The usual disclaimer: Neither Sailor Moon nor DragonBall Z belong to me, I am simply borrowing the characters for a time to use in my twisted little stories. If I did own them, I would be rich and famous, and rename myself the supreme goddess of the moon. But since I don't, and since I'm not, I'm writing this disclaimer. Remember - I only do what the voices tell me to do….
Key:
Italics mean thought
Chan = term of endearment, usually used by young girls when addressing their friends
Chapter 2 – Waves of Life
In another time, place, and galaxy, a new life was starting. "Congratulations, Mrs. Son! It's a girl!" With a sigh of relief Chi-Chi accepted the blonde eyed, blond haired little girl into her arms. Wrapped up in a tight bundle, the infant looked up into the face of her mother and smiled an instantly endearing smile. Chi-Chi could only respond with an answering smile, her eyes shining with the joy that her little girl had brought into the world with her arrival.
A strident voice interrupted her musings. "Mrs. Son? What will you name her? Mrs. Son?" Chi-Chi's head snapped up at the query, but she relaxed as she responded.
"Her name will be… Usagi," she declared, and gazed down at her newly named daughter for approval. At the unvoiced question in her mother's eyes, Usagi cooed in favor of the name, and smiled up at her mothers shining face.
"That's it!" Krillin declared, pacing back and forth in the waiting room. "I'm going in to get her! Chi-Chi has been in there too long! Something has happened!"
"I'm going in with you!" Gohan declared. "No doctors are gonna steal my mom OR my future little sister or brother!" Gohan was currently pacing around the small room as well, passing Krillin in the middle. Pausing at one end of the room, he asked, "Bulma, what time is it?"
"5:27 p.m., Gohan dear."
"Oh."
Five minutes later….
"Bulma, what time is it?"
Bulma ground her teeth in frustration. "5:32, Gohan dear."
"Oh."
Five minutes later…
"Bulma, what time is it?"
"5:37, Gohan DEAR," if you had been listening closely to that exchange, you could have told the 'dear' was getting rather forced, to say the least. Of course, Gohan didn't notice. In some ways, he was enough like his father to be a younger twin, impossible as that seems.
"Oh."
Five minutes later…
"Bulma-" Gohan began, only to be cut off by an enraged Bulma whose patience had just run out.
"Gohan, you've asked me the same question approximately 67 times in the past five hours!" she yelled at Gohan. "You need to calm down! Find a book to read! Watch TV! Talk to Krillin! Try to contact your dad! In other words, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!"
Gohan blinked at Bulma's outburst. "How did you know what I was gonna ask?"
Bulma's only response was a sprawling facefault.
The doctor helped Chi-Chi into a wheelchair and covered her up with a baby blue blanket. "We will have a nurse help you out to your car, alright?" An exhausted Chi-Chi could only manage an assenting mumble at the doctor's words, as Usagi was gently eased into her arms. Chichi smiled down at the little girl nestled in the crook of her arms, smiling up at her.
"Mom!" Gohan cried, rushing over to her. Sitting in a wheelchair, Chi-Chi freed one arm from Usagi to give her boy a hug. Krillin and Bulma both rushed over and all three attacked Chi-Chi with questions until the nurse shushed them.
"Now calm down, boys. They both made it through the labor safe and sound, and you, young man," the nurse declared, wearing a wide grin, should be quite proud. You have a new-"
"Baby sister?" Bulma questioned softly. She had crept around the left side of Chi-Chi while Gohan and Krillin were making a fuss, and had taken a peep at the golden haired child that lay nestled in the crook of Chi-Chi's arm.
"What?" Gohan and Krillin exclaimed at the exact same moment, and rushed around to the Bulma's side. They looked over the shoulders of Bulma, who was making cooing sounds at the drowsy infant. Gohan and Krillin both smiled softly at the sight of the endearing face of the baby. She smiled in response, and giggled softly as both Gohan and Krillin both grinned 200-watt smiles.
"What's her name?" Bulma questioned.
"Usagi," Chi-Chi said. "She's my little rabbit."
"She doesn't look like a rabbit to me," Krillin said uncertainly. Bulma and Chi-Chi only laughed.
"Come on guys, lets bring her home," Bulma said. "We have a new addition to the family to show off."
Everyone instantly fell in love with Usagi when she was brought home, and so, as she got older, she was coddled, played with, and given all the attention any little girl could have wanted. However, she never became spoiled, and remained a well-mannered little girl. Even as a baby, she was sweet and gentle, and as she grew, she remained that way. Chi-Chi could not be more proud of her daughter, and everyone else who came in contact with Usagi named themselves her protectors, from Krillin to Master Roshi.
But Gohan remained the most protective of his little sister. He was always by her side, and took endless delight in the littlest of her actions. He helped her walk her first step, and was there for her first word (which turned out to be bunny).
And, of course, Usagi had friends her own age. Bulma was constantly bringing Trunks over to play with her, saying they would become the best of friends. How true... From the first moment Trunks laid eyes on Usagi, he became starry eyed with wonderment that here was a creature, smaller and more fragile than he was. And so he deemed himself to be the one to protect Usagi.
Whenever Bulma came to the Son household, she would set him down and he would toddle off as fast as his two and a half-year-old legs would let him to go see the 9 month old Usagi. If she was sleeping in her crib, he would some how manage to climb right in with her, and it would be there they would find him. Fast asleep, tucked under the blanket with Usagi, neither Bulma nor Chi-Chi would have the heart to move them. Instead, out came the camera.
"Blackmail!" Chi-Chi had exclaimed when they had first encountered the scene of the two sleeping.
"What do you mean?" asked Bulma.
"Bulma, remember when you invented that high tech digital camera?"
"Yea. Didn't I give one to you?"
"Yes yes! It's on the mantle in my bedroom. Go get it!"
"Ok. On the mantle?"
"Yes, now hurry before they wake up!" Chi-chi whispered excitedly. Bulma ran off to the bedroom, retrieved the camera, and running back, handed it to Chi-Chi.
"Don't give it to me! Are you kidding?" Chi-Chi whispered incredulously. "I don't know how to work this thing! You do it!"
"Ok," Bulma said, humbled. "Here, give it to me." Holding the camera in shaky hands, she focused the lens on the two sleeping angels and pressed a red button on top. A flash went off, blinding both women. Another flash went off, and another. Suddenly the camera shot out of Bulma's hands and started taking pictures of the two from all angles. Flash after flash went off, and after about 15 successive blinding burst of light, it died down and flew back into Bulma's hand.
"Bulma?" Chi-chi said confusedly.
"I guess… I made a few too many modifications…" Bulma responded, with her hand on top of her head. A sweat drop appeared on Chi-Chi's head.
"A few?" she questioned dryly.
"Ummm… well, as soon as these spot disappear from my eyes, I'll tell you about it."
"Nevermind. I don't want to know."
Well, they did get the pictures – approximately twenty different ones. They were all priceless, and the two scheming mothers flashed each other evil smiles as they looked at the shots.
"Wait until they become teenagers." Bulma said with an evil cackle.
"OH yea…." Chi-Chi said.
Both Usagi and Trunks remained best friends, and were never separated from each other. Each child showed signs of great power, so it was decided that each would begin trainong on their fourth birthday. However, the first training session did not go well. Since Trunks turned four first, (obviously) he was brought into a large field behind Chi-Chi's house. Gohan, now 15, had taken it upon himself to train the little boy. But Trunks refused to do anything. He turned away from Gohan whenever Gohan said something, and was unresponsive to all coaxing, threatening, and pleading.
"Trunks, what is wrong?" Gohan finally asked, his patience giving out.
"Want Usa," the toddler replied quietly. Gohan crouched down to the toddlers eye level.
'You want Usagi?" he asked.
Trunks faced brightened at the mention of his friend's name. He nodded excitedly and pointed towards the house. "We go get Usa! Yes?"
"Alright, if you will agree to train."
"Yea, yea! Train, with Usa!" Trunks cried out.
"Whatever, Trunks," Gohan said. "Let's go get Usagi and then you will train. Right?"
"Yea, yea!" Trunks yelled as he sprinted across the field towards the house.
"Hold your horses, I'm coming," Gohan called as he flew towards the house, slowing behind the toddler and making sure the little boy didn't trip.
"Yea! Usa!" Trunks said once again, causing Gohan to smile. No matter how annoying Trunks could be at times, he always managed to worm his way back into anyone's heart.
A little while later….
"Alright, Trunks, we've got Usagi out here, are you ready to train?" Gohan asked the toddler.
"Yea, yea!" Trunks shot a look at Usagi, who was lying on a blanket nearby, shaded by a large beach umbrella.
"Oh, I see," Gohan teased, "You want to impress Usagi, don't you?" Gohan laughed at the lilac haired youngster who was currently glaring at Gohan. Trunks then turned and looked at Usagi, who gave him a little smile and a wave as if she was saying, "Go ahead, punch his lights out!"
"Be quiet, Goha'!" Trunks said, and while Gohan laughed some more at the obvious affection between the four-year-old and two-year-old, Trunks charged.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaha!" Trunks yelled triumphantly, as his fist came in contact with Gohan's… hand? The toddler's brow wrinkled in confusion. Hadn't he been aiming for Gohan's stomach? How did his hand get in the way? Gohan laughed at the toddler's apparent dilemma, and so was unprepared when Trunks other fist punched him square in the stomach. Quickly glancing down, he saw Trunks' triumphant smile, and so decided to play along.
'Oh man! You knocked the wind out of me, Trunks!" Trunks only response was a laugh, and, sure enough, he had looked over at Usagi for approval. Gohan glanced over and saw the little girl clapping her hands in delight, and giggling her encouragement. Gohan glimpsed a light blush spreading across the little boy's features as Trunks smiled at Usagi.
Well, this should turn out to be quite interesting.
From then on, Trunks always trained with Usagi watching him, and if anyone tried to separate the two during those hours, both would start crying at the top of their lungs. Clinging together, they would refuse to go. And so it was torture for everyone involved when it came time for Trunks to go to school.
On the first fateful day of kindergarten, when Bulma tried to take Trunks to the elementary school, he wouldn't stop crying for Usagi. He clung to his mother's leg as she tried to leave the classroom, and only after 20 minutes of alternating between coaxing and threatening did he let go. Even so, he only sat in the corner and cried all day long, and so Bulma found him like that at approximately 3:00.
That same day, Usagi had woken up at exactly the same time as Trunks had gotten dropped off at school, and started crying. She hadn't stopped all day long, and simply curled up in a corner of her crib, crying for Trunks. Chi-chi could make neither heads nor tails of the situation, and tried every trick to cheer up her normally happy child. But nothing worked, and as Chi-chi began to pull out her hair in frustration, the sobs stopped for a moment, and she heard Usagi whisper one word.
"Trunks…" Usagi's tiny hands opened instinctively, as if offering a hand to someone… And then, she reflexively clenched her hand shut, and began once again to sob.
"Ohhh…" Chi-chi whispered in understanding. "I see…" She reached a hand down and stroked Usagi's hair. "Don't worry, little one. He will return."
Usagi lifted her huge sapphire eyes to her mother's, and shook her head. She brought one tiny fist up and slammed it down into the pillow. Sparks and feathers flew as the pillow burst at weakened seams, and when Chi-chi could see again through the resulting cloud of feathers, she saw Usagi, once again crying, curled up into the ball she seemed to favor. The only difference was that this time, Usagi's fist was sparking, and a breeze that had no right to be there was ruffling the blond toddler's bangs.
"Oh my…" Chi-chi murmured. She had been expecting Usagi to have power – after all, look at her father! But at such a young age… Chi-chi was taken aback. "Well, Trunks, I think you will have a sparring partner earlier than you expected…"
At approximately 3:00 that day Usagi stopped crying, and brightened up. The air of misery she had been exuding was now replaced by one of sunshine. Babbling nonsense, she sat in her crib, facing the doorway, obviously expecting someone to walk in that door at any minute.
"How do you know?" Chi-chi mused to herself. "What a bond you two have… So strong… I hope it never fades."
Usagi's only response to her mother's words was a heartbreaking smile, and a giggle. "Trunks!"
"Usa!" Trunks cried out excitedly, jumping from the hover car.
Bulma had known from the morning of crying and pleading what it was that Trunks so obviously missed, she made sure to stop at Chi-chi's house. Now that they had finally arrived, Trunks had been so excited to see his best friend that he had broken his seatbelt, obviously too impatient to unbuckle it.
"Trunks… Oh well. I guess you deserve a little leeway from your fist day of kindergarten," Bulma said to herself as she watched Trunks fly into the little house. Maybe… maybe he shouldn't even go to kindergarten… Maybe I should do what Chi-chi did and hire a tutor… Or let him study on his own… Hmmm…
As Bulma faced the dilemma of taking Trunks out of school, she parked the hovercraft, got out, and started walking towards Chi-chi's house. She had almost reached the door when Chi-chi rushed out to meet her.
"Come with me! You have to see this!" Chi-chi whispered to Bulma.
"Umm… ok…" Bulma whispered back as Chi-chi seized her wrist and dragged her into the house, headed towards Usagi's room. The pair stopped just short of the little girls room, and when Bulma tried to peer into the doorway, Chi-chi held her back, making a motion to be quiet.
"Shhhh! Don't disturb them!" Chi-chi hissed. "Just look!"
Both women peered around the corner, catching the most adorable sight they had ever seen. Usagi seated in front of the window with Trunk's directly across from her. They were holding hands, and while Trunks had a sad and distraught look in his eyes, Usagi's eye held a message of love and understanding. Usagi freed one hand from Trunks' grasp, and reached up to caress his cheek. He tilted his head into Usagi's palm, and they remained like that for what seemed like ages. The two women quietly pulled back and snuck into the kitchen, shooting each other excited looks.
"Congratulations, Chi-chi! You have a son-in-law!" Bulma giggled to Chi-chi.
"Same to you, Bulma! I'm sure you will like your daughter-in-law!" Chi-chi squealed excitedly.
The two women collapsed in helpless giggles at the thought of their respective son and daughter wed.
"Oh, the fates definitely have something special planned for those two," Bulma said happily.
Well people, how did you like it? I told you it would be more DBZ themed! (well, sorta… not really in the traditional sense…) Now what am I hearing? Nothing on what's happening back in good old Juban with the senshi? I'll try to include more in the next chapter, but I wouldn't count on it! ANYWAY, to critique my work, write to
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P.S. Doomo Arigato to those who took time to read my stories – Valerie, you rule! Megan, you too! Thanks so much! Couldn't have done it without ya!
