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`The Machine`
Summary: Sailor Mars and Mercury are sucked into the DBZ world, changing fate, and bringing back one of the deadliest enemies to conquer the Z fighters.
Takes place:
SM: A few days after the defeat of Dark Moon Circus
DBZ: A month and a half after Goku defeat Majin Buu.
Important: This is an Alternate Universe fic. Lets say Goku did beat Majin Buu, but he died because a strange power was blocking out Dragon Shenlon's power, rendering the Dragon Balls useless. The last wish made, however, was to erase everyone's memory of Buu.
Chapter 1:
A Gift for the Princess of Mars
AN: Oh wow. Some people really do like this fic. Thanks, you guys and girls know who you are! (^-^)
*Rei*
A bright light penetrated my closed eyelids and I fought the urge to breathe out a frustrated sigh. Morning had come too soon, and I was still tired. Why couldn't the sun just take a small break, or why won't someone just close my shutters?
With a yawn I reluctantly pulled myself from my soft bed, as my mind started to practically beg me to lay back down and rest.
But today was another day, and another day meant chores. My eyesight refused to clear quick enough and after I swung my feet over my bed's edge, I rubbed my stinging eyes.
Why were they stinging?
Emotions and reality forced itself into my brain and I bit back a sob. That vision . . . why did I have to remember it?!
'Usagi . . .' my mind whispers. 'I'll do whatever I can to protect you from that witch!'
With the vision, my memory also returns, as if just coming out from hibernation. And there was Ami, curled up on the other side of my room, sleeping soundlessly with a pillow and blanket. She did more than she thought she did.
Ami, the bookworm of the team, always coming through when it came with someone else's feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned my vision, but no, I had to. This vision was worse than any other that haunted me before. It tore my heart up inside every time it escaped the back of my head and into my brain, which processed it to my eyes yet again.
But I was given this gift to help prevent the horrible futures from coming. And I wasn't about to let a vision scare me off! Usagi would live, even at the cost of my own life. Ami was right. We were to protect each other, the inners looked out for one another as friends and allies throughout a fight. But mostly, we looked out for our princess, destined to take the thrown of Crystal Tokyo and destined to take a large place in our hearts.
I closed my eyes slowly, the vision appearing under my eyelids for just a second, but then vanishing. Something was wrong . . .
My feet guided me through my grandpa's shrine as I ran to consult with the fire. Something was definitely wrong. A strange energy was radiating from somewhere, but I didn't know where.
'Damn it, something's not right!' I shouted mentally. I opened the sliding wooden door where the fire stayed burning brightly, its heat giving off such warmth and protection it made me shudder.
My hands made a dash for some incense as I prepared to find out exactly what my vision meant, and when it was to happen. Sure I had tried this soon after the vision turned to me as it's keeper, but nothing happened, as if the fire didn't want me to know. A certain senshi never wanted us to know some parts of our future, but when it came to the Princess, sure she would let everyone know. And other than that, I doubted that she had this type of power.
The incense was set and I sat with my legs under me and my arms folded in front of me in prayer.
"Taki-bi de aru watashi no an'naisha, mi-no-ue o uranua!" I chanted softly and poured all my concentration into interoperating this vision. "Okonau de nai yokusei suru soshite shiraseru watashi no ima!" (AN # 2)
I felt the immense heat of the fire burning brighter each time my vocal chords hummed the words. My eyes opened and only for a few seconds, I saw Tokyo Tower shrouded in such a dark power I almost choked on my words.
"Taki-bi de aru watashi no an'naisha, mi-no-ue o uranua!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the wooden walls and floor and in my ears.
The fire grew larger, doubling its size, but I didn't give up, not now, if I could hold out for just a while longer . . .
Beads of sweat mixed with the occasional tear fell down my face. My chest burned as if my heart was on fire, and my eyes pleaded to be shut. I chanted the words over and over and over, but the fire didn't give me anything!
Why wasn't it responding? It had showed Tokyo Tower, but what now?! My eyes drooped close, just in time to see a red tear run down my cheek, it touched a bead of sweat and they intertwined, making the crimson liquid brighter.
A spark of fire jumped at me from the enormous flame and sizzled when it touched the strange crimson droplet. It hit my hand and burned with a fiery touch, so hot that for a second I thought my whole arm was on fire.
I didn't even notice that I was chanting a whole set of different words until a second crimson droplet fell on my hand, it to being struck by a flame.
"Rin, pyou, tuo, sha, kai, jin, retsu, sai, zen! Akuryo taisan!" My voice beamed as more droplets fell from my eyes, down my cheeks, were struck by a flame, and settled on my hand. (AN: # 3)
My eyes closed as I chanted louder, my face suddenly being hit with air, brushing my bangs away from my face and I just felt the sign of Mars appear on my forehead. My head shot back, as if I was just slapped and a shriek escaped my lips as my clothes vanished and a stunning red dress appeared out of nowhere.
It's thin straps crossed into an "X" on my back and red feathers intertwined into my raven black hair, touching the sides of the wooden floor. Dark red lipstick was placed on my lips out of nowhere, a bright scarlet ribbon wound its way around my waist and tied into a bow on the left side of my abdomen. On my bare feet, burgundy colored high heels appeared.
My eyes shot open and I simultaneously brought my hands up to see what caused this new change. They were fastened securely around a glowing red object. Reluctantly I opened them, and the fire in front of me surged to life, the flames closing around me and I screamed.
But my voice betrayed me in seconds, the scream dying down as I realized the fire didn't burn.
It didn't burn.
It felt warm, like I was tanning at the beach under the sun, but there was no sun, just the fire, adding an eerie feeling to this utterly new and unbelievable experience. 'How is this even possible?' My mind couldn't help but question.
In my hand, there was something in my hand.
It was starting to burn and as I looked upon the small object, my eyes doubled in their size. A small, red crystal shone brightly with the fire's light. There was no way! How could this be achievable? Only Usagi, Princess Serenity, had a Ginzuishou! Not me!
It looked just like Usagi's Ginzuishou, only this one was a bright crimson red. 'H-how? But when . . . we never . . .' My mind was too disoriented and I couldn't think straight. Me? A holder of a different Ginzuishou?
As I speculated this, the fire blasted up and the heat rose with it. My skin burned and I once again screamed. My eyes were still open, and I could see the fire claw at my skin, yet it left no marks, no trace of there being a fire at all.
Except the heat, so much heat. The flames grew larger again and they seemed to form a beautiful bird made of fire, it screeched a passionate roar and entered the red crystal in my hand.
In an instant, the flames died and I was left panting in darkness.
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*Bulma*
"Are you always going to be this miserable?" I asked the small and irate man standing on the balcony. His black air spiked up, defying gravity, even when wet. But he was a Saiyan, and their hair was always . . . interesting.
He pretended to ignore me, and turned his gaze to the stars, arms folded. I once again asked myself, why did I love the little bastard? Especially at times like these ones.
Goku was dead for over a month now. He had been one of my dearest friends, if not that one annoying little kid brother who was always getting into trouble when my back was turned. I wanted to stop the need of wanting another's presence as well as some sympathy.
Yet he, Prince Vegita, wasn't about to be so kind. Apparently he had his own inner thoughts to battle and I wasn't one of them at the very moment.
Annoyed, I turned away, attempting to conceal my hurt from him. He was just probably pissed because Goku got himself killed, rather then Vegita finishing it for him. I held back a sniffle and stepped back into the house, hand poised over the handle of the sliding door.
"What makes you think I'm miserable?" Vegeta snapped. He turned his back, leaving me to face his bare muscular chest and a pair of too tight jeans. "Buu is dead. Isn't that what matters?"
Apparently not to him. Something was bothering him, and it was more than Son's final death, as we dubbed it. I chewed on my lower lip, attempting to fight my own hurt.
I looked up at him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you miserable." I apologized. He had his own way of dealing with pain, unlike us humans.
He humphed, turning to face me once again. "I've come to expect that from you onnas."
I abruptly caught myself from shouting a comeback, not wanting to get into an argument right now. We've both been snappish lately, and in all honesty, I wanted to get the day over with.
By right, I should have just crawled into bed alone and went to sleep. But I wanted him to be with me. In an attempt to change the course of our conversation, I leaned against the glass and stared off at the blinking city lights.
"Son's funeral is over with, I'm actually relieved. I think we're going to have some peace around here finally. But, I'm going to miss him a lot." Silence fell between us. Vegita positioned himself on the balcony banister, arms crossed, back to the brick face. He said nothing but I caught a brief flash of pain in his eyes. "You're going to miss him too, eh?"
I saw him wince.
"Hardly. I just wanted to be the one to kill him." Vegeta paused. "That and the fact that he still owes me a fight."
"Vegita, why can't you let it go. Leave Son dead, and forget about fighting?" The words were out before I could stop them.
What I wanted was for him to be as obsessed with me as he was with fighting. But that would never happened. Vegita had too much pride to give up what made him what he was. A warrior Prince. I had to ask though, even if it was out of line.
"Let it go? Let it go?! Do you know what you are asking for onna? What's upsetting you? You're more annoying than usual. Are you suffering from that PMS thing?"
Son's death was making me uncharacteristically hostile, I realized. "No!" I shot back, angry at his sarcasm. "If it hasn't occurred to you, I've just buried a good friend a few weeks ago. I'm not very happy right now and you don't seem to give a damn!"
He was so startled by the force of my voice, he nearly lost his balance on the rail, and had to grab for my arm to steady himself. "Kami, onna! Is that why you are here? To whimper about that third-class idiot?"
I heaved in tears, crushed by his coldness, but expecting it nonetheless. What did I see in this man? Why by, Kami did I ever bare his child and raise him for eight years? I looked away, remembering that day, when I actually thought he was vulnerable, even human.
He seemed to need me then, weakened by his injuries both emotional and physical. I thought we could have something. "Why do you have to be so godsdamned cruel and cold?! You're like a fucking heartless machine!"
His brows rose and his thin lips pouted, just for a second. It then became a line of impassivity. "Why should it matter?"
"Mom!"
My son's voice broke in from the other room. He appeared in the doorway, face drawn with confusion and worry. "It's Goten, he's on the phone. Chi-Chi's gone crazy! They said Gohan's missing!"
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*Ami*
A soft beeping sound made it's way to my ears. What was it? I wanted to open my eyes to see, but I was tired. After comforting Rei, she had gone to sleep and I stayed awake for a little while, just in case something happened.
'Rei!' My mind yelled, suddenly remembering the fact that Rei always gets up early in the morning to work around her grandfather's shrine.
I open my eyes and gaze around Rei's room, to find out she wasn't there. 'Don't tell me I slept through Rei doing her chores?' I asked myself. 'Jeez, I'm turning into Usagi.'
A tsunami of energy both light and dark attacked my senses as soon as I was out the door. It made me weak, and I fell to my knees in surprise. I didn't know what this energy was, but Rei's vision came to mind, and I felt an immense light energy coming from the temple. "Princess of Mars . . .?"
My mind raced with confusion, it felt somewhat familiar, yet so distinct at the same time. I staggered to my feet, why was the Princess of Mars here? Was it because of Rei's vision? The wooden door was opened when I found her.
She was sitting in prayer, in the dark, and panting so heavily I heard he down the hall. "Rei . . ." My voice whispered, seemingly strange coming from me because it sounded so sure when inside I was too confused.
When no one answered I walked slowly toward the panting shadow, only the shining sun over head, sending streaks of light through the opened door, guided my path. "Rei?" I repeated when I was behind her, and my eyes turned into saucers, was that . . .?
A red Ginzuishou? Was that even possible? There was only one and that belonged to Usagi Tsukino, Sailor Moon, Princess Serenity! So why would Rei, Princess of Mars, have one? It didn't make sense, nothing was making sense lately.
Immediately I knelt down next to Rei and tapped her gently on her shoulder. "Rei, are you okay?"
Numbly, she nodded and said, "I am the holder of the Takizuisho. The Fire Crystal . . ." It seemed to take her all that effort just to talk, because before I could answer, she fell limp in my arms and the crystal dropped from her hands and into mine.
However, as soon as the Takizuisho touched my palm, steam rose from the crystal and fire crackled. 'What?' My mind raced, trying to come up with a possible explanation. The crystal was hotter than coal!
It dropped and made a burn on the floor. There was no way Rei could have held this! I grabbed they crystal and gently tossed it into the wood of the fireplace, and fire ripped up, gaining it's life force from extreme heat and wood.
Carefully, I stood, Rei's arm around my shoulders and walked quietly back to her room. The girls would need to know about this, and what the Princess of Mars had to say, must be very important if she saved it until now to tell us.
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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, and for the boost of confidence. Some people seem interested in my fic so far, staring my two favorite Sailor Senshi. I thank you all, and hope that you continue to review.
AN # 2: The words Rei was chanting mean this:
"Taki-bi de aru watashi no an'naisha, mi-no-ue o uranua!"
"Oh fire be my guide, tell me what you see!"
"Okonau de nai yokusei suru soshite shiraseru watashi no ima!"
"Do not hold back and tell me now!"
AN # 3:
"Rin, pyou, tuo, sha, kai, jin, retsu, sai, zen! Akuryo taisan!" I don't really know what this means. All I know is that this is one of Sailor Mars' attacks. She concentrates on her spirit ward, then throws it. "Akuryo taisan" means "evil spirits be gone". I ran out of chants, so I decided to use this one. ^-^