I hope this program will carry over the formatting this time. It didn't last time, which made my last chapter slightly more confusing than it had to be, but oh well.

I shall fix that sometime soon.

Well, here comes another chapter. Yeah, they're still kinda far apart but hey, at least it's not 2 years again! In the time that I've spent not worrying over this chapter, I've been playing with real life again. Got a full time job now for the summer. I'm trying really hard to make some money before I head off to college in the fall, but my dad just got fired again, so my paychecks are mainly going towards things like rent, food, and bills. I'm actually not sure If I'm going to be able to go to college at all this year. If not, well, that seriously sucks for me.

Anyway, enough of my problems, how about some good things?

First of all, I ADORE my reviewers!

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I loves you guys! . You're what keeps me writing, no matter how few and far between my chapters are!

Also, this story has 6522 hits!

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I know I could bitch "Yaryar, 6522 hit, only 209 reviews!" but I don't think I shall, mainly because I read stories a lot without reviewing them myself. And 209 reviews is still a shitload in my mind!

Kays, there's a story to be written, and I shall GET ON WITH IT!

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Back on the colony, the pilots watched as Usagi and Hotaru conversed rapidly in a language none of them could even begin to understand. At least, they thought none of them could understand it, until Hiiro interjected a brief sentence in the strange, but pretty language. The re-group with Dr. J had gone rather well, Some of Usagi and Hotaru's explainations were rather thin, but when called on it, neither of the girls would budge in their statements. Duo was beginning to feel a bit left out, and was about to pester one of the girls, preferably Hotaru, about what the hell they were talking about.

Unfortunately for him, a very bright flash, accompanied by a very small popping sound diverted everyone's attention.

When the light faded, there were gasps all around as a large group of people were revealed to be standing in Quatre's living room. Hiiro's gun was already out, and the other pilots were fully on guard. The loud, shocked noise that Usagi made brought some attention to her as she stood from the loveseat she had been curled into and stared disbelievingly at the newcomers.

"Daddy? Mom?"

"Usagi!"

The small blonde girl launched herself at a very large man who was supporting a rather smaller dark haired woman. Her parents, they guessed. She didn't look a bit like either of them. To most of the people in the room, this was a small mystery. To certain knowledgable persons, it was easily explained by the fact that Usagi's Lunarian blood would always overpower that of her mortal parents. The whole family was at least a few inches, at most somewhat more than a foot taller than her, all dark haired, dark eyed, and tan. Usagi's wispy little body, silvery blonde hair and bright blue eyes made her look entirely out of place surrounded by these large, dark beings. They were muscular, obviously strong; Usagi's strength was well hidden. But they began to notice small similarities. The large man whose thick arms she had thrown herself into shared her wide, easy smile. Hiiro especially recognised the intensity in the eyes of the woman beside him; he had seen that look in Usagi's eyes on more than one occasion.

For Goku, it was a joyful, and painful experience for him, seeing his little girl again. She was a woman now, despite the fact that her head didn't even reach his shoulder. In the same breath, it was her sheer tinyness that reminded him of how he had feared accidentaly hurting her, breaking her when she was a baby. Whereas his sons were large and heavily muscled like him, she was compact and wiry and light as a feather. He didn't have to go anywhere near his saiyan strength to pick up this petite woman-child that he couldn't quite believe he had managed to create.

It was much the same for Chi-Chi. Her baby, her little girl, was grown up, and she hadn't been there to guide her. A part of her wanted to hope she was good in school and tried to stay away from fighting. The same part was concerned that she seemed to be living with five young men, one of whom seemed particularly attuned to her daughter. Most of her, though, was just so happy to have her child back that she pusheed those thoughts to the back of her mind, to be contemplated later. It was a joyful, tearful reunion that quited a bit when Videl stepped forward, a contrite, nearly desperate look on her face.

"God, I'm so, so sorry. Will you ever be able to forgive me?" The once proud woman fell to her knees in front of the small princess. Usagi smiled and touched the time guardian's face.

"For what, Setsuna? Everything I've been through has only made me what I am today."

"And what is that?"

"...happy."

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Warning: This portion contains some mature content! Skip directly to next chapter or leave if you don't wish to read it!

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Late that night; after the chaos had been sorted out, and everyone had been assigned rooms and Usagi thanked Quatre profusely for his generosity, causing the reserved boy to blush and stammer, especially when she hugged him tightly and he turned a nearly apoplectic shade of red; Usagi snuck quietly into Hiiro's room. He hadn't really been expecting her, thinking she would be exhausted by the day of reconnecting with her family, but he welcomed her easily. She gave him a soft smile that made something warm turn over in his heart, and crawled under the covers and into his arms. He kissed her gently, lightly, somehow sensing that she needed this. Slowly their hands started to roam, stroking, petting, eliciting quiet sounds of need and desire. Her body stiffened, then relaxed as he found her center and slowly brought her to paradise. Then he was inside her, moving slowly, intensely.

Harsh, hot breath mingled

Sweat-slicked hands clasped.

Finely honed muscles moved together in a rythm known only to them.

Closely guarded emotion rippled to the surface as the fated lovers crashed together, rising and falling in unison, their breath-taking oneness pushing them towards a precipice that they willingly threw themselves over, and with a short, sharp, muted cry, fell, together, into oblivion.

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Short chapter, I know.

And the last bit there was for Becky Yuy, who asked for "naughty bits." Does that meet your request?

Until next time, my loves!