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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I do not own DB, DBZ, or DB-GT.

If I did, I would be the happiest little otaku in the world! But I'm

not. Sailor Moon is owned by the Queen of Manga / Anime, Naoko. Long

live the Queen! Dragonball in all of its incarnations belong to Akira

Toriyama.

The Saiyan King and the Lunarian Queen

by Rosy the Cat

Chapter Five: Walk like a Saiyan, fight like a Saiyan...FLY like a

Saiyan!

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"C'mon get in the boat: Fishie!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fish-fish!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fishie!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fish-fish!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fishie!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fish-fish!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fishie!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fish-fish!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fishie!"

"C'mon get in the boat: Fish-fish!"

"C'mon ge-"

"DAMN IT ALL TO EVERY HELL THAT EVER WAS; WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?!"

"You're just mad that we're getting it stuck in *your* head now,

Vegeta-kun. I distinctly remember you laughing quite a lot when Veggie-

chan and Radditz-chan were busy getting it stuck in *my* head before we

left on this camping trip." Serenity smirked from her place in the bow

of a good-sized inflatable boat she and the Saiyan prince were in, fishing

lines let out from poles made in the simple manner of large, bendy branches

with clear plastic line tied to one end, hooks secured to the far end of

the line with bait in the form of non-poisonous insects skewered upon their

points.

The hooks' points, that is. Fishing line isn't usually pointy, unless you

consider it when compared with an eye. Then I suppose fishing line can be

dangerous and pointy, in a blunt sort of way...

Ahem...

Aaaaaaaany-way...

Prince and Princess. In puffy inflate-y boat-ness. Singing annoying song

about fish getting in boats. Song which has been driving the Author nuts

all day, because her sadistic...I'll say goober here, because my mother

might eventually get around to reading this...Anyhoot, her sadistic goober

of a little brother got song stuck in her head because he insisted on singing

it recently.

Repeatedly.

Author, in a stroke of bloody-geniusness (AN: No, I'm not British. I just

seem like to use British phrases lately. Last night I plotted a whole rant

for a British character in an upcoming fic that I don't know if it'll ever

get out on the net, and I used Bloody a great deal. I had a case of the

giggles afterwards, and I don't even know what the strict definition of

the word as far as British slang goes. Toodles! =^^;=), decided to use the

annoying fish song to break through the even more annoying writer's block on

this chapter that has been there for over a year. Seriously. Chapter six was

done first!

Gah. Okay, the rant is over. Back to your regularly-scheduled story. Yay! =^_^;=

King Vegeta gave an annoyed snort from his position sitting on a fallen log

fragment in their camp-site a few dozen yards from the banks of the river.

Vegetasai's sun was half-set already, and the only reason why he wasn't off

hunting in the nearby forest was the fact that both of his companions had

been complaining, rather vehemently, regarding their food consumption over

the past week which had been, of course, meat.

As Serenity had put it that afternoon: "I want dinner, I want it to have been

something you don't need an insane amount of strength or heavy artillery to

catch and kill, I want something that I don't consider to be in the slightest

way cute in life, and I want to be able to catch it myself. And it *will* be

cooked!"

So, it had been settled that fish would be on the menu, and Serenity had sent

Vegeta-chan off into the woods to look for any edible herbs and fruits they

could use to supplement and/or enhance the meal.

Normally the Saiyan prince would have complained about having to eat anything

plant-based, as is the way of small (and not so small) children, but even *he*

had been getting sick of eating meat, both charred and raw, for about a week.

After about an hour of gathering, Vegeta-chan had joined his friend in the

inflatable boat, which had been originally packed with the princess in

mind, since she hadn't been able to fly at that point, and, well, rafting

can be fun. And Vegeta-chan hadn't quite mastered the art of flight, which

is understandable, since he *was* only two-and-three-quarters years old.

Really, as far as Serenity was concerned, it was a friggin' miracle that

the boy could walk and speak as well as he could, much less be potty-

trained!

Anyway, to make a long story short(er), a quantity of fish deemed suitable

for filling the small group's culinary needs for the night had been

acquired, and the two singing fisherpersons disembarked their billowy

blown-up boat and set about preparing the fish for consumption.

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The next day...

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'Mu-haha! Sometimes I feel so evil...!'

Serenity cautiously slunk along the tree line of the rather dominating

and ancient forest she and her little group had set up camp in for the

evening the day before. It was rather early, the sun barely peeping over

the horizon and the fading image of Vegetasai's waxing moon also still

in the sky. She was heading back to camp from her brief foray to the

river to wash the sleepies from her face, along with any remaining

traces of the previous night's meal. It was there she had stumbled

upon her latest pranking scheme.

Well, actually, *slipped* upon would have been a better choice of words...

Serenity had had a rather close encounter with an annoyingly hidden

patch of mud, which she had discovered actually took up a large portion

of the riverbank on either side, likely derived by the previous night's

small rainstorm.

In any case, Serenity had found herself cold, wet, and muddy, whereupon

she decided to go whole hog and have the boys join in with her in this

experience.

Hence the feeling evil.

Serenity gingerly maneuvered the double handful of mud she was carrying,

ready to sling at her unsuspecting companions, doing her best to avoid

dripping too much. She really didn't know why this mischievous mood

had hit her, but, well, as carefree and hyper as she'd allowed herself

to be these days, she really hadn't pulled any pranks, something she was

rather known for at home, although that was more in defiance of her

mother's tidy little box of a definition of her life.

Silly Mommy, boxes are for butt-monkeys! ^_^;

Anyway, back to the mud.

My, Mister Mud, how lovely and squishiefull you are!

...Ahem.

Anyway, Serenity had made her way close enough to camp that she could

see the father and son duo sleeping under their little composed-of-branches

lean-to, which they would have done without if it weren't for the

previously-mentioned rain, but far enough away that she felt she could

reasonably beat them to the river, and more mud.

Eee! Squeal of Joy!

Biting slightly upon her tongue, which had inched its way out of her

mouth and just the slightest hint of the tip protruding past her lips,

Serenity tapped into her body's natural reserves of magic, coaxed a small,

slender tendril out of the main mass of power, whispered a minor

levitation spell, and released the ball of mud.

The mud stayed in mid-air, where she held it by sheer will alone until

she gained control of every last threatening drip and drop of watery silt.

Having accomplished that, she directed the airborne muck toward the men's...

boys'...Aw, heck, to the guys' lean-to!

~_~;

A few feet in front of the entrance, Serenity paused, and muttered under

her breath "Separate," whereupon the double-handful became two balls of

mud. Serenity froze in place, worried that either the sound of the mud

pulling apart or her spell might have disturbed either the prince or the

king.

Silence. So far, so good...

A couple more feet the oozing glop floated, pausing upon reaching their

destination over the slumbering duo's heads.

'...You know,' Serenity paused in thought, 'This really isn't very nice

or Princess-like. Rather mean, really.'

Then Serenity recalled just how utterly adorable (in a totally platonic

way! Really!) Vegeta-sama had looked the few times she had seen him

completely and utterly lost and confused by something she had done that

didn't make sense to his warrior's mind.

'...Ah, but it's ever *so* worth it!'

That decided, Serenity spun on her boot-clad heel and tore off running

toward the river, simultaneously releasing her hold on the mud blobs and

letting them fall. She looked back, muttering a spell to enhance her

vision, and saw that ever-so utterly adorable (in a totally platonic way!

Really!) look that she was rather fond of cross Vegeta-sama's face, which

was covered in mud. A second later the look fled from his face as he grabbed

his son, wrenched them both upright, and started tearing after her, the

thought of flying or boosting his speed with ki never occurring to him in

his haste.

Fortunately, that idea *had* occurred to Serenity, and she tapped into her

newly-discovered ki aura and sped up, even as she dispelled her vision

enhancement spell, which had been messing up her depth perception.

Upon reaching her destination Serenity skidded to a halt, barely avoiding

another spill in the mud patch, and absent-mindedly scooped up a few more

mud balls while she awaited her pursuers.

She didn't need to wait long.

As the two Saiyans crested the bank, Serenity allowed the triumphant evil

smirk on her face shift into a grin, and chucked the wet dirt, yelling out

two glorious words:

"MUD FIGHT!!!"

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Later that day...

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Flying back to the Palace, their vacation over and done (may it rest in

peace, as all good vacations should, in the minds of those who were there),

Serenity couldn't shake the down-right perky grin on her face, even as she

picked wind-dried bits of mud out of her golden bangs, having missed them

in the quick clean-up they had made time for before they packed up. This

trip was quite possibly the most fun she had had in an insanely long time.

The only thing that marred the experience was that Serenity had been feeling

a bid odd. Woozy, among other things. She figured that the mud fight must

have tired her out more than she thought. Maybe, however, she just wasn't

ready to be flying so far so soon in her training.

Or maybe...

"There it is!" Vegeta-chan called out over the rushing air, pointing down

at the sprawling geometric amoeba that was Vegetasai's capitol city, the

Palace at its center, the city, nay, the world's, literal nucleus.

Shaking her dizziness off, Serenity slowed down in anticipation of her

landing.

Upon touching down in the main courtyard, servants and attendants already

swarming about, Serenity stumbled a bit, barely catching herself in time

to avoid being knocked over by a rushing guardsman.

Blinking suddenly heavy eyelids, the princess's eyes scanned the crowd

absently for the figure of her friend Anja, who was one and the same as

Setsuna of Pluto, although Serenity still hadn't figured out how that

was possible. Still, a friendly face is always welcome...

'Whoa...dizzy. Nap-nap time...?'

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"Serenity?"

"Rena?"

Serenity, daughter of Queen Tranquility the fifth and King Marcus the

first, Princess of the moon Lunaris, collapsed to the ground as she lost

consciousness, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"MEDIC!!!" bellowed King Vegeta even as he scooped the petite young woman

up into his arms and started racing for the Medical Wing of the Palace.

He wasn't going to lose her!

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Author's Note: FINALLY! I finally finished this chapter!

It's been- oh, kami-sama! -a year or so in the making, and I actually got

chapter six done first.

Dang, but I feel pathetic.

Still, in all fairness, I've also had to contend with school, work, and

other story ideas, which quite a few of you readers seem to like very much,

and thank you kindly! Honestly, I don't know where you people get your

patience!

Dedications: To you, my readers, for sticking with me through thick and

thin, and not complaining (too much) about my lack of progress with this

story, despite the fact that it's my oldest fan fic on the net. It's not

my oldest fan fic *period,* however, because my first fic idea was a

straight Sailor Moon fic that is semi-abandoned, though I might write

it in some distorted form some day far away in the future. Poor baby!

To Lost Fanboy Desolation, who is my ever-faithful tomodachi-kun.

*huggles!* Mm-wah! Go Deso-kun!

Also, to Rhonda-sensei, who still, after all these years, sits and reads

my work. I don't think I would have ever gotten the guts to post anything

without her encouragement that I wasn't the only person who thought my

ideas weren't retarded, so thank you, oh most honorable Sensei and friend,

for yanking my inner writer out for some fresh air and sunshine. Don't ever

let me put her back! I'll have to smack you with an Eeyore plushy if you

do! *waves her gynormous Eeyore stuffed animal that is about two feet tall

at Rhonda!*

To my hosting fellow webmistresses:

lse- I miss Sailor Balls dearly. May many good and Pippin-filled LotR

fics cross your e-mail in-box. And you never answered if you wanted Life

and Times!

Sailor Stephanie- TLWIR rocks. You rock more. 'Nuff said.

Nika- Poor Nika! Your fic section's been so lonely! Hope you enjoy its

new inhabitant! =~_^=

Azuri- Ooh! Lots of pretty blue on your site! Thankies for hosting!

Owner of Crystal Moon Magic- I can't for the life of me remember your

pen name, but thank you for hosting my story! You and Nika have the

distinctions of being the only people who asked me if you could host

Saiyan King. Everybody else I had to go and ask!

Lady Cosmos- Go you! I don't know how you manage updating that massive

archive of yours once a week. I salute you! *salutes!*

FF.net and Media Miner also have this fic, but there's nobody specific

to thank, so thank you to all of you little repair guys that fix glitches

for us cranky writers. Most of us wouldn't have nearly as many readers/

fans/whatever as we do now if it wasn't for you. *huggles!*

To my reviewers:

XZanayu- Yup, *Setsuna* is Anja. Sorry that I didn't hurry, but you can't

rush spiffiness, and my muse seems to have developed a fascination for Harry

Potter.

Lauren/Serena- Been a while, ain't it? Thanks for your silliness. It still

makes me smile (even if you don't like my ever-so-kawaii (cute!) smiley

faces! =^-^;=).

Desolation- Hi-hi! I just had to say thanks again, Deso! 'Tis my right,

duty and privilege to lavish my thanks upon you for being a good sounding

board and friend!

Tiff a.k.a.: smoke and mirriors- I know I thanked you a while back, when

I originally responded to your post on my guestbook, but I just wanted to

reiterate my thanks and gratitude.

Steph-chan- *huggles!* And here's a confetti shower in return, oh She Who

Has Hosted The Longest!

lse-chan- Go iMacs! =^^;= And thanks forever and always for the manip pic.

'Tis currently doing time as my comp, Stuie-chan, 's wallpaper. Yay! And

never mind that you didn't get it to me until after Sailor Balls died

(poor baby-site! I shall miss thee always...), it's the thought that

counts!

Bonkey (Along with his mummy and daddy, Rhonda and Frank)- Your welcome.

Now get off your ego-centric kick, and stop disclaiming Harry Potter as

evil just because he has magic and you don't, and as such you're suffering

from Harry Potter Envy. If you don't, I'll pout. *pouts!*

Again, thank you everybody for your support and affection. I don't know

what I'd do without you!

E-mail me at rosythecat@yahoo.com

-- Rosy the Cat

7-25-03