular stranger who
waited behind her.
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Without warning the office door swung open, revealing a short, stocky middle-aged man with a
wide friendly smile. He smiled welcomingly at the two occupants of the hall and gestured them to follow
him into the room.
Once they were seated in front of him at his desk, he introduced himself. "My name is Mr. Ryodo,
and I am the director of this educational establishment. If you have any problems come straight to me, and
we'll sort them out. Now to business." He glances at the two files that lay open on the table in front of him.
"Now you are both to start a computer and technology course tomorrow, am I right?" Without waiting for
answers, he continued. "Now since the two of you are joining us in the middle of the year, everyone else is
familiar with the college, and you may have some difficulty getting used to the place. I want you to stick
together as much as possible until you familiarize yourselves with the way things are run here. Now, why
don't you introduce yourselves to each-other while I find you a guide to show you around the college."
With that he was gone, leaving the two sitting awkwardly at his desk in silence. Trunks was first
to speak, but he didn't say much. "Hi. I'm Trunks." His heart almost stopped when she turned to him with a
stunning smile. Intense pain… The girls face… Oblivion. It was HER!! Her features were different, but the
eyes… her deep intense lavender eyes were the eyes that gazed at him sorrowfully every night. He was sure
of it. But how?
He blinked and listened to what she was saying. "My name is Lysandria. Nice to meet you. I just
moved here from Ireland, so I'm sorry if my accent is a little rusty." She bestowed him with another wide
smile. She appeared to have no idea the effect she was having on him. But if she didn't know she appeared
in his dreams every night, then why was it happening? He shrugged mentally. If he was to be spending a lot
of time with her over the next few days, he might find out why her eyes were so familiar.
Lysandria for her part easily squelched the strong sense of déja-vu she felt when looking at him,
figuring that he must just remind her of someone she knew in a past life. The unfamiliar feeling in the in
the pit of her stomach, she ignored, deciding that if she didn't recognize it, it must be her imagination.
There was nothing unusual about Trunks, if one ignored the fact that he was incredibly good–looking.
Unused to company other than his own family and friends, Trunks was thinking of something to
say when the door swung open again, to admit Mr. Ryodo and a girl who was probably to be their guide.
She looked fmiliar and Trunks looked at her for a moment. Then he smiled. "Amy! Hi!"
Mr. Ryodo blinked for a moment. "So you know Amy? Wonderful it will make thinks much
easier. I chose well. Would you please introduce Amy and Lysandria, and the tour can commence. Come to
me if you have any problems settling in." With that, they found themselves standing again outside in the
hall, looking at a closed door.
"Well…umm… Amy, this is Lysandria. Lysandria, Amy. I didn't know you came to this school
Amy!" Trunks thought back to his last meeting with Sailor Mercury and her friends and realized that that
was no surprise. He knew very little about her and her friends the Sailor Scouts. In fact he only knew their
real identities because he had recognized their Ki signature accidentally when they had joined forces six
months ago to defeat one of the many threats to the Earth.
Amy smiled. "Well I didn't know you would be coming here either Trunks, but it's great that you
are. This is a wonderful college." She turned to Lysandria. "It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the school.
As Trunks said, my name is Amy, and if you'll follow me, I'll show you around. I can't spend too long
though, as I have lots of study to do."
Amy proved to be the perfect choice for a tour. She knew every inch of the complex, and was very
practical and organized. In only an hour and a half, she had reached an end of the tour. To her
disappointment, they hadn't been overly excited by the fantastic educationally facilities available in the
college, both being more impressed by the Sports complex, but she supposed it didn't matter.
It was by now mid afternoon, and four other girls, introduced as Mina, Lita, Serena and Rei
suddenly joined Amy. They all seemed pretty nice, and they all know Trunks, which made Lysandria feel a
little left out, but she didn't mind. They still included her, and that was more than any students at any other
college had ever done before.
Her guardians had traveled all over the world, living for a few months in each place, and
everywhere they went, Lysandeia joined a new school, with new people, and was ignored. Other students
whispered and behind her back, ignored her when she tried to join them, laughed at her when her back was
turned and generally made her feel unwanted and despised. She couldn't understand it. Never, in any of the
previous lives she had lived had she been hated so for no reason.
But here, for the first time, students were talking to her. More, they were trying to make her feel
welcome. She didn't really know how to react to this, but she was happy just to just lie back on the grass
they were sitting on and simply be a part of the group.
One thing bothered her about the newcomers however. Mina and Lita were looking at Trunks with
an almost predatory intensity. He seemed oblivious, but for some reason every time Lysandria noticed it,
the strange unfamiliar feeling in her stomach returned. She couldn't identify it, and so she continued trying
to ignore it, but she couldn't shake the incomprehensible longing to be alone with him again.
Because of this, when lunch ended and Trunks suggested that since they had no classes until the
next day he could spend the evening showing her around the city, she accepted enthusiastically.
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"…And this is the arcade. I bring my brother Trunks here sometimes." Trunks gestured n the
general direction of a big arcade, while Lysandria frowned in confusion. "I thought your name is Trunks.
How can you and your brother both have the same name?"
Trunks shrugged. "Oh yea… Well… They're…umm… spelled differently. It's a family custom."
He held his breath until she appeared to accept this, then smiled in relief. He had no intention of telling her
he was a half-breed alien from a hellish future. That wouldn't help his chances of becoming good friends
with her, or possibly more? He didn't know. All he knew was that the more time he spent around her, the
more time he wanted to spend with her.
Once he had gotten past her initial shyness, she had revealed a highly developed and refreshingly
ironic sense of humor that fascinated him. Everything she felt could be read clearly in her eyes, but
occasionally, when she thought he wasn't watching, there was a hint of loss or pain, of something in her
past that haunted her. She said nothing, but this suggestion of past suffering made him feel more
comfortable in her presence than in anyone's besides the other Z-Warriors. He too had a painful past, and
perhaps she would understand.
She possessed an infectious enthusiasm, and, as he had expected when he showed it to her, she
insisted on exploring the arcade. While she sampled the many games the place had to offer, she asked him
to tell her about his family.
Wonderful. How could he describe his family and still sound relatively normal? Twenty minutes
and a whole heap of omissions later he had done just that, and looked at Lysandria, who was battling
viciously with some mutant aliens on the screen in front of her. Holding an arcade-style gun aimed at the
creatures, she was killing them with remarkable accuracy. Her look of profound concentration as she stared
at he screen was adorable, and he couldn't help smiling. He had lost the ability to enjoy something as false
as computer games when he had seen the horror of true invaders, and he often regretted its loss when he
watched his younger self and Goten playing.
She was so involved in the game that she mightn't have been listening to him at all, but somehow
he knew she had heard every word. This was confirmed a moment after he finished speaking when she
commented without looking away from the screen, "Wow! Your mom sounds…" She aimed and shot.
"…So Nice! I'd love to…" shot "…meet her. And your …" shot "… Little brother sounds adorable! I
don't…" shot "… think your dad would …" shot "… like me very much though. I'm not…" shot
"…serious enough." Another shot and she passed onto the next level.
"Vegeta? He doesn't really like anyone that he'll admit to. He's very proud. But I've told you all
about me. What about your family? What are they like?"
The minute he mentioned her family, Lysandria gave a start, and her momentary lapse of
concentration cost her the game. She shrugged and put up the gun, then turned to Trunks.
"Umm.. I'm here in Japan with my foster-parents. I have no parents, and I have no brother or sister
that I know of. That's it really." With a sigh, she picked up her bag from where it lay beside the game she
had been playing, and strolled out of the arcade, followed by Trunks. It was a pity he had mentioned her
family. She had actually been having fun. She hadn't thought she knew how any more.
He was the first person to have been so nice to her yet in this life. He was kind, considerate, and
patient with her impulsiveness, a trait he had displayed when he had waited for her to play in the arcade. He
was incredibly good looking, and he was enjoyable fun company even though he didn't realize it himself.
The way he spoke of his family fascinated her. Respect, affection, protectiveness, emotions she
couldn't associate with family in this life. She hadn't felt so strongly about family since the Silver
Millennium. But she couldn't tell him about that family. He'd think she was crazy. She didn't want him to
brand her crazy. In his presence she was able to forget her life, her past, her quest, everything. She could
just be herself, and he accepted her that way. The feeling she felt while around him was so unfamiliar. She
was at a loss to describe it, and in all her many lives she had never felt it before.
He followed her out and looked at the darkening sky. Wow! I hadn't realized time was passing so
quickly. I was due back at mid-day!" He smiled. "I'd better get back. I'll see you in class tomorrow?"
Lysandria nodded and watched as he waved and strolled around the corner.
As soon as Trunks was out of sight, he powered up and flew off. Bulma would be worried.
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Left by herself, Lysandria walked quickly over to the nearby park, and climbed over the gate,
which was locked for the night, not stopping until she was well hidden amongst the trees of the empty park.
When she was sure she was alone, she took a deep breath and stretched out her arm. She made a curious
twisting gesture with her hand, and her staff appeared in the air at her fingertips. She gazed at it for a
moment before taking it in her hand and jabbing the end of it down into the Earth. Now was the moment of
truth. Time to see if the Staff would do what it was supposed to.
She took another deep breath to center herself and cried, "EARTH POWER!!" There was a
moment of silence in which she began to feel slightly foolish, before silver energy rushed up out of the
Earth to surround her. She lost control of her body completely as it stretched out to allow the tendrils of
energy that wrapped themselves around her to solidify into a tight costume. The feeling of power was
wonderful and she lost herself in it for a moment.
Then the light died and she looked down at herself. She was clad in a white, yellow and lavender
Sailor Fuku, with knee-high boots, a torc, and a golden tiara, which she pulled off to examine. In its center
shone a large emerald the same shades as that which adorned her staff.
She shook her head in disappointment and put the tiara back on her forehead. How was she
supposed to search the city for the Scouts looking like this? It just wasn't her style. For one thing it would
never blend into the shadows, and she certainly didn't want people to see her hopping along the rooftops.
She would have to change it. She glanced at her reflection in a nearby pond and her decision was
reinforced. She looked totally out of place.
Gripping the top of her staff in her hands, she concentrated hard, and the energy surrounded her
again, more gently this time, as she was already 'transformed'. Slowly, the Sailor Fuku lost its
ornamentation and ribbons and darkened until it was a plain jet black. The boots turned black, and the
neckline raised up into a collar.
She looked into the pond again and smiled at her reflection. She concentrated again and added a
black cloak and a thin dark purple sash. The tiara she decided to keep. She didn't even recognize her
reflection. The beautiful mysterious confident young woman in the pond bore no resemblance to how she
felt on the inside.
Her blood rushed with excitement and exhilaration as she grabbed her staff and left the park. She
spent the night racing across the rooftops searching for traces of the Sailor Scouts and the Moon Princess,
and most importantly Prince Darien. It was a big city and she saw no trace of them all night, but she was
confidant that she would eventually. She would search again each night until she did.
She returned to the house of her guardians, and crept into the room assigned to her, careful not to
wake her guardians. For the first time being in the same house as them failed to lower her spirits. She had
new friends, a chance at finding Darien and the Moon Princess, and she would be seeing Trunks the next
morning. And above all, she was once again Sailor Earth, as she had always been meant to be.
She curled up in bed with a smile, and closed her eyes. Only two hours of sleep remained. She
would have to make the most of them.
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She was totally oblivious to the conversation that had taken place in the house earlier that night.
"She's nearly eighteen. You said she would have suicided ages before her eighteenth birthday!"
"Yes but…"
"No buts! If she is alive when she turns eighteen then all the money my adoring sister willed to her
will become legally hers, and we will no longer have access to it!"
"But she has no idea that the money is really hers!"
"She could find out! And then we would go back to being working-class citizens! I don't want that
life again. We are only truly secure when she is dead! Why hasn't she killed herself yet? You're the one
with the psychology degree. We did everything you said. She's never had any friends, no loving family, no
support... We've made her feel as worthless as we possibly can and yet she clings to her solitary pointless
existence! Why? And how can we put an end to it?"
"She's obviously stronger than we thought. We may have to take further steps. We can't kill her
out-right. Nothing must point a finger at us. But there are other ways to lead her down the destructive path
to death. I must think about it."
"Hurry. We have only a few weeks left! We can't make any mistakes. Did you circulate the
rumors in this school? The last thing we need is for her to make some friends."
"No need for rumors this time. I sent her to a Japanese speaking school. She's not likely to be
making friends any time soon." A cruel masculine laugh echoed around the room, joined quickly by
equally malevolent feminine laughter.
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From a hidden plane of existence, a sinister mind was totally focused on the sleeping form shown
in her mirror. The one who had locked her away in her hellish prison all those thousands of years ago
walked the Earth again, and slept on, oblivious to her observation. She was now almost free of the magic
that bound her to her tomb, and soon, she would have her revenge!
Considering the emotional instability she had observed in the current incarnation of her target, her
vengeance would not be difficult. First, she would destroy her life, then, she would take her soul and lock it
away in the same hellish prison that the girl had bound her in.
Sailor Earth, defender of the Earth-Realm for thousands of years and Guardian against Demons
would herself suffer the fate she had inflicted on so many of Earth's demonic population.
But before the eternal torment of her soul, her life on Earth would be destroyed. The demon would
relish it. She continued watching and observing, gathering information to base her plots on.
Soon… but until then, she would send some of her underlinings to keep the story… interesting.
Some of her shape-shifting servants perhaps?
There was no way that Sailor Earth would escape her grasp a second time, for he was no ordinary
demon. She was Delona, one of the Seven Great Demon Lords of the Earth-Realm, and her powers had
grown ten-fold since their last encounter….
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Ok that's it for now!!! More coming!!! Next chapter has Lysandria meeting the scouts, Trunks
meeting Sailor Earth, developments on the two plot against Lysandria, and possibly the story of her first
life and why she is so majorly uncertain about meeting the Scouts. THAT'S gonna be the fun part…. ?
OK thanks for reading now REVIEW!!!!! NOW!!!!!
review the first time, so either review now to save your skins, or WATCH YOUR BACK!!! **insert evil
laughter here**
Sorry my chapters are so few and far between, but I start my Leaving Cert in two days (ie. big
imposible 3 week exam which will decide whether I get into college) so my time is limited. After that I
promise I'll do better. I have big plans for this fic…..
OK. Note number one. When Trunks came back from the future again, the differences between the
two dimensions had caused time to pass differently. Very little time in Trunks' dimension, and almost six
years with the Z-Warriors. Hence Little Trunks, Goten and Gohan are older.
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The Trial of Sailor Earth Ch 1
The plane thudded down on the runway with a shudder, and Lysandria peeped out the window at
her first view of Japan. She was somewhat disappointed to find that it looked much like all the other
countries she had been to.
After the customary flurry of activity when the plane came to a standstill, she found herself
leaning on her disguised staff, feeling somewhat dazed, beside her two suitcases.
He foster-parents, Robert and Kathryn, who were touring the world "in style", had decided to
make Japan next on their list of places to live in, and so they had moved here for six months, and were
currently trying to secure transport to their new mansion. She left them to it. They could have easily hailed
a Taxi, but they wanted a limousine. Taxis were just "beneath their social status".
When Robert finally found a vehicle large enough to contain his ego, he beckoned her over
imperiously and the three of them sat in. About ten minutes into the journey to their new suburban home,
Robert launched into the lecture he always gave on arriving in a new place.
"Now Lysandria, you are enrolled in a College as of tomorrow. There's a room prepared for you at
the mansion. I'm holding a party to introduce myself this Friday, and I will require your presence. Dress
your best and pretend, at least, to be a dutiful, obedient foster-daughter. Until then I don't want to see even
a trace of you. Understand? My colleagues and I don't need the likes of you bothering us."
When Lysandria failed to nod in agreement, Kathryn took up her thread of the lecture. "Don't look
at your guardian like that young lady! He's too good to keep you. If it were up to me we should have left
you to fend for yourself on the streets! And can you blame me? No one else wanted you! Your own mother
abandoned you the day you were born, and my own dear sister, God rest her soul, who adopted you, she
died two years later. I have always said I suspected it was your presence that drove her to an early grave.
She died to get away from you and sometimes I can't say I blame her!
"When she died leaving all her fortune to Robert and myself, why, we had no desire at all to take
you in, but we did, and we have provided for you ever since. All we ask for in return is your respect, your
obedience, and for you to keep to yourself and not bother us. Is that too much to ask after all we've done
for you?"
Lysandria's eyes stung, but the accusations didn't hurt as much as usual. She may be completely
unloved in this world, but here in Japan she might find one that had loved her in another life. By
interpreting the constantly evolving images that formed on the wood of her staff, she had learned that the
scouts were somewhere in Tokyo. The information was a gift from the Earth itself to its servant, through its
representative, her staff.
All she had to do now was find the scouts, and they would lead her to Darien. Soon…… As the
car sped towards her new home, she gazed out the window and wondered what she would do when she
found them. Or what they would do…..
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Searing pain. Hauntingly beautiful and familiar girl. Lonely oblivion.
Trunks sat up with a gasp, and let his breath out slowly when he realized it was another nightmare.
The same one that had been plaguing him for two weeks without a break. He collapsed back in the bed. He
hadn't had a proper night's sleep since it started, and he was beginning to have difficulty hiding his
exhaustion from his friends and family.
Bulma especially was looking at him worriedly over the past few days. She knew him as well as if
she were his real mother. When he had returned to his future only to be confronted with his mother's grave,
he had hunted down the androids with his new skill and then fled his home to return to his friends in the
past, hoping desperately that they would accept his presence among them for even a short while longer, that
he would not be totally alone.
The Defenders of the Earth had surpassed even his most secret wishes. They had been overjoyed
to see him again, and deeply sympathetic to hear of his mother's death. Bulma had adopted him into her
family immediately, and within weeks become a second mother to him, looking on him as her own son and
an older brother to her own son Trunks. The rest of the gang had made him feel completely welcome. Even
Piccolo, who didn't express any emotion on his return, made him feel welcome simply by accepting him
unquestioningly. Only Vegeta refused to welcome him, but Trunks understood his father's pride and
continued to respect him from a distance, training with him when he demanded, determined to win his
respect.
Now, a year after he had come to stay, he truly belonged. He had a life, and friends, and at
Bulma's insistence, he was starting college. College…….
As if on queue, the alarm clock woke up with a sharp 'brrring', and proceeded to shake itself off
the table in his enthusiasm to wake him.
He rolled out of bed with a start, shocked out of his remembrance by the noise, and fumbled on the
floor for the shrill object. College!!! This was the morning he was supposed to be starting. Bulma had
enrolled him, and despite the fact that he had no desire to attend, he could refuse her nothing, and promised
to go. Now he was late on his first day. What a start.
He struggled to the sink and splashed his face to wake up. As he made his was downstairs he
grinned. He could always sleep during class anyway…
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Trunks stood outside the college office he had been directed to and stifled a yawn. After actually
managing to arrive in college on time, he had spent the whole morning cooling his heels in front of an
office, waiting to be "shown around the complex". Leaning against the door, he concluded that he had
been forgotten about.
He glanced idly at the girl who inhabited the main corridor with him. She had dashed in the main
door of the college more than an hour after classes began, and after introducing herself to one of the
secretaries, had been directed over to sit in front of the same door Trunks was glaring at. Presumably she
was on her first day also.
She had light blonde hair, which tumbled in waves to below her waist, and from Trunks' side view
it completely obscured her face. Dressed casually in loose jeans and a lavender baby-t, she looked
completely at ease, but something in her posture suggested that her mind was miles away.
Lysandria's mind was in fact centuries away. Since her thoughtless guardian had been inconsiderate
enough to enroll her in a Japanese speaking school, a language she had never learned in this life, she was
trying as hard as she could to remember as much of the language as she could from a life she had lived here
years ago. It took so much concentration that she was almost oblivious to the tall muscular stranger who
waited behind her.
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Without warning the office door swung open, revealing a short, stocky middle-aged man with a
wide friendly smile. He smiled welcomingly at the two occupants of the hall and gestured them to follow
him into the room.
Once they were seated in front of him at his desk, he introduced himself. "My name is Mr. Ryodo,
and I am the director of this educational establishment. If you have any problems come straight to me, and
we'll sort them out. Now to business." He glances at the two files that lay open on the table in front of him.
"Now you are both to start a computer and technology course tomorrow, am I right?" Without waiting for
answers, he continued. "Now since the two of you are joining us in the middle of the year, everyone else is
familiar with the college, and you may have some difficulty getting used to the place. I want you to stick
together as much as possible until you familiarize yourselves with the way things are run here. Now, why
don't you introduce yourselves to each-other while I find you a guide to show you around the college."
With that he was gone, leaving the two sitting awkwardly at his desk in silence. Trunks was first
to speak, but he didn't say much. "Hi. I'm Trunks." His heart almost stopped when she turned to him with a
stunning smile. Intense pain… The girls face… Oblivion. It was HER!! Her features were different, but the
eyes… her deep intense lavender eyes were the eyes that gazed at him sorrowfully every night. He was sure
of it. But how?
He blinked and listened to what she was saying. "My name is Lysandria. Nice to meet you. I just
moved here from Ireland, so I'm sorry if my accent is a little rusty." She bestowed him with another wide
smile. She appeared to have no idea the effect she was having on him. But if she didn't know she appeared
in his dreams every night, then why was it happening? He shrugged mentally. If he was to be spending a lot
of time with her over the next few days, he might find out why her eyes were so familiar.
Lysandria for her part easily squelched the strong sense of déja-vu she felt when looking at him,
figuring that he must just remind her of someone she knew in a past life. The unfamiliar feeling in the in
the pit of her stomach, she ignored, deciding that if she didn't recognize it, it must be her imagination.
There was nothing unusual about Trunks, if one ignored the fact that he was incredibly good–looking.
Unused to company other than his own family and friends, Trunks was thinking of something to
say when the door swung open again, to admit Mr. Ryodo and a girl who was probably to be their guide.
She looked fmiliar and Trunks looked at her for a moment. Then he smiled. "Amy! Hi!"
Mr. Ryodo blinked for a moment. "So you know Amy? Wonderful it will make thinks much
easier. I chose well. Would you please introduce Amy and Lysandria, and the tour can commence. Come to
me if you have any problems settling in." With that, they found themselves standing again outside in the
hall, looking at a closed door.
"Well…umm… Amy, this is Lysandria. Lysandria, Amy. I didn't know you came to this school
Amy!" Trunks thought back to his last meeting with Sailor Mercury and her friends and realized that that
was no surprise. He knew very little about her and her friends the Sailor Scouts. In fact he only knew their
real identities because he had recognized their Ki signature accidentally when they had joined forces six
months ago to defeat one of the many threats to the Earth.
Amy smiled. "Well I didn't know you would be coming here either Trunks, but it's great that you
are. This is a wonderful college." She turned to Lysandria. "It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the school.
As Trunks said, my name is Amy, and if you'll follow me, I'll show you around. I can't spend too long
though, as I have lots of study to do."
Amy proved to be the perfect choice for a tour. She knew every inch of the complex, and was very
practical and organized. In only an hour and a half, she had reached an end of the tour. To her
disappointment, they hadn't been overly excited by the fantastic educationally facilities available in the
college, both being more impressed by the Sports complex, but she supposed it didn't matter.
It was by now mid afternoon, and four other girls, introduced as Mina, Lita, Serena and Rei
suddenly joined Amy. They all seemed pretty nice, and they all know Trunks, which made Lysandria feel a
little left out, but she didn't mind. They still included her, and that was more than any students at any other
college had ever done before.
Her guardians had traveled all over the world, living for a few months in each place, and
everywhere they went, Lysandeia joined a new school, with new people, and was ignored. Other students
whispered and behind her back, ignored her when she tried to join them, laughed at her when her back was
turned and generally made her feel unwanted and despised. She couldn't understand it. Never, in any of the
previous lives she had lived had she been hated so for no reason.
But here, for the first time, students were talking to her. More, they were trying to make her feel
welcome. She didn't really know how to react to this, but she was happy just to just lie back on the grass
they were sitting on and simply be a part of the group.
One thing bothered her about the newcomers however. Mina and Lita were looking at Trunks with
an almost predatory intensity. He seemed oblivious, but for some reason every time Lysandria noticed it,
the strange unfamiliar feeling in her stomach returned. She couldn't identify it, and so she continued trying
to ignore it, but she couldn't shake the incomprehensible longing to be alone with him again.
Because of this, when lunch ended and Trunks suggested that since they had no classes until the
next day he could spend the evening showing her around the city, she accepted enthusiastically.
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"…And this is the arcade. I bring my brother Trunks here sometimes." Trunks gestured n the
general direction of a big arcade, while Lysandria frowned in confusion. "I thought your name is Trunks.
How can you and your brother both have the same name?"
Trunks shrugged. "Oh yea… Well… They're…umm… spelled differently. It's a family custom."
He held his breath until she appeared to accept this, then smiled in relief. He had no intention of telling her
he was a half-breed alien from a hellish future. That wouldn't help his chances of becoming good friends
with her, or possibly more? He didn't know. All he knew was that the more time he spent around her, the
more time he wanted to spend with her.
Once he had gotten past her initial shyness, she had revealed a highly developed and refreshingly
ironic sense of humor that fascinated him. Everything she felt could be read clearly in her eyes, but
occasionally, when she thought he wasn't watching, there was a hint of loss or pain, of something in her
past that haunted her. She said nothing, but this suggestion of past suffering made him feel more
comfortable in her presence than in anyone's besides the other Z-Warriors. He too had a painful past, and
perhaps she would understand.
She possessed an infectious enthusiasm, and, as he had expected when he showed it to her, she
insisted on exploring the arcade. While she sampled the many games the place had to offer, she asked him
to tell her about his family.
Wonderful. How could he describe his family and still sound relatively normal? Twenty minutes
and a whole heap of omissions later he had done just that, and looked at Lysandria, who was battling
viciously with some mutant aliens on the screen in front of her. Holding an arcade-style gun aimed at the
creatures, she was killing them with remarkable accuracy. Her look of profound concentration as she stared
at he screen was adorable, and he couldn't help smiling. He had lost the ability to enjoy something as false
as computer games when he had seen the horror of true invaders, and he often regretted its loss when he
watched his younger self and Goten playing.
She was so involved in the game that she mightn't have been listening to him at all, but somehow
he knew she had heard every word. This was confirmed a moment after he finished speaking when she
commented without looking away from the screen, "Wow! Your mom sounds…" She aimed and shot.
"…So Nice! I'd love to…" shot "…meet her. And your …" shot "… Little brother sounds adorable! I
don't…" shot "… think your dad would …" shot "… like me very much though. I'm not…" shot
"…serious enough." Another shot and she passed onto the next level.
"Vegeta? He doesn't really like anyone that he'll admit to. He's very proud. But I've told you all
about me. What about your family? What are they like?"
The minute he mentioned her family, Lysandria gave a start, and her momentary lapse of
concentration cost her the game. She shrugged and put up the gun, then turned to Trunks.
"Umm.. I'm here in Japan with my foster-parents. I have no parents, and I have no brother or sister
that I know of. That's it really." With a sigh, she picked up her bag from where it lay beside the game she
had been playing, and strolled out of the arcade, followed by Trunks. It was a pity he had mentioned her
family. She had actually been having fun. She hadn't thought she knew how any more.
He was the first person to have been so nice to her yet in this life. He was kind, considerate, and
patient with her impulsiveness, a trait he had displayed when he had waited for her to play in the arcade. He
was incredibly good looking, and he was enjoyable fun company even though he didn't realize it himself.
The way he spoke of his family fascinated her. Respect, affection, protectiveness, emotions she
couldn't associate with family in this life. She hadn't felt so strongly about family since the Silver
Millennium. But she couldn't tell him about that family. He'd think she was crazy. She didn't want him to
brand her crazy. In his presence she was able to forget her life, her past, her quest, everything. She could
just be herself, and he accepted her that way. The feeling she felt while around him was so unfamiliar. She
was at a loss to describe it, and in all her many lives she had never felt it before.
He followed her out and looked at the darkening sky. Wow! I hadn't realized time was passing so
quickly. I was due back at mid-day!" He smiled. "I'd better get back. I'll see you in class tomorrow?"
Lysandria nodded and watched as he waved and strolled around the corner.
As soon as Trunks was out of sight, he powered up and flew off. Bulma would be worried.
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Left by herself, Lysandria walked quickly over to the nearby park, and climbed over the gate,
which was locked for the night, not stopping until she was well hidden amongst the trees of the empty park.
When she was sure she was alone, she took a deep breath and stretched out her arm. She made a curious
twisting gesture with her hand, and her staff appeared in the air at her fingertips. She gazed at it for a
moment before taking it in her hand and jabbing the end of it down into the Earth. Now was the moment of
truth. Time to see if the Staff would do what it was supposed to.
She took another deep breath to center herself and cried, "EARTH POWER!!" There was a
moment of silence in which she began to feel slightly foolish, before silver energy rushed up out of the
Earth to surround her. She lost control of her body completely as it stretched out to allow the tendrils of
energy that wrapped themselves around her to solidify into a tight costume. The feeling of power was
wonderful and she lost herself in it for a moment.
Then the light died and she looked down at herself. She was clad in a white, yellow and lavender
Sailor Fuku, with knee-high boots, a torc, and a golden tiara, which she pulled off to examine. In its center
shone a large emerald the same shades as that which adorned her staff.
She shook her head in disappointment and put the tiara back on her forehead. How was she
supposed to search the city for the Scouts looking like this? It just wasn't her style. For one thing it would
never blend into the shadows, and she certainly didn't want people to see her hopping along the rooftops.
She would have to change it. She glanced at her reflection in a nearby pond and her decision was
reinforced. She looked totally out of place.
Gripping the top of her staff in her hands, she concentrated hard, and the energy surrounded her
again, more gently this time, as she was already 'transformed'. Slowly, the Sailor Fuku lost its
ornamentation and ribbons and darkened until it was a plain jet black. The boots turned black, and the
neckline raised up into a collar.
She looked into the pond again and smiled at her reflection. She concentrated again and added a
black cloak and a thin dark purple sash. The tiara she decided to keep. She didn't even recognize her
reflection. The beautiful mysterious confident young woman in the pond bore no resemblance to how she
felt on the inside.
Her blood rushed with excitement and exhilaration as she grabbed her staff and left the park. She
spent the night racing across the rooftops searching for traces of the Sailor Scouts and the Moon Princess,
and most importantly Prince Darien. It was a big city and she saw no trace of them all night, but she was
confidant that she would eventually. She would search again each night until she did.
She returned to the house of her guardians, and crept into the room assigned to her, careful not to
wake her guardians. For the first time being in the same house as them failed to lower her spirits. She had
new friends, a chance at finding Darien and the Moon Princess, and she would be seeing Trunks the next
morning. And above all, she was once again Sailor Earth, as she had always been meant to be.
She curled up in bed with a smile, and closed her eyes. Only two hours of sleep remained. She
would have to make the most of them.
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She was totally oblivious to the conversation that had taken place in the house earlier that night.
"She's nearly eighteen. You said she would have suicided ages before her eighteenth birthday!"
"Yes but…"
"No buts! If she is alive when she turns eighteen then all the money my adoring sister willed to her
will become legally hers, and we will no longer have access to it!"
"But she has no idea that the money is really hers!"
"She could find out! And then we would go back to being working-class citizens! I don't want that
life again. We are only truly secure when she is dead! Why hasn't she killed herself yet? You're the one
with the psychology degree. We did everything you said. She's never had any friends, no loving family, no
support... We've made her feel as worthless as we possibly can and yet she clings to her solitary pointless
existence! Why? And how can we put an end to it?"
"She's obviously stronger than we thought. We may have to take further steps. We can't kill her
out-right. Nothing must point a finger at us. But there are other ways to lead her down the destructive path
to death. I must think about it."
"Hurry. We have only a few weeks left! We can't make any mistakes. Did you circulate the
rumors in this school? The last thing we need is for her to make some friends."
"No need for rumors this time. I sent her to a Japanese speaking school. She's not likely to be
making friends any time soon." A cruel masculine laugh echoed around the room, joined quickly by
equally malevolent feminine laughter.
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From a hidden plane of existence, a sinister mind was totally focused on the sleeping form shown
in her mirror. The one who had locked her away in her hellish prison all those thousands of years ago
walked the Earth again, and slept on, oblivious to her observation. She was now almost free of the magic
that bound her to her tomb, and soon, she would have her revenge!
Considering the emotional instability she had observed in the current incarnation of her target, her
vengeance would not be difficult. First, she would destroy her life, then, she would take her soul and lock it
away in the same hellish prison that the girl had bound her in.
Sailor Earth, defender of the Earth-Realm for thousands of years and Guardian against Demons
would herself suffer the fate she had inflicted on so many of Earth's demonic population.
But before the eternal torment of her soul, her life on Earth would be destroyed. The demon would
relish it. She continued watching and observing, gathering information to base her plots on.
Soon… but until then, she would send some of her underlinings to keep the story… interesting.
Some of her shape-shifting servants perhaps?
There was no way that Sailor Earth would escape her grasp a second time, for he was no ordinary
demon. She was Delona, one of the Seven Great Demon Lords of the Earth-Realm, and her powers had
grown ten-fold since their last encounter….
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Ok that's it for now!!! More coming!!! Next chapter has Lysandria meeting the scouts, Trunks
meeting Sailor Earth, developments on the two plot against Lysandria, and possibly the story of her first
life and why she is so majorly uncertain about meeting the Scouts. THAT'S gonna be the fun part…. ?
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