Disclaimer: Well, well, well we're back her once again… ok, so here's the deal I'm never have and never will own these two wonderful shows that I parody for my own amusement, Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This drabble is on the darker side and because of this I'm giving you a clear warning and stating that this drabble is rated M because of mature themes.

Theme: Paper cuts

Strawberry gashes littered both of her forearms, starting off small, little paper cuts; deepening drastically the further you went up her arms. Sticky sweetness ran down her porcelain skin, staining the once perfectly smooth skin.

Propped up on the bathroom counter a small petite girl once known as the guardian of both the Moon and the Earth sat shaking, heavy black tears ran down her round face. In her trembling hand she held the very weapon of her own destruction or what her mind thought of as her tool of salvation, fast against her throat. The stainless silver- its very edges where it was stamped with a C.C. insignia glowing red- reflected off the bathroom lights.

She had been so preoccupied with her own impending doom that she never heard the doorknob jiggling or the gruff voice on the other side demanding admittance. As her courage grew she placed a little more pressure on the blade. The person on the other side of the door growing impatient knocked down the door with a single, effortless kick and sent it flying past her towards the deep reaches of the room.

As Vegeta, the Prince of Sayjins walked into the room he couldn't help but stare horrified at his lover for the past seven years, sitting in a pool of her own blood. Reacting quickly he ran over to her and ripped the death tool from her grasp, disgusted by the very sight of it he threw it on the floor.

Gently, as if he were afraid to break her, he lifted her chin coaxing her to look at him. What he saw shocked him to the very core of his being, her once shinny bright eyes that he'd fallen in love with had morphed becoming dull and virtually lifeless. Running the pad of his thumb over her eyeliner colored tears streaks he swallowed the lump that was forming in the back of his throat. "Usagi," His voice sounded strange to even his own ears but disregarded it while pulling her off the counter and into his arms.

'She's lost weight,' Vegeta noted as sat down on the floor cradling the unresponsive girl in his arms.

Apparent by her actions Vegeta knew that he'd hurt her badly but he needed her to believe that the hurtful words that had rolled easily off his tongue were all lies. All the Prince had intended to do was to protect his Princess. It was merely seven years ago when all her Senshi had sacrificed their lived to not only send her into this dimension but seal away the monster known as Chaos. A wound he knew even seven years later was still fresh on her heart.

Never had they or she for that matter imagined that it would escape and follow Usagi here. When Kami had called them as well as the rest of the Z-fighters to inform them of the upcoming battle Vegeta had forbidden Usagi from the battlefield.

Expertly he had playing off her insecurities, insult after insult had rolled off his tongue until she had fallen to her knees, trembling with unsuppressed tears.

She was too weak, he lied knowing full well that in her ultimate form she was just as strong as him.

She was the cause of her friend's unnecessary deaths, he'd known that she had blamed herself for years over it even though there was nothing she could have done to persuade them otherwise.

Vegeta had left her on Kami's lookout, never once looking back to check on her before he and the others left to train. Luckily for the two of them he'd come early to check on her.

'I'm sorry,' He repeated in his head like his own personal mantra, hoping against hope that she understood.

Understood the words he could never say aloud, the words his pride would not allow him to say no matter the situation. After staying up all night cradling her in his arms when dawn broke and a new day began to form he felt her tiny child-like fingers pull at his navy blue gi. They traveled up his chest till they found themselves wrapped around his neck before she came to rest her head on his broad chest.

As Usagi sighed against the fabric of his gi Vegeta knew without words passing between the two of them that in some small form she forgave him.

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An: Yes, I know it was dark… I actually haven't written about cutting in years. I really don't know why this idea came to me this morning but as always whenever an idea comes to me I always have to write it down or it haunts me.

Anyways, if you're offended by it I'm sorry.

See ya next chapter.

xoxoSerenityxox: Thanks so much, love you too! This is actually preventing me from starting a billion stories all the same time lol.. I get too many ideas in my head everyday hence why I update this so frequently.

Buggedoutfreaks: Great theme.. will work on it.. got the next 25 themes thought of so it might take a while to write…

Erikatufts: Thanks and I agree that would be kind of a cool first meet.