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Goku and Usagi seemed to have reached an understanding of sorts, although the hard feelings haven't totally disappeared on both sides. They are both still very wary of one another, both thinking that other is only out for betrayal. Both want things back to the way things were before any of this happened, but both don't know how to get it to that point. There have been some hard words said, mostly by the parental side, words and statements that will be hard to overcome. But, Usagi knows, with time and proof that her parents truly love her, things will return to normal. She wouldn't hold this against them forever. For some reason, she had a feeling that what she and her parents remember happening is all very true. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it had to have been true. Her parents wouldn't ever just up and act like this. Goku, too, felt that something strange was going on.
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Goku stood up and gently placed his hand on Usagi's back. Things were finally starting to settle between the two of them. At least now he wouldn't have to be so mean to her, something he hated to do with all his heart. Now he understood that Usagi truly didn't remember what she had done yesterday, if she had even really done it. It still couldn't understand why Usagi remembered one thing, and everyone else remembered another. Everyone had felt her fighting with him, so he knew it wasn't just in his imagination. But what could have caused this then?
Walking up to Piccolo's, Goku glanced down at his daughter. She was still crying, but who could blame her? He had put her through such grief. He wouldn't hold it against her if she never wanted to talk to him again. Now he deserved to be put through the same kind of pain he had put her through, although, she had made him think she hated him. But it didn't matter. His actions were uncalled for. And now, with an unclouded mind, he could see that. "Usagi... I'm sorry I thought you stole the broach. It's just, with everything happening I guess I got a little carried away, but you really had me thinking you were going to lash out."
Usagi said nothing, but her heart was screaming for joy. Finally, some sense was being made of this entire situation. "But I didn't..."
Goku shushed his daughter once again. "I know, I know." He frowned as he looked straight forward. He couldn't understand why she wouldn't remember her little outburst. Everyone knew about it, well, all except for her, that is. But it wasn't like he didn't believe her anymore. Something HAD to have happened. He knew she was sincere, if not for the look in her eyes, but by sensing her strong feelings. He truly believed her that she didn't know what he was talking about, and that's what worried him most.
Usagi continued to look forward. She made sure to keep a small distance between herself and her father from then on. Even though he was proving to be nice again, she STILL wanted to make sure he wasn't just putting her on. "I'm sorry."
Goku looked down at his daughter, half in confusion over her reply. "For what?"
Usagi, too, looked up to face her father. "For not remembering." She knew exactly why she didn't remember. She knew for what reason why Tatsuo had attacked her, and if she could only tell her father, he would understand to. Tatsuo was the blue creature who had attacked her the other day, he had to be. But something still didn't make sense. Her broach was missing after she had been attacked, whereas before, she had had it on her person. Then her father had somehow gotten a hold of it. How? He had just told her that he took it from her, but how could he have if she were knocked out. Tatsuo must have stolen it from her. But still, how could her father have gotten his hands on it if that had happened? She knew her side of the story was true, but then...
Without going any further, Usagi stopped short of all her thoughts. The Saiyan duo had reached Piccolo's house, and was now ready to enter. Usagi had a million things running through her head, things she wanted to ask her father, things she wanted to point out to him. But she couldn't. She would have to wait until this meeting was over. And to tell the truth, she was a little worried that Piccolo would in fact know something about the broach. As her father pointed out, he was, after all, former God of the Earth. He of all people would know something about the Silver Millennium Moon Kingdom. Her father would surely find out who she was, and what she had been keeping from him. But then again, wasn't that what she wanted in the first place? She had wanted to tell her parents from the start that she was Sailor Moon, that she was a Princess. But it had been her promise to Luna that had kept her from spilling it. If her father found out from Piccolo, it wouldn't matter. At least SHE wouldn't have been the one to say anything.
Goku was still thinking of how Usagi had just apologized for not remembering. Once again, he found himself down on one knee before his daughter. "Usagi, don't be upset that you don't remember, ok? Something must have happened. Alright?"
Usagi frowned. "You're still talking like I really did it though."
Goku sighed. "What else can I do? None of this adds up according to your story. You were the one who fought me, I know it. It was YOU. I'm willing to drop that, now that you've forgotten."
Usagi pulled away from her father even further. "Daddy, that's not fair. You're acting like I have a disability. I know what I remember! I DIDN'T attack you! I didn't even come home until after you knocked me out."
Goku stood up with a frown of his own. "Then how do you explain the fact that I have your broach."
Usagi found herself wordless. She really had no idea how that could have happened, nor did she have any sort of explanation as to why. But she did know one thing, she wasn't wanting to get into this right now. "Maybe Tatsuo... I mean the little blue guy did something to your head to make you THINK I was there. Maybe he had some sort of chemical or something."
Goku crossed his arms. That didn't seem all that far fetched. In all his time of dealing with forces of evil he was ready to expect almost anything. "True, but how do we know he didn't do something with your head?"
Again, Usagi was unable to find the words to answer. She hadn't thought of that before. Tatsuo had some pretty good tricks up his sleeve. The first, he was smart enough to evaluate his enemies before he actually attacked. Maybe after he had knocked her out he did something to her head, as her father had just suggested. But that still wouldn't make sense. She distinctly remembered finding herself in a trash bin by the bar in the alley. 'That couldn't have happened...'
Goku, thinking of what he just said, had also started thinking the same things that his daughter had. It sounded quite plausible to him, and would explain a few things. "Maybe that's why you went ballistic there for a while. Maybe he had you under some kind of trance that made you think you hated us."
Usagi shrugged. She wasn't sure about that, but how could she be? She had, after all, been knocked out. And her father DID have her broach, which he only could have gotten from her, or Tatsuo. "But..."
Goku nodded. "I know. He could have done the same to us too, but you see, OTHERS, such as Vejita, your brother, and most likely everyone else who can sense power levels FELT us fighting. Dende watched it from the lookout. That's the only problem with US being tinkered with. He couldn't have done it to all of us just to make you look bad."
Usagi shook her head. "I guess not, but I still don't think he did that anyway." She looked down to the ground in wonder. 'But then, how did daddy get my broach without me being there?'
Goku shrugged. "Suit yourself. All we're doing is coming up with possible theories here, we're not making any final decisions."
Usagi nodded. "I know." She looked up at the door. She could see her father's hand reaching out to knock on it. "Daddy...?" Goku paused his movements and turned back to the girl. Usagi looked up. "If I DID really do all that stuff you said I did, I'm sorry."
Goku smiled as he rubbed her head. "Don't worry about it. All I care about is that you're ok, and that YOU don't hate ME."
Usagi let out a soft giggle as she moved closer to her father. "I don't hate you." She whispered.
Goku said nothing in reply as he reached out and knocked on the door of Piccolo's home. He didn't want to risk getting into a near fight again. He knew things still weren't completely back to normal, and they wouldn't be until they found out what really happened, and who knows if they ever would.
The two stood there, silent, until the door opened ever so slowly. Both Saiyans perked up at the movement, both preparing themselves for the truth to be revealed.
Piccolo took one look at Goku and said nothing. He then proceeded to glare down at the child at his side with more hate than ever before. Both Goku and Usagi were certain as to why. It was fairly obvious that everyone would think poorly of her now. Piccolo quickly shot his attention back up to the girl's father, still with a glare. "Why'd you bring the kid?" He asked rather harshly.
Goku sighed as he dropped his head as if he had taken Piccolo's words as a personal attack. "We all need to talk."
Piccolo's glare turned into a cold-hearted frown. "Damn straight we do! What's up with the kid attacking Mamoru at full power?! Aren't you the ones always complaining about HIM?!" He turned back down to Usagi, who was staring back at him with a confused frown. "You! You're just lucky you have your father to protect you!"
Usagi jumped back at Piccolo's snap. She wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about, but she had a pretty good idea that it was just another thing that everyone remembered her doing. Maybe she really had been messed with in the head. It was the only logical explanation for all of this. Especially how her father had the broach. She didn't remember it, but everyone else sure did. "What are you talking about?"
Goku brought his attention back down to his daughter. "You fought Mamoru yesterday after school before coming home."
"She didn't just fight him, she completely went against what she's always complaining about!" Piccolo grabbed Usagi by the arm and made her look him in the eyes. "Don't bitch about others' faults and make them completely change unless you're willing to act the same!"
Usagi turned up to her father with a shocked expression on her face, completely ignoring Piccolo. "What?!" She didn't even begin to fathom what Piccolo was ranting about this time.
Goku slapped his forehead with a groan. "You fought Mamoru at full power."
Usagi gasped. "I would NEVER!" She yelled.
Piccolo yanked Usagi's attention back. "You did! All we've listened to ever since you two met was how unfair Mamoru is, and how you wish he'd be a fighter of good instead of evil and blah, blah, blah. All your whining we put up with and how that he's changed you turn into a hypocrite."
Usagi frowned as she pulled her arm away from Piccolo's grasp, though she did it gently. Closing her eyes like a prissy little lady and brushing herself off, she turned her head to the side. "Well I'm sorry I just don't remember doing such a thing..." Usagi frowned as she opened her eyes and turned back to face Piccolo while crossing her arms. Her mood was suddenly more abrupt than before. "Probably because I wouldn't do something that stupid!"
"Yeah, whatever, I don't even care. Just make sure you don't complain when you get what's coming to you."
Goku frowned as he glared at Piccolo. "She doesn't remember what happened, Piccolo. I'm not so sure we should be yelling at her."
Usagi grinned up at the jolly green giant. "Yeah." She taunted as she stuck out her tongue. "I was attacked and something happened, so don't yell at me!"
Goku sighed. "We don't know that for sure, Usagi. It's only a theory, remember that."
Usagi dropped her smirk. "Fine." She continued to glare up at Piccolo with a grin, though now for a different reason. Without her father even knowing her actions, she latched onto the green man's arm. "So, Piccolo, daddy has a question for you." Putting aside all that had previously happened, Usagi happily turned up to her father as if to beg him to ask. She knew exactly what she was doing by speeding things along. She wanted her father to find out about her other identity. She wanted to be able to tell him everything. It was that stupid promise that was holding her up. But, if her father found out by other means all would be solved.
Shocked, Goku stared at his daughter in confusion. Why was she all of a sudden so eager to do this? Then it hit him. She had never said that she didn't want to tell him, she had always insisted that she couldn't. And whenever she said THAT, her voice had always sounded sad, like it was hurting her to not tell him. He didn't know what she was up to, but he all of a sudden got the picture that she wanted him to know.
Reaching into his pocket, he stared back up at Piccolo. "Do you know anything about lockets?" He asked as he pulled out Usagi's broach. He held it out for his fellow fighter to get a good look at. "I have a hunch that this holds some sort of power since the guy who attacked Usagi the other day came back looking for it. But..." He started, diverting his attention down to his daughter, "Usagi won't tell me."
Usagi just shrugged with a smile of joy. Finally, Piccolo would know what kind of power it held and her burdensome secret would be released. She would be free once again. "Sorry. My lips are sealed."
Goku grinned. "Sure." He looked back up at Piccolo, who had just taken the item out of his hand.
Piccolo ran his fingers over the top of the broach, his eyes glowing with wonder. "Where'd you get this." He asked, looking up at Usagi.
Hearing that caused Goku to become half excited. Piccolo's voice had a certain quality to it that told of his knowledge. Usagi too found herself becoming excited. "Can't say."
Piccolo frowned as he stared back down at the small item at hand. "I know I've seen this before, but I don't know from where. I know it has some sort of power, but I'm not even sure of what that could be either." He flipped it around and pressed a small button on the edge, which should have opened it, but it didn't. The broach remained closed. "Every God keeps record of what happens in Earth's history during his term of service. This way, we all know basically what's happened in the past. Needless to say my term has had the most written in it, but I do remember reading once about a fight taking place here, and somewhere else in space. I couldn't make it out, really, most of it destroyed. But I do remember seeing a picture of this."
Goku wasn't too shocked by hearing that. He had expected something like that to be said. "When was it dated?"
Piccolo shrugged. "I have no idea, fairly old. Maybe a thousand or so years old."
"Wow! THAT old!? Dende thought maybe a few hundred, but no a thousand..." He looked down at his daughter again. Now more than ever he wondered what it was. "Come on Usagi, can't you just tell us?"
Usagi shook her head. She wasn't all completely happy about the way things had turned out. She had expected Piccolo to know everything about it, to be able to tell her father exactly what it was, and why she had it. "I can't, daddy. I really can't."
Goku sighed. He would have to leave it at that. It was obvious that she wouldn't tell him, no matter what. "Alright."
Piccolo studied to broach even further. He wished he had more knowledge, but that was all he knew. "I can try to find the information again, though I'm betting they were completely destroyed when my lookout was destroyed the first time, when Garlic Jr. was destroyed."
Goku frowned. "That's probably why Dende didn't know about it when I asked him."
Piccolo nodded. "Most likely. I'm betting everything I documented was destroyed when Buu showed up and destroyed the place again. Now there's nothing left."
Usagi; "Not true, we can't forget the Guardian of Time. She knows everything. She knows everything that happened on Earth."
It was at that moment that the front door opened and in popped two teenagers by the name of Haruka and Mamoru. Both burst into the room in a fit of laughter, only to become quiet at the sight of Usagi. Haruka had been told of what Usagi had done, but she didn't need words to know. She too could feel everything that had happened. After all that crap that Usagi had put them through, she turns around and does this. "YOU!"
Mamoru raised his power level and jumped into a fighting stance. "Come on! Let's go! BRAT!" Usagi didn't nothing but keep her normal stance and scowl at the two, which only worked to anger them even further. "Payback's mine!" He pulled his upper arms back and held them close to his ribs. He would enjoy kicking the crap out of Usagi. He had felt Goku do the same the day before and was certain Goku would let him have a whap at her. Well, maybe not of his own will, but Mamoru WOULD Have his revenge.
Usagi did nothing but hold her ground. At least this time, she had the upper hand of knowing what was going on before any of this happened. Had she and her father not come to some sort of understanding she was certain she would have gone insane by now. Piccolo AND Mamoru seemed to be against her all of a sudden, and she could tell that Piccolo didn't buy the excuse that she didn't remember anything as a reason not to yell at her. But what did she care? It wasn't her problem. "I'm not doing anything but standing here."
Mamoru frowned as he clenched his fists. "You can't say no. I've already decided for you. I want an even, fair payback."
Haruka chuckled. "Maybe she's scared... little chicken-wuss."
Mamoru grinned. "Don't you mean MONKEY-Wuss?"
Haruka deviously smirked. "Oh, of course! How could I forget? MONKEY!" With an evil laughter, Haruka looked down at the Saiyan, who was beginning to grow red with anger. "Oh I'm sorry, did we hurt the little baby's feelings?"
Usagi glared at Haruka with hate filled eyes. Monkey had been something she hadn't been called in years and she didn't plan on having the name make a come back any time soon. "Shut up!" She bounced back into a fighting position of her own. "No one calls me that!"
Mamoru and Haruka exchanged a smirk with one another while letting out a sarcastic gasp. Mamoru was the first to reply, however. "Oh I'm so scared! She's going to hurt me now!" He laughed loudly and soon came to the most serious of expressions. "You can't do anything, not now that daddy's here with you!" He mocked. "You're already in trouble, you wouldn't want to make it worse, would you?"
Usagi didn't relax. She knew something that Mamoru didn't. She wasn't really in trouble anymore, well, not entirely. Her situation had been put almost on pause until the truth was found out. Then, and only then would she know if she was truly in trouble or not. But that didn't matter right now.
Goku glanced over his shoulder to his daughter, who was angrier than ever, though not as bad as she was when Vejita accused her of being a killer. He could tell she was getting ready for another attack. Being called Monkey was yet another of her major pet peeves. "Don't do it, Usagi."
Usagi frowned, but continued to stare at Mamoru and Haruka. She knew she shouldn't have been starting this. She knew she hadn't done anything to Mamoru, at least, she didn't remember if she had or not. Because of that, she knew she shouldn't have been trying to fight Mamoru now. She had no reason to other than to defend herself from such harsh words. "Take it back!" She cried out.
Goku groaned as he backed away from the kids. He hoped that Usagi wouldn't be brazen enough to actually start something. If she attacked them for petty words, words that didn't even slander her characteristics like Vejita had, then there were problems.
Staring at Mamoru, he felt somewhat sorry for the boy. He had no idea of everything that had gone on in the past couple of days. The boy, nearly a man, had been ruthlessly attacked by Usagi the day before, for what reason Goku didn't know, but it didn't matter. What did was that she DID attack him, as she had her own father. Although she argued that she didn't, everyone knew the truth. But Goku, as he made clear moments earlier, wouldn't hold anything against her. She was sincere in her explanation of what she remembered, as well as her apologies.
"Mamoru, don't do this." Goku glanced back at his daughter, who was bracing herself for an attacking. "Come on... You're better than this, I know you are."
Piccolo didn't say one word or another. He didn't really care what happened one way or the other. The only thing he worried about was Usagi's complaining, something she had become very good at in her short life. It seemed like every time he saw her she was complaining about his son, which he took personally.
He wasn't even completely in the state of believing what Usagi had said. He had felt all that happened the day before. How she attacked his son, and how she fought with her father. No matter what she said, she couldn't be trusted until she proved herself again. He would have to watch her extra carefully until everything blew over. But until then, he would keep his mouth shut.
Usagi took her father's words into account as she thought of her current position. She knew she had no business fighting Mamoru, or even Haruka for that matter. They were supposed to be on good terms, no longer fighting one another for reasons of hate. This totally went against their terms of rivalry. But then again, they had called her Monkey, something she had grown to loath. "I said take it back, Mamoru."
Haruka chuckled as she crossed her arms and stood rather arrogantly. "Make us."
Usagi growled as she tightened all her muscles. She had no desire to fight them, physically, but mentally and verbally she had no problem with. Not being able to raise her power level really put a damper on the mental portion of her plan, though. She hated that she would have to wait an entire month just to get her power back. "Just do it!"
Mamoru glared at Usagi as he raised his power level slightly once again. The fact that she was remaining at her normal power hadn't escaped him. "What's the matter, Odango? Can't use your power now that daddy's here to monitor you? Afraid he's gonna kick your butt again like he did yesterday?"
Goku shot a quick look back at his daughter, ready to grab her and pull her aside if she were to try and jump at him, which he expected she would after a comment like that. But to his surprise, halfway through her first step, she pulled herself back and stopped from doing anything stupid. She must have known that it was useless. She was power less and would get herself beaten horribly, which was why he would have stopped her in the first place. He didn't want a replay of what had happened to her the first time the two met. 'Good, Usagi, think smart.'
Usagi growled as she stiffened her tail behind her legs, something she only did when she was angry enough to attack without being attacked first. But she remembered all that she had ever been taught about self control. She didn't want to make her father think that she was still a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at the slightest brushing of her feelings. "Why would I lower myself to your level?"
Mamoru dropped his smirk, his face taking the expression of nothingness. He found that neither funny, nor angering in any way. "Sorry, kid. You already did that yesterday, you know, when you fought me at highest level... and when you treated Hotaru, who looks up to you most might I add, like crap."
Usagi froze upon hearing what her rival had just spit out. It had been bad enough when Mamoru and Haruka thought she was against them, but now Hotaru? Much like her mother and father, she never would have treated Hotaru badly. "What..." She asked, her face turning pale at the thought of hurting Hotaru even further than Kaori and the kids at her school were already doing.
Mamoru frowned. "Idiot. You should remember, you were there. You're the one who said she's not allowed to come near you anymore."
Usagi shook her head in disbelief. "No..." She whispered.
Mamoru nodded. "Yes! You were acting just like me, the kind of person you HATE!"
Haruka snorted arrogantly. "Some friend she turned out to be."
Usagi brought her hands up over her cheeks. "I wouldn't... I couldn't have..." She looked up at her father, who looked down at her. He had no words to offer her.
Goku had no idea what to tell his fear stricken daughter. He hadn't known that Hotaru was involved in yesterday's events. That made all the more things worse. Hotaru had always been more fragile, mentally. She had always been easier to hurt and confuse than Usagi. Especially now that she was going through such a hard time with her memories, which had somehow been brought about by some unknown means. This would have only worked to make things worse, to make her feel worse than before. "I...Usagi...."
Usagi's eyes began watering up with tears as she neared her father. A situation bad just turned worse. She could handle her parents, she could somewhat handle Piccolo, Mamoru, and Haruka, but Hotaru was a different story. Hotaru had been through such emotional pain in the past year with finding out about her mother's true death, and Kaori trying to take her place as the motherly figure, as well as the kids at school, a most recent change. Hotaru didn't need this stacked upon it. "Dad... I didn't..."
Goku nodded softly. He knew she was thinking this would set him off again, but in fact in only went to prove the point that something fishy was going on here, yet it didn't show exactly what was going on. He hoped they would find out soon. He hated this with all his heart. "I know. Don't worry."
Usagi frowned as she wiped away her tears. Somehow, though she didn't know how, she would have to make things up with Hotaru. She hoped her friends hadn't been turned against her too. "I have to worry. Now Hotaru thinks I hate her."
Mamoru, now more confused than ever, turned to his own father. "What the hell is she talking about?"
Haruka nodded to show that she too agreed with Mamoru in wanting answers. "Really, Monkey, it's your own fault."
Usagi shot a quick glare in the direction of the older girl. "No! It's not! I really didn't do ANY of the things you guys say I did." Pausing but for a moment, Usagi hunched over. "Well, I hope I didn't. I don't think I did..."
Goku sighed as he looked around the room. "We don't know what's gone on, but somehow, we, as in everyone BUT Usagi, remember things differently than she does. For some reason, she has no memory of what happened after school other than coming home AFTER I brought her there."
Mamoru, more concerned than in a humorous mood, looked down at Usagi. "Wow, temporary memory loss, or are you just trying to get out of trouble."
Usagi mustered up a growl as she glared up at the teenager. "Would I go through all this trouble just to TRICK you?! I think NOT! I REALLY don't remember."
Mamoru grinned. "Alright, alright. Just checking." He looked around the room, especially at his father, who hadn't really said much of anything since this entire thing started. "What do you think?"
Piccolo frowned. "About what?"
Mamoru groaned. "What do you mean 'About what?'? Odango! You know, what happened to her?"
"How the hell should I know?! You think I was there when whatever happened, happened?"
Mamoru flinched away from his father. "Well I don't know. You used to be God and all. Thought maybe you'd have an idea or something."
Piccolo crossed his arms. "I don't."
Usagi stared at her father. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to go visit Hotaru now, but she knew the girl would be too upset to speak right now. That's the way she worked. She would get so upset that she COULD'T speak. That's how it was when she found out that her mother died. She just recently started talking now. This could have thrown her back into her state of pure quietness.
But Usagi couldn't worry about patching that up quite yet. She still felt as if she needed to get herself out of the red with her own parents. Just because she had finally convinced her father that she wasn't evil doesn't mane her mother will be convinced as well, and her mother was a harder person to convince than her father. "Daddy, can we go home? Please?"
Goku didn't have to ask why she was so eager to go home to know why. She had sort of patched things up with him, and he was sure she wanted to patch things up with Chi-Chi as well. And he didn't blame her. Now that he knew she truly didn't remember, he felt horrible. He could see and FEEL what Usagi was going through, and he didn't want her to have to suffer any longer. With a slight shake of his head, he gave her his answer. "Yes."
Usagi smiled as she turned back down to Mamoru. Having heard his outburst, as well as Piccolo's, she was beginning to believe that Tatsuo really had done something to her head and made her go a bit crazy. Maybe after she had run off like her father explained, she had somehow ended up in the trash can while in hiding. Maybe she passed out, and when she woke up again, she hadn't remembered a thing. Maybe that was the plan to turn her away from her father. Body morphing hadn't really crossed her mind at all. And why would it? It wasn't the most obvious solution. "I don't know what happened yesterday, but it wasn't me."
Mamoru snorted with a quick roll of his eyes. "Could have fooled me."
Usagi frowned. "Please, Mamoru. I'm serious."
Mamoru sighed, his sarcastic facial expressions dropping. "Fine. You don't remember, I got it."
Usagi's smile slowly faded away. "Thanks." She whispered. She looked back up to her father. "Can we go home now?"
Goku nodded as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He looked up to Piccolo, his eyes telling of his now serious mood. "Don't forget to look into what we talked about."
Piccolo nodded. "I'm on it."
Goku smiled and gave Piccolo a friendly nod. And, without another word to any one, he pressed his fingers to his forehead and teleported away, leaving only Mamoru, Piccolo, and Haruka left.
Mamoru immediately turned to his father in a flash. "I really hope you didn't buy that."
Piccolo frowned with a sigh. "Why shouldn't I?"
Haruka; "Because she's a conniving little brat, that's why. You can't believe anything she says after what she pulled. God, she's like we used to be."
Piccolo smirked. "Ah, so now the tables have turned. Is that what you're saying?"
Mamoru growled as he turned away from his father. "Give me a break, I'm still as bad as I used to be."
Piccolo's smirk only grew more devious by the second. "Oh? So protecting little girls from their schoolmates is what you've been dong all these days?"
Mamoru's frown grew. "That's not the point."
Haruka grinned. She had to get a piece of this. "Isn't it though?"
"You be quiet! It's NOT the point. The point is that Usagi attacked me for no reason, verbally and mentally attacked Hotaru, and most likely Goku. That's not just something you can forget just like that, you know."
Piccolo nodded. His son had a bit of a point. "But what you have to understand is that we've all been through some pretty strange stuff before, long before any of you were born. We know when we smell something fishy going on. Now, I'm not saying I completely believe what the girl says, but I was watching her very carefully just now, and she seems sincere about what she says. Usagi's not the type of person to just go off on people for the hell of it. She has to be provoked, and only on certain subjects. She doesn't get mad for just any reason."
Goku and Usagi seemed to have reached an understanding of sorts, although the hard feelings haven't totally disappeared on both sides. They are both still very wary of one another, both thinking that other is only out for betrayal. Both want things back to the way things were before any of this happened, but both don't know how to get it to that point. There have been some hard words said, mostly by the parental side, words and statements that will be hard to overcome. But, Usagi knows, with time and proof that her parents truly love her, things will return to normal. She wouldn't hold this against them forever. For some reason, she had a feeling that what she and her parents remember happening is all very true. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it had to have been true. Her parents wouldn't ever just up and act like this. Goku, too, felt that something strange was going on.
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Goku stood up and gently placed his hand on Usagi's back. Things were finally starting to settle between the two of them. At least now he wouldn't have to be so mean to her, something he hated to do with all his heart. Now he understood that Usagi truly didn't remember what she had done yesterday, if she had even really done it. It still couldn't understand why Usagi remembered one thing, and everyone else remembered another. Everyone had felt her fighting with him, so he knew it wasn't just in his imagination. But what could have caused this then?
Walking up to Piccolo's, Goku glanced down at his daughter. She was still crying, but who could blame her? He had put her through such grief. He wouldn't hold it against her if she never wanted to talk to him again. Now he deserved to be put through the same kind of pain he had put her through, although, she had made him think she hated him. But it didn't matter. His actions were uncalled for. And now, with an unclouded mind, he could see that. "Usagi... I'm sorry I thought you stole the broach. It's just, with everything happening I guess I got a little carried away, but you really had me thinking you were going to lash out."
Usagi said nothing, but her heart was screaming for joy. Finally, some sense was being made of this entire situation. "But I didn't..."
Goku shushed his daughter once again. "I know, I know." He frowned as he looked straight forward. He couldn't understand why she wouldn't remember her little outburst. Everyone knew about it, well, all except for her, that is. But it wasn't like he didn't believe her anymore. Something HAD to have happened. He knew she was sincere, if not for the look in her eyes, but by sensing her strong feelings. He truly believed her that she didn't know what he was talking about, and that's what worried him most.
Usagi continued to look forward. She made sure to keep a small distance between herself and her father from then on. Even though he was proving to be nice again, she STILL wanted to make sure he wasn't just putting her on. "I'm sorry."
Goku looked down at his daughter, half in confusion over her reply. "For what?"
Usagi, too, looked up to face her father. "For not remembering." She knew exactly why she didn't remember. She knew for what reason why Tatsuo had attacked her, and if she could only tell her father, he would understand to. Tatsuo was the blue creature who had attacked her the other day, he had to be. But something still didn't make sense. Her broach was missing after she had been attacked, whereas before, she had had it on her person. Then her father had somehow gotten a hold of it. How? He had just told her that he took it from her, but how could he have if she were knocked out. Tatsuo must have stolen it from her. But still, how could her father have gotten his hands on it if that had happened? She knew her side of the story was true, but then...
Without going any further, Usagi stopped short of all her thoughts. The Saiyan duo had reached Piccolo's house, and was now ready to enter. Usagi had a million things running through her head, things she wanted to ask her father, things she wanted to point out to him. But she couldn't. She would have to wait until this meeting was over. And to tell the truth, she was a little worried that Piccolo would in fact know something about the broach. As her father pointed out, he was, after all, former God of the Earth. He of all people would know something about the Silver Millennium Moon Kingdom. Her father would surely find out who she was, and what she had been keeping from him. But then again, wasn't that what she wanted in the first place? She had wanted to tell her parents from the start that she was Sailor Moon, that she was a Princess. But it had been her promise to Luna that had kept her from spilling it. If her father found out from Piccolo, it wouldn't matter. At least SHE wouldn't have been the one to say anything.
Goku was still thinking of how Usagi had just apologized for not remembering. Once again, he found himself down on one knee before his daughter. "Usagi, don't be upset that you don't remember, ok? Something must have happened. Alright?"
Usagi frowned. "You're still talking like I really did it though."
Goku sighed. "What else can I do? None of this adds up according to your story. You were the one who fought me, I know it. It was YOU. I'm willing to drop that, now that you've forgotten."
Usagi pulled away from her father even further. "Daddy, that's not fair. You're acting like I have a disability. I know what I remember! I DIDN'T attack you! I didn't even come home until after you knocked me out."
Goku stood up with a frown of his own. "Then how do you explain the fact that I have your broach."
Usagi found herself wordless. She really had no idea how that could have happened, nor did she have any sort of explanation as to why. But she did know one thing, she wasn't wanting to get into this right now. "Maybe Tatsuo... I mean the little blue guy did something to your head to make you THINK I was there. Maybe he had some sort of chemical or something."
Goku crossed his arms. That didn't seem all that far fetched. In all his time of dealing with forces of evil he was ready to expect almost anything. "True, but how do we know he didn't do something with your head?"
Again, Usagi was unable to find the words to answer. She hadn't thought of that before. Tatsuo had some pretty good tricks up his sleeve. The first, he was smart enough to evaluate his enemies before he actually attacked. Maybe after he had knocked her out he did something to her head, as her father had just suggested. But that still wouldn't make sense. She distinctly remembered finding herself in a trash bin by the bar in the alley. 'That couldn't have happened...'
Goku, thinking of what he just said, had also started thinking the same things that his daughter had. It sounded quite plausible to him, and would explain a few things. "Maybe that's why you went ballistic there for a while. Maybe he had you under some kind of trance that made you think you hated us."
Usagi shrugged. She wasn't sure about that, but how could she be? She had, after all, been knocked out. And her father DID have her broach, which he only could have gotten from her, or Tatsuo. "But..."
Goku nodded. "I know. He could have done the same to us too, but you see, OTHERS, such as Vejita, your brother, and most likely everyone else who can sense power levels FELT us fighting. Dende watched it from the lookout. That's the only problem with US being tinkered with. He couldn't have done it to all of us just to make you look bad."
Usagi shook her head. "I guess not, but I still don't think he did that anyway." She looked down to the ground in wonder. 'But then, how did daddy get my broach without me being there?'
Goku shrugged. "Suit yourself. All we're doing is coming up with possible theories here, we're not making any final decisions."
Usagi nodded. "I know." She looked up at the door. She could see her father's hand reaching out to knock on it. "Daddy...?" Goku paused his movements and turned back to the girl. Usagi looked up. "If I DID really do all that stuff you said I did, I'm sorry."
Goku smiled as he rubbed her head. "Don't worry about it. All I care about is that you're ok, and that YOU don't hate ME."
Usagi let out a soft giggle as she moved closer to her father. "I don't hate you." She whispered.
Goku said nothing in reply as he reached out and knocked on the door of Piccolo's home. He didn't want to risk getting into a near fight again. He knew things still weren't completely back to normal, and they wouldn't be until they found out what really happened, and who knows if they ever would.
The two stood there, silent, until the door opened ever so slowly. Both Saiyans perked up at the movement, both preparing themselves for the truth to be revealed.
Piccolo took one look at Goku and said nothing. He then proceeded to glare down at the child at his side with more hate than ever before. Both Goku and Usagi were certain as to why. It was fairly obvious that everyone would think poorly of her now. Piccolo quickly shot his attention back up to the girl's father, still with a glare. "Why'd you bring the kid?" He asked rather harshly.
Goku sighed as he dropped his head as if he had taken Piccolo's words as a personal attack. "We all need to talk."
Piccolo's glare turned into a cold-hearted frown. "Damn straight we do! What's up with the kid attacking Mamoru at full power?! Aren't you the ones always complaining about HIM?!" He turned back down to Usagi, who was staring back at him with a confused frown. "You! You're just lucky you have your father to protect you!"
Usagi jumped back at Piccolo's snap. She wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about, but she had a pretty good idea that it was just another thing that everyone remembered her doing. Maybe she really had been messed with in the head. It was the only logical explanation for all of this. Especially how her father had the broach. She didn't remember it, but everyone else sure did. "What are you talking about?"
Goku brought his attention back down to his daughter. "You fought Mamoru yesterday after school before coming home."
"She didn't just fight him, she completely went against what she's always complaining about!" Piccolo grabbed Usagi by the arm and made her look him in the eyes. "Don't bitch about others' faults and make them completely change unless you're willing to act the same!"
Usagi turned up to her father with a shocked expression on her face, completely ignoring Piccolo. "What?!" She didn't even begin to fathom what Piccolo was ranting about this time.
Goku slapped his forehead with a groan. "You fought Mamoru at full power."
Usagi gasped. "I would NEVER!" She yelled.
Piccolo yanked Usagi's attention back. "You did! All we've listened to ever since you two met was how unfair Mamoru is, and how you wish he'd be a fighter of good instead of evil and blah, blah, blah. All your whining we put up with and how that he's changed you turn into a hypocrite."
Usagi frowned as she pulled her arm away from Piccolo's grasp, though she did it gently. Closing her eyes like a prissy little lady and brushing herself off, she turned her head to the side. "Well I'm sorry I just don't remember doing such a thing..." Usagi frowned as she opened her eyes and turned back to face Piccolo while crossing her arms. Her mood was suddenly more abrupt than before. "Probably because I wouldn't do something that stupid!"
"Yeah, whatever, I don't even care. Just make sure you don't complain when you get what's coming to you."
Goku frowned as he glared at Piccolo. "She doesn't remember what happened, Piccolo. I'm not so sure we should be yelling at her."
Usagi grinned up at the jolly green giant. "Yeah." She taunted as she stuck out her tongue. "I was attacked and something happened, so don't yell at me!"
Goku sighed. "We don't know that for sure, Usagi. It's only a theory, remember that."
Usagi dropped her smirk. "Fine." She continued to glare up at Piccolo with a grin, though now for a different reason. Without her father even knowing her actions, she latched onto the green man's arm. "So, Piccolo, daddy has a question for you." Putting aside all that had previously happened, Usagi happily turned up to her father as if to beg him to ask. She knew exactly what she was doing by speeding things along. She wanted her father to find out about her other identity. She wanted to be able to tell him everything. It was that stupid promise that was holding her up. But, if her father found out by other means all would be solved.
Shocked, Goku stared at his daughter in confusion. Why was she all of a sudden so eager to do this? Then it hit him. She had never said that she didn't want to tell him, she had always insisted that she couldn't. And whenever she said THAT, her voice had always sounded sad, like it was hurting her to not tell him. He didn't know what she was up to, but he all of a sudden got the picture that she wanted him to know.
Reaching into his pocket, he stared back up at Piccolo. "Do you know anything about lockets?" He asked as he pulled out Usagi's broach. He held it out for his fellow fighter to get a good look at. "I have a hunch that this holds some sort of power since the guy who attacked Usagi the other day came back looking for it. But..." He started, diverting his attention down to his daughter, "Usagi won't tell me."
Usagi just shrugged with a smile of joy. Finally, Piccolo would know what kind of power it held and her burdensome secret would be released. She would be free once again. "Sorry. My lips are sealed."
Goku grinned. "Sure." He looked back up at Piccolo, who had just taken the item out of his hand.
Piccolo ran his fingers over the top of the broach, his eyes glowing with wonder. "Where'd you get this." He asked, looking up at Usagi.
Hearing that caused Goku to become half excited. Piccolo's voice had a certain quality to it that told of his knowledge. Usagi too found herself becoming excited. "Can't say."
Piccolo frowned as he stared back down at the small item at hand. "I know I've seen this before, but I don't know from where. I know it has some sort of power, but I'm not even sure of what that could be either." He flipped it around and pressed a small button on the edge, which should have opened it, but it didn't. The broach remained closed. "Every God keeps record of what happens in Earth's history during his term of service. This way, we all know basically what's happened in the past. Needless to say my term has had the most written in it, but I do remember reading once about a fight taking place here, and somewhere else in space. I couldn't make it out, really, most of it destroyed. But I do remember seeing a picture of this."
Goku wasn't too shocked by hearing that. He had expected something like that to be said. "When was it dated?"
Piccolo shrugged. "I have no idea, fairly old. Maybe a thousand or so years old."
"Wow! THAT old!? Dende thought maybe a few hundred, but no a thousand..." He looked down at his daughter again. Now more than ever he wondered what it was. "Come on Usagi, can't you just tell us?"
Usagi shook her head. She wasn't all completely happy about the way things had turned out. She had expected Piccolo to know everything about it, to be able to tell her father exactly what it was, and why she had it. "I can't, daddy. I really can't."
Goku sighed. He would have to leave it at that. It was obvious that she wouldn't tell him, no matter what. "Alright."
Piccolo studied to broach even further. He wished he had more knowledge, but that was all he knew. "I can try to find the information again, though I'm betting they were completely destroyed when my lookout was destroyed the first time, when Garlic Jr. was destroyed."
Goku frowned. "That's probably why Dende didn't know about it when I asked him."
Piccolo nodded. "Most likely. I'm betting everything I documented was destroyed when Buu showed up and destroyed the place again. Now there's nothing left."
Usagi; "Not true, we can't forget the Guardian of Time. She knows everything. She knows everything that happened on Earth."
It was at that moment that the front door opened and in popped two teenagers by the name of Haruka and Mamoru. Both burst into the room in a fit of laughter, only to become quiet at the sight of Usagi. Haruka had been told of what Usagi had done, but she didn't need words to know. She too could feel everything that had happened. After all that crap that Usagi had put them through, she turns around and does this. "YOU!"
Mamoru raised his power level and jumped into a fighting stance. "Come on! Let's go! BRAT!" Usagi didn't nothing but keep her normal stance and scowl at the two, which only worked to anger them even further. "Payback's mine!" He pulled his upper arms back and held them close to his ribs. He would enjoy kicking the crap out of Usagi. He had felt Goku do the same the day before and was certain Goku would let him have a whap at her. Well, maybe not of his own will, but Mamoru WOULD Have his revenge.
Usagi did nothing but hold her ground. At least this time, she had the upper hand of knowing what was going on before any of this happened. Had she and her father not come to some sort of understanding she was certain she would have gone insane by now. Piccolo AND Mamoru seemed to be against her all of a sudden, and she could tell that Piccolo didn't buy the excuse that she didn't remember anything as a reason not to yell at her. But what did she care? It wasn't her problem. "I'm not doing anything but standing here."
Mamoru frowned as he clenched his fists. "You can't say no. I've already decided for you. I want an even, fair payback."
Haruka chuckled. "Maybe she's scared... little chicken-wuss."
Mamoru grinned. "Don't you mean MONKEY-Wuss?"
Haruka deviously smirked. "Oh, of course! How could I forget? MONKEY!" With an evil laughter, Haruka looked down at the Saiyan, who was beginning to grow red with anger. "Oh I'm sorry, did we hurt the little baby's feelings?"
Usagi glared at Haruka with hate filled eyes. Monkey had been something she hadn't been called in years and she didn't plan on having the name make a come back any time soon. "Shut up!" She bounced back into a fighting position of her own. "No one calls me that!"
Mamoru and Haruka exchanged a smirk with one another while letting out a sarcastic gasp. Mamoru was the first to reply, however. "Oh I'm so scared! She's going to hurt me now!" He laughed loudly and soon came to the most serious of expressions. "You can't do anything, not now that daddy's here with you!" He mocked. "You're already in trouble, you wouldn't want to make it worse, would you?"
Usagi didn't relax. She knew something that Mamoru didn't. She wasn't really in trouble anymore, well, not entirely. Her situation had been put almost on pause until the truth was found out. Then, and only then would she know if she was truly in trouble or not. But that didn't matter right now.
Goku glanced over his shoulder to his daughter, who was angrier than ever, though not as bad as she was when Vejita accused her of being a killer. He could tell she was getting ready for another attack. Being called Monkey was yet another of her major pet peeves. "Don't do it, Usagi."
Usagi frowned, but continued to stare at Mamoru and Haruka. She knew she shouldn't have been starting this. She knew she hadn't done anything to Mamoru, at least, she didn't remember if she had or not. Because of that, she knew she shouldn't have been trying to fight Mamoru now. She had no reason to other than to defend herself from such harsh words. "Take it back!" She cried out.
Goku groaned as he backed away from the kids. He hoped that Usagi wouldn't be brazen enough to actually start something. If she attacked them for petty words, words that didn't even slander her characteristics like Vejita had, then there were problems.
Staring at Mamoru, he felt somewhat sorry for the boy. He had no idea of everything that had gone on in the past couple of days. The boy, nearly a man, had been ruthlessly attacked by Usagi the day before, for what reason Goku didn't know, but it didn't matter. What did was that she DID attack him, as she had her own father. Although she argued that she didn't, everyone knew the truth. But Goku, as he made clear moments earlier, wouldn't hold anything against her. She was sincere in her explanation of what she remembered, as well as her apologies.
"Mamoru, don't do this." Goku glanced back at his daughter, who was bracing herself for an attacking. "Come on... You're better than this, I know you are."
Piccolo didn't say one word or another. He didn't really care what happened one way or the other. The only thing he worried about was Usagi's complaining, something she had become very good at in her short life. It seemed like every time he saw her she was complaining about his son, which he took personally.
He wasn't even completely in the state of believing what Usagi had said. He had felt all that happened the day before. How she attacked his son, and how she fought with her father. No matter what she said, she couldn't be trusted until she proved herself again. He would have to watch her extra carefully until everything blew over. But until then, he would keep his mouth shut.
Usagi took her father's words into account as she thought of her current position. She knew she had no business fighting Mamoru, or even Haruka for that matter. They were supposed to be on good terms, no longer fighting one another for reasons of hate. This totally went against their terms of rivalry. But then again, they had called her Monkey, something she had grown to loath. "I said take it back, Mamoru."
Haruka chuckled as she crossed her arms and stood rather arrogantly. "Make us."
Usagi growled as she tightened all her muscles. She had no desire to fight them, physically, but mentally and verbally she had no problem with. Not being able to raise her power level really put a damper on the mental portion of her plan, though. She hated that she would have to wait an entire month just to get her power back. "Just do it!"
Mamoru glared at Usagi as he raised his power level slightly once again. The fact that she was remaining at her normal power hadn't escaped him. "What's the matter, Odango? Can't use your power now that daddy's here to monitor you? Afraid he's gonna kick your butt again like he did yesterday?"
Goku shot a quick look back at his daughter, ready to grab her and pull her aside if she were to try and jump at him, which he expected she would after a comment like that. But to his surprise, halfway through her first step, she pulled herself back and stopped from doing anything stupid. She must have known that it was useless. She was power less and would get herself beaten horribly, which was why he would have stopped her in the first place. He didn't want a replay of what had happened to her the first time the two met. 'Good, Usagi, think smart.'
Usagi growled as she stiffened her tail behind her legs, something she only did when she was angry enough to attack without being attacked first. But she remembered all that she had ever been taught about self control. She didn't want to make her father think that she was still a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at the slightest brushing of her feelings. "Why would I lower myself to your level?"
Mamoru dropped his smirk, his face taking the expression of nothingness. He found that neither funny, nor angering in any way. "Sorry, kid. You already did that yesterday, you know, when you fought me at highest level... and when you treated Hotaru, who looks up to you most might I add, like crap."
Usagi froze upon hearing what her rival had just spit out. It had been bad enough when Mamoru and Haruka thought she was against them, but now Hotaru? Much like her mother and father, she never would have treated Hotaru badly. "What..." She asked, her face turning pale at the thought of hurting Hotaru even further than Kaori and the kids at her school were already doing.
Mamoru frowned. "Idiot. You should remember, you were there. You're the one who said she's not allowed to come near you anymore."
Usagi shook her head in disbelief. "No..." She whispered.
Mamoru nodded. "Yes! You were acting just like me, the kind of person you HATE!"
Haruka snorted arrogantly. "Some friend she turned out to be."
Usagi brought her hands up over her cheeks. "I wouldn't... I couldn't have..." She looked up at her father, who looked down at her. He had no words to offer her.
Goku had no idea what to tell his fear stricken daughter. He hadn't known that Hotaru was involved in yesterday's events. That made all the more things worse. Hotaru had always been more fragile, mentally. She had always been easier to hurt and confuse than Usagi. Especially now that she was going through such a hard time with her memories, which had somehow been brought about by some unknown means. This would have only worked to make things worse, to make her feel worse than before. "I...Usagi...."
Usagi's eyes began watering up with tears as she neared her father. A situation bad just turned worse. She could handle her parents, she could somewhat handle Piccolo, Mamoru, and Haruka, but Hotaru was a different story. Hotaru had been through such emotional pain in the past year with finding out about her mother's true death, and Kaori trying to take her place as the motherly figure, as well as the kids at school, a most recent change. Hotaru didn't need this stacked upon it. "Dad... I didn't..."
Goku nodded softly. He knew she was thinking this would set him off again, but in fact in only went to prove the point that something fishy was going on here, yet it didn't show exactly what was going on. He hoped they would find out soon. He hated this with all his heart. "I know. Don't worry."
Usagi frowned as she wiped away her tears. Somehow, though she didn't know how, she would have to make things up with Hotaru. She hoped her friends hadn't been turned against her too. "I have to worry. Now Hotaru thinks I hate her."
Mamoru, now more confused than ever, turned to his own father. "What the hell is she talking about?"
Haruka nodded to show that she too agreed with Mamoru in wanting answers. "Really, Monkey, it's your own fault."
Usagi shot a quick glare in the direction of the older girl. "No! It's not! I really didn't do ANY of the things you guys say I did." Pausing but for a moment, Usagi hunched over. "Well, I hope I didn't. I don't think I did..."
Goku sighed as he looked around the room. "We don't know what's gone on, but somehow, we, as in everyone BUT Usagi, remember things differently than she does. For some reason, she has no memory of what happened after school other than coming home AFTER I brought her there."
Mamoru, more concerned than in a humorous mood, looked down at Usagi. "Wow, temporary memory loss, or are you just trying to get out of trouble."
Usagi mustered up a growl as she glared up at the teenager. "Would I go through all this trouble just to TRICK you?! I think NOT! I REALLY don't remember."
Mamoru grinned. "Alright, alright. Just checking." He looked around the room, especially at his father, who hadn't really said much of anything since this entire thing started. "What do you think?"
Piccolo frowned. "About what?"
Mamoru groaned. "What do you mean 'About what?'? Odango! You know, what happened to her?"
"How the hell should I know?! You think I was there when whatever happened, happened?"
Mamoru flinched away from his father. "Well I don't know. You used to be God and all. Thought maybe you'd have an idea or something."
Piccolo crossed his arms. "I don't."
Usagi stared at her father. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to go visit Hotaru now, but she knew the girl would be too upset to speak right now. That's the way she worked. She would get so upset that she COULD'T speak. That's how it was when she found out that her mother died. She just recently started talking now. This could have thrown her back into her state of pure quietness.
But Usagi couldn't worry about patching that up quite yet. She still felt as if she needed to get herself out of the red with her own parents. Just because she had finally convinced her father that she wasn't evil doesn't mane her mother will be convinced as well, and her mother was a harder person to convince than her father. "Daddy, can we go home? Please?"
Goku didn't have to ask why she was so eager to go home to know why. She had sort of patched things up with him, and he was sure she wanted to patch things up with Chi-Chi as well. And he didn't blame her. Now that he knew she truly didn't remember, he felt horrible. He could see and FEEL what Usagi was going through, and he didn't want her to have to suffer any longer. With a slight shake of his head, he gave her his answer. "Yes."
Usagi smiled as she turned back down to Mamoru. Having heard his outburst, as well as Piccolo's, she was beginning to believe that Tatsuo really had done something to her head and made her go a bit crazy. Maybe after she had run off like her father explained, she had somehow ended up in the trash can while in hiding. Maybe she passed out, and when she woke up again, she hadn't remembered a thing. Maybe that was the plan to turn her away from her father. Body morphing hadn't really crossed her mind at all. And why would it? It wasn't the most obvious solution. "I don't know what happened yesterday, but it wasn't me."
Mamoru snorted with a quick roll of his eyes. "Could have fooled me."
Usagi frowned. "Please, Mamoru. I'm serious."
Mamoru sighed, his sarcastic facial expressions dropping. "Fine. You don't remember, I got it."
Usagi's smile slowly faded away. "Thanks." She whispered. She looked back up to her father. "Can we go home now?"
Goku nodded as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He looked up to Piccolo, his eyes telling of his now serious mood. "Don't forget to look into what we talked about."
Piccolo nodded. "I'm on it."
Goku smiled and gave Piccolo a friendly nod. And, without another word to any one, he pressed his fingers to his forehead and teleported away, leaving only Mamoru, Piccolo, and Haruka left.
Mamoru immediately turned to his father in a flash. "I really hope you didn't buy that."
Piccolo frowned with a sigh. "Why shouldn't I?"
Haruka; "Because she's a conniving little brat, that's why. You can't believe anything she says after what she pulled. God, she's like we used to be."
Piccolo smirked. "Ah, so now the tables have turned. Is that what you're saying?"
Mamoru growled as he turned away from his father. "Give me a break, I'm still as bad as I used to be."
Piccolo's smirk only grew more devious by the second. "Oh? So protecting little girls from their schoolmates is what you've been dong all these days?"
Mamoru's frown grew. "That's not the point."
Haruka grinned. She had to get a piece of this. "Isn't it though?"
"You be quiet! It's NOT the point. The point is that Usagi attacked me for no reason, verbally and mentally attacked Hotaru, and most likely Goku. That's not just something you can forget just like that, you know."
Piccolo nodded. His son had a bit of a point. "But what you have to understand is that we've all been through some pretty strange stuff before, long before any of you were born. We know when we smell something fishy going on. Now, I'm not saying I completely believe what the girl says, but I was watching her very carefully just now, and she seems sincere about what she says. Usagi's not the type of person to just go off on people for the hell of it. She has to be provoked, and only on certain subjects. She doesn't get mad for just any reason."