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`The Machine`
Author's Notes: I'm sorry this took extremely long, but I've been really busy, and I'm also trying to update the other fic I have. Anyways, just let me shut up and read, after I finally cleared the way and I can stay in DBZ land for a while.
*Chibi Trunks*
Goten and I jumped off of Nimbus with stretches and lazy yawns. Now that we were far enough from home (mostly the adults), and since they were all preoccupied, we could fly the rest of the way to Kami's lookout. We wouldn't have to worry about anyone sensing us, thus getting to Kami's lookout without any trouble. It had been only a small while; probably no more than a half an hour, since we left Capsule Corp without anyone knowing, and since then, I had a feeling that something was going on. It was at the pit of my stomach, but when I tried to figure out what it was, like if I was hungry, it went away, only to come back twice as strong. Maybe I was nervous. Gohan, my Dad, and maybe even Goten's dad were being held captive by I guy I barely heard about. All I knew was that my Dad used to work for his younger brother, and then left, only to help kill him and his brother later on. Unconsciously I searched for my Dad's Ki. I was still unable to find him, or the rest, and despite the fact that I wouldn't admit it, not even to Goten, I was scared.
"Trunks," Goten turned to me with his usual trade-mark grin. "What are we going to wish for with the Dragon balls -- if they aren't turned to stone like all the other ones?" It dawned to me that we had been through a similar situation like this, right before Brolly showed up -- the Ultimate Saiyan Warrior, the Legendary Super Saiyan. It took all we had and more to beat him, and he had come back to life, one way or another, twice. Was it just me, or did we have bad luck with stuff like this? And, why did whenever we look for the Dragon balls, something bad always seemed to happen afterward?
"Goten, do I have to tell you everything?" I gained a burst of speed, my white ki leaving dust-like clouds behind me. Goten appeared right beside me, and I held back a smirk as he turned super-saiyan and gained another power boost, this time leaving me behind. Fortunately for me, I did the same and we were neck to neck in a playful race.
"Um . . ." Goten scratched his head, "is that a trick question?"
Laughing sympathetically, I replied, "What am I going to do with you, Goten? You act just like my Dad says your dad used to act! Don't you listen, I told you already?"
He grinned once more. "Yeah Trunks! If I didn't listen, I wouldn't be going to get the dragon balls with you, again. But I don't remember what you said . . . ." He replied as if it were the easiest question in the world. "So what are we going to get with the Dragon balls?"
"All we have to do is wish your dad, Gohan, and my dad back from wherever they are. Then when they're here, they can beat up Freeza and Cooler." I answered after an exasperated sigh.
"Oh yeah!" Goten shouted with a grin. "Does that mean we can't wish for some food? I'm hungry . . . ."
"Does food float around your mind every five minutes?"
"Food floats?" (AN: I just love Goten when he acts like this. ^_^;; Continue reading.)
My head hung low as a groan escaped my lips. "I pity your small Son mind." I mumbled, and my friend just laughed, his hand scratching the back of his head.
But his laughing stopped, and when I looked over to him, my friend's face was a ghostly pale as he stopped immediately. Unfortunately for me, I stopped a few seconds too late, running into something -- or someone -- hard. "Trunks!" Goten squeaked out fearfully.
I looked up, eyes wide with fright and shock as I saw just who I had ran into. I recognized his scowl of pride, his dark eyes, gravity defying black hair. "P . . . papa . . . ." I whispered hoarsely. I had no idea if it was out of love or fright, but a small whimper escaped my throat as I backed up. Goten stood (more like floated) defiantly by my side with a frown on his face.
"Brats," my father spat harshly, "where the hell are the two new women?" A brown object moved behind him in anger and my eyes narrowed as I realized it had hair on it, and that it was attached to my dad's body.
'A tail!' My mind dawned on the viciously waving tail and my eyes widened once more. "Papa . . . what . . .?"
Goten growled and whispered something into my ear, his eyes on my dad, Vegita, Prince of the Saiyans, "I don't think Mr. Vegita's the same, Trunks. He has no ki . . . but he has a tail."
"I noticed, Goten!" I replied, getting into a fighting stance, despite my pleading emotions. This man was not my father. Despite his stubborn and harsh exterior composer, my dad never had eyes as cold as he. My father had caring and pride-filled eyes, but not the look alike in front of me. His eyes were nothing but empty pools of darkness, nothing but emotionless bottomless pits. Damn whoever Cooler was, damn him to hell and back.
"You're . . ." I whispered, my ki rising with each heartbeat, with each breath this evil man took. ". . . Not . . ."
"Not what, brat? Do you have power to go with pitifully useless words boy? Show your father what you have!" He shouted, and he powered up. I still felt no trace of ki.
"Trunks . . ." My friend whispered uncertainly, but my ki rose quickly and whatever he said was cut off as I shouted in rage and flew towards this man who looked like my father, but wasn't.
"You're not my father you bastard!" I accused, punching and kicking him wherever I could reach. (AN: Why did typing that remind me so much of Star Wars? -.-;;) He blocked all of my blows as I attacked blindly, my ki raising with each blow. "Give" -- I made a punch to his rib cage, -- "me" -- then kicked the side of his head before disappearing from behind him, -- "back" -- he blocked my blow to his shins and punched me across the face, but I recovered and disappeared again, -- "PAPA!" Once again I aimed blindly, sending ki blasts, kicking, punching, screaming, all the while angry tears streamed down my face of all the emotion I had held back.
But not now, this man had taken my father! He was going to pay!
I punched him in the face, but he growled and kneed me in the stomach. I hunched over, just in time to see him as he doubled his fists, hitting me in the back and sending me plummeting towards the earth.
*Chibi Goten*
"Trunks!" I shouted, flying quickly to try to save my friend -- my only and best friend. He couldn't leave me, he was the only one I had left. My father was dead, dieing before I was born only to come back for a day, ultimately dieing for good a last time. Gohan was taken away, and so was Mr. Vegita. If Trunks died, I would be the last Saiyan, half-breed or not. He was my best friend, I couldn't just leave him--
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me and I held up my arm, just in time to meet his fist. "Mr. Vegita what are you doing?!" I shouted, sending a ki blast towards his head and then flying back to where Trunks was. 'Hold on buddy, I'm coming!' Was my only thought as a ball of yellow energy was sent flying towards me from the other direction. I blocked it with my own, but my eyes didn't stop from going wide as I saw exactly who the blast belonged to. "G . . . Gohan . . . ." I whispered, gulping as Vegita floated a few feet behind me, Gohan, my big brother, the same distance in front of me.
He smiled, Vegita smirked. "The Saiyan race must be eliminated." They said simultaneously. "Cooler and Freeza will prevail, and all of what is good will be stopped."
I growled, my eyes darting from one warrior to the other. I couldn't take them alone, and if I had to, I know I would get myself killed with or without Trunks. I was talking about the two strongest people in the universe since my dad was dead. "Shimatta . . ." I mumbled, just before there was a sudden raise of ki.
"PAPA!" I heard Trunks shout as he flew in, his hair spiking to gold as he went Super Saiyan. "You're not my papa and you're not gonna hurt my friend! I won't let you!" He flew in position behind me, him facing his dad, me facing my big brother.
An idea hit me and I smiled. "You're both gonna get your butts kicked good now!" I shouted, "We're gonna show you real power!"
Trunks seemed to get the idea as he threw a blast at his father, then turning to throw one at Gohan, just after I turned and delivered my own to Mr. Vegita. "Now!" Trunks commanded. With weird leg positions and arm movements, Trunks and I powered up.
"Fusion!" We shouted in union, our index fingers touching, and no more were we Trunks or Goten. Now, we were one. Trunks and I had fused once more, creating Gotenks, Super Saiyan Level Tree.
~*^*^*~
*Hotaru -- Sailor Saturn*
"Don't treat me like a fool," I hissed at the smirking android in front of me. His arms were crossed in front of him and his feet made imprints in the white snow.
It had been no more than an hour since I had found myself on this planet, Earth no doubt. It was identically alike our dimension's Earth with the exception of one thing. It's inhabitants. An elite race of super humans with incredible strength and powers, who had been through worse than most of us, lived here. The Saiyans. Not only that, but two green beings with telepathic and regeneration skills called Namekans, one Earth-raised, had made their homes here as well. Not to mention one was God. There were other races--many in fact, but only a selected few had enough power to help defeat the enemies they had encountered. However, most of which had died, on more than one occasion, and been brought by the Dragon balls. To think, we had to be reborn the hard way.
Juunanagou was one of those elite warriors, needless to say. He was, also, once their enemies, as was his sister, Juuhachigou. Apparently she had married another, and Juunanagou had ventured off here. Alone, isolated to everyone but his car, his gun, and the cold snow he probably could not feel. In that order.
I could relate to the feeling, of being alone, I mean. Even the weakling Hotaru could, as a matter of fact.
But, now, I was standing--floating, to put it into better terms--no more than three feet above the ground. So these elite senshi could fly. And shoot ki blasts, and fight extremely well in the martial arts department.
Juunanagou was snickering, shaking his head slowly. "You took a longer time than I expected. You are, after all a warrior, even though you are dressed in ridiculessly strange uniforms."
I growled. How dare he treat me that way? Me! The Princess of Saturn that could destroy this planet in a single attack! "Mocking idiot." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. He was right, fighting in a short skirt was a bit humiliating, though the boots I didn't mind. (AN: I totaly lover her lace up boots!)
"Like I said before, do not treat me like a fool. I was not trained in this form of fighting, but that does not mean I cannot kill you if I wanted to."
"If you wanted to?" He sounded skeptical, and a hint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.
"Yes, 'if I wanted to.' You've taken me in when you could have left me to die, you've shown me how to unlock my ki, and I still need you to take me to Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury." I answered, my feet making not a sound on the soft snow. "So you see, I cannot kill you. Yet."
"So now it's 'yet'?"
"I may just learn to put up with you." I smirked. Suddenly, he frowned, looking to the north western hemisphere. "What is it?" I asked.
"Hn. Looks like Son Goku's kid and the Egoistic Prince's kid havr fused . . . and are fighting something." He said, as if talking to himself.
"Something? Can't you sense who?" I snapped.
"I would have said so if I did, but I can't." He countered. "Damaru, quiet so I can concentrate."
I rolled my eyes but shut my mouth. \\We Firefly, can you sense anything?\\
//You're asking me? I thought you referred to me as weak.//
\\Just answer the question so I could think of you with distaste and dislike instead of disgust and disgrace.\\
//. . . .//
\\Firefly, I'm impatient, don't keep me waiting.\\
//I . . . whoever these two kids are, they're strong. But, they're loosing to a pair of warriors much stronger than them, including their fused form. One is the father of the first boy, the other is the brother of the second.//
\\Family dispute?\\
//Worse. The father and brother are . . .//
\\Are what? I'm not one of your weak friends that faint at the loss of blood.\\
//To put it simply, they're close to souless. They're being controled, and because of that, their souls are withering away into nothing.// Her voice faded away; the like was now closed.
'Firefly, you and your petty emotions. . . .' I thought darkly, picking myself up from the snow until I was in the air. "Juunanagou, they're fighting Gohan and Vegita," I called, taking the names that fit the discription of the stories he had told me.
He laughed half-heartidly. "Well, the Saiyan Prince is evil once again. Why is this a concern to me?"
"If this planet means anything to your mechanical heart, then you should be concerned. They two are being controled, by Cooler I assume. The more people he controls, the stronger his army becomes, and the less chance you all have of surviving."
Juunanagou shrugged. "A fight might be worth while." The android mused, taking off into the air. With a sigh, I followed suit.
'It will take a while before I can learn to put up with him.' I thought.
**End of Chapter**
My sincerest, best, most genuine, most honest, most earnest, and my greatest heartfelt apology I give to you! I am not worthy! *goes on knees and cries, and begs, and grovels, and pleads, and bows.* Spare my miserable fiction writing time! Not only did I not update since the 14th, but now I made this chapter extremely short! SOOOOOOORRRRRRRYYYYYYY!! I truly tried to update but I couldn't! I had so much projects, and homework, and tests, and school work, and make-up work to do, I couldn't write anything for this! SORRY!
I'm only 13 and in 7th grade GRRRR! They should cut back on all this work!! We're only kids damn it! Ugh, I think I've got arthritus pain at the age of 13. And I think my head's gonna explode from memorizing too many things. Ugh.
Well, the reason I updated this short chapter was because I might not update till Tuesday the 30th, and it's better short than none, right? Well, see ya soon, and sorry!
Oh, but before I go, just wanted to tell ya that I'm gonna write another fic, and it mainly focuses around Hotaru. you could vote for pairings on a Sailor Moon Crossover fic thingy under my pen name and profile. Ja ne!
`The Machine`
Author's Notes: I'm sorry this took extremely long, but I've been really busy, and I'm also trying to update the other fic I have. Anyways, just let me shut up and read, after I finally cleared the way and I can stay in DBZ land for a while.
*Chibi Trunks*
Goten and I jumped off of Nimbus with stretches and lazy yawns. Now that we were far enough from home (mostly the adults), and since they were all preoccupied, we could fly the rest of the way to Kami's lookout. We wouldn't have to worry about anyone sensing us, thus getting to Kami's lookout without any trouble. It had been only a small while; probably no more than a half an hour, since we left Capsule Corp without anyone knowing, and since then, I had a feeling that something was going on. It was at the pit of my stomach, but when I tried to figure out what it was, like if I was hungry, it went away, only to come back twice as strong. Maybe I was nervous. Gohan, my Dad, and maybe even Goten's dad were being held captive by I guy I barely heard about. All I knew was that my Dad used to work for his younger brother, and then left, only to help kill him and his brother later on. Unconsciously I searched for my Dad's Ki. I was still unable to find him, or the rest, and despite the fact that I wouldn't admit it, not even to Goten, I was scared.
"Trunks," Goten turned to me with his usual trade-mark grin. "What are we going to wish for with the Dragon balls -- if they aren't turned to stone like all the other ones?" It dawned to me that we had been through a similar situation like this, right before Brolly showed up -- the Ultimate Saiyan Warrior, the Legendary Super Saiyan. It took all we had and more to beat him, and he had come back to life, one way or another, twice. Was it just me, or did we have bad luck with stuff like this? And, why did whenever we look for the Dragon balls, something bad always seemed to happen afterward?
"Goten, do I have to tell you everything?" I gained a burst of speed, my white ki leaving dust-like clouds behind me. Goten appeared right beside me, and I held back a smirk as he turned super-saiyan and gained another power boost, this time leaving me behind. Fortunately for me, I did the same and we were neck to neck in a playful race.
"Um . . ." Goten scratched his head, "is that a trick question?"
Laughing sympathetically, I replied, "What am I going to do with you, Goten? You act just like my Dad says your dad used to act! Don't you listen, I told you already?"
He grinned once more. "Yeah Trunks! If I didn't listen, I wouldn't be going to get the dragon balls with you, again. But I don't remember what you said . . . ." He replied as if it were the easiest question in the world. "So what are we going to get with the Dragon balls?"
"All we have to do is wish your dad, Gohan, and my dad back from wherever they are. Then when they're here, they can beat up Freeza and Cooler." I answered after an exasperated sigh.
"Oh yeah!" Goten shouted with a grin. "Does that mean we can't wish for some food? I'm hungry . . . ."
"Does food float around your mind every five minutes?"
"Food floats?" (AN: I just love Goten when he acts like this. ^_^;; Continue reading.)
My head hung low as a groan escaped my lips. "I pity your small Son mind." I mumbled, and my friend just laughed, his hand scratching the back of his head.
But his laughing stopped, and when I looked over to him, my friend's face was a ghostly pale as he stopped immediately. Unfortunately for me, I stopped a few seconds too late, running into something -- or someone -- hard. "Trunks!" Goten squeaked out fearfully.
I looked up, eyes wide with fright and shock as I saw just who I had ran into. I recognized his scowl of pride, his dark eyes, gravity defying black hair. "P . . . papa . . . ." I whispered hoarsely. I had no idea if it was out of love or fright, but a small whimper escaped my throat as I backed up. Goten stood (more like floated) defiantly by my side with a frown on his face.
"Brats," my father spat harshly, "where the hell are the two new women?" A brown object moved behind him in anger and my eyes narrowed as I realized it had hair on it, and that it was attached to my dad's body.
'A tail!' My mind dawned on the viciously waving tail and my eyes widened once more. "Papa . . . what . . .?"
Goten growled and whispered something into my ear, his eyes on my dad, Vegita, Prince of the Saiyans, "I don't think Mr. Vegita's the same, Trunks. He has no ki . . . but he has a tail."
"I noticed, Goten!" I replied, getting into a fighting stance, despite my pleading emotions. This man was not my father. Despite his stubborn and harsh exterior composer, my dad never had eyes as cold as he. My father had caring and pride-filled eyes, but not the look alike in front of me. His eyes were nothing but empty pools of darkness, nothing but emotionless bottomless pits. Damn whoever Cooler was, damn him to hell and back.
"You're . . ." I whispered, my ki rising with each heartbeat, with each breath this evil man took. ". . . Not . . ."
"Not what, brat? Do you have power to go with pitifully useless words boy? Show your father what you have!" He shouted, and he powered up. I still felt no trace of ki.
"Trunks . . ." My friend whispered uncertainly, but my ki rose quickly and whatever he said was cut off as I shouted in rage and flew towards this man who looked like my father, but wasn't.
"You're not my father you bastard!" I accused, punching and kicking him wherever I could reach. (AN: Why did typing that remind me so much of Star Wars? -.-;;) He blocked all of my blows as I attacked blindly, my ki raising with each blow. "Give" -- I made a punch to his rib cage, -- "me" -- then kicked the side of his head before disappearing from behind him, -- "back" -- he blocked my blow to his shins and punched me across the face, but I recovered and disappeared again, -- "PAPA!" Once again I aimed blindly, sending ki blasts, kicking, punching, screaming, all the while angry tears streamed down my face of all the emotion I had held back.
But not now, this man had taken my father! He was going to pay!
I punched him in the face, but he growled and kneed me in the stomach. I hunched over, just in time to see him as he doubled his fists, hitting me in the back and sending me plummeting towards the earth.
*Chibi Goten*
"Trunks!" I shouted, flying quickly to try to save my friend -- my only and best friend. He couldn't leave me, he was the only one I had left. My father was dead, dieing before I was born only to come back for a day, ultimately dieing for good a last time. Gohan was taken away, and so was Mr. Vegita. If Trunks died, I would be the last Saiyan, half-breed or not. He was my best friend, I couldn't just leave him--
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me and I held up my arm, just in time to meet his fist. "Mr. Vegita what are you doing?!" I shouted, sending a ki blast towards his head and then flying back to where Trunks was. 'Hold on buddy, I'm coming!' Was my only thought as a ball of yellow energy was sent flying towards me from the other direction. I blocked it with my own, but my eyes didn't stop from going wide as I saw exactly who the blast belonged to. "G . . . Gohan . . . ." I whispered, gulping as Vegita floated a few feet behind me, Gohan, my big brother, the same distance in front of me.
He smiled, Vegita smirked. "The Saiyan race must be eliminated." They said simultaneously. "Cooler and Freeza will prevail, and all of what is good will be stopped."
I growled, my eyes darting from one warrior to the other. I couldn't take them alone, and if I had to, I know I would get myself killed with or without Trunks. I was talking about the two strongest people in the universe since my dad was dead. "Shimatta . . ." I mumbled, just before there was a sudden raise of ki.
"PAPA!" I heard Trunks shout as he flew in, his hair spiking to gold as he went Super Saiyan. "You're not my papa and you're not gonna hurt my friend! I won't let you!" He flew in position behind me, him facing his dad, me facing my big brother.
An idea hit me and I smiled. "You're both gonna get your butts kicked good now!" I shouted, "We're gonna show you real power!"
Trunks seemed to get the idea as he threw a blast at his father, then turning to throw one at Gohan, just after I turned and delivered my own to Mr. Vegita. "Now!" Trunks commanded. With weird leg positions and arm movements, Trunks and I powered up.
"Fusion!" We shouted in union, our index fingers touching, and no more were we Trunks or Goten. Now, we were one. Trunks and I had fused once more, creating Gotenks, Super Saiyan Level Tree.
~*^*^*~
*Hotaru -- Sailor Saturn*
"Don't treat me like a fool," I hissed at the smirking android in front of me. His arms were crossed in front of him and his feet made imprints in the white snow.
It had been no more than an hour since I had found myself on this planet, Earth no doubt. It was identically alike our dimension's Earth with the exception of one thing. It's inhabitants. An elite race of super humans with incredible strength and powers, who had been through worse than most of us, lived here. The Saiyans. Not only that, but two green beings with telepathic and regeneration skills called Namekans, one Earth-raised, had made their homes here as well. Not to mention one was God. There were other races--many in fact, but only a selected few had enough power to help defeat the enemies they had encountered. However, most of which had died, on more than one occasion, and been brought by the Dragon balls. To think, we had to be reborn the hard way.
Juunanagou was one of those elite warriors, needless to say. He was, also, once their enemies, as was his sister, Juuhachigou. Apparently she had married another, and Juunanagou had ventured off here. Alone, isolated to everyone but his car, his gun, and the cold snow he probably could not feel. In that order.
I could relate to the feeling, of being alone, I mean. Even the weakling Hotaru could, as a matter of fact.
But, now, I was standing--floating, to put it into better terms--no more than three feet above the ground. So these elite senshi could fly. And shoot ki blasts, and fight extremely well in the martial arts department.
Juunanagou was snickering, shaking his head slowly. "You took a longer time than I expected. You are, after all a warrior, even though you are dressed in ridiculessly strange uniforms."
I growled. How dare he treat me that way? Me! The Princess of Saturn that could destroy this planet in a single attack! "Mocking idiot." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. He was right, fighting in a short skirt was a bit humiliating, though the boots I didn't mind. (AN: I totaly lover her lace up boots!)
"Like I said before, do not treat me like a fool. I was not trained in this form of fighting, but that does not mean I cannot kill you if I wanted to."
"If you wanted to?" He sounded skeptical, and a hint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.
"Yes, 'if I wanted to.' You've taken me in when you could have left me to die, you've shown me how to unlock my ki, and I still need you to take me to Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury." I answered, my feet making not a sound on the soft snow. "So you see, I cannot kill you. Yet."
"So now it's 'yet'?"
"I may just learn to put up with you." I smirked. Suddenly, he frowned, looking to the north western hemisphere. "What is it?" I asked.
"Hn. Looks like Son Goku's kid and the Egoistic Prince's kid havr fused . . . and are fighting something." He said, as if talking to himself.
"Something? Can't you sense who?" I snapped.
"I would have said so if I did, but I can't." He countered. "Damaru, quiet so I can concentrate."
I rolled my eyes but shut my mouth. \\We Firefly, can you sense anything?\\
//You're asking me? I thought you referred to me as weak.//
\\Just answer the question so I could think of you with distaste and dislike instead of disgust and disgrace.\\
//. . . .//
\\Firefly, I'm impatient, don't keep me waiting.\\
//I . . . whoever these two kids are, they're strong. But, they're loosing to a pair of warriors much stronger than them, including their fused form. One is the father of the first boy, the other is the brother of the second.//
\\Family dispute?\\
//Worse. The father and brother are . . .//
\\Are what? I'm not one of your weak friends that faint at the loss of blood.\\
//To put it simply, they're close to souless. They're being controled, and because of that, their souls are withering away into nothing.// Her voice faded away; the like was now closed.
'Firefly, you and your petty emotions. . . .' I thought darkly, picking myself up from the snow until I was in the air. "Juunanagou, they're fighting Gohan and Vegita," I called, taking the names that fit the discription of the stories he had told me.
He laughed half-heartidly. "Well, the Saiyan Prince is evil once again. Why is this a concern to me?"
"If this planet means anything to your mechanical heart, then you should be concerned. They two are being controled, by Cooler I assume. The more people he controls, the stronger his army becomes, and the less chance you all have of surviving."
Juunanagou shrugged. "A fight might be worth while." The android mused, taking off into the air. With a sigh, I followed suit.
'It will take a while before I can learn to put up with him.' I thought.
**End of Chapter**
My sincerest, best, most genuine, most honest, most earnest, and my greatest heartfelt apology I give to you! I am not worthy! *goes on knees and cries, and begs, and grovels, and pleads, and bows.* Spare my miserable fiction writing time! Not only did I not update since the 14th, but now I made this chapter extremely short! SOOOOOOORRRRRRRYYYYYYY!! I truly tried to update but I couldn't! I had so much projects, and homework, and tests, and school work, and make-up work to do, I couldn't write anything for this! SORRY!
I'm only 13 and in 7th grade GRRRR! They should cut back on all this work!! We're only kids damn it! Ugh, I think I've got arthritus pain at the age of 13. And I think my head's gonna explode from memorizing too many things. Ugh.
Well, the reason I updated this short chapter was because I might not update till Tuesday the 30th, and it's better short than none, right? Well, see ya soon, and sorry!
Oh, but before I go, just wanted to tell ya that I'm gonna write another fic, and it mainly focuses around Hotaru. you could vote for pairings on a Sailor Moon Crossover fic thingy under my pen name and profile. Ja ne!