Well, I know it's been a while, but you can't really yell at me, because I
warned you that once school started I wouldn't be posting nearly as often.
Let's put it this way: I have drama rehearsals twice a week, Multicultural
club once a week, and I'm taking two AP classes, plus advanced creative
writing (this equals a lot of extra writing and other work and very little
time for me.) Also, MSN keeps kicking me off the net, so I'm sure sure I'll
even be able to be online long enough to post. But I've finished all my
work for the week in my computer class, so I'm making an effort. (Feel
lucky, I could be spending this time looking up Kenshin pics . )
~
The room was dark, the curtains drawn closed to prevent any light from getting in. Goku squinted, and was able to just make out the outlines of the bed, which looked as if it had seen better days. He flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Only then did he notice the light fixture sitting broken in the corner where it had been thrown after apparently being ripped from the ceiling.
"Jeez, you're violent when you're sad."
"Get out, Kakarott." A deep voice growled. Vegeta sat in a chair in a corner of the room most deeply shrouded in shadows, glaring dangerously. His eyes glinted dangerously, and the tell-tale tightening of his already- clenched fists betrayed just how ready he was to attack.
"You can't just stay in here, Veggie needs you."
"She took care of the brats, not me!"
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Vegeta . ." Goku paused and took a deep breath. "I don't think you're looking at this the right way. I mean, it's only been two days; you really shouldn't be acting like this. You won't even let anyone talk to you, and I really think you should."
"I shouldn't be acting like this? My mate, my soul-bonded mate, has died. She blocked me from her mind so that I couldn't even share in her pain, much less follow her, and she left me, and you expect me to act like nothing's wrong? You should be thanking me for not destroying this pitiful excuse for a planet yet!" With each word, the growl of his voice became angrier and louder until, at last, it became an all-out roar.
This was why what Goku said next contrasted so greatly, both because of the natural innocence of his voice, and the gentle, quiet tone he used.
"But Vegeta, did you forget about the dragon balls?"
~
Vegeta was like a madman. Within moments of Goku's reminder of the seven little spheres that had caused them all so much trouble over the years - how could anyone have forgotten about them? - he had everyone he could find employed in some manner which would contribute to bringing back his small wife. Bulma was making more trackers, and groups were out with the ones that were working correctly gathering them with the aide of their powers.
The world was surely grateful that they were now much too powerful to have much trouble in obtaining the magical spheres, had there been any delay whatsoever, blood would have run in the streets. Vegeta would not have his mate gone from his side another moment longer.
Truth be told, it was highly possible that, despite the fact Usagi had prevented her death from killing or otherwise physically harming Vegeta, that meant nothing when one took into account his mental health. Aside from the fact that many Saiyan warriors went mad anyway when a mate was lost, there was also the factor of their bond to take into consideration. Most likely, Vegeta was more than somewhat less than sane without her.
As for Trunks, he seemed to be handling it fairly well. He had grown into a responsible man, that is, when he chose to be responsible he could do a very good job at it, and he knew that it was his duty to both help his father, and to keep the man from hurting any innocents.
Veggie was another story. He contributed to the search for the dragon balls as enthusiastically as anyone else, yet he did hold a grudge that he hadn't been told about them earlier. Accompanied with his guilt over the words he had said to his mother before her death, and the fear he held that somehow this wouldn't work, he was almost as touchy as his father.
Finally though, they were gathered, and outside Bulma's house, they prepared to call forth the dragon and bring back a woman who, though originally more of an outsider than anyone else could ever be, had managed to integrate herself into their little group, without anyone really realizing it. It was almost as devastating as loosing Goku, and everyone was almost as excited to be bringing her back.
Trunks had been given the task of calling the dragon; he was the only one Vegeta would allow to do it other than himself, first of all, and he was also the more emotionally stable than the prince.
He held his hands out over the glowing orbs and closed his eyes, opening his mouth to begin the chant his mother had taught him.
"Wait!"
Trunks's eyes snapped open and he stared at the young Namekian man who set down in front of their group, grabbing up one of the dragon balls.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vegeta demanded, gaze now murderous.
"You can't wish her back yet." Dende panted, holding the dragon ball as if he thought it would offer some kind of protection from Vegeta.
"WHAT?"
"I just got a message from Otherworld, she doesn't want to come back."
"Boy, you put that back and get out of the way. Once my mate is restored to life, I am going to take great pleasure in destroying you!"
The green man shook his head. "She can't some back yet, she asked me to tell you not to wish her back for another week. That's what she said."
"Why the hell wouldn't my mate wish to return to me?"
"She's training."
Vegeta straitened, rage melting from his face and being replaced by bewilderment.
~
"He's taking this much better than I would have expected."
"I told you he'd be fine. He respects what I'm doing."
"He certainly was behaving like a spoiled brat before. You know, maybe it would be better for him if you stopped giving him everything he wants. A man has to learn to deal with disappointment once in a while."
Usagi turned away from watching the Earth, hands cramped from where she had them clutched in her skirts. She ignored the pain, just as she ignored the golden halo floating above her head. "We should return; I only have a week, after all."
"Which is what, twenty years Earth time? Like you're really going to spend all that time training. You don't have the discipline, and your mom don't have the patience to try and give you the discipline, neither. Why are you staying so long, anyway? As much as I've missed you, I know you'd much rather be with your man and your kid. The realm of Selene is way too boring for you, princess, no offense. Besides, I've taken a peek at Earth once in a while, and I'd say you're pretty strong on your own, without having to come crawling back to mommy dearest."
"While you were watching, did you happen to catch my death?" She asked quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. "No, I just heard that bitch Beryl did it, after all this time, too. Why'd you let her do it anyway, Sere?"
"I didn't. She didn't give me time to transform. Do you understand now?"
"Ahhhh . no, actually, I don't. Care to explain it again?"
"Jeadite!!"
"Jeez, don't have an aneurysm over it! Have a little respect for your old pal's ear drums, what do you say?"
She took a deep breath. "Does Kunzite know you're here?"
"Are you accusing mois of skipping out on my duties just so I can gang out with you? You're right, that is exactly what I'm doing." He pulled the halo from his head and twirled it around on his index finger. "How'd you guess?"
She sighed and shook her head, reluctantly turning on her loved ones. She wouldn't be seeing them again for a very long time. Jaedite followed as she began making her way back to the realm of Selene - a portion of Otherworld that her mother and all who had died at the destruction of the Silver Millennium inhabited.
"Beryl never gave me time to transform, so I wasn't able to use my powers to defend myself when she attacked." At his blank look, she slapped him hard across the back of his head. "Did that ice freeze your brain, too?"
"Possibly. I'm just glad it stopped keeping me alive after you beat Beryl; even death is better than that hell. But if you hit me again, you won't like the consequences."
"I'm training so that I can beat her even if I can't transform into Tenshi."
"Ooooohhhh . explain it one more time."
~
"You swore to me that she wouldn't be harmed!" Diamond snarled, slamming closed the doors to the High Lady Kilaki's throne room. "You promised she would be mine!"
Kilaki didn't seem the least bit surprised to see him. "I did promise, and I fully intended to keep that promise." She told him smoothly. "But Beryl acted completely without my orders, I told her to let the girl live, and she deliberately ignored me. That woman was blinded by her hatred." She sighed. "If only there were some way to make her pay. But I did agree to take her into my services, after all, and so I'm honor bound not to harm her." A sudden thought occurred to her and she smiled suddenly. "However . "
"However?"
"Well, there is nothing I could do if someone else decided she needed to be punished."
Diamond began a slow smile.
~
To Be Continued
Okay, that's enough for now. I can't believe how many people were upset about Usagi's death. Did you forget they could wish her back? (giggles) I figured, if Akira Toriyama can kill off his main character, I can, too.
~
The room was dark, the curtains drawn closed to prevent any light from getting in. Goku squinted, and was able to just make out the outlines of the bed, which looked as if it had seen better days. He flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Only then did he notice the light fixture sitting broken in the corner where it had been thrown after apparently being ripped from the ceiling.
"Jeez, you're violent when you're sad."
"Get out, Kakarott." A deep voice growled. Vegeta sat in a chair in a corner of the room most deeply shrouded in shadows, glaring dangerously. His eyes glinted dangerously, and the tell-tale tightening of his already- clenched fists betrayed just how ready he was to attack.
"You can't just stay in here, Veggie needs you."
"She took care of the brats, not me!"
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Vegeta . ." Goku paused and took a deep breath. "I don't think you're looking at this the right way. I mean, it's only been two days; you really shouldn't be acting like this. You won't even let anyone talk to you, and I really think you should."
"I shouldn't be acting like this? My mate, my soul-bonded mate, has died. She blocked me from her mind so that I couldn't even share in her pain, much less follow her, and she left me, and you expect me to act like nothing's wrong? You should be thanking me for not destroying this pitiful excuse for a planet yet!" With each word, the growl of his voice became angrier and louder until, at last, it became an all-out roar.
This was why what Goku said next contrasted so greatly, both because of the natural innocence of his voice, and the gentle, quiet tone he used.
"But Vegeta, did you forget about the dragon balls?"
~
Vegeta was like a madman. Within moments of Goku's reminder of the seven little spheres that had caused them all so much trouble over the years - how could anyone have forgotten about them? - he had everyone he could find employed in some manner which would contribute to bringing back his small wife. Bulma was making more trackers, and groups were out with the ones that were working correctly gathering them with the aide of their powers.
The world was surely grateful that they were now much too powerful to have much trouble in obtaining the magical spheres, had there been any delay whatsoever, blood would have run in the streets. Vegeta would not have his mate gone from his side another moment longer.
Truth be told, it was highly possible that, despite the fact Usagi had prevented her death from killing or otherwise physically harming Vegeta, that meant nothing when one took into account his mental health. Aside from the fact that many Saiyan warriors went mad anyway when a mate was lost, there was also the factor of their bond to take into consideration. Most likely, Vegeta was more than somewhat less than sane without her.
As for Trunks, he seemed to be handling it fairly well. He had grown into a responsible man, that is, when he chose to be responsible he could do a very good job at it, and he knew that it was his duty to both help his father, and to keep the man from hurting any innocents.
Veggie was another story. He contributed to the search for the dragon balls as enthusiastically as anyone else, yet he did hold a grudge that he hadn't been told about them earlier. Accompanied with his guilt over the words he had said to his mother before her death, and the fear he held that somehow this wouldn't work, he was almost as touchy as his father.
Finally though, they were gathered, and outside Bulma's house, they prepared to call forth the dragon and bring back a woman who, though originally more of an outsider than anyone else could ever be, had managed to integrate herself into their little group, without anyone really realizing it. It was almost as devastating as loosing Goku, and everyone was almost as excited to be bringing her back.
Trunks had been given the task of calling the dragon; he was the only one Vegeta would allow to do it other than himself, first of all, and he was also the more emotionally stable than the prince.
He held his hands out over the glowing orbs and closed his eyes, opening his mouth to begin the chant his mother had taught him.
"Wait!"
Trunks's eyes snapped open and he stared at the young Namekian man who set down in front of their group, grabbing up one of the dragon balls.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vegeta demanded, gaze now murderous.
"You can't wish her back yet." Dende panted, holding the dragon ball as if he thought it would offer some kind of protection from Vegeta.
"WHAT?"
"I just got a message from Otherworld, she doesn't want to come back."
"Boy, you put that back and get out of the way. Once my mate is restored to life, I am going to take great pleasure in destroying you!"
The green man shook his head. "She can't some back yet, she asked me to tell you not to wish her back for another week. That's what she said."
"Why the hell wouldn't my mate wish to return to me?"
"She's training."
Vegeta straitened, rage melting from his face and being replaced by bewilderment.
~
"He's taking this much better than I would have expected."
"I told you he'd be fine. He respects what I'm doing."
"He certainly was behaving like a spoiled brat before. You know, maybe it would be better for him if you stopped giving him everything he wants. A man has to learn to deal with disappointment once in a while."
Usagi turned away from watching the Earth, hands cramped from where she had them clutched in her skirts. She ignored the pain, just as she ignored the golden halo floating above her head. "We should return; I only have a week, after all."
"Which is what, twenty years Earth time? Like you're really going to spend all that time training. You don't have the discipline, and your mom don't have the patience to try and give you the discipline, neither. Why are you staying so long, anyway? As much as I've missed you, I know you'd much rather be with your man and your kid. The realm of Selene is way too boring for you, princess, no offense. Besides, I've taken a peek at Earth once in a while, and I'd say you're pretty strong on your own, without having to come crawling back to mommy dearest."
"While you were watching, did you happen to catch my death?" She asked quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. "No, I just heard that bitch Beryl did it, after all this time, too. Why'd you let her do it anyway, Sere?"
"I didn't. She didn't give me time to transform. Do you understand now?"
"Ahhhh . no, actually, I don't. Care to explain it again?"
"Jeadite!!"
"Jeez, don't have an aneurysm over it! Have a little respect for your old pal's ear drums, what do you say?"
She took a deep breath. "Does Kunzite know you're here?"
"Are you accusing mois of skipping out on my duties just so I can gang out with you? You're right, that is exactly what I'm doing." He pulled the halo from his head and twirled it around on his index finger. "How'd you guess?"
She sighed and shook her head, reluctantly turning on her loved ones. She wouldn't be seeing them again for a very long time. Jaedite followed as she began making her way back to the realm of Selene - a portion of Otherworld that her mother and all who had died at the destruction of the Silver Millennium inhabited.
"Beryl never gave me time to transform, so I wasn't able to use my powers to defend myself when she attacked." At his blank look, she slapped him hard across the back of his head. "Did that ice freeze your brain, too?"
"Possibly. I'm just glad it stopped keeping me alive after you beat Beryl; even death is better than that hell. But if you hit me again, you won't like the consequences."
"I'm training so that I can beat her even if I can't transform into Tenshi."
"Ooooohhhh . explain it one more time."
~
"You swore to me that she wouldn't be harmed!" Diamond snarled, slamming closed the doors to the High Lady Kilaki's throne room. "You promised she would be mine!"
Kilaki didn't seem the least bit surprised to see him. "I did promise, and I fully intended to keep that promise." She told him smoothly. "But Beryl acted completely without my orders, I told her to let the girl live, and she deliberately ignored me. That woman was blinded by her hatred." She sighed. "If only there were some way to make her pay. But I did agree to take her into my services, after all, and so I'm honor bound not to harm her." A sudden thought occurred to her and she smiled suddenly. "However . "
"However?"
"Well, there is nothing I could do if someone else decided she needed to be punished."
Diamond began a slow smile.
~
To Be Continued
Okay, that's enough for now. I can't believe how many people were upset about Usagi's death. Did you forget they could wish her back? (giggles) I figured, if Akira Toriyama can kill off his main character, I can, too.