Okay, so they moved Kenshin? Are they showing old or new episodes? They better put his back on Toonami soon! Well, last night I had trouble falling asleep because I was trying to think of my plans. You may not have realized it, but we're in the home stretch, I'm nearing the end of this fic. (So sad.) Anyway, I'm thinking about a sequel. It would still be about Usagi and Vegeta's relationship, but it would predominantly be about Veggie, and the powers he possess as someone half Saiyan and half Lunarian. I dunno if I'll do it though, at least not for a while. Also, I don't know what fic to do next, I have so many. Maybe I'll have ya'll vote on it.

Usagi fiddled with her hands in her lap, shrinking under all the unwanted the attention she was getting, and distracted by the feeling in her head of Vegeta getting closer and closer. He had realized, of course, that she had blocked him from her mind, and the moment she had let the wall down he had come flying in her direction.

Which meant yet another argument over who got to feel the pain when she transformed.

"So?"

"I don't know where to begin." She sighed, finding she was unable to meet the eyes of any of the inner senshi. She locked her gaze on Haruka instead. The sandy haired woman had always been like an older sister to Usagi, and she was just glad that she, and the other outers were there for her. "When Zeke captured me, he started to pour dark magic into me." She closed her eyes, clenching her fists against the memories, nails biting into the skin of her palms. This time without looking at anyone, she rolled up the sleeve of one arm, exposing the scarred skin. "As you can see, that isn't all he did."

"Oh, Kami, Koneko!" Haruka was pale. None of the others were much better, not even the people who were angry at her. Interestingly, it was Michiru who shot the inners an accusing look, as if to say 'Look at this, this is your fault.'

Self-consciously, Usagi re-covered her arm. "I shut myself away from the pain. It's made me stronger. Anyway, the crystal purified the dark power, and after five years, I managed to use it to escape, with help from the crystal, of course." She smiled bitterly. "I wanted to die in freedom."

"And so you went to another dimension?" Minako prodded, biting her thumbnail.

"Hai. I didn't want to be found by him again, and I, well, I didn't want to go home."

"Understandably." Setsuna sniffed.

"Anyway, when I arrived, the Earth of that dimension was under attack, and I could feel those fighting the enemy dying. I transformed for the first time, defeated the enemy all on my own, and made friends with the Earth's protectors."

"So what made you come back now?" Hotaru asked, the look in her eyes as she gazed upon her princess similar to that of adoration.

"Well." Someone pounded on the door, interrupting her. Usagi sighed. "You should probably get that, he'll get upset if it takes to long and break down the door."

Michiru exchanged glances with Haruka. "He who?" The aqua-haired woman finally asked.

"My husband."

"Koneko, you're MARRIED?!?"

The pounding on the door grew louder and more insistent. "You better hurry, he's trying to be polite. I tried to tell him I'm okay, but he's just so stubborn." The door burst open, spraying those unfortunate enough to be nearby with splinters. "Too late." Usagi groaned, leaping to her feet.

Vegeta's eyes were locked onto her as if he plainly didn't see any of the other people in the room.

"What the hell did you think you were doing, shutting me out?" He roared dangerously.

"You know."

"Damn it, woman, do you think I care??"

"Can we discuss this later?"

Vegeta finally deemed to take notice of the other people in the room, and his lip curled up in a sneer. "These people again? Why not just kill them, you don't like them anymore."

Usagi sighed in exasperation. "Vegeta Badman, you behave yourself!"

"Feh. Who are the others? Wait, nevermind." She felt him shifting through her memories. "I see. What makes these girls worthy?" Vegeta crossed his arms proudly, meeting Haruka's challenging glare unflinchingly. "Well?"

The sandy haired woman barked out a laugh. "I like him, Koneko."

"I usually do. Vegeta, sit down. Please."

"So you met him in the other dimension?" Michiru asked, sounding amused, rather than frightened. Usagi realized the outers had relaxed at Haruka's approval.

Usagi nodded. "I have a son and a stepson, too."

"So, you're happy?"

"Deliriously."

"Good."

"If you were so happy, then why did you come back?" Mamoru challenged. He didn't like Vegeta, Usagi knew. She was actually surprised he found the courage to say that in front of her mate. He could be rather frightening when someone wasn't used to him.

"We went to Vegeta's home planet, and did a Saiyan soul bond. Afterwards, I had this dream that the inners would die if I wasn't there to help them, so I came back." Usagi shrugged. "Also, I want to kill Zeke. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Not at all." Haruka shared a smirk with Vegeta. The two were definitely going to get along.

"Now that that's over with," Rei began standing, "Why the hell didn't you tell us it was you? And don't try to hide behind that Saiyan beast of yours, I want a straight answer."

A low growl sounded in Vegeta's throat.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to." Usagi answered simply, voice cold. "You left me to die. I don't care about your reasons, I thought you were my friends. Do you have any idea what it did to me, thinking no one cared enough to come for me? I almost gave up hope; Dende knows why I didn't. Fate maybe, or pure stubbornness. Who cares, the point is, though I've decided to forgive you, I will never trust you again. We will never be friends again, and the minute I kill Zeke, I'm taking my boys and returning home."

To Be Continued