Ok. Notes…. Um…. Goku is not dead in this fanfic, obviously. Cell didn't kill him so he's still
around. Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter!!
(((Chríochnaigh mé m'Ardteistiméaracht!! Tá deireadh le mo laethanta scoile!! Le cúnamh Dé
beidh mé ag dul go dtí Coláilste Ollscoile Chorcaí I mí Mhéan Fomhair!! Comhgháirdeachas le
Beena agus Ryu Kukyo fréisin! )))
The Trial of Sailor Earth Ch 2
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Trunks crept down the stairs and headed quietly towards the door, hoping not to wake his
family, but just as he opened the door, a voice rang out from behind him. "Trunks! Stop it right
there! Where do you think you're going??"
Caught!
He turned around reluctantly. Bulma stood at the door of the kitchen, and behind her was
Vegeta, looking in the fridge. Little Trunks was stumbling sleepily down the stairs. Trunks
mentally kicked himself. Of coarse they would be awake! He had gotten so used to sneaking out
of the house early in the morning over the past week that he had forgotten it was a free day at
college, and since he had no classes, he was later getting up. So much for a discrete exit...
Before he even had time to answer Bulma's imperious demands, she beckoned him into
the kitchen, watching with her hands on her hips until he was seated at the table. "Now where are
you off to Trunks, and don't you tell me it's nothing! My woman's intuition tells me you're hiding
something. Have you even had breakfast yet?" Noting his guilty expression she nodded. " I didn't
think so. Did you even remember the Sons are coming over today for a barbecue? Were you just
going to miss that? Why?" She glared at him.
Trunks mentally cursed himself for the second time in one morning. How could he have
forgotten the barbecue his mother had been planning all month? And how was he going to make
it back on time. He had promised to meet Lysandria at 10 and he was already late.
Talking his silence as a refusal to answer, Bulma continued. Despite her exasperated
tone, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. "Don't bother answering. I can guess. You've been
leaving the house early and arriving home very late for the past few days. I think you must be
meeting up with someone. A girl maybe?" She glared at him some more. "Trunks do you have a
girl-friend?"
He blinked. "No of course not, she's just a friend! I mean..." Too late he realized his
mistake. "Aha!! You HAVE been meeting a girl! And when do we get to meet this girlfriend of
yours?" At the word girlfriend, Little Trunks burst out laughing at his older-self, and Vegeta shot
him a look of utter disgust, muttering something about week fools and stupid women.
Bulma heard and rounded on him furiously, and while the two were arguing as only
Trunks' parents could, he grabbed his chance and ran, shouting back over his shoulder that he
would be home on time for the barbecue. Once he was out of the house, he launched into flight,
his younger self's laughter echoing behind him. He shuddered, knowing he hadn't heard the last of
this.
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Lysandria and Trunks spent a fantastic day in the big local Amusement Park. Despite her
relatively quiet exterior, Lysandria turned out to be a closet adrenaline junkie, and insisted on
going on all of the highest, fastest craziest rides she could find.
Trunks could have flown much higher and faster himself, and he longed to bring her with
him. From the expression of delight on her face as the rides tumbled haphazardly at break-neck
speeds around corners it was obvious that she would love to fly, but there was no way of knowing
how she would react to the knowledge that he was a half-breed alien warrior, and so he contented
himself with the parks rides.
Hours passed. They wandered the length and breadth of the park. Lysandria's
inexhaustible enthusiasm was contagious, and Trunks couldn't help but enjoy himself. They had
been spending every waking hour together over the past few days, and by now felt at home in
each other's company. In her presence Trunks found himself behaving less like the mature warrior
he had been forced to become, and more like the teenager he really was.
They had worked out a kind of arrangement already. Lysandria would beg to do
something childish but fun, such as going to the arcade and going on roller coasters, and Trunks
would roll his eyes and agree. Lysandria would then ignore the fact that he was enjoying himself
as much as her, and thank him for going with her.
Both of them were having the time of their lives. Lysandria had never had a friend before,
and now, suddenly she had found someone who not only was willing to keep her company, but
was enjoying it. Not only did he enjoy all the same things as her, he was the single most attractive
guy she had ever met. Tall and muscular with a smile that was incredibly sexy when he chose to
use it, what more could she want? She was even beginning to get used to the strange sensations
that accosted her stomach whenever they were alone together.
When evening arrived it found them sitting on the grass by the lake in the park by the
arcade. Lysandria had kicked off her shoes and was lying back on the grass dangling her legs in
the water and staring at the clouds. Trunks was leaning back against a tree and doing what he
enjoyed the most, watching her.
When Trunks felt he couldn't stay any longer with out missing his mother's barbecue all
together he broke the silence. "Lysandria?"
"Mmm" came the response. "I have to head back now. I'll see you tomorrow in College?"
"Mmm" came the response again.
"Lysandria are you even listening?"
"Mmmmm"
He slid over towards her and looked down at her face. She was dozing innocently, totally
oblivious to his words. He had to laugh, and after a few moments he shook her awake.
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Lysandria basked under the sun, luxuriating in the feel of the grass beneath her. She
could feel the energy of the earth flowing into her back and the power of the water running up her
legs. She stretched and allowed herself to relax totally.....
The next thing she knew, Trunks was shaking her awake. She almost fell into the lake in
her sudden efforts to get up when she realized she had fallen asleep, and only Trunks' quick
reflexes saved her from a thorough dunking. She looked up at his amused face.
As soon as she was steady on her feet again she turned to him, blinking in an effort to
fully wake up. He again explained that he had to leave, but that he would see her the next
morning at college. Her face fell but she smiled and said goodbye.
Trunks fought an inward battle against the urge to bring her with him. But what if she
saw his father and Goku sparring, which they inevitably would do once the food was consumed?
He fought valiantly, but at the sight of her disappointment he caved and invited her along. He
would just have to make sure there was no sparring in front of her.
"Me? Go to a barbecue with your family? Are you sure? Would they mind?" The thrilled
excitement in her eyes was proof enough to Trunks that he had made the right decision, and he set
about convincing her that of course she was welcome and his family would love to meet her. He
omitted the fact that Vegeta most certainly would not love her presence.
She thought about it. She hadn't slept much over the past few days because of her nightly
quest to find the Sailor Scouts. The fact that she had just fallen asleep was her body's way of
telling her that she could only live on energy absorbed from the Earth for so long. She would
have to sleep if she intended to search again that night. But his invitation was so tempting! Surely
an hour or so wouldn't hurt.
She nodded her acceptance happily telling him that she had some project work to finish and
wouldn't be able to stay for long. He almost sighed in relief. If she left early she would miss the
sparring.
Together they hurried out of the park.
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Because he couldn't fly home with Lysandria at his side, they were a little later than he
had planned, but Bulma forgave him immediately when she saw the stunning beauty that stood
behind him shyly.
"So Trunks, this is your new 'friend '? Now I see what all the fuss was about!" Bulma said
happily as she pulled the girl out from behind her son. "Aren't you going to introduce her?"
Trunks barley had time to utter her name before Bulma grabbed her and pulled her away
to introduce to the others. He shrugged and walked away to greet his friends. His mother would
take good care of Lysandria.
Five minutes later Lysandria was feeling totally overwhelmed. She recognized most of
the group from Trunks' description of them, and Bulma pulled her around introducing her to them
as Trunks' 'new friend'.
Lysandria had never been to such an informal family party before, only being familiar
with her foster-father's grand cocktail parties for his rich snobbish associates. She felt totally out
of place, but almost everyone there welcomed her warmly when they heard she was Trunks'
friend.
There weren't very many people there. There was Bulma's family, a family called the
Sons, and two more people named Yamcha and Krillin.
In fact the only people who greeted her less than warmly were Vegeta, who simply
grunted at her (A good response in her opinion. From Trunks' description she had expected much
worse!), and the two young boys. Trunks' little brother and his friend Goten seemed to dismiss
her as a boring girl. She couldn't do anything about Vegeta's distaste, but she resolved to make
friends with the two boys as soon as she got the chance. They looked only about 6 years old. It
shouldn't be too hard.
When she was finished introducing her to everyone, Bulma dragged her over to a table
for some food. Lysandria leaned back against the table, savoring the food on her plate, and her
eyes involuntarily sought out Trunks. He was over talking to Goku, just as he had been when she
had checked 30 seconds previously. Bulma noticed her gaze and laughed.
"Wow you really do love my son don't you! How sweet!" Lysandria almost dropped her
plate. "No! No, we're just friends. Really! That's all!" She blinked in amazement. How could
these people think she was in love? She had NEVER been in love. Not in all the centuries she had
walked the Earth.
Her protests mustn't have seemed convincing though, as a new voice joined the debate.
"She's right you know. You haven't stopped looking at him since you arrived." Chichi glared at
her with folded arms, almost daring her to disagree. Bulma laughed again. "Yeah, It's not like
he's going to disappear!"
When Lysandria remained speechless, Bulma continued. "Look. Have you ever been in
love before?" Lysandria shook her head mutely and Bulma continued with a grin. "Then how do
you know that you aren't now? Trust us. You haven't taken your eyes off him all evening. There
see? You're doing it again!" Lysandria guiltily swung her gaze back to the two women with her.
Suddenly Chichi looked around. "Where's Goten? I can't see him or Trunks anywhere! If
they don't come for some food soon it'll all be cold!" Lysandria again glanced at Trunks before
she realized they were talking about Little Trunks. How did they tell the two apart?
Grateful for the distraction Lysandria pointed over at a clump of trees. "The last I saw
they were over there. Want me to go and look for them?" They thanked her and she wandered
away, lost in thought. It wasn't that she kept looking at him on purpose. It just kept happening.
But she was Sailor Earth. She never fell in love, so they must be mistaken. She pushed the
thoughts aside to worry about another time and concentrated on listening to the winds for sounds
of the two stray boys.
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When Trunks thought enough time had passed he wandered in search of Bulma. He had
tried to follow her and Lysandria, but his mother had sent him such a glare that he decided to
leave them alone for a while. She obviously wanted some time alone with his new friend. While
he had sympathy for Lysandria, he knew she was totally safe with his mother in the middle of all
his warrior friends, and so he relaxed and went to talk to some of those friends himself.
Now however, he figured that it was about time to rescue her from his mother, but when
he found Bulma, she was alone. She smiled and gestured wordlessly at the spectacle she was
watching. He looked.
Lysandria, Little Trunks, and Goten were chasing each other around the lawn. It was
hard, in fact, to see who was chasing whom, but they were all covered in mud and laughing aloud,
and in the miniature free-for-all kicking and punching didn't seem to be frowned upon. Trunks
wince as a particularly solid punch landed in Lysandria's side, but she merely swung around and
tripped the perpetrator.
"Wha… What's going on?" Bulma gazed fondly at her eldest son and smiled. "Well I
asked Lysandria to get the boys for some food. That was 20 minutes ago. The next thing we saw
of her she was involved in an all-out duel with them. They all seem to be enjoying themselves
though so I decided to just watch. Relax. The boys must be holding their strength. They haven't
hurt her yet."
"It's that 'yet' I'm afraid of. They get carried away, and she's no warrior." He walked
across the lawn to try and distract his brother and Goten before they forgot they were half
Saiyajin and hurt her. The little group saw him coming and paused. Lysandria whispered
something to the two boys and their faces lit up with mischief. As soon as Trunks was with-in
speaking distance of them, the two six year olds attacked him noisily, while Lysandria shouted
encouragement at them.
It took him another ten minutes to hunt them off. He walked over and sat beside
Lysandria, who had been enjoying his futile struggle against the two children with barely
controlled laughter. He remained silent for a moment, but curiosity won out in the end.
"Why were you fighting my little brother?" he asked. She stopped laughing, but still wore
a wide grin. "Well the two of them didn't like me very much when your mother introduced me, so
I thought I'd go and.. Umm.. introduce myself properly."
"By rolling around in the mud?" he asked raising a brow. "Well it worked didn't it?" she
answered defensively. "They don't mind me so much now I don't think!" He laughed. "Of course
it worked. There are only two other people who are willing to get hyperactive with them, Goku
and Gohan. You just made it on to their list of favorite people."
She tilted her head slightly. "Yeah they said that you don't play that much. Why not?"
There was a pause while he thought about it, and then he answered slowly. "I don't know. I guess
I'm just not very good at playing. I forgot how a long time ago."
She looked at him gravely. "No. You haven't forgotten. You just don't allow yourself to
anymore. You should." She was stopped from saying anything else by a loud voice from behind
them.
"Hi Trunks! Sorry I'm late. Oh who's that? You have a girlfriend?" Trunks turned around
and glared at the smiling face of his friend Gohan. When he had returned from the future of his
dimension, Gohan had been almost his age, and had become his best friend. He controlled the
sudden impulse to strangle his friend for interrupting the first moment he had gotten alone with
Lysandria since they arrived, and instead introduced them.
The three of them talked and joked for while before Lysandria announced that she had to
leave or risk not having her assignment done on time. She said goodbye to everyone and thanked
Bulma, and as she headed out the gate Gohan nodded. "I like her. If you don't ask her out I will!"
Trunks turned to gape at his friend, but before any of the retorts in his mind reached his lips, his
younger self and Goten rushed up.
"We like her!" announced Goten enthusiastically. Little Trunks nodded his affirmation.
"Bring her over again!" Trunks bent down to look at his little brother in the eyes. "Thank you for
holding back your strength when you were playing with her." Little Trunks and Goten looked at
him curiously. "I didn't hold back." Explained Goten. "Me neither!" added Little Trunks. "I hit
her THIS hard!" He emphasized his words by whacking his friend as hard as he could, and Goten
yelped in fury. Within moments the two of them were rolling across the lawn kicking and
punching and yelling.
Gohan shook his head. "Are you telling me that that girl fought with the two of them and
didn't get hurt?" Trunks nodded in amazement. "So where does she live anyway?" his friend
asked. When Trunks explained that he had no idea Gohan suggested that they follow her home,
and so the two of them slipped away from the party just as Vegeta started demanding that Goku
spar with him, and followed her silently as she walked down the street.
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As soon as Lysandria was far enough away from Trunks' house she stopped and looked
at her watch. It was late. She had no time to go home and rest if she wanted to continue her
search. She should have left hours ago, but she had been having such a good time. It was lifetimes
ago since she had been a part of a family, and in this life she had yet to be as happy as she had
been today. She knew she would regret the lack of sleep the next day, but she had no choice.
She headed for the park and hopped over the closed gates. When she was hidden from
view in the center of the trees, she gestured in mid air and her staff appeared. Grabbing it she
channeled energy through it and changed. As she had become accustomed to over the past week,
she skipped her Sailor Fuku entirely, preferring the black costume that was better suited to
running along roof-tops. When she was ready she pulled up the hood of her cloak to hide her
blonde hair and, clutching her staff, headed out of the park.
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Trunks stared at the powerful figure before him incredulously. One minute Lysandria had
been standing there innocently, then a long staff had appeared, and blinding energy swirled up
around her. He had caught a few tantalizing glimpses of skin as her clothes vanished, before a
black body suit and black knee-high boots, with a black cloak replaced them. The only splashes
of color were a dark purple sash and a golden tiara.
She looked stunning, and from where Trunks and Gohan were hidden among the trees,
they could feel the power radiating from her. "That explains why Goten and Trunks didn't hurt
her!" commented Gohan in an awed voice. Trunks didn't hear. He was too captivated by the
vision in front of him.
Blazing with as much energy as she did, she looked even more like the girl from Trunks'
dream. He hadn't had the dream since he met her, but her image was etched in his mind forever.
Now Lysandria looked almost like her shadow. She began to walk back out of the park, but the
two observers remained where they were.
"What was that? Did you know she could do that?" Trunks shook his head mutely and
Gohan continued. "She's powerful. Not as powerful as us, but she's strong! Did you tell her
you're half Saiyajin?" Trunks shook his head silently again. " Well you should! She's not a
regular girl herself, and I know that it bothers you having to hide it."
Trunks shook himself out of his daze and looked at his friend. Gohan was right. He was
still unable to believe what he had just seen, but if Lysandria did have some strange power then
surely she would understand him being a Saiyajin. He suddenly realized that she was almost out
of sight, and dragged his friend after her. Who knew what else they would see that night.
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When she reached the exit of the park Lysandria jumped over the gate again and vaulted
up onto the roof on the nearest building. She took a deep breath and jogged off across to the next
roof and began her search for evidence of the Sailor Scouts.
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When they didn't see any trace of the new dangerous stranger in the first few days, the
Scouts decided to take turns of patrolling. Wednesday the task fell to Lita. Sailor Jupiter was just
starting out her patrol when she saw a dark figure moving along the rooftops above her. She
followed hurriedly, hoping that she had finally found a trace of their new enemy.
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Lysandria came to a sudden stop when she realized someone was following her. She
swung around, and scanned her surroundings. She thought she detected some movement behind a
tall chimney, but before she could go investigate a girl in a green sailor fuku jumped into view.
Lysandria forgot about the movement behind the chimney and turned to face the newcomer. She
must be the person Lysandria had felt following her.
She examined her closely, and she knew she was being examined in return. When she
was absolutely certain she recognized the green fuku, she smiled. "Hello Sailor Jupiter."
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Trunks and Gohan let out a sigh of relief as Lysandria looked away from their hiding
place. They were surprised to recognize Sailor Jupiter as the newcomer, but compared to the
earlier surprise of the night, it didn't seem strange at all. They watched quietly, burning with
curiosity. The air was tense, and Trunks readied himself to jump in if there was any danger to
Lysandria.
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Sailor Jupiter took a steep back warily when she heard her name. How did the girl before
her know her name? She wondered how long it would take the other scouts to get there if there
was a problem. Dismissing such thoughts, she addressed the black-clad girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Lysandria pondered the best answer to that question. It was obvious that Sailor Jupiter
didn't recognize her. It was sad, but it was better than some responses she might have expected.
"Well I'm looking for you actually." She said finally. "Where is the Moon Princess? Where is
Prince Darien?"
Sailor Jupiter listened to the questions and noticed the way the stranger's voice wobbled
when she said Darien's name. She remembered the lovesick Fiore. Hopefully this wasn't another
person trying to steal Darien. But how did she know about the Moon Princess? Who was she?
"Why do you want them?" Sailor Jupiter demanded.
"I need to speak with them. Can you arrange a meeting? It's important."
Sailor Jupiter considered this. The stranger didn't seem evil or malevolent. She just
seemed worried, and even a little nervous. Surely it wouldn't hurt to introduce her to Sailor
Moon. What harm could she do if all the other Scouts came as well? She made up her mind.
"I'll tell the Moon Princess that you want to meet her. If she agrees to come, we'll meet
you by the lake in the park by the arcade at 2am-tomorrow morning. Who will I tell her you are?"
Lysandria shook her head. "If you don't recognize me then I'll introduce myself then.
Goodbye." She turned her back and walked away, fading into the shadows.
Sailor Jupiter headed home, deciding that she had found what she was patrolling for and could
inform the others at college the next day. She didn't notice the two stealthy shadows that crept out
from behind a nearby chimney and followed the stranger.
"How does she know Darien? Her voice went all funny when she said his name."
Whispered one of the shadows. "Shut up! How should I know?" answered the other voice in
irritation. "Relax!" Came the first voice again. "I'm sure she knows him in a purely platonic
way!" "Shut up Gohan!" whispered the second voice threateningly. "Who is the Moon Princess
anyway?" Gohan considered this as he treaded carefully after Lysandria.
"I don't know. Maybe it's another way of saying Sailor Moon. How many people can
there be with Moon in their name?" Trunks nodded in agreement and they followed Lysandria
silently.
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Lysandria reached her foster-parents home gratefully. She was incredibly relieved that
her quest had finally borne fruit, and it was still so early in the night that she would be able to get
enough sleep as well. She climbed in the window and changed back into her regular clothes.
Then, with out changing for bed or anything she simply collapsed into an exhausted sleep.
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As soon as Trunks and Gohan were convinced that Lysandria wasn't coming out of the
house again they turned to leave. It must be her home. Mulling over the events of the night, they
flew home in silence, having already planned that Gohan would spend the night in the Briefs
household.
The silence was only broken once when Gohan grinned in the darkness. "So are you
gonna ask her out or can I?"
"Shut up Gohan"
"Oh come-on admit it. You really like her!"
There was the sound of someone being punched and silence.
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The next day Lysandria say in front of a computer in the computer labs ignoring the lecture that
was in progress. While the professor droned on about chipboards and circuit boards, she was
considering what Bulma had said the day before.
"Wow you really do love my son don't you! How sweet!" "You haven't stopped looking
at him since you arrived" "Have you ever been in love before?" "Then how do you know that you
aren't now?"
The phrases echoed around in her head again and again. Was Bulma right? Did she love
Trunks? She counted the minutes she was away from him, feeling almost addicted to his
presence. She already feared the time when her foster-father decided to move on, because then
she might never see him again. That thought was so painful that she quickly changed topic and
tried to worry about the meeting with the Sailor Scouts again.
She managed for all of five minutes before her train of thought returned to
Trunks. She was Sailor Earth. She had lived uncountable lives and she had never been in love
before. Why would this life be any different? She was destined to be alone wasn't she?
Her train of thoughts had deteriorated into daydreams about him when her computer
screen started flashing. "Message Received! Message Received!"
Glancing to make sure the professor wasn't watching, she opened the message.
I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT IN THE PARK. WHO ARE YOU?
TRUNKS
She looked over at him in horror, but he seemed engrossed in the lecture. Hands shaking
in fear at his discovery, she typed a response. It took enormous control to school her features to
carefree boredom. She had probably just lost the first and only friend she had ever had.
WHAT DID YOU SEE? WHY WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?
LYSANDRIA
I SAW YOU CHANGE INTO YOUR COSTUME. WHO ARE YOU?
TRUNKS
She laid her hand on her knees until they stopped shaking. Maybe if she showed him and
explained it to him he wouldn't hate her so much.
MEET ME TONIGHT AND I WILL EXPLAIN.
LYSANDRIA
WHERE?
TRUNKS
I HAVE TO GO TO THIS PARTY TONIGHT WITH MY FOSTER-FATHER. I WILL MEET
YOU AFTER THAT. IN THE PARK AT 12.
LYSANDRIA
FOSTER-FATHER? YOU'RE ADDOPTED?
TRUNKS
WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH IT?
LYSANDRIA
NOTHING. I'LL MEET YOU THERE TONIGHT.
TRUNKS
Lysandria shuddered. She had her foster-father's party that evening. Then she would have
to slip out to meet Trunks and try and stop him from hating her. After that she would have to
meet the Sailor Scouts, who probably already hated her. She had a crowded night ahead of her.
She heard none of the rest of the lectures that night she was so busy worrying. At 6 she headed
home to get ready for the party.
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Delona watched the happenings on Earth in amusement. Things were all coming together.
A flash of inspiration struck her and she commanded her Shape-Shifters to stand by. She sent out
instead her current favorite minion, a mind-bender. She commanded him to seek out Sailor
Earth's foster-parents, and release their true natures. It would be amusing to see what they would
do without restrictions upon their actions. She wanted to see what happened next before she
played her hand. It was setting up to be highly interesting.
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Yippee!! I Finished!! Finally!!!!!! I wasted hours of time on a holiday in the Caribbean and
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Empress of the Earth Sphere
around. Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter!!
(((Chríochnaigh mé m'Ardteistiméaracht!! Tá deireadh le mo laethanta scoile!! Le cúnamh Dé
beidh mé ag dul go dtí Coláilste Ollscoile Chorcaí I mí Mhéan Fomhair!! Comhgháirdeachas le
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The Trial of Sailor Earth Ch 2
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Trunks crept down the stairs and headed quietly towards the door, hoping not to wake his
family, but just as he opened the door, a voice rang out from behind him. "Trunks! Stop it right
there! Where do you think you're going??"
Caught!
He turned around reluctantly. Bulma stood at the door of the kitchen, and behind her was
Vegeta, looking in the fridge. Little Trunks was stumbling sleepily down the stairs. Trunks
mentally kicked himself. Of coarse they would be awake! He had gotten so used to sneaking out
of the house early in the morning over the past week that he had forgotten it was a free day at
college, and since he had no classes, he was later getting up. So much for a discrete exit...
Before he even had time to answer Bulma's imperious demands, she beckoned him into
the kitchen, watching with her hands on her hips until he was seated at the table. "Now where are
you off to Trunks, and don't you tell me it's nothing! My woman's intuition tells me you're hiding
something. Have you even had breakfast yet?" Noting his guilty expression she nodded. " I didn't
think so. Did you even remember the Sons are coming over today for a barbecue? Were you just
going to miss that? Why?" She glared at him.
Trunks mentally cursed himself for the second time in one morning. How could he have
forgotten the barbecue his mother had been planning all month? And how was he going to make
it back on time. He had promised to meet Lysandria at 10 and he was already late.
Talking his silence as a refusal to answer, Bulma continued. Despite her exasperated
tone, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. "Don't bother answering. I can guess. You've been
leaving the house early and arriving home very late for the past few days. I think you must be
meeting up with someone. A girl maybe?" She glared at him some more. "Trunks do you have a
girl-friend?"
He blinked. "No of course not, she's just a friend! I mean..." Too late he realized his
mistake. "Aha!! You HAVE been meeting a girl! And when do we get to meet this girlfriend of
yours?" At the word girlfriend, Little Trunks burst out laughing at his older-self, and Vegeta shot
him a look of utter disgust, muttering something about week fools and stupid women.
Bulma heard and rounded on him furiously, and while the two were arguing as only
Trunks' parents could, he grabbed his chance and ran, shouting back over his shoulder that he
would be home on time for the barbecue. Once he was out of the house, he launched into flight,
his younger self's laughter echoing behind him. He shuddered, knowing he hadn't heard the last of
this.
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Lysandria and Trunks spent a fantastic day in the big local Amusement Park. Despite her
relatively quiet exterior, Lysandria turned out to be a closet adrenaline junkie, and insisted on
going on all of the highest, fastest craziest rides she could find.
Trunks could have flown much higher and faster himself, and he longed to bring her with
him. From the expression of delight on her face as the rides tumbled haphazardly at break-neck
speeds around corners it was obvious that she would love to fly, but there was no way of knowing
how she would react to the knowledge that he was a half-breed alien warrior, and so he contented
himself with the parks rides.
Hours passed. They wandered the length and breadth of the park. Lysandria's
inexhaustible enthusiasm was contagious, and Trunks couldn't help but enjoy himself. They had
been spending every waking hour together over the past few days, and by now felt at home in
each other's company. In her presence Trunks found himself behaving less like the mature warrior
he had been forced to become, and more like the teenager he really was.
They had worked out a kind of arrangement already. Lysandria would beg to do
something childish but fun, such as going to the arcade and going on roller coasters, and Trunks
would roll his eyes and agree. Lysandria would then ignore the fact that he was enjoying himself
as much as her, and thank him for going with her.
Both of them were having the time of their lives. Lysandria had never had a friend before,
and now, suddenly she had found someone who not only was willing to keep her company, but
was enjoying it. Not only did he enjoy all the same things as her, he was the single most attractive
guy she had ever met. Tall and muscular with a smile that was incredibly sexy when he chose to
use it, what more could she want? She was even beginning to get used to the strange sensations
that accosted her stomach whenever they were alone together.
When evening arrived it found them sitting on the grass by the lake in the park by the
arcade. Lysandria had kicked off her shoes and was lying back on the grass dangling her legs in
the water and staring at the clouds. Trunks was leaning back against a tree and doing what he
enjoyed the most, watching her.
When Trunks felt he couldn't stay any longer with out missing his mother's barbecue all
together he broke the silence. "Lysandria?"
"Mmm" came the response. "I have to head back now. I'll see you tomorrow in College?"
"Mmm" came the response again.
"Lysandria are you even listening?"
"Mmmmm"
He slid over towards her and looked down at her face. She was dozing innocently, totally
oblivious to his words. He had to laugh, and after a few moments he shook her awake.
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Lysandria basked under the sun, luxuriating in the feel of the grass beneath her. She
could feel the energy of the earth flowing into her back and the power of the water running up her
legs. She stretched and allowed herself to relax totally.....
The next thing she knew, Trunks was shaking her awake. She almost fell into the lake in
her sudden efforts to get up when she realized she had fallen asleep, and only Trunks' quick
reflexes saved her from a thorough dunking. She looked up at his amused face.
As soon as she was steady on her feet again she turned to him, blinking in an effort to
fully wake up. He again explained that he had to leave, but that he would see her the next
morning at college. Her face fell but she smiled and said goodbye.
Trunks fought an inward battle against the urge to bring her with him. But what if she
saw his father and Goku sparring, which they inevitably would do once the food was consumed?
He fought valiantly, but at the sight of her disappointment he caved and invited her along. He
would just have to make sure there was no sparring in front of her.
"Me? Go to a barbecue with your family? Are you sure? Would they mind?" The thrilled
excitement in her eyes was proof enough to Trunks that he had made the right decision, and he set
about convincing her that of course she was welcome and his family would love to meet her. He
omitted the fact that Vegeta most certainly would not love her presence.
She thought about it. She hadn't slept much over the past few days because of her nightly
quest to find the Sailor Scouts. The fact that she had just fallen asleep was her body's way of
telling her that she could only live on energy absorbed from the Earth for so long. She would
have to sleep if she intended to search again that night. But his invitation was so tempting! Surely
an hour or so wouldn't hurt.
She nodded her acceptance happily telling him that she had some project work to finish and
wouldn't be able to stay for long. He almost sighed in relief. If she left early she would miss the
sparring.
Together they hurried out of the park.
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Because he couldn't fly home with Lysandria at his side, they were a little later than he
had planned, but Bulma forgave him immediately when she saw the stunning beauty that stood
behind him shyly.
"So Trunks, this is your new 'friend '? Now I see what all the fuss was about!" Bulma said
happily as she pulled the girl out from behind her son. "Aren't you going to introduce her?"
Trunks barley had time to utter her name before Bulma grabbed her and pulled her away
to introduce to the others. He shrugged and walked away to greet his friends. His mother would
take good care of Lysandria.
Five minutes later Lysandria was feeling totally overwhelmed. She recognized most of
the group from Trunks' description of them, and Bulma pulled her around introducing her to them
as Trunks' 'new friend'.
Lysandria had never been to such an informal family party before, only being familiar
with her foster-father's grand cocktail parties for his rich snobbish associates. She felt totally out
of place, but almost everyone there welcomed her warmly when they heard she was Trunks'
friend.
There weren't very many people there. There was Bulma's family, a family called the
Sons, and two more people named Yamcha and Krillin.
In fact the only people who greeted her less than warmly were Vegeta, who simply
grunted at her (A good response in her opinion. From Trunks' description she had expected much
worse!), and the two young boys. Trunks' little brother and his friend Goten seemed to dismiss
her as a boring girl. She couldn't do anything about Vegeta's distaste, but she resolved to make
friends with the two boys as soon as she got the chance. They looked only about 6 years old. It
shouldn't be too hard.
When she was finished introducing her to everyone, Bulma dragged her over to a table
for some food. Lysandria leaned back against the table, savoring the food on her plate, and her
eyes involuntarily sought out Trunks. He was over talking to Goku, just as he had been when she
had checked 30 seconds previously. Bulma noticed her gaze and laughed.
"Wow you really do love my son don't you! How sweet!" Lysandria almost dropped her
plate. "No! No, we're just friends. Really! That's all!" She blinked in amazement. How could
these people think she was in love? She had NEVER been in love. Not in all the centuries she had
walked the Earth.
Her protests mustn't have seemed convincing though, as a new voice joined the debate.
"She's right you know. You haven't stopped looking at him since you arrived." Chichi glared at
her with folded arms, almost daring her to disagree. Bulma laughed again. "Yeah, It's not like
he's going to disappear!"
When Lysandria remained speechless, Bulma continued. "Look. Have you ever been in
love before?" Lysandria shook her head mutely and Bulma continued with a grin. "Then how do
you know that you aren't now? Trust us. You haven't taken your eyes off him all evening. There
see? You're doing it again!" Lysandria guiltily swung her gaze back to the two women with her.
Suddenly Chichi looked around. "Where's Goten? I can't see him or Trunks anywhere! If
they don't come for some food soon it'll all be cold!" Lysandria again glanced at Trunks before
she realized they were talking about Little Trunks. How did they tell the two apart?
Grateful for the distraction Lysandria pointed over at a clump of trees. "The last I saw
they were over there. Want me to go and look for them?" They thanked her and she wandered
away, lost in thought. It wasn't that she kept looking at him on purpose. It just kept happening.
But she was Sailor Earth. She never fell in love, so they must be mistaken. She pushed the
thoughts aside to worry about another time and concentrated on listening to the winds for sounds
of the two stray boys.
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When Trunks thought enough time had passed he wandered in search of Bulma. He had
tried to follow her and Lysandria, but his mother had sent him such a glare that he decided to
leave them alone for a while. She obviously wanted some time alone with his new friend. While
he had sympathy for Lysandria, he knew she was totally safe with his mother in the middle of all
his warrior friends, and so he relaxed and went to talk to some of those friends himself.
Now however, he figured that it was about time to rescue her from his mother, but when
he found Bulma, she was alone. She smiled and gestured wordlessly at the spectacle she was
watching. He looked.
Lysandria, Little Trunks, and Goten were chasing each other around the lawn. It was
hard, in fact, to see who was chasing whom, but they were all covered in mud and laughing aloud,
and in the miniature free-for-all kicking and punching didn't seem to be frowned upon. Trunks
wince as a particularly solid punch landed in Lysandria's side, but she merely swung around and
tripped the perpetrator.
"Wha… What's going on?" Bulma gazed fondly at her eldest son and smiled. "Well I
asked Lysandria to get the boys for some food. That was 20 minutes ago. The next thing we saw
of her she was involved in an all-out duel with them. They all seem to be enjoying themselves
though so I decided to just watch. Relax. The boys must be holding their strength. They haven't
hurt her yet."
"It's that 'yet' I'm afraid of. They get carried away, and she's no warrior." He walked
across the lawn to try and distract his brother and Goten before they forgot they were half
Saiyajin and hurt her. The little group saw him coming and paused. Lysandria whispered
something to the two boys and their faces lit up with mischief. As soon as Trunks was with-in
speaking distance of them, the two six year olds attacked him noisily, while Lysandria shouted
encouragement at them.
It took him another ten minutes to hunt them off. He walked over and sat beside
Lysandria, who had been enjoying his futile struggle against the two children with barely
controlled laughter. He remained silent for a moment, but curiosity won out in the end.
"Why were you fighting my little brother?" he asked. She stopped laughing, but still wore
a wide grin. "Well the two of them didn't like me very much when your mother introduced me, so
I thought I'd go and.. Umm.. introduce myself properly."
"By rolling around in the mud?" he asked raising a brow. "Well it worked didn't it?" she
answered defensively. "They don't mind me so much now I don't think!" He laughed. "Of course
it worked. There are only two other people who are willing to get hyperactive with them, Goku
and Gohan. You just made it on to their list of favorite people."
She tilted her head slightly. "Yeah they said that you don't play that much. Why not?"
There was a pause while he thought about it, and then he answered slowly. "I don't know. I guess
I'm just not very good at playing. I forgot how a long time ago."
She looked at him gravely. "No. You haven't forgotten. You just don't allow yourself to
anymore. You should." She was stopped from saying anything else by a loud voice from behind
them.
"Hi Trunks! Sorry I'm late. Oh who's that? You have a girlfriend?" Trunks turned around
and glared at the smiling face of his friend Gohan. When he had returned from the future of his
dimension, Gohan had been almost his age, and had become his best friend. He controlled the
sudden impulse to strangle his friend for interrupting the first moment he had gotten alone with
Lysandria since they arrived, and instead introduced them.
The three of them talked and joked for while before Lysandria announced that she had to
leave or risk not having her assignment done on time. She said goodbye to everyone and thanked
Bulma, and as she headed out the gate Gohan nodded. "I like her. If you don't ask her out I will!"
Trunks turned to gape at his friend, but before any of the retorts in his mind reached his lips, his
younger self and Goten rushed up.
"We like her!" announced Goten enthusiastically. Little Trunks nodded his affirmation.
"Bring her over again!" Trunks bent down to look at his little brother in the eyes. "Thank you for
holding back your strength when you were playing with her." Little Trunks and Goten looked at
him curiously. "I didn't hold back." Explained Goten. "Me neither!" added Little Trunks. "I hit
her THIS hard!" He emphasized his words by whacking his friend as hard as he could, and Goten
yelped in fury. Within moments the two of them were rolling across the lawn kicking and
punching and yelling.
Gohan shook his head. "Are you telling me that that girl fought with the two of them and
didn't get hurt?" Trunks nodded in amazement. "So where does she live anyway?" his friend
asked. When Trunks explained that he had no idea Gohan suggested that they follow her home,
and so the two of them slipped away from the party just as Vegeta started demanding that Goku
spar with him, and followed her silently as she walked down the street.
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As soon as Lysandria was far enough away from Trunks' house she stopped and looked
at her watch. It was late. She had no time to go home and rest if she wanted to continue her
search. She should have left hours ago, but she had been having such a good time. It was lifetimes
ago since she had been a part of a family, and in this life she had yet to be as happy as she had
been today. She knew she would regret the lack of sleep the next day, but she had no choice.
She headed for the park and hopped over the closed gates. When she was hidden from
view in the center of the trees, she gestured in mid air and her staff appeared. Grabbing it she
channeled energy through it and changed. As she had become accustomed to over the past week,
she skipped her Sailor Fuku entirely, preferring the black costume that was better suited to
running along roof-tops. When she was ready she pulled up the hood of her cloak to hide her
blonde hair and, clutching her staff, headed out of the park.
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Trunks stared at the powerful figure before him incredulously. One minute Lysandria had
been standing there innocently, then a long staff had appeared, and blinding energy swirled up
around her. He had caught a few tantalizing glimpses of skin as her clothes vanished, before a
black body suit and black knee-high boots, with a black cloak replaced them. The only splashes
of color were a dark purple sash and a golden tiara.
She looked stunning, and from where Trunks and Gohan were hidden among the trees,
they could feel the power radiating from her. "That explains why Goten and Trunks didn't hurt
her!" commented Gohan in an awed voice. Trunks didn't hear. He was too captivated by the
vision in front of him.
Blazing with as much energy as she did, she looked even more like the girl from Trunks'
dream. He hadn't had the dream since he met her, but her image was etched in his mind forever.
Now Lysandria looked almost like her shadow. She began to walk back out of the park, but the
two observers remained where they were.
"What was that? Did you know she could do that?" Trunks shook his head mutely and
Gohan continued. "She's powerful. Not as powerful as us, but she's strong! Did you tell her
you're half Saiyajin?" Trunks shook his head silently again. " Well you should! She's not a
regular girl herself, and I know that it bothers you having to hide it."
Trunks shook himself out of his daze and looked at his friend. Gohan was right. He was
still unable to believe what he had just seen, but if Lysandria did have some strange power then
surely she would understand him being a Saiyajin. He suddenly realized that she was almost out
of sight, and dragged his friend after her. Who knew what else they would see that night.
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When she reached the exit of the park Lysandria jumped over the gate again and vaulted
up onto the roof on the nearest building. She took a deep breath and jogged off across to the next
roof and began her search for evidence of the Sailor Scouts.
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When they didn't see any trace of the new dangerous stranger in the first few days, the
Scouts decided to take turns of patrolling. Wednesday the task fell to Lita. Sailor Jupiter was just
starting out her patrol when she saw a dark figure moving along the rooftops above her. She
followed hurriedly, hoping that she had finally found a trace of their new enemy.
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Lysandria came to a sudden stop when she realized someone was following her. She
swung around, and scanned her surroundings. She thought she detected some movement behind a
tall chimney, but before she could go investigate a girl in a green sailor fuku jumped into view.
Lysandria forgot about the movement behind the chimney and turned to face the newcomer. She
must be the person Lysandria had felt following her.
She examined her closely, and she knew she was being examined in return. When she
was absolutely certain she recognized the green fuku, she smiled. "Hello Sailor Jupiter."
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Trunks and Gohan let out a sigh of relief as Lysandria looked away from their hiding
place. They were surprised to recognize Sailor Jupiter as the newcomer, but compared to the
earlier surprise of the night, it didn't seem strange at all. They watched quietly, burning with
curiosity. The air was tense, and Trunks readied himself to jump in if there was any danger to
Lysandria.
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Sailor Jupiter took a steep back warily when she heard her name. How did the girl before
her know her name? She wondered how long it would take the other scouts to get there if there
was a problem. Dismissing such thoughts, she addressed the black-clad girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Lysandria pondered the best answer to that question. It was obvious that Sailor Jupiter
didn't recognize her. It was sad, but it was better than some responses she might have expected.
"Well I'm looking for you actually." She said finally. "Where is the Moon Princess? Where is
Prince Darien?"
Sailor Jupiter listened to the questions and noticed the way the stranger's voice wobbled
when she said Darien's name. She remembered the lovesick Fiore. Hopefully this wasn't another
person trying to steal Darien. But how did she know about the Moon Princess? Who was she?
"Why do you want them?" Sailor Jupiter demanded.
"I need to speak with them. Can you arrange a meeting? It's important."
Sailor Jupiter considered this. The stranger didn't seem evil or malevolent. She just
seemed worried, and even a little nervous. Surely it wouldn't hurt to introduce her to Sailor
Moon. What harm could she do if all the other Scouts came as well? She made up her mind.
"I'll tell the Moon Princess that you want to meet her. If she agrees to come, we'll meet
you by the lake in the park by the arcade at 2am-tomorrow morning. Who will I tell her you are?"
Lysandria shook her head. "If you don't recognize me then I'll introduce myself then.
Goodbye." She turned her back and walked away, fading into the shadows.
Sailor Jupiter headed home, deciding that she had found what she was patrolling for and could
inform the others at college the next day. She didn't notice the two stealthy shadows that crept out
from behind a nearby chimney and followed the stranger.
"How does she know Darien? Her voice went all funny when she said his name."
Whispered one of the shadows. "Shut up! How should I know?" answered the other voice in
irritation. "Relax!" Came the first voice again. "I'm sure she knows him in a purely platonic
way!" "Shut up Gohan!" whispered the second voice threateningly. "Who is the Moon Princess
anyway?" Gohan considered this as he treaded carefully after Lysandria.
"I don't know. Maybe it's another way of saying Sailor Moon. How many people can
there be with Moon in their name?" Trunks nodded in agreement and they followed Lysandria
silently.
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Lysandria reached her foster-parents home gratefully. She was incredibly relieved that
her quest had finally borne fruit, and it was still so early in the night that she would be able to get
enough sleep as well. She climbed in the window and changed back into her regular clothes.
Then, with out changing for bed or anything she simply collapsed into an exhausted sleep.
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As soon as Trunks and Gohan were convinced that Lysandria wasn't coming out of the
house again they turned to leave. It must be her home. Mulling over the events of the night, they
flew home in silence, having already planned that Gohan would spend the night in the Briefs
household.
The silence was only broken once when Gohan grinned in the darkness. "So are you
gonna ask her out or can I?"
"Shut up Gohan"
"Oh come-on admit it. You really like her!"
There was the sound of someone being punched and silence.
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The next day Lysandria say in front of a computer in the computer labs ignoring the lecture that
was in progress. While the professor droned on about chipboards and circuit boards, she was
considering what Bulma had said the day before.
"Wow you really do love my son don't you! How sweet!" "You haven't stopped looking
at him since you arrived" "Have you ever been in love before?" "Then how do you know that you
aren't now?"
The phrases echoed around in her head again and again. Was Bulma right? Did she love
Trunks? She counted the minutes she was away from him, feeling almost addicted to his
presence. She already feared the time when her foster-father decided to move on, because then
she might never see him again. That thought was so painful that she quickly changed topic and
tried to worry about the meeting with the Sailor Scouts again.
She managed for all of five minutes before her train of thought returned to
Trunks. She was Sailor Earth. She had lived uncountable lives and she had never been in love
before. Why would this life be any different? She was destined to be alone wasn't she?
Her train of thoughts had deteriorated into daydreams about him when her computer
screen started flashing. "Message Received! Message Received!"
Glancing to make sure the professor wasn't watching, she opened the message.
I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT IN THE PARK. WHO ARE YOU?
TRUNKS
She looked over at him in horror, but he seemed engrossed in the lecture. Hands shaking
in fear at his discovery, she typed a response. It took enormous control to school her features to
carefree boredom. She had probably just lost the first and only friend she had ever had.
WHAT DID YOU SEE? WHY WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?
LYSANDRIA
I SAW YOU CHANGE INTO YOUR COSTUME. WHO ARE YOU?
TRUNKS
She laid her hand on her knees until they stopped shaking. Maybe if she showed him and
explained it to him he wouldn't hate her so much.
MEET ME TONIGHT AND I WILL EXPLAIN.
LYSANDRIA
WHERE?
TRUNKS
I HAVE TO GO TO THIS PARTY TONIGHT WITH MY FOSTER-FATHER. I WILL MEET
YOU AFTER THAT. IN THE PARK AT 12.
LYSANDRIA
FOSTER-FATHER? YOU'RE ADDOPTED?
TRUNKS
WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH IT?
LYSANDRIA
NOTHING. I'LL MEET YOU THERE TONIGHT.
TRUNKS
Lysandria shuddered. She had her foster-father's party that evening. Then she would have
to slip out to meet Trunks and try and stop him from hating her. After that she would have to
meet the Sailor Scouts, who probably already hated her. She had a crowded night ahead of her.
She heard none of the rest of the lectures that night she was so busy worrying. At 6 she headed
home to get ready for the party.
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Delona watched the happenings on Earth in amusement. Things were all coming together.
A flash of inspiration struck her and she commanded her Shape-Shifters to stand by. She sent out
instead her current favorite minion, a mind-bender. She commanded him to seek out Sailor
Earth's foster-parents, and release their true natures. It would be amusing to see what they would
do without restrictions upon their actions. She wanted to see what happened next before she
played her hand. It was setting up to be highly interesting.
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