All right, sorry the last chappie sucked. (At least, I think it did, I haven't read my reviews yet.) Anyway, I should have warned you that it was a transition chapter, but I didn't think about it. Not real interesting, just a quick retelling, but I needed it. I hate those things. Anyway, on with the fic. Oh, and as for Veggie, he's around a year old. They can kind of walk and talk a little around there, right? It's been seven years since my youngest brother was a baby, so I'm not sure. Therefor, I have no exact age for Veggie at this time. =P

Usagi opened her eyes slowly, blinking up at the person who had gently touched her wrist.

"Are you okay, Usa-momma?" Trunks asked, brow knotted with concern. He was a pretty mature boy for his age. "You don't usually take naps in the middle of the day."

"Fine, baby. Just tired. All that fighting, you know? I'm not used to it anymore." Usagi sat up and stretched, neck slightly sore from sleeping on the couch. "Is there something you needed?"

"Not really, I was just worried. Sorry I woke you up." The young boy hesitated, hand still on Usagi's arm. "Are you gonna' go fight that guy soon?"

"Hopefully."

He nodded, biting his bottom lip. "Well I..I just want you to be careful, Usa-momma. I know you're really strong, but I have a bad feeling, and you can't leave us, because you're dad's tenshi, and if he ever lost you it'd ruin him and I don't want you to die!" The last was a wail, as he threw himself against her in a hug.

"I'm not going to die, Trunks." Usagi assured him gently, hugging him back.

"I know," He sniffled, "I just can't stop thinking about it!"

"Mommy, why Tru-chan cry?" A small voice asked.

Trunks pulled away, swiping at tears, and offered his baby brother a forced smile. "I'm not crying, Veggie. Men don't cry, just babies."

The little boy standing in the living room doorway accepted that, and walked into the room a bit unsteadily, dragging the Saiyan armor they had bought for him back on Vegetasei. "Mommy, dress Veggie, onna!" He commanded sternly, holding up the fighting suit. For a moment, Usagi was taken aback, then she caught her son glancing back at the hallway just as a very familiar face ducked out of sight.

"Vegeta, are you teaching our son vocabulary again?" She called.

His face appeared again, wearing an innocent expression that made Trunks break into laughter. "No." He answered quickly before ducking away again.

Usagi sighed, making a funny face at her son, who giggled as she raised his hands above his head to slip on the body suit.

"What onna mean, mommy?" Veggie asked, fingers in his mouth, as he watched his mother carefully strap on his armor.

"It means female, but you shouldn't call women that, because it's offensive. Not nice. You should say please and thank you and be polite. Here, give me your foot for the boot."

"Daddy say Veggie say it."

Usagi touched her forehead to Veggie's. "Let's make a deal. Whatever your father tells you to do or say, you come and ask me if it's all right first, okay? You don't want his manners, right?"

"Not want manners." He agreed, grinning.

"Good boy."

"Onna, what are you telling the brat?" Vegeta called, face again appearing from the hallway and his hiding place. "Don't tell him that!"

"Onna! Onna! Onna!" Veggie squealed, running to his father.

Usagi sighed and offered them a defeated smile. "More training?" She asked instead of saying what she wanted to. Sacrifices had to be made for the people one loves, after all.

"Hn."

"Hn." Veggie repeated, crossing his arms to copy Vegeta's stance.

Vegeta smirked proudly, and Usagi felt his fondness for their child. She smiled, and got up, going to kiss him and ignoring some slight nausea. "You boys have fun." She commanded, kneeling down to hug Trunks and Veggie. When she rose, Vegeta was frowning at her.

"You are not feeling well."

"It's nothing. Go on now, before I kick you out." She kissed him again, and shooed her three "boys" to the door, closing it on them, and leaning against it. Her hand strayed down to the stomach that was still protesting the breakfast she had fed it, and she smiled slightly.

She jumped at the all too familiar beep of a communicator. Minako had given her a new one after finding out she was Tenshi. She was the only inner senshi who wasn't completely angry at her. At least Usagi had succeeded in uniting the senshi once again. Her only concern was how long it would last once she left.

When she arrived at the scene of the battle, it seemed no different from any other. This kedamono was no stronger than usual. The outers were there, so why had she been called? They didn't need her power for something so small.

Then she spotted them. Sabine and Mal, Zeke's most prized Kedamono.

"What's going on?" She asked Tuxedo Kamen, the fighter closest to her.

He spared a moment to frown at her, then motioned toward Sabine and Mal with his chin. "They keep deflecting any attacks we throw at the youma."

"Has anyone been hurt yet?"

"No one, not even a civilian."

"What are they doing here then?" Usagi asked quietly. There was no answer, Tuxedo Kamen had moved forward to attack the beast again. She frowned thoughtfully, stepping forward. She pulled a few feathers from her wings, feeling new ones slide into place as the ones in her hands became hard and sharp. She pretended to be aiming for the kedamono, but threw them at Mal, who she hated almost as much as Zeke. Caught unaware, he was hit, the feathers sinking into his shoulder as he cried out in pain. She reached for more feathers-

"Tenshi, look out!"

She spun, gasping as a sphere of black energy engulfed her. It was hard to breathe. She realized after several seconds of frenzied panic, trying to get out, that it was slowly draining her power. As the agony of loosing her transformation came upon her, a tall, pale haired man stepped out from an alleyway, smiling in triumph. He winked and gave her a small wave as, horrified, she fell to her knees, staring at him in disbelief.

Not again!

Not again!

Black lightenings began to form in Zeke's hand. As he sent them streaking to her dark bubble, Usagi felt dread deeper than anything she had ever felt before. She opened her mouth to scream just as it struck. Pain raked through her body, and all grew dark.

To Be Continued (Evil laughter from Kit-chan) Oh my, what have I done?