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The Trial of Sailor Earth ~ Ch 4
It took Gohan quite a while to locate Trunks. When Trunks arrived at the meeting place and found his
friend missing, he went searching, and thus was impossible to find. After about an hour of searching the
finally found his friend and almost bit his tongue in his garbled attempt to spill the story. He had to stop
and take a few deep breaths before he managed to get out any legible phrases.
"Over heard Lysandria's parents! They're trying to drive her to suicide!" Trunks listened in confusion,
trying desperately to make sense of his friend's garbled ranting. "Her father is going to try and hurt her
tonight. I think her wants to... to… rape her or something! You've go to find her and warn her! They want
her to KILL herself! I…"
Trunks interrupted him in fury. "They're what? Where is she? Is she ok?" Gohan shook his head
breathlessly. "I thought she was with YOU!"
"I left her so she could meet the Sailor Scouts. She says she's Sailor Earth and Darien is her brother. She's
probably left to go home already!" Trunks turned around toward her house immediately, rage burning in his
eyes, and was about to launch himself into flight towards it when Gohan called to him again.
"Oh and her father is planning to kill you tonight. To get to her! He's sent assassins to wait outside your
house!"
Trunks was gazing intently in the direction of Lysandria's house, struggling to control the storm of his
wrath. "Will you take care of them for me? I have to go to Lysandria." Unable to wait a moment longer he
flew off towards Lysandria's home at top speeds.
Gohan shrugged, calming down now that they had a plan of sorts, and his new friend would be ok. He
decided to swing by the park on the way to the Trunks' home, just in case she was still there. He didn't find
any trace of her, but on his way back to Trunks' place he flew over two forms that looked like Lita and Rei.
He detoured down to land in front of them.
"Gohan! Hi! What are you doing here?" Exclaimed Lita in surprise. She was suddenly smiling happily. She
had always liked the muscular warrior. He smiled back before asking, "Hi guys! Umm… have you seen
Lys.. I mean umm… Sailor Earth anywhere?"
Lita smiled again, while Rei laughed without humor and answered him. "Has she been bothering you too?
Don't worry. You shouldn't be seeing her any more. We told her in no uncertain terms to leave and never
come back. I think she will, but if she doesn't, we'll take care of it."
Gohan blinked in sudden distress. "What? You asked her to leave? Why? What did she do?"
Rei answered again while Lita discretely admired him with a smile that grew wider the longer he stood
there. "We knew she was an enemy before she arrived." Explained Rei. "I had a dream about her,
surrounded by a great darkness."
Gohan looked at her in confusion. "You saw her surrounded by a great darkness? How do you know she
was a part of it? Maybe it wasn't her. She seems like a good person to me! Which way did she go?"
Gohan looked so worried that Lita suddenly questioned the way they had reacted to Sailor Earth. Maybe
she WASN'T part of the great darkness Rei had seen. After all she had dreamed of them as two separate
entities, a great darkness surrounding the girl. What if they had done the wrong thing? Wordlessly she
pointed out roughly the direction Sailor Earth had vanished in.
Gohan looked in the direction Lita pointed. It was towards Lysandria's house. Trunks would be there. He
could continue on towards his friend's house and dispatch the assassins there in case they accidentally hurt
some of Bulma's family.
He said he good-byes to Lita and Rei quickly and headed towards Trunks' house.
Left alone Lita looked at Rei in worry. "Rei, what if we did the wrong thing? What if Sailor Earth was not
an enemy?"
Rei shook her head. "I know what I dreamed. She's an enemy. But we can ask Setsuna about her in the
morning. She may be able to tell us something. But for now, lets go get some sleep."
Wordlessly Lita complied and the two friends continued walking along streets lit only by scattered street
lamps.
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Sailor Earth walked up the drive to her house slowly. Seeing a light on in the hallway, she absently worried
that someone might still be awake and slipped behind a tree to change back to her regular clothes. Looking
relatively normal on the exterior but still numbly struggling to understand her rejection. Why did they hate
her? What was wrong with her? Why did her brother believe she was an enemy? Why didn't he care about
her?
Pulling out her key, she stealthily opened the front door and crept into the house, closing the door quietly
out of pure habit as her mind was light years away.
She was pulled back to reality violently as she turned from the door towards the hall. Her foster mother was
sitting on the phone table, watching her intently, with a peculiar expression on her face. Lysandria stepped
back in shock. Kathryn wordlessly gestured towards the ornate clock, which hung on the wall.
It was 4.45am in the morning. "It's almost five young lady. Where have you been? Who gave you
permission to wander the streets at this hour?" Kathryn's voice began to rise in pitch and volume as she
spoke, culminating in an angry shriek.
Lysandria shuddered. This was not going to be good, and tonight she was not emotionally ready to cope
with her foster parent's wraith. She thought she was given a temporary reprieve when Kathryn told her in
disgust to go to her room, but her hopes were shattered when her foster mother added "Your guardian is
waiting there. He wished to… speak with you!"
Reluctantly she turned towards her room and headed up the stairs, followed at a distance by Kathryn. Her
guardian would be furious. He rest of the night promised to be truly unpleasant. Her apprehension brought
her at least temporary reprieve from the black depression that threatened to consume her however, and she
approached her room shakily.
As she had expected, her foster father was waiting in her room. He was sitting on her bed, swirling an
expensive brandy glass filled with an even more expensive brandy. He looked at her predatorily as she
entered, a hungry light in his eyes. She closed the door behind her with unease, as her guardian watched her
wordlessly. Moments after the door shut, the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock behind her broke
the silence.
She swung around and twisted the handle in shock, but the door was locked. "Don't bother child! Your
guardian wishes to… speak with you, and you are NOT leaving this room until he is completely finished
with you!" Kathryn's voice sounded abnormally smug from the other side of the door.
Confused and nervous, she turned back to her guardian. He was looking at her with a feral grin. "You're
late Lysandria. Very late." He said slowly. He stood up and moved towards her. "I've been waiting here for
quite some time now." He walked around behind her, coming so close that he was almost breathing down
her neck. She spun around and backed away, stopping when the back of her knees hit her bed. "I've been
waiting here for you because there's something I've been dying to do for quite some time, and now, I have
a chance." He walked towards her slowly, savoring the confusion and tenseness evident in her eyes. She
was ready to bolt. She wouldn't get the chance.
In two quick steps he was suddenly in front of her, and before she could react, he shoved her roughly onto
her back on the bed. "Ever since you reached your teenage years you have been growing more and more
beautiful, and tempting me with every movement with every move. But now I will have you, finally. There
is nothing left in my way, oh daughter mine.",
Lysandria's already numb mind struggled to catch up and comprehend what he was saying. She had always
disliked, occasionally even actively hated her foster parents, but she had always trusted them. They put a
roof over her head, which they didn't have to do, and they provided her with all the material wealth that a
girl her age was apparently supposed to want. They weren't loving or affectionate, but Lysandria had
always trusted them. She had been safe in their care for almost 16 years. Surely Robert wouldn't…
He leaned over her and his grin became positively gleefully malicious. With one, swift motion, he tore her
top open to reveal her bra.
All recollection of her gifts as sailor Earth and the martial art training she had received in various lives left
her, and she didn't even realize she could fight what was happening. It was too surreal. Surely Robert
couldn't…
HE leaned over her, so close that she could smell the brandy from his breath. His hand crept towards her
chest, fingering her bra. He was ready to rip it off too, while at the same time, his other hand moved lower
on her body… Surely he wouldn't… surely he couldn't… but he would… he could.
She had been betrayed by the people she loved already that night, and it had left her devastated. Now she
was being betrayed by the people she trusted, and it left her desolate, devoid of hope, but for one thing.
There was one person that night who had not rejected her or betrayed her. As her guardian's breath came so
close it caused her eyes to water, she called out at the top of her voice to the only person who might
possibly care.
"TRUNKS!"
Robert untensed his muscles instantaneously and his malicious grin widened in delight. "Trunks did you
say? You don't by any chance mean Trunks Briefs do you? Haven't you been listening to the radio?" He
spoke with barely restrained mirth, without moving his hands from their resting-places. "Apparently the
poor boy was attacked on his way home tonight. Nasty business really. He was dismembered, and left
outside his house for his family to find. His mother came out to answer a ring at the door, and there was her
darling son, in pieces." Robert paused to enjoy the horrified denial in her eyes. "Tragic…" he finished,
savoring both the word and her reaction. The loss in her voice was almost tangible.
"TRUNKS!! NOOOOO!!"
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Trunks sped to Lysandria's house as fast as he could manage, barely a blur of light to those beneath him.
All he could think of was the fact that she was in danger, and he burst through the door of the mansion
without a second thought. Landing, he ran past some surprised guards and servants, speeding up the stairs.
"TRUNKS!" the piercing cry split the air, spurring him on in near panic. He reached the top of the stairs
and bolted down the hall in the direction of her cry. A woman stood outside looking up to see what the
commotion was about.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him
imperiously. Through the haze of fury he managed to pick up the words 'my house'. This must be
Lysandria's foster-mother. He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall.
"Where is she?" he demanded in a dangerous near whisper. "What have you done to her?"
The woman's eyes widened in fright, but she managed to shake her head as she struggled to be released.
"Where is who? I don't know what you're talking about!"
Trunks shook with impatience. He didn't have time for this. He pulled her down off the wall and shoved
her down the hall. "Show me where Lysandria is NOW!"
Giving in to fear of the towering mountain of muscle and fury, she stepped falteringly towards the door to
the right and pulled a key out of her pocket. She inserted it slowly into the lock.
"TRUNKS!! NOOOOO!!"
Forgetting the lock entirely as his vision went red, Trunks burst through the door, knocking the shattered
remains off the frame entirely in his haste to get to the other side.
The scene inside tried his self-control beyond anything he had ever experienced. A middle-aged man was
sprawled across the sobbing form of Lysandria. Her clothes had been torn down the middle, and just as
Trunks burst in, he was tensing to rip open her bra. The man stumbled back with the shock of the door's
sudden destruction, and yanked her bra away with him.
Trunks had never realized the violence that was the heritage of his Saiyajin blood, and was totally
unprepared for the sheer weight of his reaction. He wanted the man's blood and he wanted to personally
remove it from the man very slowly. He clung desperately to every but of self-control he had ever learned
and ignored the appealing images the flicked across his mind of the man begging in vain for mercy.
Lysandria slid down off the bed into a ball on the floor, covering herself and crying. Trunks glanced to
make sure she was ok before walking slowly and purposefully towards the man, who was climbing
ungracefully into a standing position with an expression that flickered from surprise to fury to indignation.
"Who are you?" He demanded as Trunks bore down on his slowly. "What are you doing in my house! I'll
have you prosecuted for this outrage!" Expressionlessly Trunks neared him, fists clenched to prevent
himself from strangling the man who had dared to touch his Lysandria. He stopped only two feet from the
man.
"I am Trunks. You tried to have me killed tonight, but far, far worse, you hurt Lysandria, and for that you
will pay dearly. I am taking her with me tonight, and if I ever see you within a 50-mile radius of her again,
I will kill you. I want you to send all her belongings to the Capsule Corp offices tomorrow, along with the
documents to sign her inheritance over to her, and then I want you to leave Japan and never return. And just
so you can never, ever do to anyone else what you tried to do to her…"
Without warning, Trunks swung up his knee with carefully controlled force, and smashed it into the man's
groin. There was a horrible crunching sound and the man folded in agony and collapsed to the floor, letting
out only a high-pitched cry of agony before blacking out from the pain.
Without another word, Trunks turned back to where Lysandria sat and crouched down. "Are you OK?" He
asked hesitantly, reaching out one hand towards her.
"With a cry, she launched herself against him and buried her face in his chest. "They…they t-told m-me
you were d-dead!" She stuttered out into his shirt between sobs.
Astonished that she had still been worried about him in the situation she was in, he pulled off his jacket and
tried to slide it on her to replace her ruined clothes. He couldn't get it on her properly as she refused to let
go of him. Abandoning the effort he simply draped it around her shoulders and picked her up, holding her
gently and carried her to the window. A simple kick sufficed to make a large exit where the glass had been,
and before he left, he remembered to turn to the woman who cowered in a corner.
"You should get an ambulance for him." He announced with an evil satisfaction. "I think I kicked a bit
harder than I meant. I heard bones crack in his spine, and a bundle of the other organs in there are probably
messed up big time as well."
The woman struggled to her feet. "Oh my poor Robert! What has that monster DONE to you??"
Trunks shrugged, careful not to jerk the girl in his arms. "It's no more that he deserved. He certainly won't
be harassing any more young women. Oh and if either of ye try to get me in trouble with the law for his,
just remember two things. I can do even worse to him OR you, and I'm sure they'd like to know what
you've been trying to do to Lysandria. Remember if you ever come near her again…"
Stepping up onto the sill, Trunks flew off towards his home, holding Lysandria tightly to his chest. She was
safe. He had saved his...friend? Or maybe more?
Emotionally spent, Lysandria fell asleep buried in his chest without even noticing that he was flying.
Trunks continued home, trying to ignore the sudden awareness that the girl pressing against him wore
nothing on top but his jacket draped over her shoulders.
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Gohan hurried around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Capsule Corp looming before
him. Everything seemed peaceful. He had obviously arrived on time to protect Bulma's family. He grinned
at the thought. Vegeta was in there somewhere, and if he ever got wind of the fact that Gohan was
'protecting' his family, he'd probably explode. Trunks wanted Goten to stop the assassins from bothering
everyone in the house, and Gohan had promised. Besides, it might be fun.
He was about to lean against the gate and wait for someone to turn up when a rustling behind him made
him swing around just on time to see three masked men dressed in black stepping out of the bushes. Each
carried a different weapon, which they brandished with apparent relish. From the way they held them it was
apparent that they had no small amount of skill.
"Hey Kid!" One of them called in a harsh rasping voice. "We're looking for a Trunks Briefs. Where is he?"
He spoke in a voice accustomed to obedience, and made no effort to whisper. Gohan winced. If they didn't
keep quiet Vegeta might hear them, and Gohan didn't want to see what would happen if he woke up and
came out. There would be no chance of the assassins surviving, and it was entirely probable that Trunk's
father would turn on him next.
The lead man took a threatening step towards him at his hesitation in answering. In truth, Gohan wasn't
really sure what to say. His short time as the Great Saiya-man had hardly prepared him for being attacked
by a bunch of guys who apparently thought they were terrifying. In truth all he was afraid of was that they
would wake Vegita.
"I'm a friend of Trunks. I advise you to forget your job and leave now, before you regret it. You're not
passing these gates." Gohan suddenly remembered the watch Bulma had made him to conceal his old
costume, which he still wore. A grin crossed his face in the darkness. He was right. This WAS going to be
fun.
"Leave now, for I am… THE GREAT SAIYA-MAN!" He announced in a quiet voice, as he tapped the
button on his watch and his costume materialized into being around him. One of the less professional
attackers collapsed laughing on the floor. The rest approached him with the movement of practiced martial
artists.
"I don't care who you are kid. You've just signed your DEATH warrant!" The leading man said loudly in a
contemptuous voice. He gestured and one of his companions leapt at Gohan, who was still cringing at his
loud voice. The man who attacked him carried a set of knives, and stabbed at him suddenly. Gohan had no
difficulty in dodging, and, disoriented, the man swung at him again.
"I have…" He dodged another knife. "…No problem with…" Dodge. "…You guys…" Dodge Dodge.
"…Trying to kill me…" Duck. "…But could you be quiet about it?…" Dodge. "… There are people in
there you don't wanna…" Dodge. "… wake up." He dodged again. "Really!"
The man attacking him was livid. "Would you shut up and stay still!" He demanded. Seeing his companion
was getting careless, the leader gestured for him to fall back and let another take his place, but it was too
late. Frustrated at the man's shout and afraid it had woken Vegeta, Gohan had taken action, and the man
sailed through the air and landed unconscious with the thud of breaking bones.
The man who had laughed at Gohan's costume gasped in outrage, and despite the leader's sharp "No!" he
lunged at Gohan, and within seconds joined his friend in a heap on the pavement.
The leader looked at Gohan with a newfound respect, and fell into fighting stance. "You may have gotten
my men, but they were careless. I am more skilled, as you will soon learn to regret."
"I already asked you to be QUIET!!" Gohan whispered angrily, just as a form landed behind him and a foot
shot out and kicked the man in the head. He folded soundlessly to the floor as Trunks lowered his foot
behind him. Gohan hurriedly rid himself of his costume, as Trunks asked him if that was the last of them.
"Yea I thinks so. I only saw three. They were so noisy I think they might have woken your dad though!" He
answered worriedly. Trunks shook his head in the darkness. "There's a sound resistant field built into the
walls. The noise of the city was irritating mom. He can't hear anything in there." Gohan kicked a dent in
the wall in frustration.
Suddenly he remembered Lysandria. "Trunks is she…" Before he had a chance to finish the question,
Trunks stepped into a patch of moonlight, and Gohan noticed for the first time that he was carrying
something. The moon crept out from behind the clouds, and glittered in long flowing hair that streaming
from the slender form in his friend's arms.
"You got her? Is she OK?" He asked. Trunks nodded and jumped over the gate, careful not to wake the
sleeping form in his arms. Gohan followed and they hurried into the house. They crept in the door and
silently shut it. A slow tapping sound alerted the instantly that something was amiss. The turned slowly to
face the glaring face of Bulma, who sat in the hall tapping her foot angrily.
"Trunks Briefs where have you been. It's almost morning and I've been worried SICK! I…" Suddenly she
noticed the sleeping, semi-clothed form in his arms. "Trunks what happened? What's going on? Is that the
girl that was here yesterday? Is she OK?"
In as few words as possible, Trunks took turns of explaining that yes, this was Lysandria. Yes, she was ok.
She had had a rough night, and they would explain everything in the morning. They were sorry for being
late. Could they go and put her to bed in the guestroom now?
Finally Bulma let them go, with another glare that promised that a much more lengthy explanation was in
order in the morning.
They headed upstairs into the guestroom and she headed off to join her husband in her room.
Problems began when they tried to put Lysandria down in the guestroom. Even in her sleep, she maintained
a death-grip on Trunks's shirt. After about five minutes of trying to detach her from him, Gohan shrugged
and sat on the bed.
"Forget it. We're not gonna get her off you. I'll take the guestroom, and you take her with you. She can
move in here in the morning."
Resigned, trunks, turned and headed out the door. Gohan's whispered voice stopped him. "You have all the
luck…" Trunks turned his head long enough to glare at his friend's grinning face before he left.
He kicked the door closed gently and walked over to his bed. After one last token effort to detach her he
gave in and lay down. Lysandria stretched out and curled up comfortably against him without waking.
Trunks was not so lucky. He lay sleepless for hours, trying to figure out where during the past few days the
girl in his arms had become so precious to him that he almost lost control when she was in danger. Unable
to figure it out, he simply held her tighter and waited. Hours later he drifted into a restless sleep, filled with
strange dreams…
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Anywho I hope this chapter is ok. I have no idea where it came from. Seemed to write itself! I was half
asleep so Sowwy ?
Next Chapter will FINALLY give all there is to know about Lysandria and her past, and Trunks' dreams
too. And the chapter after that… the Deamon strikes…. Yippie!
Anyways that all for now. Thanks!
"And now you know I shall have to kill you"