Flirty: ehehehe, I didn't think so.
(crap! Screw fanfiction.net I can't get to my last chapters I wrote!!)
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Goten walked into the room with a cup of tea for Usagi. She gave him a cute little half smile, and took the cup into two hands. Drinking like a child. Goten sat in a chair across from her, watching her carefully as she drank. He noticed there was something strange about her now. The way she was acting. She was never like this.
It was as if. she had a horrible secret to hide.
ChiChi walked into the room, she said a quick hello and turned off the kitchen light. "Goten, it's getting late. Is Usagi going to stay the night or not?" Goten looked at Usagi. He had asked his mother if it was alright if she could stay the night. Since she was so scared to be alone in the big mansion. She had agreed and now it was up to Usagi.
Usagi looked up from her tea. "If its not too much trouble."
ChiChi smiled. "Oh, no Usagi, dear! We love having you over." Usagi smiled meekly. "I remember when you were little and you and Goten had little camp outs in the back yard." Goten and Usagi blushed as ChiChi began going into the life history of camp-outs in the backyard.
After a moment or two, ChiChi got a hint that neither realized they were giving. "I'll just leave now." She said smiling. Usagi smiled as ChiChi pushed herself up and left the room.
Usagi looked at the palms of her hands nervously. 'What should I do.'
Goten smiled and stood up. "Well, 'night Usa." He walked into his room quickly and came out with a large shirt and a pair of shorts. "Here, you can take the bed. I'll sleep in here. If you want." Usagi smiled and took the clothes.
"I don't want to be a problem. I'll sleep in here."
Goten laughed. "It's fine, besides, Gohan comes in, in middle of the night some times and sleeps in here. I wouldn't want you to get freaked out and try and hurt him or anything."
She blushed, holding the clothes tightly. "Oh, okay then."
They stood there looking at each other for a minute or two till Usagi asked him. "So should I change in your bedroom, or in the bathroom?"
"Uhhh." Goten blushed. "Doesn't matter to me. I've got my clothes out on the line." He pointed outside. "I'll go get them." He opened the door and walked outside. "'Night Usa!" He yelled over his shoulder. Usagi smiled and walked into his bedroom.
'He must have moved the stuff Gohan left.' She thought to herself as she walked in the room and closed the door to change.
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"You haven't been doing too well. have you."
The woman nodded. "It can't be helped though, can it. You know I can't work properly while trying to be her friend."
"Hotaru almost did well. I know you can do better."
"I killed one of my best-"
"I know. But she's the one who had the power. Serena, who would have thought that she could hold the power of mind."
The woman looked at her male partner. "What do you mean?"
A thin smiled fell upon his lips. "She held the power of mind. Telepathy, ESP, telekinesis. She was a wonderful woman too. She didn't show off her powers. I wouldn't have ever have found out either if it weren't for her being so clumsy."
The woman propped her chin on her hand, her elbow resting on the table in the only shadowed table in the pool hall. "So she was a klutz. That's nothing big."
"She stopped herself a foot above the ground. Then fell to the ground with a soft thud." The woman's eyes widened. "She also wrote it all in her journal. How to control it. How to awaken it. Everything."
Her eyes lit up with interest. "Everything."
"My dear, everything. And I will share it with you." She smiled. "if you do your part of the plan. Got it?"
She nodded. "What should we do with Usagi?"
The man pondered for a moment, then smiled as the front door opened and two men walked in. He continued. "Send her on a job, she won't come back from."
"Kill her?"
He nodded.
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The two men sat down. As far, yet as close to the man and the woman in the dark table.
*I don't like the looks of this.*
The bald man nodded. *I hope it isn't as bad as it looks.*
Juunangou looked over at a young woman sitting at the counter all alone. She had pretty shoulder length aqua hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was reading a book, with a shot glass in front of her, empty. *Look at her. that woman.*
"I noticed you were staring at her." The bald man said smiling.
"She can here us." Juunangou said. "She can hear us clearly. Krillin, I know she can hear us."
Krillin nodded. *But she can't possibly hear this.*
Juunangou looked at the woman still. "Yes she can. She can hear clearly. No matter what as long as we're in range."
"Who is she?" Krillin asked nervously.
"I donno. I can tell though." Juunangou stood up and walked over to her, sitting down next to her. *What's your name?*
She looked at him and smiled. *So you've caught me. Maybe you should be on the case. I'm Michiru. I've been sitting here all night listening to them.*
Juunangou smiled as Krillin came, sitting next to him. They both ordered a beer. She looked at them, taking in everything. *I didn't know there were others around here besides Serena.* Juunangou nodded.
*I'm Juunangou, this is Krillin. Nice to meet you Michiru. So how long have you been listening in?*
*About an hour. First it was just going over list of people they killed. Then they talked about why they need Serena's journal. I've got to get it from Usagi, but she doesn't know Me.*
Krillin nodded. *I'll handle that. Juu, why don't you talk some more with Michiru.*
Krillin stood up, and left.
A few minutes later, the woman from the Shadowy table sat alone. The man had left her.
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Trunks nodded. "It all makes perfect sense. Sorta." He looked at the page open. A small lemon sat on the table across the room, sorta.
The lemon was only 'sorta' sitting on the table, because it wasn't really touching the table at all.
Trunks sighed and stood up. "This darn pen won't get off the table!" He slammed the table in front of him angry, frowning. "This is too much work for one day. I'll go for a drink." He told himself as he grabbed his jacket and threw the book across the room next to the lemon, which had long since touched the table. He slipped on some shoes and left for a walk.
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You know what? I'm getting kinda ticked off at everyone on fanfiction.net. no body has the will to try any more. It's sad to see this site going bad. And the DBZ/SM section is in this HUGE war! WELL PEOPLE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SAILOR SCOUTS WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU READING ABOUT THEM AND DRAGON BALL Z!!! THE ONLY REASON PEOPLE WRITE DRAGON BALL Z/SAILOR MOON STORIES IS TO MAKE SERENA AND VEGETA GET MARRIED!!! (hey whatever)
Me? I'm writing this story to do sorta that. There's a bit romance, but not enough for anyone to complain about. And it's not me who is getting complaints. It's a bunch of wonderful authors and because of a few CRAP HEADS THEY AREN'T WRITING ANY MORE!!!
And for you all who aren't going to write any more because of this. That's just stupid!! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!! And really! Does it really matter? Okay. I can honestly say I've never gotten a flame. But my friend has. And it was no big deal. Use flames as a way to help you write. (Clu: Kami. There she goes again.) And. *sigh* everyone. Please keep writing. Just because this site isn't as great as it could be doesn't mean we can't write still. And for all you kisama -s out there who read stories they aren't going to like. Don't be stupid and review!!!
*sigh*
sorry. I'll update as soon as I can. And I know this is short but I think I'm giving out a lot of information here. So yeah. Tell me what you think. Oh, and uh, visit my site if you wanna. http://www.geocities.com/oujo_no_saru/enter.html yeah. I'll see if this site thing works out. And uhhh. review.
p.s. if anybody knows of a great fanfiction site that I could post my stuff on for free, please let me know. Thanks.
(crap! Screw fanfiction.net I can't get to my last chapters I wrote!!)
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Goten walked into the room with a cup of tea for Usagi. She gave him a cute little half smile, and took the cup into two hands. Drinking like a child. Goten sat in a chair across from her, watching her carefully as she drank. He noticed there was something strange about her now. The way she was acting. She was never like this.
It was as if. she had a horrible secret to hide.
ChiChi walked into the room, she said a quick hello and turned off the kitchen light. "Goten, it's getting late. Is Usagi going to stay the night or not?" Goten looked at Usagi. He had asked his mother if it was alright if she could stay the night. Since she was so scared to be alone in the big mansion. She had agreed and now it was up to Usagi.
Usagi looked up from her tea. "If its not too much trouble."
ChiChi smiled. "Oh, no Usagi, dear! We love having you over." Usagi smiled meekly. "I remember when you were little and you and Goten had little camp outs in the back yard." Goten and Usagi blushed as ChiChi began going into the life history of camp-outs in the backyard.
After a moment or two, ChiChi got a hint that neither realized they were giving. "I'll just leave now." She said smiling. Usagi smiled as ChiChi pushed herself up and left the room.
Usagi looked at the palms of her hands nervously. 'What should I do.'
Goten smiled and stood up. "Well, 'night Usa." He walked into his room quickly and came out with a large shirt and a pair of shorts. "Here, you can take the bed. I'll sleep in here. If you want." Usagi smiled and took the clothes.
"I don't want to be a problem. I'll sleep in here."
Goten laughed. "It's fine, besides, Gohan comes in, in middle of the night some times and sleeps in here. I wouldn't want you to get freaked out and try and hurt him or anything."
She blushed, holding the clothes tightly. "Oh, okay then."
They stood there looking at each other for a minute or two till Usagi asked him. "So should I change in your bedroom, or in the bathroom?"
"Uhhh." Goten blushed. "Doesn't matter to me. I've got my clothes out on the line." He pointed outside. "I'll go get them." He opened the door and walked outside. "'Night Usa!" He yelled over his shoulder. Usagi smiled and walked into his bedroom.
'He must have moved the stuff Gohan left.' She thought to herself as she walked in the room and closed the door to change.
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"You haven't been doing too well. have you."
The woman nodded. "It can't be helped though, can it. You know I can't work properly while trying to be her friend."
"Hotaru almost did well. I know you can do better."
"I killed one of my best-"
"I know. But she's the one who had the power. Serena, who would have thought that she could hold the power of mind."
The woman looked at her male partner. "What do you mean?"
A thin smiled fell upon his lips. "She held the power of mind. Telepathy, ESP, telekinesis. She was a wonderful woman too. She didn't show off her powers. I wouldn't have ever have found out either if it weren't for her being so clumsy."
The woman propped her chin on her hand, her elbow resting on the table in the only shadowed table in the pool hall. "So she was a klutz. That's nothing big."
"She stopped herself a foot above the ground. Then fell to the ground with a soft thud." The woman's eyes widened. "She also wrote it all in her journal. How to control it. How to awaken it. Everything."
Her eyes lit up with interest. "Everything."
"My dear, everything. And I will share it with you." She smiled. "if you do your part of the plan. Got it?"
She nodded. "What should we do with Usagi?"
The man pondered for a moment, then smiled as the front door opened and two men walked in. He continued. "Send her on a job, she won't come back from."
"Kill her?"
He nodded.
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The two men sat down. As far, yet as close to the man and the woman in the dark table.
*I don't like the looks of this.*
The bald man nodded. *I hope it isn't as bad as it looks.*
Juunangou looked over at a young woman sitting at the counter all alone. She had pretty shoulder length aqua hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was reading a book, with a shot glass in front of her, empty. *Look at her. that woman.*
"I noticed you were staring at her." The bald man said smiling.
"She can here us." Juunangou said. "She can hear us clearly. Krillin, I know she can hear us."
Krillin nodded. *But she can't possibly hear this.*
Juunangou looked at the woman still. "Yes she can. She can hear clearly. No matter what as long as we're in range."
"Who is she?" Krillin asked nervously.
"I donno. I can tell though." Juunangou stood up and walked over to her, sitting down next to her. *What's your name?*
She looked at him and smiled. *So you've caught me. Maybe you should be on the case. I'm Michiru. I've been sitting here all night listening to them.*
Juunangou smiled as Krillin came, sitting next to him. They both ordered a beer. She looked at them, taking in everything. *I didn't know there were others around here besides Serena.* Juunangou nodded.
*I'm Juunangou, this is Krillin. Nice to meet you Michiru. So how long have you been listening in?*
*About an hour. First it was just going over list of people they killed. Then they talked about why they need Serena's journal. I've got to get it from Usagi, but she doesn't know Me.*
Krillin nodded. *I'll handle that. Juu, why don't you talk some more with Michiru.*
Krillin stood up, and left.
A few minutes later, the woman from the Shadowy table sat alone. The man had left her.
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Trunks nodded. "It all makes perfect sense. Sorta." He looked at the page open. A small lemon sat on the table across the room, sorta.
The lemon was only 'sorta' sitting on the table, because it wasn't really touching the table at all.
Trunks sighed and stood up. "This darn pen won't get off the table!" He slammed the table in front of him angry, frowning. "This is too much work for one day. I'll go for a drink." He told himself as he grabbed his jacket and threw the book across the room next to the lemon, which had long since touched the table. He slipped on some shoes and left for a walk.
~*~*~*~*~
You know what? I'm getting kinda ticked off at everyone on fanfiction.net. no body has the will to try any more. It's sad to see this site going bad. And the DBZ/SM section is in this HUGE war! WELL PEOPLE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE SAILOR SCOUTS WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU READING ABOUT THEM AND DRAGON BALL Z!!! THE ONLY REASON PEOPLE WRITE DRAGON BALL Z/SAILOR MOON STORIES IS TO MAKE SERENA AND VEGETA GET MARRIED!!! (hey whatever)
Me? I'm writing this story to do sorta that. There's a bit romance, but not enough for anyone to complain about. And it's not me who is getting complaints. It's a bunch of wonderful authors and because of a few CRAP HEADS THEY AREN'T WRITING ANY MORE!!!
And for you all who aren't going to write any more because of this. That's just stupid!! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!! And really! Does it really matter? Okay. I can honestly say I've never gotten a flame. But my friend has. And it was no big deal. Use flames as a way to help you write. (Clu: Kami. There she goes again.) And. *sigh* everyone. Please keep writing. Just because this site isn't as great as it could be doesn't mean we can't write still. And for all you kisama -s out there who read stories they aren't going to like. Don't be stupid and review!!!
*sigh*
sorry. I'll update as soon as I can. And I know this is short but I think I'm giving out a lot of information here. So yeah. Tell me what you think. Oh, and uh, visit my site if you wanna. http://www.geocities.com/oujo_no_saru/enter.html yeah. I'll see if this site thing works out. And uhhh. review.
p.s. if anybody knows of a great fanfiction site that I could post my stuff on for free, please let me know. Thanks.