Saiyajin no Oujo

by Katlin Grace

Before Usagi ever became Sailor Moon, before she was forced to live a life destiny chose for her, she was a Saiyan. Even then she was not free. Haunting visions of death and chaos force her to change the future. Can the small girl endure the hardship? T/U

10. The Fight, Past, and Chase

Standard Disclaimer applies. Author's Notes at the bottom.

AN: Bear with me. All of the good stuff is in the latter part of this chapter. Just bear with me.

Ch. 10

It was hot. Usagi shifted her weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other. The sun's rays were beating down mercilessly upon the earth forcing it to shrivel up and crack. A small gust of wind blanketed the area in a fog of dust. It was hot.

The Z gang had decided to meet on the cliff overlooking the raised platform before the Cell tournament began. She, her dad, and her brother had decided to come early and were now forced to wait as the other members took their sweet time arriving. With a sigh she climbed onto a bolder and stared out to the horizon.

Her mind went blank as she lost herself in the scarf dancers' sensual movements that were the rising sun. She shot up when she felt a warm hand grip her waist. Without shifting her gaze she leaned against her companion. Trunks looked down at her and gently tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Over the past few weeks they had become closer. She trusted him with her life.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered as if afraid the world would end if his voice was too loud. She closed her eyes and moved closer to him.

"The future." He knew exactly how she felt. He just stared solemnly out at the sun and held her.

The only thing that told them that time was passing was the rising sun. They would do this. Just sit and watch the sun or moon make its track across the sky. No words were needed because they knew the other's thoughts. I suppose that you had to be someone that had been the only survivor of their planet's destruction to really understand what they shared. They understood and appreciated the small things in life. The things that no one could ever take away, like the rising sun or the twinkling moon.

By the time the bottom curve of the burning sphere floated above the horizon and the scarlet clouds no longer licked the morning sky, everyone had gathered on the cliff.

"So. Who wants to go and get them?" Gohan asked while staring at the oblivious couple. He turned his gaze to his mentor. Piccolo scoffed and turned away from the child's bewitching face.

"No."

Vegeta got a little smirk on his face and walked to the two demi- Saiyajins. They didn't seem to notice that he was standing right behind them. With one quick tap of his booted foot the bolder they were sitting on shattered into a million pieces. Caught off guard, they both went tumbling to the ground with their limbs flailing and tangling together. Vegeta watched as Usagi ended up straddling Trunks' waist.

"Can't you two wait until you at least have a room?"

Usagi turned and caught the prince's teasing smirk. She ran her hands down Trunks' built chest and grinned when she felt him intake sharply. "Actually Uncle Veggie, I'm kind of comfortable where I'm at." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He had expected them to turn fire engine red and jump from each other.

Usagi was still tracing her fingers along Trunks' abdomen when he sat up on his elbows. He whispered so only she could hear, "If you don't stop I won't be held responsible for taking you right here and now, and believe me..." He leaned forward and whispered something else in her ear.

Her eyes got wide and she jumped to her feet with a speed that astonished everyone. She was behind Vegeta in a flash and glared at the purple-haired teen over her "uncle's" shoulder. "Y-You wouldn't dare." Trunks got a very evil smirk on his face that made Vegeta turn green with envy. Usagi didn't overlook the mischievous glint in his eyes as he raised his eyebrow.

"I wouldn't?"

Usagi gulped and cowered behind Vegeta. The innocent voice he used with that look couldn't be a good sign. Everyone snickered at the scene. Their amusement was cut short when a helicopter landed nearby. Out stepped a giant man that had a perfect smile with two of his posse flanking both sides of him and a woman in a revealing red dress clutching to his arm. There were a few flashes of light and what looked like a news crew hovering around the man.

Krillen raised an eyebrow. "What a bozo." He got a few nods in response.

Usagi stepped up to Trunks' right, their earlier conversation already forgotten. "Who's he?"

As if in response the giant billowed, "I am the great Mr. Satan, the strongest man in the world! My apprentices and I will easily squash this green bean!" The Z gang all rolled their eyes.

Krillen, "You have got to be kidding me."

Piccolo, "Just what we need, an arrogant amateur wrestler prancing around and squealing whenever he breaks a nail." Everyone burst into laughter.

Trunks wrapped an arm around Usagi's waist. "What kind of name is Mr. Satan anyway? Oh look. I think I'm quivering with fear." He paused, "No wait. I'm just cold." He pulled her further into his embrace and bent down to whisper in her ear, "You can warm me up after we win k?"

Usagi leaned back in his arms, "I'll think about it." She glanced over at Cell and found that he seemed stuck somewhere between amusement and annoyance as he watched Mr. Satan strut in front of the camera while giving his ego-boosting speech, if you could call it that.

Cell's annoyance won out in the end and he announced the start of the games. Mr. Satan demanded to go first since he was 'obviously' the best fighter there. Cell made quick work of the less than spectacular humans. When Mr. Satan was embedded into the side of a cliff, Goku stepped up and into the arena.

Usagi closed her eyes and tuned out the fight. Because of Pluto's powers, she already knew what would come to pass. Like in her childhood, she would do anything to keep her loved ones alive. And then the words came, "I give up."

The Z soldiers went wild when they heard Goku, their savior, utter those words. "What does he think he's doing?!" Usagi placed a hand on Trunks' arm. He shrugged it off and started pacing. She sighed. Of course they didn't understand. She looked down at her brother and sighed again. He was too young. They were all too young.

"There is someone stronger than me, someone that would give you a better challenge." They continued to listen to Goku, "My son, Gohan." No one had expected that, least of all Gohan. The eleven year old's eyes widened and he took a step back.

Piccolo was livid and beside himself with rage. "Goku, you can't be serious! He's just a child." Cell was laughing but eventually agreed to "beat the kid into a bloody pulp." Goku nodded and joined the rest of the warriors.

There were quite a few people that gave him the did-you-finally-crack look. Goku patted his son's head and gave him a confident smile. There was one quick "You can do it" and then he stepped back to watch. Gohan was still in shock.

Usagi shook her head sadly. Her dad may be super strong, but he really could work on being more sensitive. "Gohan, can I talk to you for a sec?" Usagi led her brother away from the group.

"I-I can't do this!" she let him begin. "How can they expect me to fight *that*?! I'm just a little kid. I'm not ready for something like this."

Usagi squatted down to his level and looked at him with kind, serious eyes. "Is that what they taught you?" she asked softly.

"What?"

"So Piccolo and Dad taught you to give up without even trying. I'm sure they expect you to just give the Earth over to Cell because you don't *think* you can beat him"

"NO!"

Usagi looked at him skeptically. "They never taught you that? Well then, why are you acting like it?"

Gohan sighed, "I don't see why Dad is doing this. He can take Cell any day. I could never hope to be as strong as either of them."

Usagi sighed, "Gohan let me tell you something. Do you remember all of those visions I had?" When she saw him nod she continued, "Well they show the future, as I'm sure you've already guessed. I know what the outcome of this fight will be."

Gohan's eyes got big. "What happens? Who wins?!"

"I can't tell you. But if Dad fights, he'll lose. Dad's not as strong or fast as Cell, but you are."

Gohan shook his head in denial. "Why can't you fight him?"

"I was never fated to return to this world, this life. You were meant to fight this battle." Gohan continued to shake his head. "Listen. You are a Saiyajin, the son of the strongest Saiyajin living, you were trained by our very own Namek," she smirked and pointed to the green being, "and by our father. We're all proud of you, even Uncle Veggie, though he'll never admit it."

Gohan still shook his head. "I can't. I'm not strong enough. I'll be letting everyone down." Usagi growled. Gohan gulped and stepped back nervously.

"You don't have the power huh?" Ok now she was getting frustrated. How stubborn could an eleven year old get? "Well, dear brother o' mine, let me show you just how much power you have." She grabbed his arm and they were consumed in a flash of silver light.

Gohan was forced inside of himself. Deeper and deeper. Beneath his knowledge, his human consciousness, beyond his Saiyajin primal rage, he felt a flame of power. The closer he got to it the higher it grew. It rose and rose until it was a column of fire blazing with such an intense heat. And power. This was beyond Super Saiyajin, way beyond that. Yet he still wasn't consumed by it, like he should have been. There was another flash of light and he was standing on a cliff, in the relentless heat, and back in the confinements of a Super Saiyajin's power.

Usagi grinned down at his shocked face. "Now that you *know* you have the power, all you need is some courage, and a few kick ass moves." He grinned. "So, why don't you show that *thing* that has *dared* to take over Earth just what an eleven year old demi-Saiyajin trained by a Namek and a full Saiyajin can do. It's your turn to shine, so kick some major ass." Usagi grinned and winked down at him before strolling back to the group of warriors with a big grin on her face.

Gohan's face mirrored hers. "Yeah!" He jumped off the cliff and headed for the arena to fight the fight of his life. Everyone blinked.

Trunks looked from the girl lounging next to him, to the boy going head-to- head with the android, and back again. "Okay." he said at length. "I'm not even going to ask."

She smirked and continued to watch the fight. Everything was going as her visions had predicted. Any minute now, Cell would release his 'children' and she'd have to kill all of the nuisances. Just as Cell was about to.give birth.her head snapped to the side. Something powerful and magical was gnawing at her senses. But there is nothing magical in this dimension. Even as she tried to convince herself that she had imagined it, it remained. There was something dark and evil about it. She gasped so loud that everyone around her gave her their attention.

"What's wrong?" Trunks asked from next to her.

She continued to stare blankly at the horizon before letting out a steady stream of different curse words in about ten different languages that left Vegeta green. "-Fuck!" She was currently on English.

An unnaturally black cloud had formed in the sky over the raised platform of the tournament. It blocked out the sun's rays and cast an eerie shadow over the group. It seemed to absorb all of the light in the area. Everyone, even Cell and Gohan, had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to this phenomenon. And to their collective surprise, it spoke.

"I demand to speak with Cosmos."

Everyone was quiet. Trunks noticed that Usagi stiffened and was glaring at the talking cloud with more hate than even he held for the androids.

"Speak mortals before I lose my patients and kill you all. Where is the Queen of Stars?"

Again there was silence. Vegeta's interest had peeked at the mention of royalty.

"You cannot hide behind such weaklings forever, Cosmos."

"Hide?! Don't flatter yourself." Everyone's attention snapped to the silver-haired girl that was lounging against a huge bolder with her arms crossed and looked as if she didn't have a care in the world. Usagi spoke again, "Well, if it isn't Chaos. I was wondering when you would show your face. I'm glad that you weren't hiding in your fear for too long."

"Your arrogance surprises me, little queen-," Everyone's eyebrows shot up. Usagi, a queen? "-I would surely have thought that you'd be heartbroken over your friends, or lack thereof," he cackled evilly. Almost as an afterthought he added, "After all, I did slaughter them, and it was all your fault."

All of the Z gang and Cell, watched in amazement as a long broad sword appeared in Usagi's right hand. "You forget your place Chaos. You forget the *I* sent you running the last time we fought. What makes you think that I can't do it again?" Her voice was low and threatening.

"You wouldn't risk this planet or your new friends. Then again, you wouldn't last time and we ended up killing an entire universe."

Usagi gripped her sword so tight that he knuckles turned white. "Watch your words, cloud, or I might have to cut you into little pieces. Even if light and dark have to exist together that doesn't mean you can't spend eternity in a thousand pieces scattered across all dimensions, and you know I can do it."

The dark cloud emitted an evil, deep chuckle that echoed off the cliffs and shook the ground. "I did not come here to fight, little queen. I came here to tell you that I'm back so you better start looking over your shoulder from now on. I also wanted to introduce you to my apprentice."

Usagi leaned on her sword and laughed. "You're taking on students? I want to join!"

Chaos growled and in a flash of light a man appeared. Usagi shifted he weight back onto her feet and slung her sword across her shoulders. She walked up to this man and walked around him twice running her gaze over him as if he were some ox about to be sold - much to the 'ox's' displeasure.

He had spiky golden hair and a shocking pair of bright orange eyes. His skin was tan and he was well built, but his frame still lacked the eye- popping quality that the Saiyajin males possess. He towered above her and was currently looking her up and down in a surprised, lustful way. Her gaze paused briefly on the sword strapped to his waist. There was a dark aura around it that seemed somewhat familiar. She shook it off returning to her original position and leaned on her sword again.

She was silent a moment, before doubling over in laughter. "Am I supposed to be impressed or something?" she managed to get out after the incomprehensible part of her fit had passed. Usagi ignored the ox's death glare.

Vegeta chuckled.

Trunks smirked.

"You haven't seen what he can do."

Usagi got an arrogant smirk on her face, "You haven't seen what I can do." There was silence for a moment as everyone waited for the dark entity's reply.

A nearby cliff exploded sending pebbles and dirt everywhere. When it cleared, they saw Cell glaring at them with unmasked anger. He didn't seem to like being ignored very much. Gohan dropped into a fighting stance preparing to continue, and was about to charge the android when evil laughter caused everyone to focus on the cloud again.

"It is too much." He continued to laugh before turning his attention back to Usagi. "Th-This fool actually believes he is perfect. He thinks that he is the strongest being in all of creation." Laughter once again echoed across the cliffs. "So you wish to prove him otherwise, little queen? Or shall I?"

Usagi looked at Gohan for a brief moment, shrugged, and walked to the green android with her sword in hand. Cell glared at her and dashed forward. He swung his fist down and was surprised when she easily caught it in her smaller hand. Her other hand came up to rest lightly on his chest, right over his right over his artificial heart.

Cell stood dumbfounded as he locked gazes with hers. For the briefest of moments they flashed silver and he glimpsed a faint echo of the power sleeping within her. Usagi continued to stare into his soulless eyes as the hand on his chest started to glow silver.

She reared her fist back and plunged her hand through his thick body armor and into his wiry chest. He didn't even blink. As he lost himself in the soft whispers of her power, he felt no pain.

Usagi jerked her arm back and everyone gasped when she pulled out a head of purple-coated blond hair. With one last sharp yank the full body of Android 18 was birthed and slumped to the ground. She was covered from head to toe with the purple blood of her "father".

With the absence of the female half of him, Cell snapped from his trance and started to glow. He looked down at himself and screamed in rage when he found that he was back to his previous form. "You bitch!"

Chaos laughed. "You would think, with being an android and all, that he would at least have a more extensive vocabulary." Usagi rolled her eyes and ignored him. Cell was gripping his oozing (AN: I like that word!) chest and glared at her.

"You are far from perfect Cell. You are an ant compared to Chaos and my powers. Let me show you what true perfection is." She touched his forehead and locked gazes with his again.

Her eyes flashed silver.

Cell fell to his knees.

And screamed.

Chaos laughed.

Usagi stepped back and raised her sword. "You have killed too many to ever be forgiven. I am Death. Prepare to meet your maker." She jumped and spun completely around in midair with her sword outstretched. Cell's screams were abruptly cut short (pun intended) as his head tumbled across the length of the platform and his body crumbled to the ground.

Usagi watched the purple blood ooze out of his neck and across the countless severed wires and metal before turning back to Gohan. "Take care of 18."

He nodded and took a defensive stance over the android's body. However absurd his sister's request was, he wasn't about to question her.

Usagi walked back to where Chaos was floating next to the 'ox'. "Well done, little queen. I'm surprised though. You normally forgive all of your enemies."

She sighed, but slid her cool smirk into place. "He was an android. There was no soul to save."

"Then why did you save the girl? Is she not also an android?" he asked gesturing to 18.

She grinned, "Well, I can't let you completely fuck with this timeline now can I?" Chaos chuckled. "Why are you really here? You don't normally stop by for a friendly chat." She could practically feel the cloud shrug.

"Besides the fact that I've had a lack of interesting conversation sense we last met, it's part of my apprentice's training. He needs to see the enemy. As a matter of fact, he's been asking quite a bit about you. When I strip you of your power, I might give you to him so he can.strip you of other things."

Usagi rolled her eyes and started sarcastically, "Charmed *really*, but taken." She saw the ox's orange eyes narrow slightly and skim over their audience.

"So what do you say, little queen? Care to transform for my student's benefit?"

Usagi smirked. "I'd rather not give anyone any nosebleeds today." Out of the corner of her eye, Usagi saw Trunks' head snap around to look at her with sudden interest. She gazed again at the golden 'ox'. "Where'd you get him? I wasn't aware that anything was left back 'home'."

Chaos chuckled. "From this dimension actually. He had just the kind of corrupted soul I'm looking for. The fates have already damned him so he belongs to me now."

She nodded and inclined her head slightly to the cloud. "Since you're babysitting now, I'll kick your ass next time we meet." She gestured for Gohan to bring 18, and turned her back to the cloud and man.

Chaos bowed, "As you wish, Majesty."

He was about to disappear when his student stopped him. "Why don't we attack now? She's useless in her mortal form, and her back's turned."

Chaos growled in annoyance, "Fool. Where's the fun in that?!" And they disappeared.

Usagi walked alongside her brother (who was carrying 18) back to the crowd of friends and family that were in various degrees of shock, confusion, and anger. She gulped. They were all staring at her.

Much to the surprise of everyone, it was Piccolo who seemed to snap out of it first. He stepped forward and kneeled down on one knee. With his head bowed and eyes closed he spoke, "Majesty."

It wasn't a question or even a statement. He made that one simple word complicated and murky with emotions. Yet it remained simple and true, as if it were her real self, her name.

That seemed to snap everyone out of whatever trance they were in. Trunks blinked a few times and looked down at the green man kneeling before Usagi. No one had ever seen the warrior act so respectable before, not even to Kami. Trunks was on the verge of asking the older man if he had eaten anything that might have caused him to temporarily go insane, when Usagi sighed heavily in frustration.

"If it isn't Pluto, then I suppose it would be you. Rise, Namek. There will be no such formalities between us."

If Piccolo's actions had surprised then they weren't anywhere near prepared for Usagi's royal response. She really sounded like the queen everyone was claiming her to be. Piccolo nodded and rose. "Who would have thought," he surmised out loud filling the silence, "that a Saiyajin would become Cosmos." He shook his head sadly, as if to reprimand the Fates. Everyone continued to stare at her intently. She started to fidget.

"Umm. So I guess you guys want some answers huh?" As one, they nodded. She gulped again and started to laugh nervously. "Well um."

Trunks walked up beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Why don't we all head back now? I have a feeling this is going to be long and I'm hungry." The majority nodded and headed off to the Son's house.

Only she, Trunks, Gohan with 18, Krillen, and Vegeta had stayed behind. Krillen went over to check up on 18 and talk to Gohan. Usagi was still wrapped up in Trunks' arms when Vegeta strolled up to them. "A Queen?" She grinned. Of course Vegeta would have been interested in that. She didn't get a chance to answer as he looked between her and Trunks with the closest thing to a grin she had ever seen on his face, shook his head, and flew off.

Fifteen minutes later, they were all gathered at their leader's home. It seemed that while she and Trunks, Gohan with 18, and Krillen had lagged behind, Bulma and Chichi had been filled in with what happened.

"Gohan," she whispered to her twin. "Let Krillen take care of 18."

He looked at her suspiciously, "Why?" Usagi grinned evilly before adorning her award winning innocent I'm-not-planning-anything look. Gohan choked back a laugh. He could practically see the halo above her head. He deliberately left 18 leaning against his father's bald best friend as everyone settled in the couch, recliner, loveseat, on the floor, or leaning against the wall.

"As I'm sure you all noticed, the past week I've been dodging all questions regarding my period of absence and sudden return. Well, now I'm going to tell you about everything. But before I start I'm going to need you to believe in a few things."

Krillen, "Like what?"

"Like magick." (AN: Magick is another way to spell magic.)

That got snorts from all around. It was Tien who spoke next, "You want us to believe in old witches with pointy hats run around, whisper nonsense words and *magick* happens? You can't be serious!"

Usagi chuckled, "Magick is a little bit deeper than that. There are no witches, no pointy hats, cauldrons, or spell books. Magick," she repeated and held up her right hand. Fire sprung to life in her upturned palm and rose to lick her fingers.

"I can do that," Yamcha stated and formed a ki ball in his hand.

"Magick, unlike ki, cannot be taught, but rather you have to be born with it. This fireball and your ki ball are not the same. Your ki is limited to that form - a ball - while mine," the ball rose from her hand and morphed into a phoenix, "can change into whatever it chooses."

The firebird soared around the room and disappeared in a puff of smoke. "Magick comes in many forms. The most powerful forms are those of the elements, but there are others less complicated."

Goku, "Like what?"

"Like disguises."

Bulma, "Show us."

Usagi stood and pulled out her disguise pen. There were a few mumbled words and a flash of light. Everyone gasped, especially Trunks, as they saw a blond-haired eleven year old staring back at them. "This is what I would look like if I had never left."

Gohan jumped up and grinned, "Sugoi!" (Cool!)

The child waved her hand and she was standing in her original form. "And objections?" Silence. "Second, I need you all to believe, or at least understand, reincarnation."

Chichi, "What?!"

"To understand parts of my story, my past and future, you have to know of reincarnation." Everyone nodded. "And third, alternate dimensions."

Bulma's eyes lit up so fast that she nearly wet her pants from sheer happiness. "Good Kami, onna. (Good God, woman.) There's no need to cry and piss at the same time." Bulma glared at her husband but decided to ignore him. That was a first, and it didn't seem to go over very well.

"You mean they exist?!" The blue-haired genius had long since left her seat on the couch and was now pacing the length of it, running over any and all civilians in her path.

Goku looked completely lost, "What's an alfirmite denemeons?"

Bulma looked at him with pity in her eyes. She glanced around, and looked at everyone in pity. "An alternate dimension is a belief, a theory if you will, that with every conscious decision we make, we branch out from a main timeline to make our own destiny." Some of them still looked lost.

"It's basically a 'what if' type thing. For example," Usagi started, "An alternate dimension might have started if Frieza hadn't of decided to blow up Vegeta-sei. Then Uncle Veggie, you would never have met Bulma or had Trunks, Dad you wouldn't have gotten training from King Kai, Piccolo you would still be evil, and Gohan you nor I would have ever been trained by our senseis." (teachers) Everyone slowly nodded in understanding.

"Now that everyone understands everything, I'll begin. I was born -"

Chichi cut her off, "Usagi we already know what happened then."

Usagi nodded and started again, "Let me rephrase that. My soul was originally born in an alternate dimension a millennium ago." That seemed to get everyone's attention. "In this dimension there was life on each of the planets of the solar system and they were all ruled by a monarchy. Each of the planets, except Earth, were bound together in an alliance, the Silver Alliance. The moon's monarchy was the ruler of this alliance."

"Why wasn't Earth in the alliance?" Gohan asked.

"Earth was still a young planet then. They knew nothing but war and hate between their people. Anyway, the Moon's throne was passed down to the first born female child." Vegeta growled in outrage. Usagi giggled, "A sacred jewel of power was passed down the line of Queens. This jewel -"

"-the Ginzuishu, right?" (The Silver Crystal, right?) Piccolo asked.

Usagi nodded, "This crystal held powers mortals wouldn't comprehend. But to use this awe inspiring power - this magick - the wielder had to give her life. The only wielder of this crystal would the current Moon queen, until the crystal chose a soul in which it would bind itself to for eternity.

"As you can imagine the Moon princess, the heir to such power, had to be protected at all cost. In compliance to this, the kingdoms of each planet within the alliance elected a warrior, a senshi, which would command the powers of their respective planets and pledge their lives to the princess. Such magick to be used for such an important task could only be found in the royal bloodlines of each kingdom. So the senshi were also princesses."

"You said that the elements were the strongest magick, so does that mean that the senshi command the elements?" Gohan asked.

Usagi was surprised. "You know, you just keep getting smarter. They did, Mercury was ice, Mars - fire, Jupiter - thunder and lightning, Venus - love, Saturn - death and rebirth, Uranus - wind, Neptune - the oceans, and Pluto - time and space."

Gohan got really excited, "So you're Mars right? You used fire earlier so you're her!"

Usagi smiled slightly, "Patience, little brother." She took a deep breath and continued, "At this time Earth sought to be a part of the alliance. There were no female heirs to its throne; there was only the Crown prince, Endymion. The Moon princess and Earth prince fell madly in love and were engaged not only to unite their love but to make Earth a part of the alliance. -"

"-and they lived happily ever after. This is just a fairytale. I don't see how you fit into this," that came from Vegeta.

She frowned, "Unfortunately, that wasn't how it happened. Jealousy drove one of Endymion's admirers to resurrect an ancient evil entity. Together the woman, Beryl," Usagi spat at her name, "and the entity, Metalia, led their armies of darkness across Earth, across each kingdom of all of the planets slaughtering millions of innocents.

"The moon was all that was left. There was an engagement party that night. Millennia of peace left them unprepared for her armies of Hell. The Moon fell. Each senshi died valiantly in battle, giving their lives for their princess.

"Beryl attached the Moon princess in a fit of rage, but Endymion threw himself in front of his love and saved her. The young princess of no more that seventeen years looked around at her destroyed kingdom and down at her dead lover, and she made a choice. She took his broad sword, this sword," the sword that she had earlier appeared in her hands, "and drove it into her heart. Death came slow enough. She died hearing Beryl's evil laughter."

Bulma and Chichi were crying openly. Vegeta snorted, "And what of the *powerful* crystal you were telling us about. Some power, it couldn't even save its people."

Usagi smiled sadly, "You're wrong Uncle Veggie. The Queen, upon seeing her daughter commit suicide, made her own decision. Her kingdom had fallen and her daughter was dead. She had nothing left. She gave her life to seal away Beryl and Metalia, and with her dying breath she made a wish. The crystal heard and obeyed. Endymion, the princess, and her court were sent to the future to be reborn so they could start again."

Trunks started, "I still don't see -"

Usagi held up her hand for silence. "Something went wrong however, whether it was an accident or the Fates had planned it, the princess' soul broke off from the group and traveled into an alternate dimension to be reborn. The Fates decreed her the daughter of Son Goku and Son Chichi."

Silence.

Usagi could even hear the dust move slightly as the air conditioner was turned on. Silence.

Trunks had paled considerably. She had been in love with another man, and probably still was. Usagi gripped his hand tightly and winked at him as if sensing his thoughts.

"I don't believe you," Yamcha started, "You expect us to believe that you're some dead princess that was reborn from a thousand years ago? I don't think so."

"It's too crazy for her to have made it up. Besides, what reason would she have to lie to us?" came Bulma's reply.

"It's a fairytale," came Tien.

Usagi lifted an eyebrow. "And you expect me to believe that if you get seven magick balls together a dragon will appear to grant any wish. That sounds a little too much like a genie to me, yet it's real. You want me to believe that if you have a tail and look at the full moon you'll turn into a giant ape on the rampage? Sounds crazy huh? Yet, it's real. If all that can exist why can't this?"

There was silence. Goku nodded, "She'd got a point." Some of them still looked doubtful.

"Fine! You want proof?" Usagi stood up and with a wave of her hand a moonbeam trickled down her body turning her fighting gi into that of her princess gown. The golden crescent moon blazed brightly from its resting place on her brow.

"I am Princess Serenity of the White Moon Kingdom and heir to the Silver Alliance. And this," she held out her hand face up, "is the legendary Ginzuishu." A small crystal no larger than a gold dollar in the shape of a blooming rose (AN: in the Jap. Manga it's like that.I think.). Gohan immediately recognized the heavenly light. It wasn't as breath snatching as it was in her Cosmos form, but still very beautiful.

Vegeta gasped. "She speaks the truth. No one can fake the glowing symbol of their heritage. Any royalty ruling over an entire planet bears a glowing mark on their brow. I can hide mine."

Serenity nodded and smiled, "Correct Vegeta-ouji-sama." She detransformed to Usagi and sat back down next to Trunks.

"You're not crying," Bulma remarked. "How can you live through all of that and not cry every time you relive it?"

Usagi's eyes got older, "I've had a long time to cry. There are no more tears left." There was silence for a moment.

Gohan's brow was creased in confusion. "But Usa, if you're the princess then why did you have Mars' powers?"

"Usagi sighed, "I'll get to that. The answer is at the end of my story." He nodded and she continued. "I'm pretty sure that everyone here knows what happened up until the point I was captured -"

"By that green-haired bitch! Brat, if you didn't kick her ass then I'll find her and do it!" Vegeta shout in outrage. He could still remember the pain of that day. Bulma inconspicuously slid her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze.

"Setsuna didn't mean to. It's part of her job."

"You mean to tell me that she gets PAID to kidnap kids for four fucking years?!"

Usagi rubbed her head; his shouting was giving her a migraine. "I didn't know at the time that she was one of my senshi." That got Vegeta quiet. "Setsuna was Pluto, Guardian of Time and Space. Destiny demanded that I return to the timeline where all my senshi lived. Pluto *had* to do it. As my protector and friend she wanted to let me stay, but the timelines are very important. Of course," she grinned, "I didn't find this out until WAY later.

"After I was dragged into that portal I passed out. When I woke up I was in a bubblegum pink," she shuddered, "bedroom with countless stuffed animal rabbits everywhere. Anyway, I went to school and ran into - surprise, surprise - Setsuna. She was nursing a busted lip and a black eye, after I got through with her.

"She told me something very important though. The timelines would crash if I didn't act differently."

Piccolo, "Act differently?"

Usagi smirked slightly. "Take my dad, and multiply his ditziness by ten times and you get exactly how much acting I had to do." Everyone in the room, except the oblivious Goku, shuddered at the thought.

"And with school.Mom, I'm sorry."

Chichi gulped, "H-How bad was it?"

Usagi gave her a little smile, "I passed everything but Math." Chichi burst into tears and started to sob uncontrollably as she ran out of the room. Gohan tried to look concerned, really he did, but he couldn't hide his grin. He always wondered what would happen if his grades were anything less than perfect. Now he knew!

"In that dimension," Usagi continued, "there was no Capsule Corp., no talking animals, no flying people, and no dinosaurs. The first year was the worst." Everyone watched as her eyes grew haunted and glassy as she lost herself in memories. "It was torture. I had to hide so much of myself. After a while, I started to forget who I really was. I was so careful, too. No one knew of my power or strength. They all thought I was so stupid, so useless. They didn't have a clue.

"I tried to keep up my training, I really did. But keep in mind I'm a six year old that everyone thought couldn't tell night from day. They all took the 'great burden' of watching me every waking moment so I wouldn't do something foolish. The only time I got to myself was when I slept. Then, I felt guilty for not keeping up with fighting. I missed you all so much. There was no one that understood me there. No one. I felt so lost," a tear trickled down her cheek. Trunks pulled her against him and wrapped her protectively in his arms, as if he held her tight enough he could protect her from her memories.

After a moment of letting the warmth of him comfort her, she continued. "There were eight years of peace. When I was fourteen I stumbled across a talking cat."

"But I thought you said animals didn't talk there," came Goku's voice.

"They can't. Luna, the cat, was really from the Silver Millennium. I suppose finding her, and taking her in was both a curse and a blessing. She told me of my destiny as a fighter and protector of the Moon Princess," she held up her hand to silence everyone's question. "Neither of us remembered the Silver Millennium."

Everyone nodded.

"A very magical evil was emerging and Destiny had decided to pick me to fight it. I was glad that I got to fight again, and now had an excuse to start training again, but I was quickly let down when I remembered that I still had to act. Luna gave me a broach that transformed me into my first fuku, the one of Sailor Moon. I fought the evil and met up with the reincarnations of half on my court. I also met up with Endymion's reincarnation," she felt Trunks stiffen beneath her.

"We tried the dating thing. It didn't work out. It seems that even though Serenity and Endymion had loved each other, they weren't soul mates. In the end he was more like an older brother, but," she looked down at Gohan, "he could never compare to you, Gohan."

The eleven year old puffed up in happiness and grinned. Usagi felt Trunks relax and tighten his grip around her protectively.

"We later found out that the evil we were fighting was none other than Beryl herself. In the final battle my senshi gave their lives for mine. I used the ginzuishu and defeated Beryl and Metalia. I died at the age of fourteen, alone. I too made a final wish. We were all reborn again, having no recollection of ever fighting as Sailor Senshi."

She detangled herself from Trunks' arms and stood reluctantly. "You all would probably like to have proof of this as well, huh?" She raised her hand and shouted, "Moon Prism Power Make Up!" In a flash of light she stood proudly as the champion of love and justice.

All the single guys were holding their noses to keep them from bleeding. The women looked at her figure appreciatively. Goku and Vegeta both stood in outrage. "I can't believe you fight in that!"

"For once, I agree with Kakarotto. It is too frilly, and too revealing, and too indecent! I demand you never wear it again!" Goku nodded in agreement.

"Don't yell at me! I didn't design the fuku and I can't change it. I think they were meant to uh.distract the male enemies."

Trunks had long since tuned out everything. There was only her. While all of the others had averted their gazes respectfully, he admired his view. Those long creamy legs that failed to be hidden beneath the blue miniskirt were overriding his imagination with all of the possibilities. The skintight bodice that clung to her figure left little to the imagination. When he looked a little further up to her perfectly rounded breast he felt his loins tighten. Her long creamy arms were incased in white gloves and hung to her sides. Her once silver hair had turned to gold and gloated around her like a sensual aura. Her beautiful face that was flawless was tainted slightly pink. His gaze finally rested on her breathtaking blue eyes that..were staring straight at him.

He blinked in surprise. He suddenly noticed that everyone was quiet. Someone cleared their throat, and he could feel everyone's eyes on him. "What?!" he asked irritably with his eyes still glued to the goddess standing before him.

Goku stepped in front of him, blocking his wonderful view. "That is quite enough. There will be no more drooling in this room. And you might want to take care of something." Goku's eyes dropped down for a second.

Trunks followed his gaze and found that he was hard. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, he grinned and leaned back in his chair. He spread his legs slightly to show it off. "I don't see a problem."

Bulma and Chichi high-fived each other from the sidelines. Vegeta smirked proudly.

A bright light distracted everyone momentarily. Usagi stepped out from behind her father and rolled her eyes. "I swear. I hate it when people talk about me as if I'm not here. Everyone in this room needs to grow up. I can take care of myself, thank you!" She looked at Trunks and blushed furiously. She had never thought that he would react like that. And he didn't even look ashamed, what's more. She saw him grin evilly at her and wink. She somehow didn't want to know what he was thinking at the moment.

Goku and Vegeta had calmed when they noticed she was back in her fighting gi. They sat back down and waited for her to continue her story. Usagi remained standing, since she refused to sit on Trunks' no-longer-flat lap.

She told then of he past in detail and transformed into each version of Sailor Moon when the story required it. Trunks hadn't stopped grinning since he had first seen her transform, and it was starting to scare her. She was currently in her Eternal form when she got to the most difficult part.

"-And then Chaos came." Everyone leaned forward in their seats. This was who they were most curious about, seeing as he was their current enemy. "He is the strongest evil that ever was and ever will be. Mars and Pluto knew this and knew what was to come to pass. They made a plan and informed the rest of the senshi secretly. I didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on.

"One morning, the morning of the battle, I woke up and found that they had left sometime during the night and had hidden my broach. By the time I arrived it was too late. With their dying breaths, they willed their starseeds to merge with mine. They gave their souls to me. This is why it is my fault that they died. If I had only been a little faster, a little smarter, a little more like a leader then they might all still be alive."

She stopped here and turned her head away so no one could see her tears. It still hurt to think about their deaths. Trunks wrapped her in his arms, and despite his "condition" comforted her. She turned her face into his neck and let her tears role down his skin. She started again from her position in his lap.

"Their combined souls along with the merger of the Ginzuishu transformed me into my final transformation: Cosmos no senshi, Queen of Stars, Guardian of the Universe, and Protector of Light. My transformation caused Chaos to grow stronger. In the end, all living things ceased to exist for they had sacrificed their souls to boost our power. And so, the battle began. We were equal in strength, but my rage and grief made me just a little bit more powerful and I won.

"There is an eternal balance throughout all dimensions. Good and Evil cannot exist without the other. So I couldn't kill him. Instead I banished him to the place equivalent to Hell in his eyes. Destiny proclaimed that I was to accept everything and stand alone for the rest of eternity. But I couldn't.

"The Fates took pity on me and allowed me to remember this dimension and all of the people that I loved and had to leave behind. I had forgotten over the years. I forgot what it meant to be a Saiyajin. So," she sighed, "I decided to come back. I wasn't ever meant to."

"So that's how you knew of the Twin Swords," Piccolo thought aloud.

She nodded, "I am the Cosmos' chosen, and can be denied nothing, except - ironically - my only desire in this life."

"What's that?" Trunks asked.

"To die eternally."

"You're immortal?!" Vegeta shouted.

"My soul is. I could die a thousand times, but never will I reach the afterlife. My soul will always be reborn until the end of time. Gohan," she turned to her brother.

"You were meant to ascend to the next level of Super Saiyajin, SSJ2, and defeat Cell. But since Chaos came that never happened, and he wouldn't have even come if I wasn't here. So this is my fault and I have to fix the problem. Gohan," she walked up to him and placed a hand on his forehead.

"See what could have been. Relive what could have been. Feel what could have been," she chanted and the boy was consumed in light for the second time that day. He saw himself fighting with Cell. He lived through the terror of the mini cells and his mistake. He saw Death - the death of his father and Trunks. Power engulfed him as he screamed. He broke through the restraints of Super Saiyajin and plunged into the strength and power of level 2. He saw himself blast Cell into the next dimension, and felt the guilt.

It was all his fault.

The light dissipated and everyone found that Gohan was on his knees with tears streaming down his face. He looked up at his sister. "Th-That's what w-would have happened?"

She nodded sadly, "Had I not returned."

Gohan looked around and gave his dad a big bear hug. "I-I'm sorry." Goku looked confused but didn't say anything.

"I'm confused about something," Bulma's voice broke through the awkward moment. "Why did everything die when you became Sailor Cosmos?"

Usagi sighed. This was going to be hard to explain. She opened her mouth to speak, but Piccolo beat her to it.

"In the beginning, only the three Fates existed. They grew bored of life alone and decided to create time and life. With each soul, each living thing, it was given the essence of good or evil. There would always be and equal amount of good and evil power.

"Imagine a huge amount of power that was divided in half, one good and one evil. Each half was distributed evenly into each dimension. The Fates decided which souls would have more power. This explains why Goku is stronger than Yamcha."

Everyone slowly nodded. Krillen spoke up, "Well if there is the same amount of power how do you explain us getting stronger?"

Usagi picked it up, "Every time a soul of good or evil dies the Fates give its power to another soul, making it stronger. This explains why your enemies grow stronger as you do.

"This is what happened during my transformation. Every soul was forced to decide if it was good or evil. I became the ultimate good and Chaos the ultimate evil, but at the price of every living thing's life. Since we are equal, Chaos has chosen to train someone. He believes that his new pupil will be enough to tip the balance. I'm not too worried about it though."

"So what are we going to do now?" Goku addressed everyone.

"Nothing!" Usagi shouted before anyone could say a word. "This is my battle and I'm not going to drag everyone into it!"

Vegeta growled when he saw her stance change and her jaw set. She could be as stubborn as him sometimes. "Fine. Then, we're going to have to drag ourselves."

Gohan nodded in agreement, "We're not going to let you stand alone," he promised. Everyone nodded.

Usagi sighed and glared at all of them. "I'll think about it."

Trunks cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. He grinned at Usagi. "Aren't you going to transform into Cosmos?"

She rolled her eyes, "Nope! She will only be called upon to fight. So I guess you'll have to suffer." She grinned down at his horror stricken face. He looked like someone had just told him Santa Claus wasn't real. "Besides," she grinned and looked down at his little erm.BIG problem, "I don't know if you could handle it."

He lifted an eyebrow, "Please tell me that was a challenge." Without giving her time to answer, he stood from his place on the couch and walked up to her. He grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly up against his body.

She gulped when she felt something hard pressing against her abdomen. She trembled when soft lips brushed against her ear.

"Give me a time and place and I'll 'prove' myself." He let her go and walked to the door all but ignoring his erection.

Usagi glared at his back not to be done, "And where are you going?"

He stopped just inside the door. "I'm going to take a shower."

Usagi tilted her head to the side and spoke in her most naïve voice, "Why?"

Trunks grinned at her over his shoulder, "Why don't you join me and find out?" And he was gone.

She looked around at everyone and found that they were all shocked. They obviously hadn't of ever expected the lavender-haired youth to make such suggestive offer.

Suddenly Goku jumped to his feet, "Usagi!" he shouted in outrage and shock. Everyone looked at him curiously. "Don't think I can't see that look in your eyes."

She furrowed her brow and spoke in her most innocent voice, "What look?"

Goku gave her an I'm-a-father-and-I'm-about-to-scold-my-daughter look, "You were thinking about taking Trunks up on his offer."

Usagi lost her innocent look as she let a small grin rug at her mouth. "Really, Daddy, why would I think about doing something like that?"

Vegeta grinned. She knew she was caught. It was time for him to save her. "Kakarotto, you are just being paranoid. Just because my son's an eechi when it comes to your daughter doesn't mean that she's one too." Goku had turned around to look at Vegeta so he didn't see the grateful look she shot over his shoulder to her "uncle". Goku turned back around and apologized to his daughter. He didn't see Vegeta wink back.

Usagi grinned inwardly. Vegeta would always be there to catch her when she fell. That was something she was as sure of as the sun rising.

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By the time Trunks stepped out of his cold shower, two hours later, all of the Z senshi had left. Only the Briefs were left, obviously waiting on him, in the Son's humble abode. He got dressed in the clothes he had on before and stepped out of the bathroom only to nearly get mowed down by Gohan.

"Sorry Mirai. Can't-talk-now-got-to-run." He was gone before he even finished his sentence.

Trunks blinked. 'Okay.' He was about to step out again when something collided with him and made him stumble backwards. 'The Fates must be against me today,' he thought and looked down only to find Usagi clutching to him to keep from falling. 'Then again.'

She tried to push against him so she could stand but he tightened his grip. "Trunks let me go! I have to tag Gohan," she whined. He dragged her into the bathroom and backed her up against the closed door.

"I spend two hours in a cold shower to get a hold of myself and I look at you once and it's all for nothing!" he shouted. He was angry at himself for not being able to control his hormones.

Usagi gulped and took a step back only to realize that she was trapped. 'This is not good.'

"Do you even realize what you do to me?" Trunks asked in a deadly calm voice. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel his hardness for the second time that day. Oh she had a very good idea about what he was talking about. She closed her eyes and tried to banish the feeling of him pressed to tightly against her. She had an idea where this was heading.

Trunks put his arms on each side of her and started to lean forward. He wanted nothing more than to taste every inch of her. A muffled voice broke the moment and caused him to stop millimeters from her lips. "Trunks, are you in there?" Gohan spoke through the bathroom door. He knocked a few times and Trunks grunted in response. "Well, if you see Usagi can you tell her that dinner's ready."

"Okay." Trunks waited for Gohan's ki to disappear to the other end of the house before turning to the girl under him. "Usa dinner's ready." Usagi rolled her eyes, slipped under his arm, flung the door open, and disappeared.

Trunks blinked.

He narrowed his eyes and raced to the kitchen. Usagi grinned triumphantly from her place between his father and Goku. He glared at her. Oh he wasn't about to let her get away that easily.

Usagi dropped her grin and watched in horror as Trunks grinned at her. Looking into his eyes she saw confidence and determination. He was going to try and corner her again after dinner. She looked at the two full- blooded Saiyajin on either side of her, her temporary oblivious body guards, and sighed. She couldn't hide behind them forever. 'Oh yeah? Just watch me try,' she thought stubbornly and launched herself at her food as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Vegeta watched the exchange between the two and frowned when he saw Usagi's stubbornness. He knew of his future son's attraction to the female half- Saiyajin. Anyone with any type of IQ could see it. (Hence the reason why Goku still hasn't figured it out.) He was secretly pulling for his son on this one, and would do whatever it took to make sure that the teen won his prize.

Bulma watched her husband carefully. He was planning something. She could tell by the brooding look in his eyes. She looked closer and found that his eyes held something else, something she had never seen in him before. Contentment.

She blinked in surprise. He was happy, or would be whenever whatever he was planning followed through. She smiled. If he was happy then so was she. Bulma closed her eyes and vowed to do whatever possible to keep him this way.

After dinner, everyone headed to the living room to chill out. It was still mid evening and they hadn't caught up completely yet. With the frenzy of the androids and Cell they hadn't of had much time to just relax.

Usagi, on the other hand, was far from relaxed. As soon as everyone was excused from dinner, she had been keeping as far away from Trunks as possible. He waited patiently as she kept to her father's side. Goku, however, had been drawn into a conversation with Chichi and left her standing all alone.

Trunks smirked and moved in for the kill.

She saw him start to slowly make his way over to her from the far wall he had been keeping company up until now. Her Saiyajin instincts were starting to kick in as she scanned the room for a quick exist. Her eyes rested on Vegeta, her savior. She ran up to him and grabbed his arm.

Trunks stopped his pursuit and looked at her curiously. 'What is she planning?'

"Uncle Veggie, can we please go spar? I'm all hyped up from dinner. Please?" Usagi begged while giving the prince her most bewitching expression. Usagi saw her victim cave and chanced a look over her shoulder at the fuming Trunks. She grinned and blew him a raspberry.

Vegeta took this time to look at his son as well. He smirked and winked. Trunks blinked in surprise. It looked as though his father was going to help him. He was the last person Trunks expected help from. Vegeta is usually attached to the blond as a father is to a favorite daughter. Usagi didn't have a chance. 'Not that she did to begin with.'

"Sure we can spar Usa-chan," Vegeta looked at his future son. "Mirai, since you aren't doing anything, you're coming too." Trunks smirked and walked over to stand by Usagi.

Her eyes had bulged to the size of small grapefruits and she made a little whimpering sound in the back of her throat. "B-But Uncle Veggie-"

Vegeta cut her off, "The more the merrier, right?" She gulped and slowly started to edge away. Trunks grinned down at her when he noticed the fear in her eyes.

"Nice try, tenshi. But it wasn't good enough."

Meanwhile, Vegeta shot Bulma a meaningful look. Bulma, up to this point, had been watching the little scene with growing interest. She really wanted some popcorn and a box of chocolate covered peanuts at the moment. This was just too perfect. She caught Vegeta's look and nodded before standing to her feet. She was glad that she finally got to play a part in this.

The Saiyajin Prince thanked the Fates for giving him such an intelligent mate. The trio made it to the door before Bulma started to shout in rage. "Vegeta get your lazy ass carcass back here this instant!"

Vegeta faked a sigh and growled, "Fine woman!" He left Trunks and Usagi alone, staring at each other. Vegeta walked over to the couch and sat down next to his calm mate. He pulled her in his lap and together they watched the scene unfold before them.

The two teens stared at each other for a long moment. Usagi gulped and backed up when Trunks reached for her. Somehow, she knew that if he touched her then it would all be over. She glanced in his eyes and saw a very dangerous mix of emotions: love, lust, determination, confidence, etc. Seeing this caused an unknown primal emotion to kick in, and it was telling her to do one thing.

Run.

Not one to disobey her emotions, she tuned on her heel and left Trunks in her dust. Trunks stared after her in shock before gathering his senses and blasting off down the hall after her.

All of those times she had to break the sound barrier just to make it to school on time came rushing back to her. She took that speed and multiplied it by ten. Her legs were nothing but a blur because they were pumping so fast. The only problem was that her house was so small. She was losing running space fast.

Trunks may be faster than her but this was her turf. She remembered playing hide-and-go-seek with her brother all the time when they were little. Therefore, she knew all of the best hiding spots. Since she had ascended to Cosmos her ki became undetectable. 'Add another advantage to my growing list.'

She glanced around her and found that she was in the dining room. No one ever really came in this room except for on special occasions, or when they had special guests. She flung open the cupboard and crawled in. It was smaller than she remembered. 'Well duh, Usa. You were a lot smaller then.' She closed the door just as Trunks raced into the room. Usagi sat quietly in the darkness and fought to get her breathing quiet.

Trunks was about to continue on the chase when a faint noise reached his sensitive Saiyajin ears. He walked toward a small collection of china that sat on top of a small wooden cupboard.

Usagi's eyes widened when she felt him come closer. She bit her lip and held her breath.

Trunks closed his eyes and searched the cupboard with his senses. He didn't feel any ki inside. Cursing heavily, he dashed out the door again. He had just lost valuable ground in the chase looking at an empty wooden box. 'She could be outside, miles away by now.'

Usagi waited until his ki was at lease two rooms away before releasing her breath and collapsing against the hard wood behind her. 'That was a little too close.' When she had her breath under control again she opened the door to the cupboard and toppled out. She could feel that Trunks was heading back in this direction and quickly dashed out of the room.

Usagi felt Trunks pause for a moment in the dining room before running out with twice as much speed as he used to come in. She gulped and ran as fast as she could to her brother's room. After all, two twins were better than one, right?

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Trunks had searched part of the house with no luck. He at least had her in his sight before he entered the dining room. 'The dining room.' He doubled back and was quite shocked to find that the door of the wooden cupboard he had eyed before was wide open. He cursed fluently with words he heard his father use more than once when the gravity machine broke down.

'She had been right there the whole time!' he screamed at himself. "Then why couldn't I feel her?" he asked aloud. He closed his eyes and branched out his senses. He gasped. There was no ki.

According to his senses, she wasn't only not in the house but not on the planet! 'How can that be?' He tried to remember what her ki felt like, but realized he had never felt it before. 'She must be able to mask her ki.'

"Shit!" he cursed before speeding out of the room as fast as he could without going Super Saiyajin. 'Where would she be?' he repeated over and over in his head. Then something she said surfaced in his memory. {Gohan. You were always the best at reading me.} "Gohan. He'll probably know where she's hiding," he said as he sped off to the young Saiyajin's room.

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Gohan was currently sitting on his bed and staring out his window at the stars that slowly started to show themselves. This peaceful moment was shattered when his sister barged into his room. He snapped his attention to her hunched form and immediately started to worry. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath.

"Go-Gohan," she staggered out. "You've g-got to hide m-me," she got out between breaths. She looked terrified.

"Why? Are you running from someone?"

She nodded and finally straightened with her breathing normal. "Trunks."

"Why?" he asked again.

She mealy shook her head, "I'll explain later. You've got to hide me." She felt Trunks' ki start to move in their direction at a fast pace. "Quick!"

Gohan nodded, feeling his friend getting closer by the second. He frantically looked around and finally his gaze settled on his bed. "Under the bed! Hurry!" Usagi looked like she was going to protest but he cut her off, "There's no time!"

Trunks was racing down the hall and would be there any second. She nodded and squeezed herself into the confining space. Her foot disappeared just as Trunks appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Gohan, you haven't seen your sister by any chance?" Usagi mentally sighed in relief. He hadn't seen her.

"A little while ago," the youth lied smoothly, "she seemed to be in a hurry."

Trunks looked at the young twin suspiciously. When he had first shown up Gohan was standing in the middle of his room looking at his bed. 'Strange.' He sat down on the bed and caught the worried look that appeared on Gohan's face. 'Why is he worried? It's not like I'm going to break it or anything.' (AN: Famous last words, minna-chan.)

"Well, since I'm here. Do you have the pictures?"

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Usagi sucked in her breath and pressed herself flatter against the hardwood floor. She was about to be squashed. Despite her predicament, and suddenly having found a new respect for sandwiches, the conversation up top caught her interest. 'Pictures?'

Her attention was quickly diverted when she caught smell of a rotten stench. She glanced above her head and saw a dirty pair of boxers that looked to be about a year old staring back at her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Why did her brother not clean his room?

With a quick flick of her wrist the boxers went soaring away form her. To her utter despair they stopped in plain view. 'Please don't let anyone see. Please don't.' she chanted in her head. She listened quietly and sighed in relief. They hadn't noticed the sudden appearance of dirty undergarments. There was no way she was reaching out there and touching those things again.

She took a quick glance around her and sighed in relief when she saw no more threatening objects. There was only on empty Coke can, a couple of food wrappers, some chewed chewing gum, and a torn up shirt. 'He *really* needs to clean his room!' She mentally screamed. 'Oh great, I'm starting to sound like a mother.'

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Gohan nodded and grabbed some pictures from on top of his desk. He handed them to Trunks and grinned.

"I can't see a damn thing!" Trunks yelled as he looked at the pictures. Instead of seeing Usagi dressed in an extremely short skirt that made his blood boil, he saw a huge ball of light.

Gohan grinned, "You only said I had to take the pictures. You never said anything about them turning out the way you wanted them to."

Trunks glared at the boy. He was right though. "You're a smartass you know that? But you're right. I'll still teach you how to fence." Gohan cheered. Trunks smiled before he shoved the pictures in his pocket and moved to stand. His foot stepped on something. He glanced down and saw a pair of boxers beneath his shoe. But that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the long piece of silver hair that was resting right next to it. 'Found you.'

He jumped to his feet and bent down to look under the bed. Two wide blue eyes stared back at him.

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Should I end it there? That is such a good place to end it.But you have been patient, and patience should be rewarded. Enough with sounding like a Buddha monk. On with the story. Besides, you guys have to read the other half of it.the more interesting half. I'm going to warn this is going to get a little . . . erm... well a little descriptive, and that might not go well with some of you. Gomen, but you're going to have to deal with it. Just a warning in advance. It's NOT a lemon, even if it sounds like one.

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Gohan saw him and had enough time to curse, "Fuck!"

Trunks wasted no time. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled. Usagi whimpered and tried to yank her arm back. The result: almost dislocating her arm. "Trunks, that hurts!"

He wasn't about to let her go so she could run off again. It was time for the chase to end, and for him to claim his prize. With her arm still clutched in one of his hands he used the other one to lift up the bed. When it was high enough, he yanked her out and dropped it.

The crashing sound the bed made echoed across the room. Gohan winced when he heard some of the wood splinter. Trunks thought, 'Well, I guess I did end up breaking it. Oh well.' He had more important things to worry about. One being the girl that was currently trying to pry his had off of her. He only tightened is grip, causing her to whimper. "No more games."

Usagi looked into his eyes and saw nothing but power. She was scared.

"Gohan," Trunks snapped, "Leave." The young half-Saiyajin looked form his sister to his friend and back. "NOW!" Trunks' yell made the two other occupants jump. Gohan glanced at his sister. She nodded, and gave him a little smile telling him that she wasn't mad at him for being discovered. Gohan smiled back, but quickly left the room after catching sight of Trunks' death glare.

Trunks grabbed her other arm and slammed her against one of the bed's posts, nearly making it splinter in two. She whimpered. Did he even know he was hurting her? She dangled a few inches off of the ground, yet he still towered above her. She shrank back in fear.

He stepped closer and grabbed some of her hair. He yanked her head back so it was tilted up toward him. She was breathing hard. There was no escape for her. "I do believe we were in the middle of something earlier, before you rudely left."

When she gulped his smirk grew. She looked at him, he almost looked evil. It was the Saiyajin coming out in him. 'Shit.' "Let me go! Trunks I have a bad feeling about this."

She was still breathing hard. He moved closer, sandwiching her against the post and his body, between a rock and a hard place. He was almost painfully close. "You should."

He yanked on her hair causing her to close her eyes in pain. Her mouth opened ready to scream, but it was muffled by his kiss. In that moment, pure passion was let loose. Kami he needed her. His tongue ravished her mouth, leaving no corner untouched. He pressed closer. He wanted to feel every inch of her. She whimpered in pain. That just served to further fuel the Saiyajin in him.

The image of her standing proudly in her fuku surfaced in his mind. He felt his loins tighten and grow hard.

So did she.

She gasped when she felt the familiar pressure of him against her abdomen. 'Oh Kami.' He hauled her from up against the post and slammed her against the bed. They still hadn't broken the kiss. He needed her. He needed her NOW.

He grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist. He was on top of her and had ripped her shirt from the waistband of her pants. His hands massaged the skin he found underneath.

Usagi had given into her Saiyajin instincts long before, and had stopped fighting. Sudden warmth engulfed her. It was like they were watching the moon together, neither needing any words to express their feelings. It was like that now, only they needed to touch and taste and feel to express their feelings.

She wrapped both of her legs around his waist at his bidding. She could feel his hardness pressed up against her. Her hands had found their way into his lavender locks at some earlier point in time.

Trunks pulled his hands out from under her shirt when he encountered her bra. He wasn't ready to explore that area just yet. He was starting to fiddle with her pant buckle when they finally severed the insanely long kiss.

Usagi leaned back gasping for breath. 'That was one hell of a kiss.' Even though her eyes were open wide everything was hazy. She couldn't make out her surroundings through all of the passion and animal instincts pulsating through her veins. When she felt her pants unzip and Trunks' safe, warm hands tug at her panties everything snapped into focus.

She looked around in confusion. Where was she? Then the answer came crashing down. This was Gohan's room. They were still in Gohan's room.

Trunks was about to rip the stubborn undergarment off when he felt a hand on his chest push him away. "No," a hoarse voice echoed through the room and into his mind. He was confused. No? She was his prize. He had won the chase. She was his!

"Trunks." He looked into her eyes that were still shining and slightly clouded with the insane passion floating between them. "Trunks. Not in my brother's room. Not on my brother's bed." She pleaded with him.

Trunks sat up and looked around. 'This is Gohan's room,' he thought. He closed his eyes and shook his head. She was right. He looked back down at her flushed face and nodded. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Why did she always have to be right? And in situations like this? Every time she was close he felt the Saiyajin inside of him rise up and scream for him to take her there and then. It was hard to fight it, and what's worse was that he didn't want to fight it. He wanted her.

Usagi smiled. Her happiness was short lived however when she caught sight of their position.

Trunks followed her bulging eyes and looked at them. If they hadn't of stopped sooner then he might have taken her. Trunks' tank top had been flung to an unknown corner and his pants were unbuttoned.

Usagi blushed when she saw that her legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist. She lowered them and was met with the rather impressive sight of his package that was still, thankfully, hidden under his gi pants. 'Thank Kami he isn't wearing spandex,' was all so could think. Even though she had never been with Mamoru, she knew he could never hope to compare with the god above her.

Trunks followed her gaze and grinned. He could tell by her blush and how fast she turned her head away that she approved. He looked down at her and found that her hair was loose from its usual buns. It now fanned around her like silver water flowing and tumbling across the bed. Her shirt had been hiked up so high this he could see the upward curve of her bra.

He ran his hand down the silky skin of her flat stomach, tracing little designs as he went. Her pants had been unzipped and savagely yanked down a few inches. Her panties were crooked and a little low, but hadn't exposed anything that would have caused her embarrassment. He traced a red line where the elastic had slapped back on her skin. She was so delicate. If he didn't stop now, he was going to take her there and then regardless of where they were. He gave her disheveled form one last look-over before climbing off of the bed and buttoning up his pants.

Usagi sighed in relief before following his lead. For a minute there she had thought he was going to continue where he left off. After straightening her clothes and hair, she looked Trunks over to make sure he was presentable. Apparently he was returning the favor. She was about to leave when he reached up and traced her lips with his thumb.

She winced in pain. Her eyes grew wide and she glanced to where Gohan's mirror hung on the wall. She looked fine except for her bruised and swollen lips.

Trunks stepped up behind her and lightly nibbled her neck. "Sorry I kissed you so hard," he ran his hand down the curves of her side and grabbed her hip. He tightly pressed her against the length of his body. "I couldn't control myself," he finished in a whisper as he traced the outline of her ear with his tongue. 'And I still can't,' he mentally added.

She shivered. Her eyes closed as she forced her body to not respond to his attempts at arousing her. So far she was losing. Her body betrayed her and she moaned in pleasure and pressed herself hard against him.

Those were just the reactions he wanted. She was now putty in his hands. He had broken her will and forced her body to realize that she wanted him. Badly.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at his reflection in shock. She pulled away from his grasp and whirled around to face him. She glared and he grinned in response. He knew. She pushed him away from her and made a mad dash out of the room. She ran down the hallway, through the living room, down another hallway, and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Trunks stared after her form, 'There's no use in running. The chase has already ended. And I won. You are mine.' Even if it was the Saiyajin in him, he would still claim her. He wanted her. He had won her. She was his.

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Vegeta was the only one in the living room. The women had left to make dessert and Goku and Gohan had followed them into the kitchen, 'like lost puppies,' he ended mentally and scoffed at their weakness. His stomach protested and begged that he follow them, but he gritted his teeth and forced his mind to think of other things. 'I will not be weak like them.' He grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels.

He looked up from the TV and watched a furious Usagi stomp through the room. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed Trunks had walked in with a smirk on his face. Trunks leaned against the wall and sighed in satisfaction.

Vegeta smirked when he saw Trunks lick his lips. The black-haired Saiyajin turned back to flipping though channels. "So how far did you two get?" he asked nonchalantly.

Trunks joined his father on the couch. "I was about to take her."

Vegeta's head snapped around to look at him, "Why didn't you?!"

His son winced and sighed, "We were in Gohan's room."

"So?!" That had to be the dumbest excuse Vegeta had ever heard.

Trunks shrugged but grinned evilly, "I guess she didn't want to traumatize him or something."

Vegeta growled, "So you let a perfect opportunity like that just pass by? I don't give a rat's ass about Kakarotto's other spawn!"

"Not entirely. I broke her and she's furious."

Vegeta chuckled, "Figures." He glanced at his son from the corner of his eye. "It only gets better from here on out."

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Usagi opened the door to her room slowly and cautiously stepped inside. She had a towel wrapped tightly around her body and one around her hair. In her mad dash to the bathroom, her sanctuary, she had forgotten to grab some extra clothes. 'And I'm *not* putting those back on.'

She had come to the decision that she wanted to forget what happened in her brother's room. The first step to doing that is burning the clothes she had been wearing. She turned a lamp on and her towel slipped a notch in surprise.

There was Trunks, lounging away on the nice cozy spot on her bed. He was staring straight at her with that godforsaken smirk of his. The hunger in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, either. She wasn't ready to face him, and the powers that he held over her just yet.

"Get out."

He got up and made his way over to her. "No."

She tensed as he reached up and unwound the towel encasing her hair. It fell to the floor, forgotten, as her wet tresses tumbled down after it. Trunks ran his hand through her now brownish colored hair (AN: She didn't dye it. It's just brown from the water.) while breathing in her clean scent.

"So you realize what you do to me?" Trunks asked her for the second time that day. Her eyes widened. 'Don't ask me that,' she pleased inwardly. That question is what started the chase.

Trunks grinned when she didn't answer. He gently tried to pry the towel from her hand but sighed when she refused to relinquish her hold. "You're being difficult. Stop delaying the inevitable and let me fuck you damn it! Then I'll have claimed you and we'll have been mated and all of this will be over."

She glared up at him. "Leave you hentai before I kick your ass."

Trunks chuckled and whispered airily in her ear, "I'd like to see you try, especially with nothing on but a towel." Usagi's face burned red from anger.

Trunks stood back and hungrily took in the goddess that stood before him. The water from her wet hair had seeped through the white towel forcing it to cling to her every curve and become translucent. He clinched his fists to keep from touching her. "We're in your room now. Care to make another go at it?"

She glared at him, "Leave!"

After etching her image permanently into his memories (right next to the disheveled one of her from earlier) he nonchalantly walked out of her room and closed the door.

Usagi collapsed on the floor trembling violently. She wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to kick the hentai into next week or because she actually enjoyed him looking at her like that. 'Both,' she declared. One thing's for certain, it had taken everything she had to resist his offer. She sighed and got on some "bumming" clothes and walked out of her sanctuary. She wasn't about to give him the pleasure of wearing anything slightly revealing.

She nearly had a heart attack when she found the-man-of-the-hour lounging against the far wall of the hallway staring at her. "I think I liked the towel better," he commented.

"I'll remember to never ask you for fashion tips in the future." She started to walk toward the living room when she noticed that Trunks was following her. "Are you my stalker now or something?"

"Just remember: You said it before I did." He smirked while coming up and wrapping an arm around her waist. Usagi suddenly got hit by a wonderful idea.

She pressed herself against him and moaned like she did in Gohan's room. "Trunks." she whimpered and turned to him. He was stunned by the sudden change of mood. Taking full advantage of this, she pushed him against the wall and stood so close to him that he could feel her curves through the sweatshirt and shorts she had on.

"I need you," she moaned against his neck and raked her hands down his muscular chest. "Now!" She leaned up and stopped when their lips were millimeters away. He was hard. She heard him gulp and smirked when he looked at her with hazy eyes.

She pulled away and quickly walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She left him standing there shocked and shaking. Now it was his turn to deal with it. (AN: You go girl!)

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Vegeta looked up when he saw an extremely pleased Usagi stroll pass him and into the kitchen. His mate, sensing that he was hungry, had brought him some dessert. Goku and Gohan had finished eating and were now sitting on the loveseat talking. They all stopped what they were doing to stare after the blond Saiyajin in curiosity. A moment later, Trunks walked in and collapsed on the couch next to his father. He groaned and held his head in his hands.

"Hey Mirai! Why don't you get some cheesecake? It's *so* good!" came Goku's cheerful voice.

"I'm only hungry for Usagi," he mumbled through his hands. Thankfully, only his father heard him. He needed release and Usagi refused to give it to him. His fingers dug into his scalp. 'This is all her fault!'

Vegeta glanced at him. "What happened?"

Trunks shook his head and mumbled, "She just broke ME!"

Vegeta snickered and turned to look at the confused Goku and Gohan. 'Of course they wouldn't have a clue at what we're talking about.' Goku stood up and looked at Trunks concerned.

"You're broken? Where?"

Vegeta shook his head sadly, "Baka."

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Usagi sat down at the kitchen table with her mother and Bulma. They stopped talking and looked at her smirking face in curiosity.

Bulma smiled while scooting closer. "What?"

Usagi's smirk widened, "Trunks is hook, line, and sinker." The two women squealed and giggled in response.

They continued chatting until Goku's clueless voice made its way to their ears. "You're broken? Where?" They all glanced at each other before slowly making their way to the living room.

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Vegeta sighed, "Of course you two wouldn't understand. You brat," he said while pointing at Gohan, "are too young to know, and you, Kakarotto, are just too stupid."

Goku looked offended for a minute before pouting. "Fine. See if I care about what you two are talking about."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his son. "That's what happens when a woman breaks you. You turn stupid. I broke my woman and look at where we are," he said while puffing up proudly. Before Trunks could respond laughter was heard from behind them.

"What your father isn't telling you is that EVERY man gets 'broken' as you put it. Women call it 'whipped'. Some just hide it better than others. For example," Bulma said while looking at Chichi.

The raven-haired woman stepped forward with a smirk, "Goku sit your lazy ass down and shut up!" Goku's head shot around to stare at her in fear. He gulped before quickly sitting down on the floor, shaking like a leaf. Usagi chuckled at her helpless father.

Bulma stepped forward with a smirk, "Vegeta get down there with him!" The Saiyajin prince crossed his arms and glared at her. "I don't listen to bitchy women."

Bulma smiled sweetly, "Get your lazy ass on the floor or no sex for a month!"

Gohan's eyes widened in horror at the conversation he was hearing. He closed his eyes, put his hands over his ears, and started to quickly walk out of the room chanting about NOT needing to know that and how they were corrupting his innocent mind.

Vegeta gulped and quickly weighed his options, his pride or the couch for an *entire* month. While glaring at his mate, he slowly slid off of the couch and onto the floor to sit next to a trembling Goku. Usagi cracked a smile at the shocked look on Trunks' face.

Both women turned to Usagi and said, "Your turn." Both of her 'mentors' had yelled to achieve their goals. She had a different idea. Usagi walked up to the paralyzed purple-haired Saiyajin and leaned over the back of the couch to wrap her arms around him from behind. She heard him gulp, and nearly started to chuckle.

"Trunks.," she whispered airily in his ear. He shuddered. "Do you want to know a secret?" he nodded slowly, cautious of a trap. She grinned and licked her lips. She was standing so close to him that he felt her tongue graze his ear. He shuddered again. "When I transform I turn completely naked."

His eyes bulged (along with other things *cough*) at the mental images his mind was conjuring up. "The light shields me, but I can always turn it off," she lied. "Maybe, if you be a good boy, I will show you sometime."

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The adults watched, either standing or from the floor, with amusement as she whispered something inaudible in his ear. Before they could comment, Trunks got a huge dopey grin on his face and a strange glint in his eyes. He dramatically sat on the floor but pulled her over the couch and onto his lap. "Well when you put it that way." he trailed off with a dreamy grin.

All if the women laughed and headed for the kitchen. Goku remained on the floor as Vegeta and Trunks climbed back up to the couch. "B-But." he trailed off still on the floor.

Vegeta eyed him with annoyance, "What does your pea mind not understand Kakarotto? We were just been forced by our mates to do something stupid and for no apparent reason."

Goku just scratched his head and looked confused, "So we're not in trouble?" The women laughed even louder before finally retreating to the kitchen.

Vegeta just rolled his eyes and continued to flip through the few million channels on TV. "Dumbass."

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Bulma rounded on Usagi as soon as the kitchen door was closed. "You have got to tell me what you said. Mirai would have begged you to sit on the floor if you asked him to."

Chichi joined in, "Yeah, what's your secret?"

Usagi grinned, "I just told a little white lie."

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A few hours passed with little activity. Finally, when the clock struck one everyone decided to turn in. "Hey why don't you guys stay the night? It's raining outside and it can't be too fun flying home in a storm," Chichi offered while glancing at Bulma and Vegeta. Her look clearly told them that she had a plan.

Goku stepped up with a wide grin. "That's okay. I'll just give you guys a lift," he offered indicating his instant transmission. Chichi's eyes got wide. 'No! He's going to ruin the plan!'

Vegeta caught sight of her alarm and came to the rescue. He crossed his arms and announced in the most arrogant stubborn voice he could muster, "I refuse to have to depend on a low class nothing. I'm staying, and no one is leaving without me."

Chichi shot him a grateful smile. 'Maybe his arrogance is good for something after all.' "Well since you guys are staying we should all turn in. Since we only have three bedrooms in the house, and Gohan's sleeping in his room, I guess Bulma you and Vegeta can have Usagi's room. Oh dear," she paused purposefully gaining everyone's attention.

"Usagi, I guess you and Mirai are just going to have to share the couch."

Bulma grinned. 'Go Chichi!' she mentally cheered.

Vegeta blinked in surprise. 'Who would have thought that the third class nobodies' mate could think up something as good as this?'

"WHAT?!" Usagi jumped to her feet in outrage. "You can't be serious!"

Trunks grinned. Life sure was good when you had all of the adults on your side.

"Is there a problem?" Chichi asked diplomatically.

"Yes, there's a problem! Can't he sleep in Gohan's room or something?"

"But Usa, I think I've had enough of that room for a while. I wouldn't want something to happen in that room that almost happened earlier today." Trunks commented from his seat on the couch. Vegeta chuckled softly. He was the only one, besides the couple, that knew what he was alluding to.

Usagi whirled around and pointed an accusing finger at Trunks, "You stay out of this!"

Chichi sighed, "Usagi that would be too much trouble. Why go through all of that when you both can just sleep out here?"

Usagi felt herself run out of excuses. "Can't I sleep in the bathroom or something?"

Bulma giggled at the thought.

"That would be very rude to your guest," Chichi snapped out.

Usagi looked like she was going to break down and cry. She bit her lip and glared at Trunks. 'This is all his fault.' Just by looking at him she could already feel her self control drifting sway on a one way vacation to the Bahamas. 'Shit!'

"Fine."

Chichi grinned triumphantly. She should have been a lawyer. This was just too good.

Bulma half forced a yawn. "Let's turn in. I'm beat." Everyone nodded in agreement and left the two alone. From his position on the couch, he patted his lap and grinned up at her. She glared.

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The four adults headed deeper into the house. "Goku," Chichi's voice stopped all four of them. "I have to talk to Bulma about something so you go ahead." Goku nodded sleepily and quickly left. He had a feeling that she was still mad from earlier and wasn't about to get in her way when she was in one of her moods.

Chichi turned back to the Briefs and grinned. "You can both congratulate me later."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Whatever, woman." He was about to leave when Bulma grabbed his arm and start to drag him away.

"Oh no, you don't. You get to use those Saiyajin ears you're always bragging about and tell us what they're saying."

"Good idea, Bulma."

Vegeta sat down against the wall. "Fine. Both of you shut up." He grinned when they both did as told. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the conversation going on in the next room.

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"Your mother said that we had to share the couch. And you wouldn't want to be rude to your guest now would you?"

Her eyes narrowed further. "You're sleeping on the floor."

"Am I?"

"Fine. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Are you?"

She glared, 'Kami he can be annoying.' Before she could retort he grabbed her and pulled her down so she was straddling his lap. She blinked. 'How in the hell did he do that?' She tried to get up but he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down hard.

"Let me go!"

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't I'm going to kick your ass into next week."

"Are you?" He couldn't resist anymore. He pushed his hand up her shirt and started to trace her belly button.

"Y-Yes.," she trembled beneath his caresses. Did he know of the power he had over her? She didn't even have to ask. Yes, he knew. And he's using that little fact to his advantage.

"You don't sound too sure of that," he commented and kissed her neck. She let her head fall to his shoulder so he didn't have to crane his neck so far. Her self-control just went bye-bye. She wound her hands around his neck and pressed herself down harder against him. One of her hands started to tug at his shirt. There was this warmth that wanted to consume her from the inside. He nipped a sensitive spot on her shoulder rather painfully before she got her senses back.

"No."

He looked up and growled, "You owe me for leaving your room when I did. I could have taken you, and you wouldn't have had any excuses."

She glared back, "If you hadn't of snuck in there to begin with then you wouldn't have had to kick yourself out." She tried to get up again but Trunks squeezed her hips until she whimpered in pain. He pulled her back down and closer than before.

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Vegeta had been dictating everything he heard up until the silence as Trunks started to kiss her. Bulma started to complain, "Chichi you need to get cameras installed or something. I want to see what they are doing."

The raven-haired woman snapped her fingers and jumped to her feet. "I have an idea." The Briefs couple just watched as she disappeared down a hallway.

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Trunks released his hold and allowed Usagi to jump free when they felt Chichi enter the room. The older woman was carrying a mountain of blankets and pillows. Usagi quickly snatched half of the stack and started to set it up on the floor.

"I just thought that you two would like some type of comfort," Chichi eyed her daughter. "Weren't you supposed to be sleeping on the couch, with Mirai?"

Trunks dumped his pillows and blankets on the floor. "We decided to sleep on the floor. There's more room." Chichi nodded and headed for the kitchen to get something. Trunks quickly grabbed Usagi and bit the side of her neck. He kissed up its length and nibbled her earlobe. He could tell by her shivers that she was enjoying this.

She turned her head away when he tried to kiss her lips. "Don't." He slipped his hand under the blanket that they shared and grabbed her far hip. With a quick pull he pressed her against him. "I'll scream," she threatened in a whisper.

"No you won't." He kissed her nose. "You'll not utter a sound because, whether you like it or not, you're enjoying this."

She glared, "Don't flatter yourself."

He chuckled. He liked it when she was feisty. It was the Saiyajin surfacing in each of them. Besides, he was up for a good challenge.

Chichi walked back through and Trunks saw her wink at him. Oh yes. Having the adults on his side was a good thing. He looked down at the girl pressed against the length of his body. 'Definitely a good thing.'

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Chichi hurried back to her matchmaking comrades. "So?!" Bulma asked while hopping around.

Chichi grinned, "As far as I can tell Mirai has got it under control."

Bulma turned to her husband, "Well?"

He shrugged, "They aren't saying anything, but their ki's have risen a little."

"That's a good thing right?" Bulma questioned the wall.

Chichi nodded anyway, "I guess our work for today is done. Let's turn in." They all nodded and headed for their temporary rooms.

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Trunks had pulled her shirt up and was currently kissing his way down her stomach. Usagi's head was thrown back as she moaned. Her hands were buried in his hair again. When he reached her pants he growled in annoyance and started to undo them for the second time that day.

She blinked and slipped out from under him. He grunted in protest. "I'm kind of thirsty," she said quickly and headed for the kitchen before he could pull her back under him.

Trunks growled in annoyance and ran both of his hands through his hair. That girl could lose her self-control faster than anyone he knew '-but gain it back even faster.' He didn't understand why she kept dodging the inevitable, especially when she was enjoying this as much as he was.

He liked being in control.

She came back in carrying a half empty glass of water and wearing a calm expression.

He growled again. 'Damn her self-control!'

She sat down next to him. He reached up and started to massage one of her thighs. "Trunks can't we wait to get a room?"

He narrowed his eyes, "We are in a room."

"-One where anyone in either of our families could walk in at any second!"

He grinned and moved closer, "Isn't it exciting?"

She glared at him and glanced at the tabletop clock. "Not at two in the morning."

He shrugged. "It's two in the morning. Everyone's asleep. You have nothing to worry about."

She looked at him for a long moment. "Yes, but I don't think that they will sleep through my screams." She knew that's what he wanted. If how rough he's been treating her wasn't a sign then she didn't know what was. He wanted nothing more than for her to scream his name so loud that even the gods would hear it and know of her ecstasy. It was what all Saiyajins wanted.

Trunks pulled her down to lay next to him. "Fine. I'll just have to corner you at my house. Go to sleep," he commanded. He really had been hanging around his father too much lately. Trunks listened as her breathing slowed.

He slipped his hand beneath her shirt and ran it up and down her back, soothingly. He could feel the tender spots, the bruised spots, where he had slammed her against the bed post. He bent down and suckled her neck. 'I'm sorry I'm so rough,' he mentally apologized. 'But you have to learn.' He pulled her tightly against his body.

"You're mine." He whispered into the silence. Usagi stirred and fell back into oblivion.

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Well, it seems like I switched father and son's personalities, huh? I kind of figured that with matchmaking and finally having Usa back would make Vegeta happy. I also figured that since Trunks is jumping through hoops, and doing everything short of raping Usa that he would be a little edgy and rough.

Can you believe that I wrote the last 18 pages last night?! I didn't get ANY sleep. Oh well. Thanks a lot to ills for getting me off my lazy ass. And for all of the reviewers. I hope that this satisfies all of you in length. It my new record of pages for one chapter at 36 pages in length.

Give me feed back! I deserve it with all of the hours I spent on this chapter. Thanks! ( ~Katlin