Darkest Night

New Hope

Characters no own

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Usagi couldn't help but marvel at the difference between her chichi and oniisan. Though their physical features were incredibly alike, that's as far as it went. Where her papa was stern and serious, Kakkarotto was childish and carefree. Kakkarotto, bless him, but he couldn't think if his life depended on it; only on the field of battle would strategies and thinking come to the forefront of his mind. Her chichi… he wasn't all that strong but he was renowned for his genius. He was the first saiyajin able to create a stimulation of the light of the moon.

The moon… how beautiful it was. She stared at the glowing silver orb in awe of its bright radiance. Usagi had never seen one before, nor one so close to where she stood.

Of course, she wouldn't have to worry about the moon; she was her father's daughter after all. He had taught her how to control herself and not let it's light manipulating her to change.

Usagi, Ricele, she thought, refusing to be acknowledged by her true saiyajin name. Her haha, Celipa, was part of her father's squad, had named her that, her dying words, but like her chichi, Usagi refused to take a name from one gone of this dimension. To know pain was a weakness no saiyajin could afford. No matter how precious that loss was to them. Her chichi had renamed her after some sort of small creature that resided on earth, supposedly she was similar to one so much that he chose that as her name.

She smirked bitterly; only one knew of her name, her supposed intended, the ironic thing was she didn't even know who her mate was. Probably dead. Shrugging, she cleared her mind of useless thoughts and walked out to the field. Kakkarotto was training, his kata was beautiful and self mastered with such flawlessness. His dance broke smooth arc swipes and deft high and low kicks.

Kakkarotto would have been a great purger of planets; the ability to master this level of combating skill was astonishing, especially for training under such a primitive planet. He was predicted a third class warrior, one who wouldn't have been able to produce high, not even medium, ki blasts and yet Kakkarotto performed them with ease. Had he trained under the intensity of Frieza and his men he'd probably be one of those fabled elites whispered around the base.

Usagi sighed wistfully, if only she could dance like that.

Goku, due to his strangely keen hearing, heard the mournful sigh and glanced at his guest. He wondered what intrigued her so, she was staring in his direction but she caught no sight of anything that would interest her. Realizing that she was immersed in his training, he wondered if Usagi would be willing to train with him. She did seem to like to fight, or knew the gist of it and it would be nice to fight with a partner.

"There you are Usa-chan!" Usagi turned to look at the girl, surprise shone in her eyes at the endearment. Affection was foreign to her, never before had she been at the end of a nice greeting. It was always 'bitch,' 'whore,' or 'slave.' Usagi wondered of this new turn and the chance she had received upon touching this earth. Maybe, she thought with cautious speculation, maybe this is my chance of happiness like I always dreamed of. Foolish, she berated herself for bringing her guard down for such frivolous emotions. She didn't need them. Didn't need the love she craved for and didn't need the happiness she wanted.

"Hai Bulma-sama." Usagi said demurely and respectfully. "You wish to see me?"

Bulma tsked at the sedate girl's deigning character. "Now Usa-chan, where friends, none of that –sama." Then with a feeling of maternal love, she hugged the girl who stiffened under her form. "Where have you been the past centuries or so?" she started with a joking tone. "Everyone is equal nowadays. Even girls with furry tails."

Involuntarily, a small giggle escaped her lips at the older woman's wacky outlook.

"That's more like it!" Exclaimed Bulma, liking the sound of Usagi's laughter. She didn't like how such a nice girl could be so scared and quiet. It wasn't right. The world needed to be happy and it became apparent that Usagi would need her to know what it was like to be happy. The poor girl seemed scared of Goku, which was just wrong. Well… Bulma thought, Goku could be scary sometimes; I mean the man doesn't even know how to count money! This to Bulma was very scandalous as she recalled her younger days when Goku had given his fighting money to a taxi driver for just going to her house!

She tugged Usagi out the door. "Come on girl, we are going shopping!"

Usagi's couldn't help but replicate Goku's eyes as his widened in horror. What was this shopping! She questioned frantically as she saw her brother almost back away, as if he feared being tagged along.

Was it some torture chamber?

She gulped. I hope this isn't bad, she remarked, as she was futilely against Bulma's incessant pull to her arms and she was lead to some transportation device she later learned, after getting a weird look from Bulma, was called a hover car.

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Back at the base

Radditsu fell to the ground with a painful thud, he was being punished for letting his charge get away and stealing his pod. Pain coursed through him as he was hit with a ki blast just strong enough to put him close to death's door.

"Radditsu," his commandant started in a bored drawl, "you have just wasted our valuable time. That pod was the only one ready for such a long travel. By the time one would have been prepared half a year has passed."

"Your uselessness has ended."

With that, the short man delivered a well aim blast to the fallen man. "Have fun in the next dimension."

Dismissing what had just transpired, he turned away from the charred remains etched on the floor. "Nappa!" he barked to the smirking man almost twice as tall as him. "Tell the technicians to prepare our pods."

Nervously, Nappa started. "Um… remember, Radditsu's pod was the last available long distance pod. We still havta wait for the next shipment in 3 months. Even then, the cargos in ill repair and including the time it will take to equip the pod for the long journey it will be over a year till we get there."

The vein in the shorter man's widows peak began to bulge. He hated this. Radditsu's failure had set him back too much and the satisfaction in killing the dimwit was meager. Radditsu's purpose had been to recruit his brother, as Freiza would know it, but unknown to both Radditsu and their freak of a leader, He had wanted Radditsu to go and confirm if the elusive dragonballs existed. He had overheard Freiza speak of it and wanted the wish for himself. But now, he thought with a snarl, he'll have to go look for himself… he didn't even want to think of what would happen if the dragonballs didn't exist.

"Fine. Tell the techs to prepare for the awaiting pods." He growled out stalking out of the room in barely contained rage. He didn't have time for uselessness and didn't want to kill Nappa until he thought it was necessary or until he thought Nappa wasn't unnecessary.

Nappa, who had been sweating bullets at the shorter man's obvious rage, had gulped in relief and said. "Yes Vegita-sama."

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Back on third earth

Usagi held the garment in her hands. This was clothes? She eyed the flimsy material, it was nothing but a little rectangle cloth with thick strings connected to the piece.

Bulma giggled at Usagi's wary gaze. Honestly! It was like the girl had never worn underwear before!

"Usa… you put your feet into those holes, that article of clothing should go around your waist to cover your private areas… that is why it's called underwear."

The blonde glared at the 'underwear,' it looked horridly uncomfortable and she did not want something riding up her ass! Spandex was already trouble to wear she didn't understand how men could wear spandex so comfortably (An: :snickers: I just twisted that around.). "Is there not something more loose to wear?"

Bulma's eyes lit up enthusiastically, she had been surrounded by way too many men. The only frequent ones she met were Chichi—who lived too far away, and her mother—who was busy with cleaning (weird when they have housekeepers).

Finally a shopping buddy!

She went to the closest rack… "Hm… there's bikinis—no, thongs—definitely not, low riders—maybe… Ooh… theirs different materials too! Cotton—eh, they're okay, satin—delicious, lace—A must have!"

Usagi sidled away from Bulma as the lady became frenzied in the search for undergarments. She looked at Bulma, much more weirdly than she had looked at the underwear. The older lady seemed to have a fixation with underwear.

She eyed the selection Bulma had chosen for her, if anything they were as flimsy as the first! "Um…" she started uncomfortably, unsure of how to break Bulma's erm… concentration. "Do you have loose… underwear?"

Usagi went unheeded and she looked around the undergarment shop, her eyes lit up at the perfect choice, it was loose, it looked comfy and it did not have lacy or shiny material on it…

It was in the men's section.

Now Usagi was not this dense, she knew there was a difference between girls and boys and that they were different down there. Her eyes pained at such memories. She tapped Bulma's shoulder. "Bulma-san? Would there be any selections like that?" she questioned pointing to the desired underwear.

Bulma stilled and sighed, just when she thought she had the perfect shopping buddy, Usagi had to go guy on her. Where was the sexiness in boxers? She shrugged, heading towards the men department and taking the smallest size. Bulma joked, "do you want briefs too?" She shook her head as Usagi gazed at her quizzically, she had to wonder on the younger girls upbringing, it seemed it was worse than Goku's. Still, she snatched a few 'girl' underwear for Usagi; it wouldn't hurt for Usagi to buy a dress or two. (confused? Well, I just thought it weird for a girl to wear a dress and boxers underneath.. hehe)

Usagi sighed and she plopped down on her bed. Bulma had gone crazy on her! They had spent five hours shopping. She groaned as she was forced to be tormented with shop after shop for weird and impractical pieces of cloth. A shirt and short (plus training gear for the future) would have sufficed. She could now understand why Kakkarotto seamed to hate it so much.

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I was having a hard time keeping Bulma's character together. I generally think B-chan is a nice if not bossy and bitchy girl who likes to keep things cheerful and fun. Sorry for the crack about B-chan's fixation with underwear, I couldn't help it.

Sorry for the shortness…

Till next time

Much mahal n mahaloz

~Celestial DreamBlaze