A Saiyan Prince and a Lunarian Princess
A/N: WOW!! I never would have thought that I would get this many reviews before!! Thank you all!!
Vegeta: *smirks* I told you that I'm a good actor
A/N: one day your arrogance gonna bring you trouble, vegeta. Anyway just wanna take note that I do not own anything, so don't sue me.
Standard disclaimers applied
Chapter 3: A new member
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Plucking up her courage, Usagi peeked opened an eye and looked below. Miniature figures of trees, oceans and mountains greeted her. A shriek of terror escaped her lips as she unconsciously buried her face into Vegeta's neck and tightened her grip around him.
Vegeta nearly lost his grip when he felt her burying her face into the crook of his neck. The foreign feeling that had plagued him earlier but with less impact, hit him hard. A scowl plastered his face, indicating his displeasure at the foreign feeling.
"Bloody onna!" he cursed absent-mindedly.
Ignoring the crude comment, Usagi shot him one of her one. "Don't you dare let go off me."
Coal eyes glinted with mischief as he smirked. "What if I do?"
"Then I'll make sure I would see to it that your life would be very miserable once I get you."
"That is if you survive the fall," Vegeta drawled out.
Delicate eyebrows creased just above the bridge of her nose. Usagi just about to shoot out her question when she felt Vegeta loosened his grip. Wide eyes, Usagi let her lungs burst with air as she does another round of free falling for the second time that day.
For that split second, Usagi had forgotten who she was and only concentrated on her death. Shutting her eyes and clamping her mouth shut, Usagi nervously did her last prayers.
Vegeta watched with satisfaction as the irritating onna fall with her screams following her. That will teach her a lesson not to boss him around. Coal pupils suddenly lost its lively colour as a vision appeared in Vegeta's mind
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Long silver gold locks trailed behind its owner as a lady clad in a light blue dress fall from the sky at high speed. The ever trustful frown marked its trademark on the ouji no saiya's face. Her hairstyle looks familiar.
"Vegeta!" she screamed.
Vegeta frowned. How did she know that he was here? He was about to step out of the shadows when he saw a startling figure flying at high speed towards the falling lady.
Blue spandex, white pair of boots and gloves, familiar chest armour greeted him. What is worst is that the man had a hair defying gravity hairstyle. In short, Vegeta saw himself flying towards the lady.
Strangely instead of seeing his usual smirk or scowl, Vegeta look alike had a very large grin on his face! Disbelieved, Vegeta watched as his look alike caught the disturbed lady around her waist and flew her gently to the ground. His look alike had his tail wrapped around her waist and faced him with the onna's back facing him.
"Don't you ever do that again, Vegeta," the lady scolded.
"Now why shouldn't I?" Vegeta's look alike smiled.
"Because I would have been splat on the ground if you hadn't caught me in time!"
"I would never do anything to harm you, love. Besides, I think you need some flying lessons from me," Vegeta watched as his look alike kissed his love.
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Suddenly the vision ended and Vegeta was back at where he was, flying in mid-air. Shaking his head to clear his mind, his heart nearly left him when he saw Usagi meters away from her death.
Firing up, Vegeta blasted at top speed towards the falling bunny. Wrapping his arms once again onto her slim waist, he brought her up to his chest and hovered from the ground. Lowering his gaze, he stared at the shut-eyed quivering bunny.
Usagi prayed silently. Wait a minute! She could have sworn that she should have been dead by now. So why isn't she dead yet? Perhaps she is dead and now waiting for judgement.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She was too young to die! She had not had the chance to see Rei's wedding, to get a person who loved her. She didn't even have the chance to get married to the person whom she loved and have children! And all because of that obnoxious impossible vegetable head! Wait until she gets her hands on him. He would be sorry then. No one could stop an angry Usagi ghost.
Slowly, Usagi opened her eyes, fully expecting a counter that separated the gates of hell and heaven. Alas it was not to be. A pair of coal eyes greeted her. A sigh escaped Usagi.
"I'm not dead am I?" Usagi asked.
Vegeta nearly smirked at her crazy question. Instead, he only raised an eyebrow.
"I guess not huh." Unconsciously, Usagi laid her head on the broad muscular chest of Vegeta.
For the third time of the day, the accursed foreign feeling crept up behind him and pounced him on the face. Whatever the feeling is, Vegeta is sure as hell do not like it.
Oblivious to her situation, Usagi turned a shade of hue. Trying to get her mind off the embarrassing situation, Usagi pulled away. Realising that she is still on air, Usagi quickly flung her arms around Vegeta's neck.
"You!" Usagi accused as she glared at the emotionless man before her.
"You nearly killed me just now. How could you do such a thing?" Usagi had to tightened her grip when Vegeta suddenly shrug.
"It was not my fault. You dared me." Vegeta replied nonchalantly.
"Well if you hadn't swept me off my feet and called me a bloody onna, I wouldn't be angry with you," Usagi slapped his broad shoulder.
Not wanting to entertain the already crazed onna, Vegeta fired up his ki and blasted off towards his destination. All the while, the crazy onna in his arms ranted and rave.
By the time the odd couple had reached their destination, Vegeta's blank look had turned into a fierce frown. "Doesn't this onna ever stop?" Vegeta asked himself once his feet touched the ground.
Usagi instantly lost her train of thoughts when her feet touched the ground. Letting her grip off the vegetable head, Usagi turned around only to meet a huge dome like house. "Capsule Corp," Usagi read the inscription on the house.
Falling into steps with Vegeta, she quickly followed the irritated man into the dome house.
"Onna! Onna!" Vegeta bellowed as he marched through the house.
Usagi had to gather up all of her composer from putting a stopper or a large cork into the overbearing idiot in front of her. "Must you be so loud? I can bet that the people at the other of the world could hear you," she hissed as Vegeta went into another round of bellowing.
"At least I don't nag like an ancient old woman," Vegeta drawled out. Vegeta felt a slight sting and glanced down. Usagi was right beside him with her hands on her waist looking terribly frisked. Now why wasn't he surprised that she caused the sting?
"I do not nag," Usagi bit out.
"Whoever said it was you?" he raised an eyebrow. An outraged gasp escaped Usagi's lips as her face contorts into anger.
"Are you mocking me veggie?"
Vegeta nearly smiled at her outbursts. In fact, he is enjoying her refreshing display and he couldn't seem to stop teasing her. Tease her? Kami sama! Kakarot's attitude must have been rubbing on him.
"Well that depends on whom I am expressing it to."
On a far end of a corner, a pair of bewildered eyes watched the soap opera. Since Vegeta barely spat a decent word much less teasing a poor lady, one could just imagine the shock Bulma is having at the moment. The prince of ice is actually bantering with a brave woman that has a temper matching his own. A beautiful woman to be exact.
Stepping out of the shadows just in time before the odd couple starts tearing at each other's necks, Bulma cleared her throat. All at once the attention was directed at the blue haired genius. "Who did you kidnapped this time Vegeta?"
Before Vegeta could retort at the rude assumption, Usagi stepped in front of him. "Oh don't get it wrong miss. Vegeta did not kidnap me. In fact, he saved me the trouble of scouting for a civilisation."
Twice that day, Bulma was shocked. A woman is actually standing up for Vegeta and defending him. After this, she will immediately go inside her lab and search for any sign of earth coming to an end.
"I don't need you making excuses for me, woman."
Usagi heard the arrogant remark and turned around to give the impossible snob behind her a piece of her mind. "You are certainly ungrateful aren't you? Here I am trying to make your reputation clean and there you are not appreciating my efforts."
"Woman, my reputation is never clean," Vegeta smirked. A slight flash of pain flicked in his eyes but he was quick to cover it. Not quick enough for someone though.
Usagi noted the pain in his eyes and her heart clenched in reaction. What had happened to cause him pain? Dismissing the thought from her mind, Usagi turned once again towards the blue haired woman.
"Excuse me but can you tell us where Bulma-san is?"
This time, Bulma truly smiled. "Actually she is standing right in front of you." Somehow the smile seemed contagious that Usagi too smiled.
Vegeta unconsciously watched Usagi smile with heated gaze. This is the first time he had ever seen her smile since she had dropped out of the damn portal. Usagi looks beautiful and almost looked like a goddess when she smiled.
Realising where his thoughts are leading, Vegeta disgustedly pushed the thought away. Without announcing his leave, Vegeta strode towards the exit door.
Panic filled Usagi when she realised that Vegeta was not behind her. Turning around, she saw him striding out of the hall. Without even thinking, she asked, "Matte Vegeta! Where are you going?"
Vegeta heard the panic and fear in her voice. For unknown sentiment he stopped walking. Throwing a glance at the panic faced bunny, Vegeta drawled, "I'm going to my room. You have tire me with your endless nagging and screeching. Perhaps you can nag Bulma to death."
Without even waiting for an answer, Vegeta closed the door behind him. A small smirk played at his lips when an unladylike gasp came from behind the closed door. She is going to be fine.
"But Bulma, I don't have any clothes." Realising that fact, the blue haired woman slapped her forehead at her idiocy.
"Hold on while I go and get clothes for you." Usagi watched her new friend dashed out of her new room. The bunny felt guilty troubling her friend. If only she had her luna pen. Then things won't be so complicated as this. To make things worse, she don't even have any cent and not to mention and id with her. This is all Pluto's fault.
Knowing that wallowing in self-pity is useless, Usagi looked around at her new room. A large king size bed stood magnificently at the centre of the room. An elegant dresser and night stand followed suit as they took their position near the veranda.
Glancing at the large zendy cupboard, Usagi wondered why would one want a big cupboard like that. Why the size of that thing covered half of the length of the large room. On top of that, it even reached the ceiling.
Walking bare feet on the posh Persian carpet, Usagi walked towards a full-length mirror. A small smile played at her lips as she touched the silver stars vine with golden crescent engraftment on the mirror's frame. If they only knew.
"I brought your clothes, Usagi." Usagi turned around to accept the held out clothes.
Bulma turned around to leave Usagi with her privacy when she remembered something. "Dinner will be at seven. I'll see you later at the kitchen, ne?"
Usagi nodded her acknowledgement. Walking towards the connecting toilet, Usagi began preparing himself.
Grunts and strings of curses were heard from the kitchen. Curious, a slender leg stepped into the kitchen.
"What are you cooking Bulma?"
The blue haired lady paused her work and looked up. A chagrin smile stretched on her face. "Oh I'm not cooking. In fact, I can't even cook to survive."
A delicate eyebrow arched up as Usagi walked into the kitchen counter. "If you want, I could help you cook."
"It is ok really. You need not help. I can manage."
Usagi could tell that Bulma was lying. She was smiling too much to be real. Smiling warmly, she asked "How many?"
With a defeated slump of her shoulders, the worn out woman replied. "Ten but you might want to cook for the entire battalion. Their appetite will amaze you. Even Chichi could not cope with their daily diet."
Aquamarine eyes widened. A battalion? If only she knows how much she could eat. Laughing softly, Usagi began preparing the ingredients for her battalion menu.
Beads of crystalline water ran down his chiselled body. Muscles rippled as Vegeta towelled himself dry. Strands of wet hair that used to defy gravity now hung loosely, framing his chiselled face. Without even bothering to dry his hair, the prince of saiyan threw himself on the bed.
It was a rare sight to behold. The ever so cold, expressionless and guarded prince is lying down with his wet hair splayed wildly on the bed. The last ray of the evening sun touched his bared chest making him look like a mystical sun god. His fathomless coal eyes now mirrored his feelings.
Now why did he feel uneasy around her? And what is the strange feeling that kept pouncing him from the whenever she is near him and he really meant near. Chigau, is she some kind of a witch? Worst still, why was he even bothered at the thought of her in distraught? A slight frown creased his face. What is happening to me?
A slight knock brought him out of his silent musing. "Nani?!" he snapped irritatedly.
"That new friend… now what is her name? Oh yes, Usagi wants me to tell you that dinner is ready."
Goku. The third class saiyan baka. Sitting up, he acknowledged the announcement.
Usagi had to check her discipline before she burst out laughing. Piles of almost licked clean dishes piled on the great dining table as the occupants busied themselves with the delicious delicacies. Last time, she had thought she was the only one who could wipe ten dishes clean. But she changed her mind. Bulma sure didn't lie when she said that their appetite would amaze her.
"Waah! Usagi-san cooks well!" a young teenager with spiky hair remarked as he pat his bulging belly.
"Gohan is right. I had never tasted anything like it before!" realising something, Gohan's father cautiously eyed his wife.
Slowly, the bun haired woman looked up and grinned widely. "You truly beat my cooking Usagi. You have to share me the recipes."
Usagi giggled as the tensed Goku sighed out in relief. More comments of appreciation flew from the table making Usagi blush. "Arigatou mina," the silvery blond bowed. Almost everyone had complimented her cooking. Almost.
A certain dark haired prince remains quiet as he munched off his twentieth plate. He had not even muttered a thing since he had came down for dinner. The dragon ball's gang was not surprised by this since he it was a normal occurrence. But to others who are new to it, well one could get the wrong impression.
Goku saw the broken expression on the petite blond's face and he nearly gave into the urge to kick the ouji no saiya. "So what is dessert?"
Instantly, Usagi's face brightened. "I made my favourite, walnut brownies."
Coal eyes watched as Usagi brought in dessert. He had to check his saliva gland when dessert was served thick hot fudge syrup drips from the large walnut brownies. A large scoop of macadamia honeyed ice cream and whipped cream topped the delicacy.
With controlled discipline, he scooped the food into his mouth. The sinful taste of the combination nearly drove him off the edge. When he first tasted her dish, he was surprised at it. It was so overwhelming that it filled his senses. He had never felt so refreshed before. Now that he had tasted the pearl of the banquet, he felt contented.
When everyone had finished, the men moved to the hall leaving the women to their cleaning. Vegeta was the last to move. When he was sure that nobpdu was out of hearing distance, he approached the silvery blond.
In a monotonous voice, he said, "Onna. It was nice."
Usagi stared wide eyes at the retreating figure. It took her quite a while for the words to register in her hazy mind. When she did, she had a grin on her face.
"YOU DID WHAT?!!" the dark green haired woman grimaced at her friend's outburst.
"How could you, Setsuna! She may be in danger!" a purple haired teenager exclaimed as she tries to get over the shock.
She is not here. She is not here! His princess is not in this dimension. Brandishing his space sword from out of nowhere, he neared the guardian of time. Setsuna swallowed the large clump in her throat as she eyed the menacing scimitar. She had anticipated it is going to be bad, but not to this extend!
"You better bring her back," Haruka hissed as he swung the blade to his friend's neck.
"Haruka! Yamero!" a frantic teal haired woman pleaded as she tries to hold her crazed boyfriend.
Ruby eyes clashed with hazels. "I can't much as I want, I can't," she breathed out.
"Can't or won't?" he demanded.
"I can't. It is both the queen and hime's wish."
Miraculously, the senshi of death and storm managed to get the menacing scimitar out of the way. "What do you mean, Setsuna?"
Before Pluto could answer Hotaru's question, a soft glowing ball of light appeared. The three frantic outers watched in awe as the light slowly morphed into a familiar figure.
"My senshi…" the voice whispered.
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A/N: hehehe… I just can't help myself having an ending like this. Even my classmate was about to tear me to pieces for ending it as so. So what did you guys think of this chapter? Once again I'm so sorry if I took a very long time updating this fic *dodges the flying daggers* if u guys kill me then u won't know the outcome of the story…lol and I shall bring the rest of the story with me…lol