Hey y'all. This is the next chapter for my story…You already know the title. If you don't, shame on you! Go back and read the title before you read any more! So any whoodles…Hope you enjoy and please don't forget to R & R!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Sailor Moon and/or Dragon Ball Z characters, although I highly wish I did!

Re-cap: And suddenly, from the corner of her violaceous eyes, Hotaru noticed two shadows coming towards her, the one in front coming considerably faster, causing her senses to go insane. Hotaru reacted violently to Vegeta's quick approach, transforming suddenly into her Sailor fuku, pointing her staff at his face, almost slicing the smirk from his lips.

Vegeta stopped immediately, as did Goku, and stared in wonder. The two were nothing alike, being rivals since the day they met, but at that moment, it seemed they shared the same brain. Who is she, and what did she do with Hotaru?

Chapter 2: Hotaru's Legacy

As Goku and Vegeta continued to stare at her in wonder, it slowly dawned upon Vegeta that he should probably move back. Looking at the staff up and down, Vegeta took a couple of steps back. That's no staff, Vegeta thought, it's a battle-ready weapon.

Hotaru stared back with cold, empty eyes. Her lips quivered slightly, not even realizing it. Her soul burned hate for Yamcha and the others. What am I thinking? she gasped to herself. These are the kind of thoughts that got me exiled here in the first place! A lonely tear rolled down her pale face, staining its delicate elegance.

He smirked slightly and chuckled a little, still vaguely frightened by the little girl's hiss fit. Hotaru cocked her head slightly. Vegeta, she thought. He is a nuisance.

For a while, they just stood there, staring at each other. They seemed to reach into each other's soul, digging deeper and deeper into the other. And finally, Vegeta became annoyed with the whole thing. "What are you staring at woman?"

Hotaru blinked, realizing that the soul searching was over. "I'm not sure yet," she said simply.

Vegeta's anger rose hatefully as the others laughed. "How dare you!" Vegeta stomped up to Hotaru, stopping when his nose almost touched hers.

Everyone watched, marveling in the two powers crashing into each other, and just stood there.

Unknown to everyone else, Vegeta was lost in Hotaru's lost, frigid eyes. They reminded him of someone else's, but he couldn't figure out who.

And then it hit him, Hotaru's bleak eyes reminded him of his eyes, and their stone stare. And in a way, they were beautiful. They kind of reminded him of a time in his sad childhood, when he was happy and excited. It reminded him of the first time he ever felt snow, when his father was still alive.

Vegeta was only 3 and he was so excited that he forgot to put on a jacket before he went to play. The snow and ice was so cold, but he didn't care. He simply wanted to play. Then, the sun began to set and it got too cold. He made his way back to the castle and shivered and sneezed and coughed, but he never noticed.

That had been the best day that he had as a child, but now that he looked into her eyes, he shivered. There was no warmth; no blanket or hot cocoa he could escape to. It almost made him sad that someone had his eyes; someone had gone numb to the hateful world around him. And without realizing it, Vegeta placed his forehead on hers, feeling her sweet warmth.

Hotaru stood flabbergasted, unable to comprehend what was going on, along with everyone else.

Vegeta could hear Hotaru's slow and steady breath; her heartbeat was erratic. Hotaru was panicking; she had never been in such a situation before. She had never been loved before.

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