DISCLAIMER: Sorry for the long wait. Oh, the idea's I have for this fic! I
just seem to have trouble writing them down. Poo. Well, I don't own Sailor
Moon or Dragonball Z. Glad we got that out of the way. Enjoy the fic
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Chichi, Goku, and Goten were sitting in the car, driving back home from the city. (Reluctantly in Goku's case.) It would have been much easier to just fly back. But would Chichi listen? Nooooooooo. "Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? We would get there so much faster and I'm getting hungry!" Goku whined terribly.
Chichi glared at him, making him slouch in the passenger seat. "Not a chance Goku. You think I didn't see the damage you did to the car when you picked it up and flew us there? We'll just see about desert tonight."
"Awwwww!" Goku and Goten said in unison. Goku pouted and Goten looked about ready to cry.
Goku sat up in his seat suddenly, a brief look of horror on his face. GOHAN! He felt it. He could feel two strong ki's in the city. He felt his son's ki rise and then fall drastically. Then, he failed to feel it at all.
Something happened. Now he could fail to pick up his sons ki at all. It disappeared. He didn't die. He energy was too strong a moment ago to just have disappeared all together. Something happened.
Chichi looked over and saw that her husbands face had become hard. Impassive. She knew that look. He only made that look when something was wrong. And when he made that face, something could only be most definitely wrong. "Goku, what is it?"
Goku forced a smile on his face and a cheery voice. "Oh nothing! I just remembered I'd forgotten something at Gohan's apartment! I need to go back and get it!" Goku began climbing out of the car, oblivious to the fact that it was going 110 mph. Not that it mattered in his case. "Don't worry, I'll be back before too long."
Goten jumped out of his seat and began hopping around the car in excitement. "Oo! Oo! Can I come? Can I come? Can I? Can I? Can I?"
He was about to tell him kindly that he couldn't come. Or that he didn't need too. But his son foresaw the answer and immediately gave him the sad puppy dog eyes. "Not- don't- you- ah sure! Why not?" he smiled as Goten jumped forward and attached himself to his father chest.
"This isn't going to be one of your month long excursions is it?" Chichi asked her husband, but when she looked over he was already climbing out of the car and flying back toward the city. Goten at his side.
"Bye Chichi! See you later!" Goku yelled just before he was out of shouting range. He powered up and went shooting off into the sky.
"So what did you forget over at Gohan's? Huh dad?" Goten asked.
"Nothing son. We're going to help Gohan." I only hope we get there in time. He thought to himself with a frown. Goten noticed this too.
"Is Gohan in trouble?" Goten asked worriedly.
"I don't know son. But that's what we're going to find out."
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"So you mean Gohan was actually the golden haired fighter from before?" Mina asked shockingly.
Some of the other girls nodded their heads at Mina. At least, that's what they had been able to figure out so far. At this point, all they could do is wait for Raye to get over the shock and perhaps tell them more when she was ready. And they WOULD wait.
Raye sat in circle with her friends, but said nothing. Barely aware of her surroundings. The other scouts had taken her back to the temple and got her back into her regular cloths. Her gaze was focused on the floor in front of her.
Why did she have to call out his name like that? She didn't want to see that angry look in his eyes that she had seen. But she did not want him to die either. He protected her. Just as she had protected him. And he paid the ultimate price. And it was all her fault.
"Wow." Mina said sadly. They all bowed their heads down as they suddenly remembered what had happened. Or at least what they gathered from Raye. Gohan had fought the Nega-verse creep, and died protecting Raye.
And there was nothing they could do to console her about it right now. Raye felt herself to blame for all this. Gohan's death. Though they weren't sure why. And no words of wisdom right now could compensate for it.
Serena, (if she felt it even possible) bowed her head even lower. Now wishing that she had not gotten in the way of her and Gohan so much. It appeared that Raye feelings were a bit deeper for Gohan than her own. Serena was in it for the looks. Boy, she felt like crap.
"Raye, I don't know what happened, but it was not your fault. From what we saw before and what you told us, nothing could have stopped him from fighting." Luna sat in front of her. Pity showing on her face as much as it was the other scouts.
"No, it was my fault. I distracted him." The memory came to her like crashing waters again and again. The smile on his face when Gohan looked at her, just before he was engulfed by the dark energy.
Amy stood up and placed a hand on Raye's shoulder. Forcing her to look up at her. "Raye, I know this is hard, considering this only happened earlier today. But you have to move on."
"She's right Raye." Lita nodded her head at her. Forcing a collected face. "Casualties happen. We are the Sailor Senshi. And we have to protect the city. And we cant to that without you."
Raye was just about to tell them all to shove it, when surprisingly she didn't have to. Serena stood up. "Guys, leave her alone for a while." She motioned for the others to leave the room. They hung their heads low and left the room. Followed lastly by Serena. "Raye, it my fault too. I'm sorry."
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Mogroth watched shockingly as Lexiena placed the Sajin in front of her, before him, right before his very eyes. Honestly, he didn't believe she was strong enough to defeat the sajin so easily. The scouts, yes. But the sajin was a complete surprise.
His power far outweighed that of many of his creations combined. And the Sailor Scouts as well. Perhaps this sajin was not as strong as he thought it was. No matter. His energy would still come in hand.
"Very good Lexiena. Your work pleases me very much so. Prepare the capsules to drain his energy as soon as possible. I don't want him waking up anytime soon." His voice boomed in the darkness and the red eyes that floated in space slowly closed.
"Yes, your majesty." Lexiena bowed slightly, much to her discomfort. She wasn't positive, but she felt to be in a great larger amount of pain than the unconscious sajin right now.
He had beaten and bruised her up rather good. If the Sailor Brat had not distracted him so, she had little doubt that she would be dead right now. Thank goodness for small favors.
The capsule was brought out and she sealed him inside. 'It's a shame.' She thought to herself as she connected his body to it to extract the energy. 'He is rather good looking.' Noting his bare and scarred chest that was blown off in the energy attack.
'Such a tremendous energy for one being.' She remembered the look of anger on his face as he transformed into, whatever that was. The anger was incredible. A shame he was unable to stay like that.
The machine activated itself as dark pulses of energy ran itself over his body. Slowly draining the energy out of it. 'Too late now.' She thought to herself.
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Bourkan ran across the rooftops of the buildings. Jumping swiftly, one to another. Hiding in the darkness. Looking to cause trouble so that Sayiaman would show up. Then he could gather the information he needed on him and he could get the hell out of this world.
He stopped on a rooftop when the sound of someone screaming caught his ear. He looked down. It wasn't a robbery. Just some domestic dispute. Nothing that would get the Sayiaman's attention. Still, he couldn't pass up the chance to beat up some stupid humans.
Jumping down into the street, Mr. Savior looked about for the source of the screaming. It was late at night. The streets were almost devoid. Father down the road he saw three men chasing after someone. A woman with light blue hair.
A twinge of anger went through his body. A picture of Trista going through his mind. Running forward, he appeared in front of the three men chasing after her. They paused in their run at his strange appearance in front of them.
"Get out of my way!" One of them yelled at him. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. Which seemed to infuriate the man in front of him. Bourkan inwardly smirked.
The man stepped forward and threw a punch at him. Hitting him in the face. Bourkan's head turned slightly at the impact. He turned his face back at the man and glared at him. The three men took cautious steps backward.
Mr. Savior picked up the man that hit him and threw him none to gently into his other two friends. They all got up hurriedly and ran in the opposite direction. He grunted in satisfaction and turned around in the direction the woman had gone off running. He was surprised to find that she was standing a few yards behind him.
It was not Trista. No. This woman was a little older than her. She looked a little beaten up and was holding something in her arms. An infant. But the child seemed to be okay. His earlier anger drained from him. A thought came to mind. "Why were they chasing you?"
The woman shied away from him a little. But regained her confidence when she looked at the sleeping babe. "I didn't want the alcoholic bastard to be the father of my child."
Understandable. Very much so. He wished he could have been so fortunate with a mother. Or a father even. He had lived in service to the darkness for so long that he had forgotten who they were. "So you have anywhere to go?" He asked again.
She nodded her head at him. "Yes, I have a friends house I am going to stay at until I get back on my feet again." She stood awkwardly. Without notice, she felt as he picked her up bridle style and began walking her down the street. She blushed. "Its only two blocks. 346 Vendor Street."
She felt a strong gust of wind. When she looked around. She found herself in front of her friends house. Still in his arms. He stood her back up carefully and smiled slightly at.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving us. Mr. . ." She paused when she realized that she did not know her savior's name. This time, he smiled wryly at her.
"Savior. . . Mr. Savior." Hn. He thought to himself. Suddenly, his superhero name didn't sound all that bad anymore.
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Chichi, Goku, and Goten were sitting in the car, driving back home from the city. (Reluctantly in Goku's case.) It would have been much easier to just fly back. But would Chichi listen? Nooooooooo. "Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? We would get there so much faster and I'm getting hungry!" Goku whined terribly.
Chichi glared at him, making him slouch in the passenger seat. "Not a chance Goku. You think I didn't see the damage you did to the car when you picked it up and flew us there? We'll just see about desert tonight."
"Awwwww!" Goku and Goten said in unison. Goku pouted and Goten looked about ready to cry.
Goku sat up in his seat suddenly, a brief look of horror on his face. GOHAN! He felt it. He could feel two strong ki's in the city. He felt his son's ki rise and then fall drastically. Then, he failed to feel it at all.
Something happened. Now he could fail to pick up his sons ki at all. It disappeared. He didn't die. He energy was too strong a moment ago to just have disappeared all together. Something happened.
Chichi looked over and saw that her husbands face had become hard. Impassive. She knew that look. He only made that look when something was wrong. And when he made that face, something could only be most definitely wrong. "Goku, what is it?"
Goku forced a smile on his face and a cheery voice. "Oh nothing! I just remembered I'd forgotten something at Gohan's apartment! I need to go back and get it!" Goku began climbing out of the car, oblivious to the fact that it was going 110 mph. Not that it mattered in his case. "Don't worry, I'll be back before too long."
Goten jumped out of his seat and began hopping around the car in excitement. "Oo! Oo! Can I come? Can I come? Can I? Can I? Can I?"
He was about to tell him kindly that he couldn't come. Or that he didn't need too. But his son foresaw the answer and immediately gave him the sad puppy dog eyes. "Not- don't- you- ah sure! Why not?" he smiled as Goten jumped forward and attached himself to his father chest.
"This isn't going to be one of your month long excursions is it?" Chichi asked her husband, but when she looked over he was already climbing out of the car and flying back toward the city. Goten at his side.
"Bye Chichi! See you later!" Goku yelled just before he was out of shouting range. He powered up and went shooting off into the sky.
"So what did you forget over at Gohan's? Huh dad?" Goten asked.
"Nothing son. We're going to help Gohan." I only hope we get there in time. He thought to himself with a frown. Goten noticed this too.
"Is Gohan in trouble?" Goten asked worriedly.
"I don't know son. But that's what we're going to find out."
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"So you mean Gohan was actually the golden haired fighter from before?" Mina asked shockingly.
Some of the other girls nodded their heads at Mina. At least, that's what they had been able to figure out so far. At this point, all they could do is wait for Raye to get over the shock and perhaps tell them more when she was ready. And they WOULD wait.
Raye sat in circle with her friends, but said nothing. Barely aware of her surroundings. The other scouts had taken her back to the temple and got her back into her regular cloths. Her gaze was focused on the floor in front of her.
Why did she have to call out his name like that? She didn't want to see that angry look in his eyes that she had seen. But she did not want him to die either. He protected her. Just as she had protected him. And he paid the ultimate price. And it was all her fault.
"Wow." Mina said sadly. They all bowed their heads down as they suddenly remembered what had happened. Or at least what they gathered from Raye. Gohan had fought the Nega-verse creep, and died protecting Raye.
And there was nothing they could do to console her about it right now. Raye felt herself to blame for all this. Gohan's death. Though they weren't sure why. And no words of wisdom right now could compensate for it.
Serena, (if she felt it even possible) bowed her head even lower. Now wishing that she had not gotten in the way of her and Gohan so much. It appeared that Raye feelings were a bit deeper for Gohan than her own. Serena was in it for the looks. Boy, she felt like crap.
"Raye, I don't know what happened, but it was not your fault. From what we saw before and what you told us, nothing could have stopped him from fighting." Luna sat in front of her. Pity showing on her face as much as it was the other scouts.
"No, it was my fault. I distracted him." The memory came to her like crashing waters again and again. The smile on his face when Gohan looked at her, just before he was engulfed by the dark energy.
Amy stood up and placed a hand on Raye's shoulder. Forcing her to look up at her. "Raye, I know this is hard, considering this only happened earlier today. But you have to move on."
"She's right Raye." Lita nodded her head at her. Forcing a collected face. "Casualties happen. We are the Sailor Senshi. And we have to protect the city. And we cant to that without you."
Raye was just about to tell them all to shove it, when surprisingly she didn't have to. Serena stood up. "Guys, leave her alone for a while." She motioned for the others to leave the room. They hung their heads low and left the room. Followed lastly by Serena. "Raye, it my fault too. I'm sorry."
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Mogroth watched shockingly as Lexiena placed the Sajin in front of her, before him, right before his very eyes. Honestly, he didn't believe she was strong enough to defeat the sajin so easily. The scouts, yes. But the sajin was a complete surprise.
His power far outweighed that of many of his creations combined. And the Sailor Scouts as well. Perhaps this sajin was not as strong as he thought it was. No matter. His energy would still come in hand.
"Very good Lexiena. Your work pleases me very much so. Prepare the capsules to drain his energy as soon as possible. I don't want him waking up anytime soon." His voice boomed in the darkness and the red eyes that floated in space slowly closed.
"Yes, your majesty." Lexiena bowed slightly, much to her discomfort. She wasn't positive, but she felt to be in a great larger amount of pain than the unconscious sajin right now.
He had beaten and bruised her up rather good. If the Sailor Brat had not distracted him so, she had little doubt that she would be dead right now. Thank goodness for small favors.
The capsule was brought out and she sealed him inside. 'It's a shame.' She thought to herself as she connected his body to it to extract the energy. 'He is rather good looking.' Noting his bare and scarred chest that was blown off in the energy attack.
'Such a tremendous energy for one being.' She remembered the look of anger on his face as he transformed into, whatever that was. The anger was incredible. A shame he was unable to stay like that.
The machine activated itself as dark pulses of energy ran itself over his body. Slowly draining the energy out of it. 'Too late now.' She thought to herself.
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Bourkan ran across the rooftops of the buildings. Jumping swiftly, one to another. Hiding in the darkness. Looking to cause trouble so that Sayiaman would show up. Then he could gather the information he needed on him and he could get the hell out of this world.
He stopped on a rooftop when the sound of someone screaming caught his ear. He looked down. It wasn't a robbery. Just some domestic dispute. Nothing that would get the Sayiaman's attention. Still, he couldn't pass up the chance to beat up some stupid humans.
Jumping down into the street, Mr. Savior looked about for the source of the screaming. It was late at night. The streets were almost devoid. Father down the road he saw three men chasing after someone. A woman with light blue hair.
A twinge of anger went through his body. A picture of Trista going through his mind. Running forward, he appeared in front of the three men chasing after her. They paused in their run at his strange appearance in front of them.
"Get out of my way!" One of them yelled at him. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. Which seemed to infuriate the man in front of him. Bourkan inwardly smirked.
The man stepped forward and threw a punch at him. Hitting him in the face. Bourkan's head turned slightly at the impact. He turned his face back at the man and glared at him. The three men took cautious steps backward.
Mr. Savior picked up the man that hit him and threw him none to gently into his other two friends. They all got up hurriedly and ran in the opposite direction. He grunted in satisfaction and turned around in the direction the woman had gone off running. He was surprised to find that she was standing a few yards behind him.
It was not Trista. No. This woman was a little older than her. She looked a little beaten up and was holding something in her arms. An infant. But the child seemed to be okay. His earlier anger drained from him. A thought came to mind. "Why were they chasing you?"
The woman shied away from him a little. But regained her confidence when she looked at the sleeping babe. "I didn't want the alcoholic bastard to be the father of my child."
Understandable. Very much so. He wished he could have been so fortunate with a mother. Or a father even. He had lived in service to the darkness for so long that he had forgotten who they were. "So you have anywhere to go?" He asked again.
She nodded her head at him. "Yes, I have a friends house I am going to stay at until I get back on my feet again." She stood awkwardly. Without notice, she felt as he picked her up bridle style and began walking her down the street. She blushed. "Its only two blocks. 346 Vendor Street."
She felt a strong gust of wind. When she looked around. She found herself in front of her friends house. Still in his arms. He stood her back up carefully and smiled slightly at.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving us. Mr. . ." She paused when she realized that she did not know her savior's name. This time, he smiled wryly at her.
"Savior. . . Mr. Savior." Hn. He thought to himself. Suddenly, his superhero name didn't sound all that bad anymore.