Disclaimer: Do we have to do this every time? Well, might as well. I really in no shape or form own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z. You guys should be thankful that I never did.

Theme: Lesson

"Mother, are you and Father fighting?"

The question slipping past the bubble gums lips of the sugary eleven year old would have frozen a normal housewife in her tracks. The housewife's questionable behavior would be all but forgotten as she would need to repair their pristine family portrait in her daughter's eyes. But, not one to follow in normal behavior especially when she had mischief on her mind Usagi continued on in her actions, unaffected.

"Of course not sweetie," Usagi answered, mirroring her husband's proud smirk flawlessly. "We're just working on our communication skills," She answered quite curtly. Swirling a make-up brush with a swift circular motion in hot pink rouge she tapped off the excess before bringing the brush to her canvas.

"Really," Chibiusa's red eyes narrowed down towards her Mother's face skeptically. "Communication skills?" Usagi nodded at her question but didn't glance up while her daughter's own petite hands continued to thread long strands of coarse hair together. "Is that why you drugged dad-"

"-Ah, ah, ah, I helped him take a nap." Usagi interjected.

"Right," Chibiusa rolled her ruby orbs skywards. "I stand corrected, is that why you helped," She spat out the word. "Daddy fall asleep and now we're making him into a cheap transvestite, to help with your communication skills." Usagi nodded once, "And, hot pink Mother, you can't be serious."

Finally glancing up at her daughter a small patronizing smile graced her lips upon locking her blue orbs with Chibiusa's red ones. "I don't expect you to understand the complex dealings of an adult relationship at your age but sometimes." Her eyes darted back down to her husband's closed eyelids, her glare intensifying. "One needs to go to extremes to not only get a point across but to teach your partner a lesson they won't soon forget. Especially if that someone is a stubborn ass," She spat out the curse before letting out a huff. "One day when you're older and get married this will all make sense. Hmm honey, use more barrettes."

Chibiusa tied off the messy braid with a lavender ribbon. "One thing is for sure, this afternoon I'm going to have to set Dad up with one of those on-line dating sites to search for a new Mommy." Usagi's eyes narrowed dangerously on her daughter face. "Because when Dad wakes up he's going to send you into this next dimension."

Usagi let out a haughty laugh, "Vegeta wouldn't kill me unless he wanted to be performing one man shows every night." Chibiusa's brow furrowed in confusion but she didn't elaborate instead choosing to place more than the legal limit of rouge on her husband's cheekbones. "Besides after we're done we'll be heading off to visit with the Son's."

"Ah," Chibiusa's pink eyebrows shot up, "Hiding behind Goku." She gave her mother a thumbs up. "Good plan."

"So, moving on to more important things which color eye shadow better suits your Father's skin tone, flamingo or sea foam?"

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Groggily Vegeta forced open his eyelids feeling as though he were fighting against gravity and ten ton weights just to get them to open. The Sayjin Prince felt strange inside of his own skin, heavy even, not liking the feeling of weakness he gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet ignoring the vertigo that came with the move. Instinctively he searched his home and nearby forest for unfamiliar kis and possible threats. Finding none, not even the ones of his wife or child, he relaxed slightly but never dropped his guard as he glided into the bathroom.

For the majority of his life Vegeta had spent it being a ruthless killer, beheading and ripping his enemies to shreds with his own bare hands. Still, all that blood shed that had undoubtedly desensitized the Prince to gore couldn't have prepared him in slightest for the image staring back at him in the mirror.

Vegeta's eyes widened in shock, his face contorted to one of pure horror.

His hair that was a display of his proud royal lineage had been glued into a spiky mohawk decorated with various leopard barrettes. Meanwhile messy braids were streaming down the sides of his face tied off at the ends with lavender, baby blue and yellow ribbons.

His face, which he could barley stand to look at, was caked with itchy make-up that reminded him of a circus clown.

Angrily he ripped off the fake eyelashes that were glued onto his eyelids. "Who in the fu-" Before he could finish off his curse a small piece of paper taped the toilet caught his eye. Reaching over he ripped it from the porcelain seat before opening it.

"Dear Hubby,

By now you've felt my wrath for continually peeing on the toilet seat and not cleaning up after yourself after I've told you numerous times to do so. If you've learned your lesson you're free to wash up and join us at the Son's, if not stay home and don't expect any kind of release tonight. Also, if your temper gets the better of you I'll be forced to defend myself and inform Goku that the thing in-between your legs is actually a cream puff. Who do you think he'll believe?

xoxo

Your wife, Usagi"

Vegeta growled, forming a fist around the note before he allowed it drop to the ground. "Hmpt," Unzipping his pants a smirk graced his face as he allowed the contents of his bladder to spill onto the floor. "Let the war begin onna."

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An: It's been a couple of months since I've written anything; I think I'm a bit rusty.

"Sere Vegeta

Why do you keep on making stories but not finishing it? It is absurd! You do this to every stories you have! Why oh why is beyond me! But keep it in my mind... Like your stories, each and every one of them! Cheers!"

I kind of understand why you're upset, I know I haven't been updating my SM/DBZ stories as of late. I do plan on finishing them but you have to understand this story is meant to have 100 chapters.. if I don't take breaks from it I will go insane and One Wish is meant to be 30 chapters if not longer. So even if I was working solely on them I still would not be finished with them by now. (Also you posted this on Death and Dark.. honestly I'm planning on deleting those two stories one day.)

The way I work to keep my creative juices flowing is I need to work on different projects. Think of it like this, let's say you've just heard a new song and you're in love with it. You put it on repeat for days, weeks, months even but then one day you just get sick of it and can't stand to hear it anymore. You could choose to just turn off your ipod and stop listening to music for a couple of days or you could choose to listen to another song. Do you understand what I'm saying? I can't just work on one thing at a time or else when I grow bored I'll just put the project down and will work on it "later" and later could be three or four months later. (And, what usually happens is I just simply forget about it.)

The thing right now with me is I've grown bored of DBZ not SM that's why I've been writing a lot of SM one-shots and also I've been exploring different fandoms. That's just where my muse is taking me.

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