Disclaimer: Like I would ever have a chance to own these two amazing shows. I so don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z.

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Maybe…

Just maybe…

If the mighty, unconquerable Prince of Sayjins had been taught to be vigilant and maybe even a little, tiny bit suspicious of women growing up then maybe she wouldn't have caught him by surprise.

Instead Vegeta had been taught that women were beneath him and could be easily overpowered by simple maneuvers. (The only instant were he'd even experienced defeat at the woman's hand had been by that android who he considered a faux woman. So, taking that into account it hardly counted.)

Nearly biting his royal tongue off he had to use all of his willpower to not give into his animalistic urges and allow his eyes to drift towards her ample chest. As if sensing his internal struggle a small smile pulled at the corner of her plump, shimmering rose colored lips.

A low growl rumbled deep within his own chest, a clearly defined warning which went ignored by the young blonde as she continued to lean forward to place her hand on his bulging bicep. "Ohh," She squeaked. "It's so hard; you must work out a lot." Her velvet voice continued to gush over his physique but the words were carried off by the wind, unacknowledged. The Prince's attention had been focused on the pool of heat which had started off so innocently underneath her fingertips but now had made its way to his lower abdomen.

"So, what do you think, sir?" The young girl asked, the florescent light glittering off her name tag which unusually had a crude drawling of a cartoonish bunny on it instead of her actual name.

Before Vegeta could even open his mouth to speak or take the girl in his embrace and bend her over the counter a masculine hand touched his shoulder. "Dad, what are you- oh, hey." Trunks turned his attention from his brooding father and greeted Usagi with a friendly smile. "Sorry if he was bothering you miss," He apologized and in that moment Vegeta wanted nothing more then to slam his only son's face into a nearby wall.

"Not at all," Usagi waved her hand dismissively. "We were just discussing the benefits of using Applewood deodorant and its various lines of products which won't leave a cakey white residue upon use. Would you like to try one of our free samples?"

Trunks' returning smile was tight; internally he was surprised that his father hadn't threatened to send the petite girl to the next dimension yet. "No, thank you," He answered ignoring his father's customary scowl. "Come on dad," The lavender haired boy urged and it took nearly all of his self control for Vegeta to turn away from the woman's seductive gravity.

Once they were out of hearing range Trunks turned his head slightly towards his antisocial father. "They're paid to flirt with every man that passes them," He said watching Vegeta's unchanging face with some scrutiny before shifting his eyes away momentarily. "You would need a credit card to even be able to get her attention." He stated absently and the instant his eyes shifted back towards his father he was shocked to see that he'd disappeared. "Dad?" He questioned but his blue orbs soon spotted his father standing next to the sales girl once again.

Trunks let out a sigh, 'Mom defiantly isn't going to like this.'

It would take Trunks a few more minutes to realize that there was not only an object in Vegeta's hand but that it was indeed his very own wallet.

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Sere Vegeta:

LOL, someone has anger issues.

Not every readers appreciate stories of every writers/authors, they are either love it or disgust by it. Writers are intended to be critisized by their readers, that's what life is, so live with it!

Ah, that was meant to be criticism? You telling me what I can or can not work on? Lol, sweetie if I couldn't handle it I wouldn't have responded to you in a kind and polite manner.

I don't care if you run out of ideas or concepts.

So, you would be happy if an author just ran out of ideas and just started writing filler chapters or a plot that goes nowhere. I'm sorry sweetie but that means you have no taste.

You wrote a story, hooked your readers by reading it and then all of a sudden you don't want to end it?! WTF!

Are you talking about Death and Dark, if so what the hell are you talking about? I started and ENDED those tales when I was fifteen years old but ended up taking them off this website when it split and became both FF and FP. I was merely rewriting and reposting them because my friend encouraged me to.

And, if you're talking about this collection and One wish then where in my last message did you suddenly come up with the concept that I wasn't going to finish them? I simply said that I needed to take breaks from them once and a while because they were so long.

Before you write a story next time, think the people who are going to read it, not only yourself. You should learn from your last chapter title: LESSON!

Lol, like I said sweetie, you def have some anger issues. You know they give classes to help you fix those problems lol. Maybe you should do yourself a favor and you see that tab up top click on the filter and only read stories that are finished.

And, actually I write for myself as a stress relieving hobby and I go where my muse takes me if you don't like that then you don't have to read my tales. I won't care either way sweetie.

Thank you for the review it really made me laugh.

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