Once again, I apologize for taking so long to get this out... I completely underestimated how much homework I had. Anyway, may I present to you the last chapter of my crossover! I know, I know, it's already over... But read on and tell me what you think of it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is so not necessary at this point in the fic...
"Usagi? Usagi! Hey, I think she's coming to!"
Usagi groaned. She could hear all of these voices. They were loud, and she was
trying to sleep. Didn't they realize that? She wanted to tell them to leave her alone,
but her lips wouldn't form the words.
Opening her eyes, she winced at the harsh light that invaded them. She closed
her eyes again.
"Usagi, wake up," a voice called to her softly.
That voice... She recognized that voice... Trunks? She opened her eyes more
slowly this time to preserve her sensitive eyes. A wonderfully familiar face stared down
at her.
"Ohayo, sleeping beauty," Trunks murmured, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Mmm, " a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "How long have I
been sleeping?"
"Almost a day. You were exhausted after you... what happened," he changed his
words.
Usagi caught his first word choice but stayed silent; she really wasn't in the mood
for a debate. Instead she decided to focus on all of the good things. "I did it... I
healed him."
"Hai, you did... and I couldn't love you more for it."
She stared up at him, arching an eyebrow in a silent question.
"Even though he had hurt you, hell, almost killed you, you saw that he still had
good in him and saved him. You are amazing."
A blush crept onto her pale cheeks. "Not really..."
"Don't argue. I'm right." He leaned over to give her a kiss, but he quickly
remembered that Bulma was in the room with them. He glanced behind him to see
that Bulma was watching the scene, a knowing smile on her face.
Clearing his throat, Trunks stood back up. "Well, I'm just happy that you're all
right."
We all are," Bulma spoke up, walking over to the bed. She gazed down at the girl
in the bed that was so brave for someone her age. From the time she arrived, Bulma
had come to think of her as a daughter, as protective over her as her own son. She
secretly thought that Usagi would fit in perfectly with their family. She had put Bulma
through almost as much stress as Trunks had!
"Well, I only did what needed to be done," Usagi answered as she sat up, swinging
her legs off the bed.
"And where do you think you're going?" Trunks asked teasingly.
Before Usagi would answer, a low rumb filled the temporary silence. "To get
some food," she smiled sheepishly.
Once fed, the three were talking over coffee at the kitchen table. Bulma was telling
stories of some of the adventures the gang had, and they were all having a much
-needed laugh after all of the drama of the past few weeks.
Little did they know that they were about to be interrupted.
Usagi smiled as she listened to Bulma's story. But for some strange reason, her
mind had begun to wander. She could feel something...
She didn't even notice that Bulma had stopped talking and was starting at her in
concern.
Bulma placed a hand on Usagi's arm. "Usagi, is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Usagi looked up. "Oh. I feel... something." She jumped up and ran out
the back door, followed by a worried Trunks and Bulma.
Stopping in the middle of the backyard, Usagi stared up into the sky. 'Come on,'
she thought impatiently.
She didn't have to wait long. A gray cloud of smoke appeared, and a minute later
Sailor Pluto emerged, standing in front of Usagi.
Disclaimer: This is so not necessary at this point in the fic...
"Usagi? Usagi! Hey, I think she's coming to!"
Usagi groaned. She could hear all of these voices. They were loud, and she was
trying to sleep. Didn't they realize that? She wanted to tell them to leave her alone,
but her lips wouldn't form the words.
Opening her eyes, she winced at the harsh light that invaded them. She closed
her eyes again.
"Usagi, wake up," a voice called to her softly.
That voice... She recognized that voice... Trunks? She opened her eyes more
slowly this time to preserve her sensitive eyes. A wonderfully familiar face stared down
at her.
"Ohayo, sleeping beauty," Trunks murmured, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Mmm, " a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "How long have I
been sleeping?"
"Almost a day. You were exhausted after you... what happened," he changed his
words.
Usagi caught his first word choice but stayed silent; she really wasn't in the mood
for a debate. Instead she decided to focus on all of the good things. "I did it... I
healed him."
"Hai, you did... and I couldn't love you more for it."
She stared up at him, arching an eyebrow in a silent question.
"Even though he had hurt you, hell, almost killed you, you saw that he still had
good in him and saved him. You are amazing."
A blush crept onto her pale cheeks. "Not really..."
"Don't argue. I'm right." He leaned over to give her a kiss, but he quickly
remembered that Bulma was in the room with them. He glanced behind him to see
that Bulma was watching the scene, a knowing smile on her face.
Clearing his throat, Trunks stood back up. "Well, I'm just happy that you're all
right."
We all are," Bulma spoke up, walking over to the bed. She gazed down at the girl
in the bed that was so brave for someone her age. From the time she arrived, Bulma
had come to think of her as a daughter, as protective over her as her own son. She
secretly thought that Usagi would fit in perfectly with their family. She had put Bulma
through almost as much stress as Trunks had!
"Well, I only did what needed to be done," Usagi answered as she sat up, swinging
her legs off the bed.
"And where do you think you're going?" Trunks asked teasingly.
Before Usagi would answer, a low rumb filled the temporary silence. "To get
some food," she smiled sheepishly.
Once fed, the three were talking over coffee at the kitchen table. Bulma was telling
stories of some of the adventures the gang had, and they were all having a much
-needed laugh after all of the drama of the past few weeks.
Little did they know that they were about to be interrupted.
Usagi smiled as she listened to Bulma's story. But for some strange reason, her
mind had begun to wander. She could feel something...
She didn't even notice that Bulma had stopped talking and was starting at her in
concern.
Bulma placed a hand on Usagi's arm. "Usagi, is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Usagi looked up. "Oh. I feel... something." She jumped up and ran out
the back door, followed by a worried Trunks and Bulma.
Stopping in the middle of the backyard, Usagi stared up into the sky. 'Come on,'
she thought impatiently.
She didn't have to wait long. A gray cloud of smoke appeared, and a minute later
Sailor Pluto emerged, standing in front of Usagi.