Sea of Hazel
Child of the Goddess
Chapter II: Angel of War
Part I: Earth
He stood atop a cliff, looking down over the crashing waves below. It was quiet there, peaceful, a place where
there would be no demons to battle but his own. Here, he was alone.
A soft breeze shifted through his hair, sending lilac bangs over deep saphire eyes, yet he made no move to push them away.
Unsheathing his sword, he took a fighting stance, jabbing it into some imaginary being. The sharp blade swung with deadly
percision, as if nothing more than an extension of it's owner. He paused. Would his father be proud?
His mother had told him many stories of Vegeta, the prince of Vegetasei, his father. Would he be proud to call him his son?
He had left his home, left the future, to change what was to come. Goku would now be alive to fight, and the people of Earth
would no longer be doomed to the world where he had been raised, a world where war and choas reigned. But, would his father
be proud?
The blade continued.
It was only when he heard the distant call of his future mother informing him that dinner was ready did he halt his training,
his muscles sore but his mind clear. He found training to be theraputic, relieving all the built up tension that never seemed
to dissapate entirely from his body. He wanted to tell Bulma that she was his mother, to have her hold him as she used to, but
he could not... at least until he was sure the time was right. But Gods, he missed her.
Another call interupted his thoughts and he quickly shook them from his mind, sliding his long gleaming sword back into its
holster as he levitated himself off the ground and flew towards home. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply the sent the was
uniquely Earth's.
The burning orange of the sunset encased his body, highlighting his skin a golden bronze and his hair a deep violet.
His eyes suddenly flew open, his senses on edge, as a familiar sensation raced through his body.
He could feel it. Power.
He paused in mid flight, reaching out with his own ki to locate it. Knitting his brows together in concentration, he felt
further into the depths of the forest and into the horizon.
In his mind's eye he envisioned three men, two of which pure evil, the third only partially. He turned, flying at top speed
towards them, knowing the rest of Earth's special forces were already on their way.
Usagi watched with unhindered curiousity as clouds of dirt rose and fell with each step, the dust settling on the tops of her
white boots. Green grass blew in soft waves at their feet as large trees towered and swayed above them, seeming to kiss the
beautiful crimson sky. Earth.
She had heard many stories of the maginificent planet of deep blues and rich greens, and the weak humans who resided on it.
Vegeta had been reluctant to allow her to come with him on Freiza's latest assignment, but after much begging and pleading
he had finally agreed, under the condition, however, that she remain out of his way.
It was her first time to leave the confinements of the palace grounds. She had been training much of her life, always working
to improve her techniches under the guidence of her teachers, Vegeta, Nappa, and Radditz. Day in and day out she would train,
often until she collapsed,but it was all for him. She really had never cared much for fighting, never loved it as Vegeta had. No,
it was him she loved. He was a father to her, and though he would never admit it, he recipricated completely. He had even confided in
her on a few, however rare, occasions, once even explaining to her the true reason for his anger.
She was five when he told her, quite young by Saiya-jin standards yet old enough to understand his hate. She had asked him why
he was so angry, and for once, instead of reprimanding her about her training or her stupid questions, he had given her an answer.
Frieza had killed his father.
It was only later when she truly understood the complete meaning behind the simple words. He had sided with Frieza, taking each
assignment given to him, however brutal and cruel. He destroyed planets and battled warriors of all races to become stronger,
so that in the end he could defeat Freiza.
Since then she had trained only for him, continued even when her body protested with every bruised muscule and broken bone.
She would fight beside him, and he would be free of the demons that drove him.
"Usa, keep your end of the bargain." his voice interupted her thoughts.
She nodded, only now having sensed the beings heading towards them at great speeds.
There were six, yet only three would be strong enough to cause them any delay. It would be the first real fight she had witnessed,
and although she had never really enjoyed fighting, the Saiya-jin blood coursing through her veins thought otherwise as her body
uncontiously tensed in preparation for battle, her tail curling tighter around her waist in anticipation.
They landed in silent determination, each taking a fighting stance. There were four, only three of which having ki above human
level, making them greatly outnumbered by their well-trained six. Trunks's eyes roamed over the three men, taking careful
consideration to detail. The two shorter ones, he noted, had tails, marking them unmistakably as Saiya-jins. The third was of a
different race, but still strong enough to match his enormous size. Yet the strongest by far was, oddly enough, the shortest of the
three, one of the two Saiya-jins, and undoubtably the leader. His blue eyes flickered on him mometarily as an erie recognision crept
over him, but the feeling vanished as quickly as it had come.
His gaze then traveled to the fourth person, scanning him for any amount of ki that would be considered threatening, yet found none.
He wore a dark hooded cape, cloaking his face and body, much unlike the thick armor the three beside him wore. Only cerulean eyes
peered out from the otherwise concealing attaire, and he wondered momentarily what such a person was doing with a group of warriors.
Goku was the first to break the silence.
Usagi watched, concealed beneath her cloak, as the six men took their fighting stances before them, her excitment and curiousity
growing with each passing moment. Her eyes scanned the men not fifty feet before her, pausing momentarily on the one with lilac
hair. He was watching her, studying her, much as how she was doing them. He showed no emotions, yet she knew it was only a mask,
a facade not unlike the one she had used so many times before. The man with raven black hair, remarkably like Vegeta's in it's
gravity defience, spoke, gaining their attention.
"Who are you?"
She knew Vegeta was smirking.
"My name's Nappa, and you better remember it for when you're beg'n for mercy!" Nappa laughed arrogantly as he stepped forward,
gathering a ball of ki into the palms of his hands.
The attack failed, seeming to go straight through him. Usagi scowled. The fool, he was underestimating them.
"I'll give you one last chance to leave Earth, or you'll have to go through us." the man yelled across the clearing, feet planted
firmly on the ground as if to back his statement. No one moved.
"We gave you a chance. Remember that." he said quietly, almost regretfully, as he fell into a fighting stance.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that, the weaker falling under Nappa and Radditz's attacks, the stronger
continuing with all they had. They were fairing quite well actually, much more then she had origionally expected, but they were
neither gaining nor loosing ground.
Her gaze uncontiously followed the youngest of the warriors, watching intensly his every move. Sweat beaded off his muscular
body, his eye's those of determination. Even with the eyesite of a Saiya-jin she was barely able to keep up with him. Her head
tilted slightly to one side, her finely arched brows creasing in confusion. Why fight so hard? He knew that they would loose, so
why continue?
Because their hearts were pure, her mind answered, and they would protect their planet and people till the end.
She admired them for that.
Nappa screamed and gathered another orb of ki into his large hands, preparing to launch it at the man she had watched so intensly,
who was momentarily busy with Radditz. Usagi reacted on impulse, allowing her heart, her soul, to guide her as she flew with a
speed not even Vegeta could rival to block the attack.
She had to save him, her mind told her, she had to save him.
"USAGI!"
Trunks' concentration was momentarily lost as the silent leader of the group screamed, a look of anger and fear crossing his
once emotionless face. But he never noticed the attack that had been thrown at him from behind, or Radditz quickly vanishing out
of its path. He turned just as the cloaked man flew towards him from his left, boots slidding into the earth until he had stoped
directly in the path of the blast. Long, slender arms reached out from under the midnight blue cover, and with an explosion of
light the attack was blocked. Trunks slowly lowered his arm from its protective position in front of his face, lavender hair
settling back over his eyes as the intense wind died and the dust settled. The figure turned, breathing heavily, her cerulean
eyes immediatly coming to rest on his saffire. He stared at the figure before him in unmasked confusion, and Usagi, as if
having read his mind, removed the hood of the cloak. Seemingly endless waves of golden tresses fell now unrestrained to her
ankles, small buns on either side of her head. Beneath the cloak she wore blue and white armor, much like that of her leader's
aside from the knee-length white boots. Even in armor it was obvious she was of a slight frame, her body petite yet flawless.
She stared at him through cerulean eyes, now seeming even deeper, her full pink lips parted slightly and her cheeks rosey from
the exert of power she had displayed moments before. Simply stated, she was beautiful.
"Who are you?" Trunks, being the first to find his voice, asked as he stared at the woman who had just saved him from her own ally.
She crossed the few remaining feet between as if in a trance until she stood close enough for him to smell her soft vinilla scent,
her dulled eyes never leaving the deapths of his. But what struck him odd most was not her orbs of ocean blue or strange actions,
but the cresent moon on her forehead, glowing a steady gold. She seemed almost ageless, immortal, in her ethreal features, as her
fingers reached up to gently trail a path down his cheek.
"Cest' centeri emir. Ammo jinete, Trunks..."
Even with Saiya-jin hearing he had to strain to hear her soft voice, yet the language was lost on him. Her legs suddenly began
to give way, her body collasping beneath her as she fell into unconsiousness, the birthmark fading from her forehead. His strong
arms quickly wrapped around her slender waist, holding her to him with a gentleness he had never known.
"Let her go." Vegeta growled, his ki rising considerably.
It wasn't a request.
The Saiya-jin glared at him, challenging him to disobey. Trunks only glared back with an equal icyness as Piccolo spoke from
behind them, grasping his wounded arm as he struggled to stand.
"That language... she's a--"
"She is a Lunarian."
All eyes turned towards the feminine voice, meeting the crimson gaze of a tall woman clad in a short pleaded black and white
uniform, a long staff in one hand. Pine-green hair cascaded down her back, her skin tanned and exotic, as she stared at them
with a look of infinate wisdom, making her seem much older then the mere twenty-three that she had at fist glance appeared to be.
"A Lunarian? That can't be... they died off years ago." Piccolo continued, green brows creasing.
"She is a Lunarian, that i can assure you. And she is the last." her gaze shifted purposly to Vegeta. He only grunted in
response.
"But how is this possible?"
"I cannot continue until i have warned you of the consequences. In hearing this information, you will be putting your lives
at risk, and excepting that she--" she motioned with her staff to the girl in Trunks' arms,"--will then become your
responsiblity. Do not look upon this lightly, your decision could mean the difference between life and death for millions.
Remember, there is no turning back once i have begun. All those who wish to leave, please do so now."
"Hmp. Stupid woman, that's my brat... i stay."
Vegeta stepped forward, Nappa and Radditz following in suit.
Trunks watched with furrowed brows as his allies stepped forward as well, embracing this woman's words without hesitation. How
could they trust her- a stranger? For all they knew she could be in league with the men they had just battled. After all, they
were just as unknown to him as she. But as his gaze flickered between the girl in his arms and the dark visage of the woman, he
knew without question that what she spoke would be of no deciet nor lies.
"If it involves the people of Earth, then i guesss i have no choice."
"I'm with my dad." Gohan said as he stepped in line beside his father.
Krillin and Yamcha pulled themselves up from the ground.
"Well, if Goku's in... so am i."
"Me too."
"I will stay as well."
Trunks glanced down at the woman in his embrace, her chest slowly raising and falling in tune with her rythmatic breathing.
To pledge his life to her, to this girl he knew nothing about, would mean he would never be able to return to the future, to
his home. He would be forced to live out the remainder of his life in the past. And if this girl was as important as they
were being lead to believe, then he
would have entered yet another war.
He sighed, gathering the woman into his arms.
"I stay."
Pluto's crimson lips curved into a soft smile. They would keep their word.
"Very well then. Listen well, for i do not know if we shall meet again. I am known as the Guardian of Time, Sailor Pluto. I
am the soul keeper of the time stream, yet i belong to the court of the Moon Kingdom under the queen, Selene, and her daughter,
Serenity." She paused, and it was an infinite saddness that passed through her vermilion eyes. "Selene was a goddess who had
fallen in love with a mortal Saiya-jin, and for him she gave up her title and immortality, becoming queen and protector of our
solar system. Her lover, unfortunatly, was killed before their only child was born. Not long after, a war erupted and Selene
and her court, the Sailor senshi and queens of their own respective planets, were also killed, along with their heirs. And yet--"
her peircing red gaze shifted to Vegeta, "--the child of Selene survived. Princess Serenity is a hybred of goddess and Saiya-jin,
and as such will be the most powerfull being the universewill ever know. Without her, all would be lost. Within her lies the
Ginzuishou, a crystal of unfathomable power, used to rival evil and chaos. Only she can weild it now that Selene is gone. But
there are always conseqences. The crystal is not of the mortal plains. It is, like the heavens, eternal, and binds itself to
whom it chooses... Serenity is purity in its simplest form, the crystal has already chosen her. But because she is only half
goddess, she will not be immortal, yet her soul will. As long as chaos exists, she will be reborn over and over again for the
rest of eternity, never resting, and never joining her mother in the heavens. She is the eternal protector of the cosmos...
and she is now in your care."
Tears welled up in the eternal senshi's eyes as she stared lovingly at the peaceful form her mistress as all eyes turned in
wonder towards the girl in Trunk's arms.
"Please take good care of my princess, she is very important to me, as she soon will be to all of you. When she wakes, do not
tell her of our meeting, she will learn of this in time."
Sailor Pluto smiled, yet it held neither warmth nor coldness. Stepping backwards into a portal that seemed to have no concept
of space and time, the mist shrouded her body until no proof of the last witness to the fall of the Moon Kingdom remained.
End of Part 02
Here are the ages again:
Vegeta: 41
Serenity: 16
Mirai Trunks: 18
Gohan: 19
Goku: 40
Sorry this took so long to get out... i've been having some problems with the
computer i'm typing this on.
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~Sea of Hazel
Chapter II: Angel of War
Part I: Earth
He stood atop a cliff, looking down over the crashing waves below. It was quiet there, peaceful, a place where
there would be no demons to battle but his own. Here, he was alone.
A soft breeze shifted through his hair, sending lilac bangs over deep saphire eyes, yet he made no move to push them away.
Unsheathing his sword, he took a fighting stance, jabbing it into some imaginary being. The sharp blade swung with deadly
percision, as if nothing more than an extension of it's owner. He paused. Would his father be proud?
His mother had told him many stories of Vegeta, the prince of Vegetasei, his father. Would he be proud to call him his son?
He had left his home, left the future, to change what was to come. Goku would now be alive to fight, and the people of Earth
would no longer be doomed to the world where he had been raised, a world where war and choas reigned. But, would his father
be proud?
The blade continued.
It was only when he heard the distant call of his future mother informing him that dinner was ready did he halt his training,
his muscles sore but his mind clear. He found training to be theraputic, relieving all the built up tension that never seemed
to dissapate entirely from his body. He wanted to tell Bulma that she was his mother, to have her hold him as she used to, but
he could not... at least until he was sure the time was right. But Gods, he missed her.
Another call interupted his thoughts and he quickly shook them from his mind, sliding his long gleaming sword back into its
holster as he levitated himself off the ground and flew towards home. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply the sent the was
uniquely Earth's.
The burning orange of the sunset encased his body, highlighting his skin a golden bronze and his hair a deep violet.
His eyes suddenly flew open, his senses on edge, as a familiar sensation raced through his body.
He could feel it. Power.
He paused in mid flight, reaching out with his own ki to locate it. Knitting his brows together in concentration, he felt
further into the depths of the forest and into the horizon.
In his mind's eye he envisioned three men, two of which pure evil, the third only partially. He turned, flying at top speed
towards them, knowing the rest of Earth's special forces were already on their way.
Usagi watched with unhindered curiousity as clouds of dirt rose and fell with each step, the dust settling on the tops of her
white boots. Green grass blew in soft waves at their feet as large trees towered and swayed above them, seeming to kiss the
beautiful crimson sky. Earth.
She had heard many stories of the maginificent planet of deep blues and rich greens, and the weak humans who resided on it.
Vegeta had been reluctant to allow her to come with him on Freiza's latest assignment, but after much begging and pleading
he had finally agreed, under the condition, however, that she remain out of his way.
It was her first time to leave the confinements of the palace grounds. She had been training much of her life, always working
to improve her techniches under the guidence of her teachers, Vegeta, Nappa, and Radditz. Day in and day out she would train,
often until she collapsed,but it was all for him. She really had never cared much for fighting, never loved it as Vegeta had. No,
it was him she loved. He was a father to her, and though he would never admit it, he recipricated completely. He had even confided in
her on a few, however rare, occasions, once even explaining to her the true reason for his anger.
She was five when he told her, quite young by Saiya-jin standards yet old enough to understand his hate. She had asked him why
he was so angry, and for once, instead of reprimanding her about her training or her stupid questions, he had given her an answer.
Frieza had killed his father.
It was only later when she truly understood the complete meaning behind the simple words. He had sided with Frieza, taking each
assignment given to him, however brutal and cruel. He destroyed planets and battled warriors of all races to become stronger,
so that in the end he could defeat Freiza.
Since then she had trained only for him, continued even when her body protested with every bruised muscule and broken bone.
She would fight beside him, and he would be free of the demons that drove him.
"Usa, keep your end of the bargain." his voice interupted her thoughts.
She nodded, only now having sensed the beings heading towards them at great speeds.
There were six, yet only three would be strong enough to cause them any delay. It would be the first real fight she had witnessed,
and although she had never really enjoyed fighting, the Saiya-jin blood coursing through her veins thought otherwise as her body
uncontiously tensed in preparation for battle, her tail curling tighter around her waist in anticipation.
They landed in silent determination, each taking a fighting stance. There were four, only three of which having ki above human
level, making them greatly outnumbered by their well-trained six. Trunks's eyes roamed over the three men, taking careful
consideration to detail. The two shorter ones, he noted, had tails, marking them unmistakably as Saiya-jins. The third was of a
different race, but still strong enough to match his enormous size. Yet the strongest by far was, oddly enough, the shortest of the
three, one of the two Saiya-jins, and undoubtably the leader. His blue eyes flickered on him mometarily as an erie recognision crept
over him, but the feeling vanished as quickly as it had come.
His gaze then traveled to the fourth person, scanning him for any amount of ki that would be considered threatening, yet found none.
He wore a dark hooded cape, cloaking his face and body, much unlike the thick armor the three beside him wore. Only cerulean eyes
peered out from the otherwise concealing attaire, and he wondered momentarily what such a person was doing with a group of warriors.
Goku was the first to break the silence.
Usagi watched, concealed beneath her cloak, as the six men took their fighting stances before them, her excitment and curiousity
growing with each passing moment. Her eyes scanned the men not fifty feet before her, pausing momentarily on the one with lilac
hair. He was watching her, studying her, much as how she was doing them. He showed no emotions, yet she knew it was only a mask,
a facade not unlike the one she had used so many times before. The man with raven black hair, remarkably like Vegeta's in it's
gravity defience, spoke, gaining their attention.
"Who are you?"
She knew Vegeta was smirking.
"My name's Nappa, and you better remember it for when you're beg'n for mercy!" Nappa laughed arrogantly as he stepped forward,
gathering a ball of ki into the palms of his hands.
The attack failed, seeming to go straight through him. Usagi scowled. The fool, he was underestimating them.
"I'll give you one last chance to leave Earth, or you'll have to go through us." the man yelled across the clearing, feet planted
firmly on the ground as if to back his statement. No one moved.
"We gave you a chance. Remember that." he said quietly, almost regretfully, as he fell into a fighting stance.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that, the weaker falling under Nappa and Radditz's attacks, the stronger
continuing with all they had. They were fairing quite well actually, much more then she had origionally expected, but they were
neither gaining nor loosing ground.
Her gaze uncontiously followed the youngest of the warriors, watching intensly his every move. Sweat beaded off his muscular
body, his eye's those of determination. Even with the eyesite of a Saiya-jin she was barely able to keep up with him. Her head
tilted slightly to one side, her finely arched brows creasing in confusion. Why fight so hard? He knew that they would loose, so
why continue?
Because their hearts were pure, her mind answered, and they would protect their planet and people till the end.
She admired them for that.
Nappa screamed and gathered another orb of ki into his large hands, preparing to launch it at the man she had watched so intensly,
who was momentarily busy with Radditz. Usagi reacted on impulse, allowing her heart, her soul, to guide her as she flew with a
speed not even Vegeta could rival to block the attack.
She had to save him, her mind told her, she had to save him.
"USAGI!"
Trunks' concentration was momentarily lost as the silent leader of the group screamed, a look of anger and fear crossing his
once emotionless face. But he never noticed the attack that had been thrown at him from behind, or Radditz quickly vanishing out
of its path. He turned just as the cloaked man flew towards him from his left, boots slidding into the earth until he had stoped
directly in the path of the blast. Long, slender arms reached out from under the midnight blue cover, and with an explosion of
light the attack was blocked. Trunks slowly lowered his arm from its protective position in front of his face, lavender hair
settling back over his eyes as the intense wind died and the dust settled. The figure turned, breathing heavily, her cerulean
eyes immediatly coming to rest on his saffire. He stared at the figure before him in unmasked confusion, and Usagi, as if
having read his mind, removed the hood of the cloak. Seemingly endless waves of golden tresses fell now unrestrained to her
ankles, small buns on either side of her head. Beneath the cloak she wore blue and white armor, much like that of her leader's
aside from the knee-length white boots. Even in armor it was obvious she was of a slight frame, her body petite yet flawless.
She stared at him through cerulean eyes, now seeming even deeper, her full pink lips parted slightly and her cheeks rosey from
the exert of power she had displayed moments before. Simply stated, she was beautiful.
"Who are you?" Trunks, being the first to find his voice, asked as he stared at the woman who had just saved him from her own ally.
She crossed the few remaining feet between as if in a trance until she stood close enough for him to smell her soft vinilla scent,
her dulled eyes never leaving the deapths of his. But what struck him odd most was not her orbs of ocean blue or strange actions,
but the cresent moon on her forehead, glowing a steady gold. She seemed almost ageless, immortal, in her ethreal features, as her
fingers reached up to gently trail a path down his cheek.
"Cest' centeri emir. Ammo jinete, Trunks..."
Even with Saiya-jin hearing he had to strain to hear her soft voice, yet the language was lost on him. Her legs suddenly began
to give way, her body collasping beneath her as she fell into unconsiousness, the birthmark fading from her forehead. His strong
arms quickly wrapped around her slender waist, holding her to him with a gentleness he had never known.
"Let her go." Vegeta growled, his ki rising considerably.
It wasn't a request.
The Saiya-jin glared at him, challenging him to disobey. Trunks only glared back with an equal icyness as Piccolo spoke from
behind them, grasping his wounded arm as he struggled to stand.
"That language... she's a--"
"She is a Lunarian."
All eyes turned towards the feminine voice, meeting the crimson gaze of a tall woman clad in a short pleaded black and white
uniform, a long staff in one hand. Pine-green hair cascaded down her back, her skin tanned and exotic, as she stared at them
with a look of infinate wisdom, making her seem much older then the mere twenty-three that she had at fist glance appeared to be.
"A Lunarian? That can't be... they died off years ago." Piccolo continued, green brows creasing.
"She is a Lunarian, that i can assure you. And she is the last." her gaze shifted purposly to Vegeta. He only grunted in
response.
"But how is this possible?"
"I cannot continue until i have warned you of the consequences. In hearing this information, you will be putting your lives
at risk, and excepting that she--" she motioned with her staff to the girl in Trunks' arms,"--will then become your
responsiblity. Do not look upon this lightly, your decision could mean the difference between life and death for millions.
Remember, there is no turning back once i have begun. All those who wish to leave, please do so now."
"Hmp. Stupid woman, that's my brat... i stay."
Vegeta stepped forward, Nappa and Radditz following in suit.
Trunks watched with furrowed brows as his allies stepped forward as well, embracing this woman's words without hesitation. How
could they trust her- a stranger? For all they knew she could be in league with the men they had just battled. After all, they
were just as unknown to him as she. But as his gaze flickered between the girl in his arms and the dark visage of the woman, he
knew without question that what she spoke would be of no deciet nor lies.
"If it involves the people of Earth, then i guesss i have no choice."
"I'm with my dad." Gohan said as he stepped in line beside his father.
Krillin and Yamcha pulled themselves up from the ground.
"Well, if Goku's in... so am i."
"Me too."
"I will stay as well."
Trunks glanced down at the woman in his embrace, her chest slowly raising and falling in tune with her rythmatic breathing.
To pledge his life to her, to this girl he knew nothing about, would mean he would never be able to return to the future, to
his home. He would be forced to live out the remainder of his life in the past. And if this girl was as important as they
were being lead to believe, then he
would have entered yet another war.
He sighed, gathering the woman into his arms.
"I stay."
Pluto's crimson lips curved into a soft smile. They would keep their word.
"Very well then. Listen well, for i do not know if we shall meet again. I am known as the Guardian of Time, Sailor Pluto. I
am the soul keeper of the time stream, yet i belong to the court of the Moon Kingdom under the queen, Selene, and her daughter,
Serenity." She paused, and it was an infinite saddness that passed through her vermilion eyes. "Selene was a goddess who had
fallen in love with a mortal Saiya-jin, and for him she gave up her title and immortality, becoming queen and protector of our
solar system. Her lover, unfortunatly, was killed before their only child was born. Not long after, a war erupted and Selene
and her court, the Sailor senshi and queens of their own respective planets, were also killed, along with their heirs. And yet--"
her peircing red gaze shifted to Vegeta, "--the child of Selene survived. Princess Serenity is a hybred of goddess and Saiya-jin,
and as such will be the most powerfull being the universewill ever know. Without her, all would be lost. Within her lies the
Ginzuishou, a crystal of unfathomable power, used to rival evil and chaos. Only she can weild it now that Selene is gone. But
there are always conseqences. The crystal is not of the mortal plains. It is, like the heavens, eternal, and binds itself to
whom it chooses... Serenity is purity in its simplest form, the crystal has already chosen her. But because she is only half
goddess, she will not be immortal, yet her soul will. As long as chaos exists, she will be reborn over and over again for the
rest of eternity, never resting, and never joining her mother in the heavens. She is the eternal protector of the cosmos...
and she is now in your care."
Tears welled up in the eternal senshi's eyes as she stared lovingly at the peaceful form her mistress as all eyes turned in
wonder towards the girl in Trunk's arms.
"Please take good care of my princess, she is very important to me, as she soon will be to all of you. When she wakes, do not
tell her of our meeting, she will learn of this in time."
Sailor Pluto smiled, yet it held neither warmth nor coldness. Stepping backwards into a portal that seemed to have no concept
of space and time, the mist shrouded her body until no proof of the last witness to the fall of the Moon Kingdom remained.
End of Part 02
Here are the ages again:
Vegeta: 41
Serenity: 16
Mirai Trunks: 18
Gohan: 19
Goku: 40
Sorry this took so long to get out... i've been having some problems with the
computer i'm typing this on.
Thank you to all who reviewed!
~Sea of Hazel