WARNING:
Well, this is the part where all of you start to really hate me. I seem to
recall reading some of Yu Watase's author's notes in one of my Fushigi
Yuugi graphic novels where she informs her readers that she plans to make
Miaka and Tamahome suffer. Now I'm telling you something similar. I'm going
to do a lot of really evil things, so I'm giving you fair warning now. I'm
trying not to make this trite, so just remember I'm trying to put as many
twists into it as I can. I already have the ending sequence all planned
out, and I'm really happy with it. So, no matter how evil I get, or how
much you think this will be like everything else out there, remember this:
I'm Kit. I do my hardest to put forth original ideas, and hey, I might just
surprise you if you stick around. (I hope. I can never tell if I make
things that are going to happen too obvious or not, because I already knew
what was going to happen…) Anyway, that said…
He stood in the middle of an unfamiliar room, standing on a carped of grass and tile. There was something familiar about it all, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what. After a few moments of inner debate, he decided it looked like the room was a fusion of Earth, Vegetasei, Namek, and Frieza's spaceship.
"You're dreaming, Vegeta." He jumped, turning to face the sound of the familiar voice. As if she had just appeared, Usagi stood near some columns in a section of the strange room he didn't recognize. She wore a white dress, and her golden hair was flowing down all around her. He was surprised to note that her scares were all gone. She grinned, planting her fists on her hips. "It took you long enough to fall asleep. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?"
"You look different." It was all he could say. He couldn't even bring himself to move towards her, all he could do was stare.
"We can look however we want here." She touched the smooth skin of one of her arms and smiled. The smile faded slowly. "I know you're worried about me, Vegeta, but please, don't do anything rash."
"Rash? Rash? They stole my mate!!"
"But I'm fine, Vegeta. For the moment anyway." She took a deep breath. "I'm glad our bond allows us to meet here, because I can't let you inside. Zeke's trying to force me to transform. I don't know why, but I do know that I can't let that happen. I don't want you to worry about me; this will all be so much harder if you do."
"If he's harmed you…" Vegeta let his voice trail off into a growl.
"He can't hurt me again, I won't let him. I know I'm stronger than he is. Here." She touched her chest just over her heart and smiled. "As long as I have you and the boys, I'll never loose hope. Don't come after me, Vegeta. If you were to get hurt, I wouldn't be able to last another day."
"That prissy peacock could never harm the Prince of all Saiyans."
"In a battle where one combatant is using magic, and the other is using chi, whoever strikes first is the winner. I don't want you to risk it. Promise me you won't."
"I won't promise you anything."
"I didn't think you would, but I know you'll try to honor my wishes, right? Because you love me." She smiled. "I have to go now, stay safe. And keep the boys safe; don't let them be sad. The minute Zeke drops his guard, I'm coming home."
How can he be sleeping at a time like this?" Mamoru spat in disgust, glaring at the man who sat on the couch, head pillowed against an armrest, sound asleep. He wouldn't dare make such a comment had the man been awake, but couldn't pass up on the opportunity now. "Look at him! His wife's been captured and he's taking a nap!"
"He'll need his strength if he's going to help us get her back." Haruka snapped, eyes flashing. "You can't accuse him of not caring when you didn't even want to save her eight years ago!"
"I had my reasons!"
"Hypocrite."
"Calm down you two," Michiru soothed as Mamoru leapt to his feet. "This isn't going to help anything. We have better enemies to fight than each other." She glanced at the sleeping Vegeta and frowned. "I'm going to get him a blanket." She decided, rising and going to the hallway.
"You're lucky your girlfriend stopped us, or you'd be crying for an ambulance about now." Mamoru sneered quietly, sitting back down.
Haruka raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Well, at least my girlfriend didn't choose a Saiyan over me." She countered, just as quietly. Neither wanted to anger the senshi of the seas, both knew that as a bad idea.
Ami rolled her eyes and continued to tap away on her mini computer. "The tracking device on Usagi's communicator still works. I can use it to discern where she is being held. That being done, There is a chance I will be able to find out about the place's security in order to more thoroughly plan our rescue."
"Funny how they're so eager to save her this time, ne, Setsuna-mama?" Hotaru whispered loudly.
Rei frowned at her, but didn't say anything. She still insisted that they had done the right thing before, but she hadn't raised an objection when it had just been assumed that she would be rescued this time. There was guilt in her eyes.
"Who's going to tell her sons?" Minako asked quietly, staring at the phone she had just hung up after calling for a babysitter for her daughter. Vegeta insisted Trunks and Veggie were fine home alone, but the boys still hadn't been informed yet.
Michiru returned with a blanket, shooting a cursing Makoto a stern look before unfolding the blanket and bending to drape it over the sleeping Saiyan prince.
His glittering obsidian eyes shot open and he grabbed her wrist, glaring at her so fiercely she gasped. After a few moments, he released her and sat up a little more, challenging anyone to make a comment about his little nap. "My mate says she is doing well." He announced. "She would like to handle her escape on her own, so I will not participate until my hand is forced."
"Huh?"
"What?"
"So now you don't want to rescue her?"
He glared. "Fools. I didn't say I don't want to, I said she doesn't want me to. I'm leaving now, try not to harm yourselves. I know very well how inept you are. Stay away from sharp objects."
Three days.
She was doing fairly well keeping track of her time this time. She had been there three days. Strangely, she hadn't been put into a cell this time, but a nice, richly decorated room. She was fastened to the bedpost by one wrist with a long chain, but she had considerably more freedom this time. It would have been so easy to escape, had not Zeke set a guard waiting for her transformation. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she was sure that something horrible would happen if she were to transform in that place.
So she waited. Zeke was bound to grow careless sometime, and she hadn't been hurt yet. Besides, every night she could meet with Vegeta and talk or kiss or do something else. Her captivity wasn't that hard this time, and she intended to defy Zeke until the day one of them died.
She hadn't even been harmed yet. She had woken up in the room, unharmed. Zeke had come to try to persuade her to transform, and then had left. He came every day, but was strangely calm when she told him to do rude things to a porcupine and refused to take her other form. He had had her examined by a doctor her first night there, and aside from being embarrassing, the visit hadn't been harmful.
What was he planning?
Her clock showed four o'clock when her door opened and the pale haired man walked in, same as he did every day. Today he wore a strange, triumphant smile.
"Good day, my dear. Feeling well? I see you didn't get sick today." He greeted.
She smiled and showed him how flexible her middle finder was.
Zeke laughed, sitting in a chair in a corner of the room just out of her reach. "Yes, still as feisty as ever. And I take it you still do not wish to accept my offer of improving your form?"
Still smiling, she politely told him where he could put his offer.
"Oh, no. I don't believe that would be a good idea at all. Let's try to be civil, shall we, my dear tenshi? Words like that are so unladylike. You see, today I am here because I have finally figured you out. All that spirit, well, it simply needs to be broken. And we know pain doesn't do that. Nor solitude, nor generosity. Not with you; that's what makes you special."
Usagi agreed, then told him to go somewhere very hot.
He merely laughed again. She didn't even seem to be annoying him today! "Dear, dear tenshi. I have received some rather surprising news recently. I thought your magical energy was fluctuating strangely, so I had you thoroughly examined by one of my physicians, and you'd never guess what he told me. It seems that you, my dear, are going to have a child. A joyous occasion, usually. I'm positive you would be a wonderful mother, however," His smile grew as three men in strange uniforms walked into the room. He stood, tossing a long strand of hair over his shoulder. "However, I fear the child will not come to full term."
To Be Continued I told you I was evil. (Winces) Don't hate me forever, just for a little while.
He stood in the middle of an unfamiliar room, standing on a carped of grass and tile. There was something familiar about it all, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what. After a few moments of inner debate, he decided it looked like the room was a fusion of Earth, Vegetasei, Namek, and Frieza's spaceship.
"You're dreaming, Vegeta." He jumped, turning to face the sound of the familiar voice. As if she had just appeared, Usagi stood near some columns in a section of the strange room he didn't recognize. She wore a white dress, and her golden hair was flowing down all around her. He was surprised to note that her scares were all gone. She grinned, planting her fists on her hips. "It took you long enough to fall asleep. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?"
"You look different." It was all he could say. He couldn't even bring himself to move towards her, all he could do was stare.
"We can look however we want here." She touched the smooth skin of one of her arms and smiled. The smile faded slowly. "I know you're worried about me, Vegeta, but please, don't do anything rash."
"Rash? Rash? They stole my mate!!"
"But I'm fine, Vegeta. For the moment anyway." She took a deep breath. "I'm glad our bond allows us to meet here, because I can't let you inside. Zeke's trying to force me to transform. I don't know why, but I do know that I can't let that happen. I don't want you to worry about me; this will all be so much harder if you do."
"If he's harmed you…" Vegeta let his voice trail off into a growl.
"He can't hurt me again, I won't let him. I know I'm stronger than he is. Here." She touched her chest just over her heart and smiled. "As long as I have you and the boys, I'll never loose hope. Don't come after me, Vegeta. If you were to get hurt, I wouldn't be able to last another day."
"That prissy peacock could never harm the Prince of all Saiyans."
"In a battle where one combatant is using magic, and the other is using chi, whoever strikes first is the winner. I don't want you to risk it. Promise me you won't."
"I won't promise you anything."
"I didn't think you would, but I know you'll try to honor my wishes, right? Because you love me." She smiled. "I have to go now, stay safe. And keep the boys safe; don't let them be sad. The minute Zeke drops his guard, I'm coming home."
How can he be sleeping at a time like this?" Mamoru spat in disgust, glaring at the man who sat on the couch, head pillowed against an armrest, sound asleep. He wouldn't dare make such a comment had the man been awake, but couldn't pass up on the opportunity now. "Look at him! His wife's been captured and he's taking a nap!"
"He'll need his strength if he's going to help us get her back." Haruka snapped, eyes flashing. "You can't accuse him of not caring when you didn't even want to save her eight years ago!"
"I had my reasons!"
"Hypocrite."
"Calm down you two," Michiru soothed as Mamoru leapt to his feet. "This isn't going to help anything. We have better enemies to fight than each other." She glanced at the sleeping Vegeta and frowned. "I'm going to get him a blanket." She decided, rising and going to the hallway.
"You're lucky your girlfriend stopped us, or you'd be crying for an ambulance about now." Mamoru sneered quietly, sitting back down.
Haruka raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Well, at least my girlfriend didn't choose a Saiyan over me." She countered, just as quietly. Neither wanted to anger the senshi of the seas, both knew that as a bad idea.
Ami rolled her eyes and continued to tap away on her mini computer. "The tracking device on Usagi's communicator still works. I can use it to discern where she is being held. That being done, There is a chance I will be able to find out about the place's security in order to more thoroughly plan our rescue."
"Funny how they're so eager to save her this time, ne, Setsuna-mama?" Hotaru whispered loudly.
Rei frowned at her, but didn't say anything. She still insisted that they had done the right thing before, but she hadn't raised an objection when it had just been assumed that she would be rescued this time. There was guilt in her eyes.
"Who's going to tell her sons?" Minako asked quietly, staring at the phone she had just hung up after calling for a babysitter for her daughter. Vegeta insisted Trunks and Veggie were fine home alone, but the boys still hadn't been informed yet.
Michiru returned with a blanket, shooting a cursing Makoto a stern look before unfolding the blanket and bending to drape it over the sleeping Saiyan prince.
His glittering obsidian eyes shot open and he grabbed her wrist, glaring at her so fiercely she gasped. After a few moments, he released her and sat up a little more, challenging anyone to make a comment about his little nap. "My mate says she is doing well." He announced. "She would like to handle her escape on her own, so I will not participate until my hand is forced."
"Huh?"
"What?"
"So now you don't want to rescue her?"
He glared. "Fools. I didn't say I don't want to, I said she doesn't want me to. I'm leaving now, try not to harm yourselves. I know very well how inept you are. Stay away from sharp objects."
Three days.
She was doing fairly well keeping track of her time this time. She had been there three days. Strangely, she hadn't been put into a cell this time, but a nice, richly decorated room. She was fastened to the bedpost by one wrist with a long chain, but she had considerably more freedom this time. It would have been so easy to escape, had not Zeke set a guard waiting for her transformation. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she was sure that something horrible would happen if she were to transform in that place.
So she waited. Zeke was bound to grow careless sometime, and she hadn't been hurt yet. Besides, every night she could meet with Vegeta and talk or kiss or do something else. Her captivity wasn't that hard this time, and she intended to defy Zeke until the day one of them died.
She hadn't even been harmed yet. She had woken up in the room, unharmed. Zeke had come to try to persuade her to transform, and then had left. He came every day, but was strangely calm when she told him to do rude things to a porcupine and refused to take her other form. He had had her examined by a doctor her first night there, and aside from being embarrassing, the visit hadn't been harmful.
What was he planning?
Her clock showed four o'clock when her door opened and the pale haired man walked in, same as he did every day. Today he wore a strange, triumphant smile.
"Good day, my dear. Feeling well? I see you didn't get sick today." He greeted.
She smiled and showed him how flexible her middle finder was.
Zeke laughed, sitting in a chair in a corner of the room just out of her reach. "Yes, still as feisty as ever. And I take it you still do not wish to accept my offer of improving your form?"
Still smiling, she politely told him where he could put his offer.
"Oh, no. I don't believe that would be a good idea at all. Let's try to be civil, shall we, my dear tenshi? Words like that are so unladylike. You see, today I am here because I have finally figured you out. All that spirit, well, it simply needs to be broken. And we know pain doesn't do that. Nor solitude, nor generosity. Not with you; that's what makes you special."
Usagi agreed, then told him to go somewhere very hot.
He merely laughed again. She didn't even seem to be annoying him today! "Dear, dear tenshi. I have received some rather surprising news recently. I thought your magical energy was fluctuating strangely, so I had you thoroughly examined by one of my physicians, and you'd never guess what he told me. It seems that you, my dear, are going to have a child. A joyous occasion, usually. I'm positive you would be a wonderful mother, however," His smile grew as three men in strange uniforms walked into the room. He stood, tossing a long strand of hair over his shoulder. "However, I fear the child will not come to full term."
To Be Continued I told you I was evil. (Winces) Don't hate me forever, just for a little while.
