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Once again, AOL sucks and I am forced to send it via e-mail. Well, I'm not
sure if this is sent before (my friends said they sent it. .but I really
can't trust it)so I'm sending it once more (sorry if I did) and enjoy!
Disclaimers: All characters and their history belong to their respective
creators.
Timelines:
Since I'm not too familiar with Dragonball timeline, I can only give
an assumption that the DB timeline is right now. . three years after the
manga ended. No, DBGT SHALL NEVER EXIST. However, something screwy IS
going on.
::hint, hint::.
For Sailor Moon, follow the anime plotline. The girls should be in
their third year in Jubban High while Hotaru, is in her last year of Jubban
Middle School. Everyone scout in high school goes to Jubban High, including
Minako, except for Rei. Yes, it may mess up the timeline, but, who really
care as long as they get a kick out of it? However, I included a few manga
highlights for a few personal reasons. Aside from that, I hope to develop
the anime version of Sailor Moon into the angst ridden truth of the Sailor
Moon manga.
For Ranma 1/2, it ends after the battle with Saffron and the wedding
fiasco. I have NEVER read any Ranma 1/2, so don't sue me about wrong facts
(yeah, I know you're asking "hey, if you've never read it, why write it?"
Well, I feel I've read enough of its fanfiction to understand the plot)
Other manga or anime, I have no idea. Come to think of it, the only
anime and manga I've seen are either shown on cable, or the stuff I manage
to borrow from friends (and never return).
Jade's profile and history is made up purely by me, unbelieving it
may be. Also, I am totally inexperienced in describing fight scene (no
matter how much DBZ I watch) so beware of boring parts that suddenly seem
to skip all action.
Many, MANY, errors can, and will be found.
A few things you should know:
_......._= emphasizing
"......" = saying
//......// telephone or communication
< > = thought or telepathy
[ ] = other languages or signs (for Mr. Panda :-)
( ) = any smart-ass comments the author may chose
to make at her whim
And now, let's get on with the show!
When Old Times Are New: The Full Circle
A.K.A The Worlds Best Left Alone
by Juuchan
Chapter One: The First Turn
Forewarning
"The day Galaxia lost was the darkest of days the universe ever
experience. It was more then just dark in the universe; it was absolute
entropy, devouring everything in it's path.
"Many senshi succumbed to the power Galaxia brandished from then on,
while others who didn't died. And so, the senshi's senate, or what remained
of it after the Big Bang caused by a perculiar person, fell into ruins.
Some of even the most loyal senshi, and the most powerful, revived after
the Senshi War, turned against them.
"One by one, they were 'killed.' Slowly, but surely, Chaos's power
spread through the universe, the creator watching helplessy, until only one
solar system was left.
"It was a special system, one where the senshi of the planets already
faced threats from the multiple 'turned' senshi that Chaos controled,
running by the name of Metallia, Death Phantom, Pharoah 90 & Mistress 9 and
Nepheria, the dark moon queen.
"The senshi there had to break multiple rules and regulations, paying
with their lives many times over, but the leader, powered by the Ginzoushou.
"Of all, Galaxia arrived, chasing fleeing sailor senshi that escaped
her. There, a gigantic battle was held. Chaos's power overloaded the
Ginzoushou, but the crystal proved to be unnecessary as the leader herself
took on the queen. Her campanions were killed, their starseeds ripped out,
fueling Galaxia with such power that it caused her uniform to change from
gold to a obsidan black.
"A surprise awaited Galaxia as a mysterious a chibi-senshi came, and
saved the leader, the last remaining senshi belonging to the solar system,
telling the leader that she was Galaxia's starseed, and turned into a sword
to fight Galaxia. The leader hesitated too much, and lost the chibi-senshi.
In the end, she struggled to show the true Galaxia the love she had for
everyone, winning the battle as Galaxia reluctantly took her hand, and saw
everything through a clearer vision.
"All the damage was undone as Galaxia's reformation drenched the
cosmos in light, awakening former senshi and giving the gift of rebirth to
all those who lost their starseeds.
"But Galaxia herself, suffered most, for she still had guilt, the
stain of killing everyone who served her. As she looked upon her past, she
realized that her sarifice was caused amidst her sister's discovery, and
the complex web of power the senshi senate was woven into."
--The Universal Book of Records, The Second
Creation
After a year of rebuilding, she was upon a journey back to the
solar system she had last visited, to question the guardian of time, and
find her blood kin. Little would she know, someone else took ahold of the
timelines and decided to have fun.
Her reincarnation caused a lot of problems in the remaining
subsections of the senate. However, it also started up the eternal system
of the sailor senshi creation cycle, meaning a sudden amount of massive
energy was necessary to start again.
Some viewed the universe as a computer. If you input to many
commands into its memory, and download files much to large for its
remaining capacity, it would overload, OR, delete other files it viewed as
useless and space consumers.
Well, they were right; the universe suddenly got a lot more
complicated. Then again, not every universe had sailor senshi, nor
powerhouse type people that can easily destroy a planet.
Arrivals, ne?
It was one of those rare, peaceful days in Nermia. The air was calm
and solemn, meaning that no super powered martial artist was stalking
through the town, looking to marry Tendo Akane and destroy Saotome Ranma
(or vice versa, depending on which day or time you happen to be in town).
However, "normal" for the unlucky citizens that lived near the Tendo
Dojo meant the daily wake up call of "RANMA NO BAKA!!!" followed by sounds
of anger, pain and random destruction.
After its former inhabitants had moved out, the house across from the
Tendo Dojo was was renovated, and practically rebuilt to suit its new
owner/s tastes (which were quite different, as the town's mercenary noted).
What escaped the self-proclaimed business-woman was the almost unnoticed
group of two that entered the house with no moving truck, nor any type of
transportation. Two females, mind you. One, short, black haired in a
ponytail, and the other, much taller, tanned, with long dark green hair.
Their appearance had almost gone unnoticed, except under the wary eye of a
supposedly 300+ year old woman, standing upon her gnarled staff, her eyes
warily aware that the appearance of the tall, dark-skinned woman could
only mean one thing: trouble.
The shorter one appearance, however, as the crone also noted, meant
something much, much, worse.
*****
It was brilliant light, everything carrying the hazed dream look
that could not be denied. It was dark, littered with stars that exploded
into flowers. She was flying through the air, reaching out for her
eternal love.
The light. . .such brilliant light. Chibi Usa stood close to her,
smiling and laughing. . . .
"Tuskino Usagi!!!" the teacher called sharply.
"Yes???!!!" Usagi answered as she jolted straight up, awakening from
her daydream.
"Do you have your homework from last night?" the teacher asked.
"Umm. . . hehe" Usagi laughed nervously as a large sweatdrop formed
on the back of her head.
Five minutes later. . .
The future queen of Crystal Tokyo stood in the hall, holding buckets
of water with a sign that said "I did not do my homework" draped around her
neck.
"Forgot your homework again, hun?" Makoto commented as she stopped by.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Makoto, you have to get me out of this!!"
Usagi cried as the untransformed senshi of lightning grew very large
sweatdrops on her head.
"Well, at least it's only twenty minutes more." Makoto answered,
"no one would even notice you. If you can beat Galaxia, surely you can
stay here for awhile."
"......." <Insert evil eye.>
"Oooookay, maybe I should just leave."
******
A green haired woman sat at a table, nursing a cup of tea. She
occasionally cast a look at the short figure across from her, also
sitting with a cup of coke.
"You don't I don't like this," the figure told her, none to happy.
"Screw you," the green haired woman answered cheerfully.
"Damn it."
******
Hotaru was bored. Ever since she returned from the incident with
Galaxia, she had been living with her father. Sure, Setsuna, Michiru, and
Haruka were nice, but they were way much older than her. After being
reborn, she grew up at a fast rate, but still younger than the rest, much
to her constant annoyance.
After Chibi-Usa left, things got worse. After all, all the senshi
had more important things to do than baby-sit a fifteen year old girl who
could easily level the planet. After Galaxia went home, Mamoru finally
got to America.
While the outers and inners went to school, she had slight trouble
with her age, so her father was recently tutoring her. In fact, ever since
she was reborn, Setsuna, Michiru, Haruka, and her father had all been
tutoring her, giving her enough apparent knowledge of a twenty year old. Ye
gods, she looked like she was 14, though the last time Haruka-papa entered
her application for a school, she claimed Hotaru was 18. That didn't work
either; her father decided to teach her, again.
But it seemed, after Mistress Nine's destruction,she was no longer
the center of attention. And even in Galaxia's short reign on Earth, she,
the senshi of silence and destruction, life and death, had helped none in
defeating Galaxia. There was no real excitment now, was there?
Sitting on her bed, she carefully examined the new antique lamp
Setsuna had bought her. Her hair, cut in a short and wide style, dangled
in her face as she bent over to see the odd design on it. She casually
brushed away a strand of hair and brushed her fingers against the cool,
smooth surface of the stone stand of the lamp, barely feeling the
inscription that was carved into the purple stone that reminded her of
purple fluorite.
<Let's see, Setsuna said she was going to pick me up and transfer me
to a new neighborhood.. to settle down, I think she said.> Hotaru absently
thought as she traced over the stone.<But Setsuna did say Galaxia's
reformation was the last battle until the Dark Moon incident
But, she did mention something about timelines. . something *is* up; I can
feel it.>
Hotaru suppressed a shudder as she picked out some of the odd symbols
on the lamp.
<It's definitely Chinese, but what?>
Hotaru shook the lamp and heard a sloshing sound from it, like it
contained some sort of liquid. It sounded a bit heavy to be water, but
then, anything could happen.
She carefully lifted the top of the lamp and looked inside. To her
surprise, there was a small bottle inside, along with a small box,
cushioned in velvet stuffing. She carefully lifted out the box and
the bottle and set the lamp aside.
The latter was made of some sort of dark red wood, carved with
several characters. There was a lock made entirely of light violet stone
on it. The bottle was gleaming white, with red markings.
Hotaru stared at the marks, barely recognizing the words. She
gently picked up the box and peered at the lock of purple stone.
<That's odd. There's no key hole, there's no lines nor cracks. It
looks like it's just carved out of amethyst and it---->
"Hotaru!" her father called out from the stairs. "Setsuna's here."
Hotaru's purple eyes widened before she hastily packed the entire
contents of the lamp into the open suitcase that lay on the floor, closed
it, and carried it down the stairs.
******
Somewhere in the darkness, a blackness stirred in Its sleep. It was
chased out of Its former host by a brilliant scalding light, and now was
held in something. It couldn't quite tell, but It knew it was trapped,
confined, and It didn't like being confined. Still, more or less, It
was satisfied.
Unbeknownst to It, a figure watched it from afar.
<Mental note,> the figure thought. <make sure _she_ doesn't get out
of control, like last time.>
The figure shuddered at the thought of the last time the darkness got
out of hand; t'was not a good experience. It was even a miracle people
survived, especially when the senate fell apart.
"Excuse me, Lord, but we have the information you required."
He turned away from his reminiscing, and back to the real world.
"Ah, thank you Frost."
"Anything for you, Lord," the woman answered. She was pleased that
her Lord even thanked her; he usually didn't do that. But still. . .
maybe he was changing. She stood still and waited as her Lord took the
information crystal he requested and threw it into the air, where it
began to spin and projected a hologram.
She didn't really pay attention to the holograms; she knew of the
information already since she was the one that had to program the crystal
to display.
Her Lord, Chaos, was still recovering. He did not really contend
in the Reformation of Galaxia, but his twin suffered greatly in a loss of
power, and so did he. Now, in his 2nd desperate atempt to regain his
rightful throne, he was chasing after the princess, again. But it was no
ordinary princess, for it was Hikaru Hime-sama, Princess Light.
<AND indeed the princess of light.> Frost thought wistfully. Some
part of her wanted Chaos for her own, but even her status as general
wouldn't help.
It made her hate Hikaru, but what more, she hated the Princess
because SHE, the annoying little girl, was a sailor senshi. THE sailor
senshi, the very esscence of--
"Frost."
She broke her train of thought. "Yes, my lord?"
"I've decided that I want you to travel down to 32XB's underworld
and bring me back Furiiza and Cell. Also, do it either as soon as you can,
or after the energy surge."
"Hai. But why?"
"The sailor senshi system is starting again. However, the abrupt
restart has cut down power, and the 14AR, the Sailor Senshi's dimension,
is merging with several other worlds, including 32XB, which contains several
powers that rival the Super Senshi, so don't go sauntering around." Chaos
informed her. "It will take a while for the powers to notice each other,
but don't get caught if you chose to go after."
"Hai."
******
Setsuna was someone one had to know well in order to trust.
_IF_ you called it trust.
Yeah, Setsuna wasn't exactly that nice, and preferred to wrap herself
in a mantle of enigma, but hey, it was nice to elicit emotion from her once
in a while.
Jade gave a sigh. <Well, at least it's not okassan.>
Okassan. . . bitter memories surfaced in her mind. She didn't have
the best time with her mother, but no one was like her mother. No one was
like her either.
<Somehow, I know Setsuna is screwing this up. One way other the
other, she's responsible for everything. I know she is.>
Jade turned away and focused on the object infront of her: a crystal
ball. She was sitting crossed-legged on a cushion, focusing her ki. She
willed her mind to wrap itself around the ball, lifting it off the frame
the rounded crystal sat upon.
<Steady. . . >
The ball wobbled into the air, levitating slowly.
One of Jade's unusual talents (running in her unusual family) was
that she had telekinetic abilities along with her basic ki powers. Those,
she honed to no end, more of it from her mother's persuasion (if not
threats)than her own willingness. That explained why she never reached her
full potential, disappointing her okassan greatly.
Jade sighed. Her hands shot out even with her eyes closed and
grabbed a black clad figure before it even knew what hit it; it was intently
watching the levitating ball with a mixture of thinly disguised awe and
horrification.
"Please don't spy on me, whoever you are. I really don't like
ninjas," she told the figure before throwing it behind her, right out the
window that was opened several yards away.
<Ninjas.> she thought with a sigh. <Just can't stand them.>
What she ignored was the audible gulp from the small figure she
threw out.
******
Hotaru was used to oddities. She was used to seeing imminent
danger in her face. She had see death, and silence, staring right at her,
and did not flinch.
But what she _did_ flinch at was seeing Jade, and Setsuna.
It was more of a matter of seeing Jade, and observing how Setsuna
acted. Hotaru probated that Jade was about her age, if not younger. Jade
was as mysterious as Setsuna, and definitely younger.
Somehow, it was wrong. People of Hotaru's age should never carry a
look a burden in their eyes, as Jade did. It could only mean something was
wrong.
<Come to think of it,> Hotaru thought, <something IS wrong.>
Setsuna disappeared away into one of the many rooms of the house she
was currently stationed in, while Jade simply showed her around, telling her
that she could do anything she wanted except intrude both of them. Jade
then went off on her business, leaving an unsure Hotaru behind.
<Great,> Hotaru thought glumly, <first person I meet within my age
limit doesn't *act* like my age limit.>
Then again, she didn't even *know* Jade's age.
She sighed, and went to her bedroom to try the new school uniform she
was suppose to wear.
<Now, what school was it that Setsuna said I was suppose to go to?
Furikan High?. . . >
******
"So wasa sayin?" the principal asked. "You wan da enra ta nue
studas?"
Setsuna gave a sigh. It was positively annoying to work with this
man. It was hard enough to avoid the pineapple growing upon his head, let
alone the accent. If she had a choice, she would already be wacking the
principle over the head for his ignorance, but she didn't, so working with
a moron of unlimited stupidity was stressing her patience.
Then again, it would stress anyone's patience.
"I want to enroll two students who are below the average age for
high schoolers. However, I believe they can catch up to the work." Setsuna
explained.
"Unda age studas, in Furikan High?"
"Um. . yes."
"Okie."
******
<Well, that was easier then I thought,> Setsuna recollected. <Now,
if only I can keept them from getting in trouble for another two months.
That upgrade must have sped up some of the times, meaning. . . >
She trailed off as she slowly realized what was going on. The
timelines had to be made so the ages would fit, meaning she had babysit
for *four* months, not two, while the other world only had one month.
<Great, just great.>
The green haired figure sighed as she tried to figure out how to
plan everything so all will meet. She simply couldn't just cause a
disaster. There had to be a more subtle way. Of course, it wouldn't hard
keeping Jade under control. It was Hotaru's heightened senses in the
paranormal that could prove to be of trouble.
Yes, it was definitely the school.
******
A pig-tailed boy sat in the dojo, silently meditating. So much had
happened within the last few months, and it took long to calm. Yet, even
after the battle at the mountain, even his cries of "Akane is MY FIANCEE!!!"
seemed too far away. It was so much better the months before, one of those
fews times he was able to express his true feelings to the one person he
thought he loved. Then came the worst thing to happen: the wedding fiasco.
It just HAD to be the wedding. Everything bombed (literally).
Things were not back to normal yet. Ukyou, Shampoo, and Kodachi had
lessened their daily attempts in trying to get him, while Akane was actually
nicer to him. There was still the mindless Kuno he had to evade while he
was "stuck" in his other form. Ryouga. . he disappeared after the fight,
and hadn't returned yet.
He had taken a morning off to think about his so-called life, and
ignored his father's rantings about not training. Rarely did he do this.
To be true to himself, lately, he wasn't sure of what to do.
He knew that, however, there was a certain time limit in what he was
doing, which was why he lashed out his arm and latched onto his father's
protruding leg, throwing him through the open door, landing the man into
the koi pond with an audible splash.
"Stupid old man," Ranma muttered as he got up and went off to school.
A certain panda emerged from the pond. [I'll get you boy!!!] It
signed. It quickly turned the sign over and wrote something else. [You
can't slack on your training!]
It then, just noticed that his son was already gone.
******
Ranma grumbled under his breath, still balancing on top of the fence
posts as he always did, except that Akane was actually taking the time to
walk next to him without bashing him. That wasn't what he was grumbling
about though. He was accessing his battle with Saffron, the tactics he
*could* have done, not to mention what he was to do after the wedding.
He wasn't sure what went through Akane's mind, nor was he sure of his
own. All of his fiancees would have expected different of him, yes, but
the fact was, only *he* knew what he really was. It wasn't as if he
intentionally wanted to get hit. Well, actually, sometimes he just felt
like insulting Akane and the other fiancees, but if his oyaji hadn't gotten
him engaged in the first place, things would have been so much easier.
The weddings had gone horribly. Akane refused to talk to anyone
for a month after that, and anytime Ranma even opened his mouth (aside from
his meals) Akane would either mallet him or run away, tears brimming.
He tried to think of something. He seriously did.
But all there was, was nothing.
They were all getting old. But not too old. In fact, Cologne was
probably the only one who was sure of what to do, being as old as she was.
One would have thought after so much time, the girls would give up. What
was it that kept them going after him? If anyone had asked him who he wanted
as a fiancee half a year ago, the questioner would never have regained
conciousness soon enough to hear the answer before seeing another fist
hitting the said person.
Now, he thought he was sure about the fiancee; clearly Akane, but
the trouble was, he wasn't sure how Akane was treating him. He knew she
was hitting him less than before, but she was still hitting him. And what
was there that he wasn't willing to do?
"LOOK OUT!"
He quickly jumped off the fence, narrowly missing falling into the
water. <Damn, what the hell was I thinking?!>
"Ranma, what is wrong with you?" A genuinely concerned question from
Akane, something hard to come across.
"Ah, just had a lot on my mind. . "
Akane smiled; Ranma hadn't insulted her yet.
"Besides, what would a thick legged tomboy like you know 'bout it?"
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!"
THWACK
There was a audible splash as Akane slammed her fiancee into the
canal next to them.
"KAWAIIKUNNEE!!!" A distinctively female voice shouted as water
dripped.
******
A pale lavendar cat with purple paws and ears watched the usual
spectacle that occurred, noting the lessened strength in the violent girl's
attack.
*That* girl was getting too close to her fiancee,even _if_ that
battle had brought something new between that couple, the man was hers, and
no one elses' though was he acting odd.
<Must consult great-grand mother on this one,> it thought. With a
quick and lithe flex of its body, it leapt off in the direction of the
Nekohaten, avoiding the duck that was squawking around with a pair of
glasses hanging around it neck.
******
KRABOOM
<Let's see, there's Kuno's signature call.>
"AH, my beloved pig-tailed goddess!!"
POW
"Pig-tailed girl, I love yoooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
<Okay, send Kuno into orbit.>
THWACKSLASHCRACK
<Avoid the members of the kendo club and let them beat themselves
senseless.>
"You disobedient child! You will be punished!"
Ranma tensed; Hinako was at it again. She gave a sigh as quickly
turned around, expecting the sharp crack of green electricity and dodging
it.
"Happo Ju Yen Satsu!"
Her eyes began to register that 1) the current was NOT heading
towards her, and 2) it was heading toward a peculiar running girl dressed in
a long light grayish-tan colored skirt and a white shirt.
The girl had long black hair, probably about Ukyou's length, Ranma
assumed, bound in two ponytails below the jaw. It was actually cute in a
way, but Ranma was wised enough not to say that outloud with all her/his
experience in these things.
The girl skidded to one side <how can she move in that restricting
skirt?!> and dodged the electricity with an ease that could have only be
one of a martial artist's.
That didn't work out; the last thing Ranma needed was another
martial artist. Not only that, she didn't even look like she would last
in a sparring match against even Akane with that short, petite frame of
hers.
But the more important matter was WHY Hinako had been draining the
girl, aside from the fact that the new student wasn't wearing a school
uniform (neither was herself, come to think of it).
"Geesh," the girl uttered. "What the hell did I do wrong this time?"
Before Hinako could answer, Kuno regained conciousness and was
barreling toward Ranma, or his "pig-tailed goddess" as Kuno believed.
"Don't worry thy fair goddess! I shall free you from the spell
thou treacherous Saotomoe has cast and--URK!"
Hinako apparently stepped in his way as Ranma socked him in another
direction.
"Happo Ju Yen Satsu!"
The ki drained worked this time, reverting Hinako to her "normal"
self, one that of a lush, woman that sent several males drooling.
The bell rang.
"Awww man!"
******
Somewhere amidst a domed room in a domed building, the artifically
enhanced gravity room shook as the system controlling it tried not to
overload. The walls shook again as sounds of cracking plaster, cement, and
solid stone became obvious to a certain teal haired woman sitting at her
desk.
She gave a sigh and went back to her work. <Aw well, I suppose
Vejita and Goku want to make up the lost time during the training period
with Ubuu.>
The woman thought about the absurd, yet interesting history everyone
was slapped with during the last years.
It had not been exactly easy at first, since ChiChi was definitely
NOT happy with Goku running off to train Ubuu. However, after a year and
a half (with much persuasion from certain spikey haired companions) Goku
returned with the same naive expression no one could stay mad at for long--
<with the exception of my husband> the woman reminded herself-- and it
returned to the years much like the those glorious ten years before the
28th Tenkaichi Budoukai, daily sparring matches and all.
Bulma sighed. She really had to admit, no matter what she had been
through, hell and all, she never regretted it. If she hadn't eloped (if
one could call it that) with Vejita, Trunks would never have come around to
warn everyone, nor allow Gohan to be the first to turn Super Saiya-jin 2 to
defeat Cell. She couldn't really say that she was directly involved in the
disaster at the 27th Budoukai, but Vejita WAS her husband. All that
death. . .
<A full circle it was,> Bulma thought. <A full circle.>
How long was it? How long ago did she start searching for the
dragonballs that lead her into more trouble than she ever imagined?
<And I originally wanted to find the perfect boyfriend,> Bulma
thought smugly, <a whole lotta trouble for Vejita!>
BOOM
Then again, maybe not.
******
It was normal, really. Absolutely normal, well, at least to them.
Vejita and Goku were beating the crap out of each other and liking it
(don't you dare take that the wrong way hentai!) for the fight. They met
and split in almost a dance, each time separating with an increased
accumilation of bruises, fractures, and the occasional broken bone. But
then, even if they felt the injury, they would continue fighting; it was
in their blood.
The two fought at the pinnacle of their Super Saiya-jin Level 2
transformations, a grim, and somewhat shameful reminder to Saiya-jin no
ouji that he still hadn't achieved Super Saiya-jin Level Three yet.
To the ordinary human eye, there was nothing but a golden blur as the
two Saiya-jins slowed to dashed at each other, fists, elbows, legs, and
knees flying to hit in vital areas. They smashed each other into the wall
of the gravity room with ki attacks that nearly overloaded the computer
(not that they really cared).
"Yosh," Goku told Vejita happily, urging him to attack him again.
Vejita only grinned as he concentrated his ki into a powerful ball
gathered at his fingertips and thrust his hands outward.
"FINAL FLASH!"
<Humph,> Vejita thought as his opponent forced back the attack that
was aimed straight for him. <Ever the baka, eh Kakarato?>
He prefered sparring with the suppose-to-be third class soldier
he at first hated, but then found himself in grudging respect (took quite
a few years too). After Goku went off to train Ubuu, Vejita found it
boring. Goten and Trunks had been a bore for him after their. . idleness
over the year. Trunks found a way to worm out of training because he had to
be placed as CEO of Capsule Corporation (Vejita had gotten in a verbal spar
with Bulma on that one) and Goten. . well, Vejita was glad, yet not, that
Goten was the only one, and THE one, that had to have an overprotective
mother that would, and tried to hunt him down, at the sight a a mere scratch
on her son's body.
Goku. . --Kakarato his name actually was--he was a totally different
deal, in another package. A man who always said he was an Earthling, showed
many times his true heritage, and it was somehow comforting for Vejita to
know that there was at least ONE person that shared his traits. Strange
how fate turned out to be, leaving only two beings left of what could have
been the most powerful race to ever exist, one, the prince, and the
other. .a blithering idiot, to continue, siring three half-breeds of planet-
shattering power, and two "normal" girls.
What frustrated the spikey-haired prince was the fact that hatred and
Goku --Kakarato-- never mixed. Yes, the baka got extremely angry at times,
but he always stayed purehearted. From the time of Goku's first battle
against Vejita, to the last battle with him, Veita grew to trust Goku
blindly with his life, not that he was ever going to admit that.
"KAMEHAME HA!"
Vejita suddenly found himself pressing against another beam that
pierced his ball. He increased his ki and pushed his own attack further.
There was a brief explosion, a flash of light, and the distinct flicker of
a ki lowering, and rising quickly. He took a stance and got ready to block
whatever limb would appear out of the smoke --and found himself hitting the
ceiling head-first.
"VEJITA!! GOKU!!"
"AIIEEEEEEE!"
Vejita glared as a short shriek came from the smoke, eventually
giving way to the crackling form of Goku at Super Saiya-jin Level Two,
rubbing his head as he slowly powered down. Vejita followed suit and
floated down to meet his mate with arms folded over his chest.
"Konnichiwa Bulma!" Goku waved happily as he began to fly down.
"What's wrong with you woman?" Veita crossly demanded. "Kakarato
and I _were_ sparring."
"Well," Bulma answered him in a smug tone she used when she dealt
with people like him, "if I didn't turn off the gravity, you would have
overloaded the system and exploded the gravity room."
"Fine," Vejita snorted. "I suppose I could always take the sessions
out to the desert."
"Whatever you'd like," Bulma answered as she began to walk out. "Just
make sure I don't feel the shockwaves."
Vejita snorted again and turned back to Goku, who was currently
plopped down in the lotus position, head propped by his hands, almost as if
he was in deep thought, only, that could never happen.
"What now?" Vejita demanded.
"Saaa-a, I'm hungry."
Vejita gave a sigh, and then realized that he himself hadn't eaten
in a considerable measure of time. He motioned to Goku and the two
purebred Saiya-jins started to head toward the kitchen in hopes of a raid.
******
Space was considered by the humans on the planet Chikyuu to be a
vacuum of emptiness. In ways, it was true. Space was a vacuum, and much
like a black hole; anything that was unable to sustain a constant shield
around itself while traveling through space would implode into a bloody
spatter.
Of course, it didn't matter to this group of warriors that was
heading at near light speeds. They each glowed a bright aura, the colors of
their . . . revealing uniforms. There were at least five females, six
actually flying, if it could be called flying. Flying was nowhere near the
grace they carried as they headed toward a solar system they just returned
from.
Each of them had some sort of a wide collar, a sailor collar it was
called on Chikyuu. The one leading was a tall, blonde wearing what looked
like a suit of gold armor. There were five behind her, each wearing open
uniforms of blue, black-brown, white, purple, and silver-black. Each of
them had a star positioned somewhere upon their forehead or hair.
They continued on, heading toward Chikyuu, quite aware that some
force had probed through the walls of several dimensions. If certain
entities met, what they feared most would come true.
Still, very few senshi of their degree would ever head to such a
little backwater planet. Well, it was considered backwater compared to the
civilization all of their kind originated, but it was currently the most
advanced planet in their solar system; it was the *only* advanced planet
alive there. The system still bore scars of the past battle that occured,
from the birth of an evil within the sun, destroying the first four planets,
and the Thing that came from beyond, attacking the outer rim, to the current
event of the Reformation.
But, that was all in the past. Now, the only planet surviving was
still upon the brink of its extinction, or evolution.
They were there to decide.
******
Normally, everyone was suppose to wear uniforms. Ranma came along
and turned out to be the exception. Then came along the skirt wearing
girl with her hair in two long ponytails.
Ranma found himself staring constantly at the back of her head, and
the two coils her hair was bound in, not that he could help that; she was
seated in front of him. He noticed that there was some sort of scent
hovering around her. It wasn't disgusting, but it wasn't like perfume
either.
It had a slightly. . .arousing sense to it.
Jasimine scent wasn't suppose to be arousing.
Ranma shuddered. <Come on, I'm a guy, not a girl! Even if I *am*
a girl currently, I'm not suppose to be attracted to a girl!>
[The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.] Hinako-sensei said.
[The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.] The students recited.
The girl in front sighed. She fidgeted in her seat before pulling
out a pen and a piece of paper and proceded to cast all of her attention to
the latter with the former.
Hinako-sensei noticed. "Jade, what do you think you are doing?"
<Hey!> Onna-Ranma snapped awake. <Since when did Hinako ever call
anyone by their names?>
Well, he didn't know the special records that were sent to Furikan
high. Then again, not many did.
[Do excuse me, Hinako-sensei, but I already have a 4.2 GPA in English
at my old school. I do believe I can pass this class without paying
attention.] Jade smiled at her in perfect English. "Besides, I'm not
disrupting anything, am I?"
Hinako-sensei turned a shade of red. It was a shade of red that
matched the dark red set of clothes she was wearing. "YOU INSOLENT
DELINQUENT!"
Ranma watched, somewhat fascinated. And she wasn't the only one,too.
And she couldn't figure out how Jade spoke better English than the teachers,
yet Jade's Japanese was better than her owns.
Hinako-sensei extracted her coin between her index and middle finger,
charging it.
Onna-Ranma couldn't decide whether or not to tackle Hinako before
the child did any damage. She was the only one that wasn't cowering in
fear aside from Akane, but the matter was, if she didn't tackel Hinako, she
would end up being drained.
<Awe, well,> Onna-Ranma gave a sigh. <It happens either way.>
Ranma sprang out of her seat in a split second and aimed her
trajectory at the woman-child. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she
saw that Jade flickered slightly in her seat, one moment without the coin,
and next, with it.
CRASH
Onna-Ranma fell on top of the kid, or at least would have. Actually,
an arm reached out and snagged her ---with an iron grip, Ranma noted--
pulling her to meet face to face the smirk of the girl who just avoided
getting drained by Hinako-sensei as she slammed onto a desk.
For the first time in Akane's memory, Ranma was speechless,
completely speechless.
"A-a-ah. . " Ranma-chan stuttered.
"I suppose I have caused a disturbance now, haven't I?"
Hinako-sensei glared at the girl in the eyes she she stomped back
to the front of the class and started to teach again.
Ranma hustled back into her own seat and began to wish she had said
something against Jade sitting in front of her.
******
She typed away at her handy-dandy keyboard, bordering blurring
speed as her fingers dashed over the familiar keys in hope of breaking the
code. Pausing slightly to wait for the screen to load, she gave a sharp
intake of breath.
"No. . . . " she muttered weakly.
She checked the coordinates.
She checked it again.
"No!. . . "
She checked it a third time; reality sunk in.
"Awwww, shimatta!" she cursed.
She couldn't believe it. For the first in her existence, the
dimensions were MERGING. Merging, of ALL things.
The merging of dimensions was a theorized concept, because it was
believed it could never happen. Not only that, merging was impossible
to decipher, even through her intelligence.
Washu rubbed her temples in frustration. It was a one-in-a-qua-
drillion chance of a variable in the natural universe to have the potential
to merge. Somehow, her dimension hit upon that chance. And so did so many
others.
She gave a sigh and closed her eyes, not willing to admit defeat.
She had won many other such battles, but this. . . . this wasn't about
her own vainities; the Masaki household was in danger. She would never have
willingly admitted it, but it was best to her advantages that Tenchi, Ryouko,
Ryo-Ohki, Ayeka and yes, even Mihoshi, lived.
"Konnichiwa Washu-chan!"
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then again, maybe NOT her. . . . .
Somewhere out there, a tall figure snickered.
*****
Several hours later. . . .
How long was it? Oh yes, school was ALMOST over.
And HOW did she ever get dragged into this? No, that didn't quite
come out right.
HOW did she ever LET herself get dragged into this.
". . . .Blue Thunder of Furikan High!!!"
BOOM
A flash of lightening followed by thunder rang across the school.
"Um. . . how did I ever get into this?" Hotaru asked blindly.
"Hmm. . maybe because you actually answered this moron!" Ranma
snapped.
"Hey, easy on Hotaru!" Jade commanded as she aimed a low kick in
the solar plexus of one boy and connected, knocking the male somewhere
into the nearest wall.
"Yeah Ranma, it's not our fault you couldn't find hot water."
<Yeesh,> Hotaru thought. <Some people can't keep their mouths shut.>
She didn't understand the hot water part though, not that she cared.
It wasn't her business, and she learned in the last seven hours that in this
city, it was best not to ask.
It wasn't her fault, nor anyone else's. All she knew was that the
school day was a bit odd, considering what Jade and the Ranma person she
recently met did with Hinako-sensei. Lunchtime was an *almost* controlled
matter, and little did poor ol' Hotaru know that it was one of the "calm"
periods in Nerima; she thought it was the most chaotic place she had ever
been in.
In fact, she still remembered cursing silently at Setsuna, yelling
in her mind "WHAT KIND OF HELL HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME INTO??!!!!" as she
did her best not to get hurt.
Blessed it be, Jade actually KNEW martial arts. Not just simple
block, punch, kick, and etc., but the matter that she was a genuine
martial artist. It helped, since Hotaru noted instantly around lunchtime,
that the teenagers at Furikan High were particuliarly. . .violent.
After the school, somehow, most of the males in Furikan High had
assummed themselves as the We-Love-You-Fanclub, formerly consisting of Akane,
then, with the persuasion of Kuno Tatewaki, to include Jade and Hotaru.
What made it hard to get through the mob of cheering, drooling, and
several unmention-ables boys, was that Hotaru was still rather weak.
Reincarnation had done wonders, yes, but the problem was, it had only made
her somewhat stronger; she was a weakling here.
At the end, Hotaru found herself trailing Jade, avoiding a maniac
principal trying to cut both of their hair, and tagged with the members of
the Self-Proclaimed-But-Not-Willing-To-Admit-It-Wrecking-Crew-Of-Nerima,
and unwillingly became part of it because of their actions.
<It was all Jade's fault, really,> Hotaru second-guessed.
That wasn't totally true.
But then, when everyone thought they had passed ground zero, Kuno
greeted her, and being the polite girl she was, Hotaru answered him,
earning a looooooong speech and the attention of unwanted guests.
What made matters worse(?) was the matter that they were still on
school grounds.
The local insurance premiums were definitely going up, WAY UP. And
the contractors were gonna be pretty busy.
<Somehow,> Hotaru thought, <I don't think the premiums covers
damage by mobs of male students with their hormone levels going too high.>
Jade landed by Hotaru's side as Ranma decided to vent her frustration
and drill her feet into the faces of the morons that dared chase after her.
"Don't you have a weapon?" Jade abruptly asked. "You really should
have one you know."
"Hontou?" Hotaru snapped(literally) sarcastically. "As far as I can
tell, I never NEEDED one until now!"
That wasn't totally true either.
"Daijoubu, daijoubu." Jade muttered.
"Oh, will you please date me?" A boy began to plead in front of
Hotaru's face.
Suddenly, violence seemed like a good idea. So was learning
karate.
So far, everything that had occurred was wearing thin on everyone's
nerves. Oddly enough, Akane wasn't that angry at Ranma, and Ukyou and
Akane didn't suspect that the two girls were trying to lure Ranma in some
devious trap to be their fiancees, like every devoted fiancee in Nerima
was.
Maybe it was the fact that while Hotaru was completely innocent, Jade
had the Too-Cool-To-Be-Looking-For-Boys exterior that did not confirm
Ranma's betrotheds' worst nightmares.
Those that went to Furikan High of course.
Somewhere else, a ponytail girl laughed a laugh that would have put
the most devious villian to shame as she planned her trap to eliminate the
new "problems" that arose.
Back at Furikan High, a certain somewhat handsome looking boy still
believed every attractive girl around Ranma was enslaved by his "magic."
One for one, it was fairly normal.
******
Usagi sat at her seat, balancing her pencil between two fingers in
boredom.
Same ol' class, same ol' world, same ol' ---
"Ah, Ms. Tsukino, why don't you continue the next paragraph?"
"Anou. . . . "
"Usagi, please, keep track of where we are in class."
"Hai, sensei."
Ami blinked. That had got to be the first time the English teacher
let Usagi off for being distracted. Something was up; Ami herself had
some trouble concentrating on the Shakespeare literature, which was NOT
usual, and there was some sort of sick, pit feeling in her stomache that
did little to foreshadowing good health.
And some that did not bring good health happened.
Someone screamed.
The glass of the windows shattered.
It looked as if all hell was about to break lose.
One of the nearby students screamed as the limp form of a dead woman
was tossed through the window in a shower of glass shrapnels.
The English teacher watched it all with an unwavering eye as she
scurried her students out the door in a more or less "calm and restrained"
fashion. All of those who had weak stomaches threw up as they realized the
poor victim has been craved from sternum to the crotch; practically sliced
in half.
As Usagi and Ami managed to contain their disgusted until they reached
a semi-empty hallway (well, you can't have empty hallways in times of
crisis). They met with Haruka and Michiru who were looking equally as
disgusted.
"Nani kuso?!" Haruka uttered the moment she saw them.
"I don't know," Ami replied darkly, casting a look at the shudder
form of Usagi. "But whatever the thing is that's causing all the trouble,
we're in for it this time. There was a body that got tossed into our
classroom. . and well, it was ripped open from the breastbone to the
intestinal area."
The two older outers turned a shade of blue. "Whatever's causing-"
"USAGI!!" a scream came.
Down the hall came pattering footsteps as the rest of group came
along: Minako, and Makoto. They shared distraught looks.
"Thank kami-sama you're alright!" Minako told them all.
"WHAT was *THAT?!*" Makoto exclaimed.
All of the girls exchanged confused glances.
"I don't know what it is," Usagi answered. "But I know we need to
fight it."
All the girls nodded.
"Henshi YO!"
"Moon Eterenal Power, MAKE UP!"
"Mercury Crystal Power, MAKE UP!"
"Venus Crysytal Power, MAKE UP!"
"Jupiter Crystal Power, MAKE UP!"
"Uranus Crystal Power, MAKE UP!"
"Neptune Crystal Power, MAKE UP!"
Through a reasonable period of time that *seemed* to take forever,
each girl was bathed in a stream of light in their respective colors as
their clothes mysteriously vanished, and ribbons, feathers, sparkles,
and stars washed over them, leaving them in several different poses, each
person wearing a body-hugging white swimsuit top, sailor collars, elbow-
length gloves, an EXTREMELY short skirt, and very high heels, all adorned
with a bow and a crystal broach on the chest, and a bow with long strands
tipped off at the back of the waist.
As they finished, the sailor senshi ran outside to the source of the
trouble.
There was nothing.
Actually, they couldn't see anything as they scanned the ground.
There was a long line of destruction, including crushed building, torn up
cement, and a mass of dead people executed in similiar ways the woman had
been. Pools of blood gathered beneath them.
Innocent, dead, civilians that had nothing to do with it.
Somewhere up, something was laughing. Make that some *one*.
"Who. . " Uranus growled as the inners turned green.
All of them looked up, only see a pin speck in the cloudless sky.
"Whoever that bastard is, it's gonna pay!" Jupiter smacked her fist
in her hand as she got ready to spring at the small figure floating in the
sky.
"No, wait!" Mercury told the brunette. "This isn't the normal type
of enemy. It's just been destroying; it's not gathering anything or
searching for anything."
"You're right," Venus answered. "But what kind of *thing* would do
this. . . ?"
"We're about to find out," Neptune dreaded.
She was right. The speck in the sky noticed the sailor senshi and
was approaching them at a rapid speed.
"Can you guys fly?" Sailor Moon suddenly asked.
"Why. . yes," all of them answered. Sailor Moon had said nothing
at first; she was too shocked. But for her to ask a question out of the
blue. . it was much too unusual.
"Good." Sailor Moon suddenly took off, her voice taking the type of
dtermination that meant she was definitely MAD.
Venus stared. "Somehow, I don't think she's taking this too well."
"Gee, you really think?" Jupiter retorted as she began to levitate,
and followed the two outers up to the air.
Venus quickly turned around to face Mercury, who was busy reading the
printouts on her visor.
"Oh no," Mercury whispered, eyes widening. "Usagi has no idea what
that thing is."
"NONE of us know what that is."
"I think I do." Mercury adjusted her visor. "And if I'm right, then
we're in A LOT of truoble."
******
CLUNK
There was a sound of a door closing, something being dropped to the
floor, and then the shuffling of feet.
A brown haired woman paused in her cooking from the kitchen and looked
out the door of the kitchen. "Ranma, Akane? Is that you?"
"Hai." Two tired voice answered in unison.
"Wow," a smirking voice came from the stairs. "This has got to be
first time only you too have answered in unison."
"Nabiki," Akane pleaded weakly, "you have no idea what it's been like
the last hour."
"Oh, I know perfectly well," the mercenary answered. "Ah, but what
would I tell to daddy?"
Both teenagers had stricken looks upon their faces, knowing perfectly
well that both Soun and Genma always disapproved of the fights. Well, it
was the matter that they thought untrained males would be easy to take out.
Not a likely a scenario these days.
[Know what?] A panda signed as it refused to move its head, instead
focusing all attention of the game of shogi it was currently engrossed in
with a long haired man sitting across from him.
"Exactly what took you so long to get home anyway?" The long haired
man asked in a caring voice, turning his head from the board, giving the
panda a chance to be "creative" with the pieces.
"There was A LOT of boys at the school gate." Akane answered,
stressing the word "A LOT" rather heavily.
"And when she says a lot, she means A LOT," Ranma-chan added.
[And you couldn't defend yourself soon enough to get home early?!!]
The panda furiously signed.
Ranma turned a shade of red as she tried to find the right words.
Akane only sighed, knowing that Ranma had his/her pride, and naturally,
being who he\she was, it was typical of him/her.
<Baka.> She thought as Ranma began a shouting match while the panda
signed, arguing over the amount of males possible in Furikan High.
"Look," Akane suddenly interrupted. "The main problem was that there
were two new girls that the BOYS decided to form a fan club after, and ended
up chasing us all."
The father and son/daughter ignored her and continued to argue.
Aura flaring, she snatched her mallet out of hammerspace.
Somewhere else, Goku flinched slightly as a VERY strong (and angry)
ki shot out of nowhere. It was very strong for a human, though it was
nowhere his level.
Giving a shrug, he returned to nearly inhaling a platter of chow mein
like there was no tomorrow (which could have been true) though he had raided
the Capsule Corporation fridge 6 hours ago.
He just hoped the ki wasn't doing *too* much destruction.
******
Flying was a wonderful sensation. Riding on a floating ball wasn't
too bad either.
However, being pushed up by a burning ball of crackling energy
similiar to Sailor Jupiter's element was NOT wonderful.
She strained to swerve around the orb. The burning energy didn't
touch her, since the natural shield around her prevented that, but she
could feel it. She wasn't used to her flying abilities yet; it was hard to
just simply fly around it. She just learned how to fly in the last major
battle, and even she couldn't expect to master such a difficult technique.
The ball was VERY strong and it was pushing her in a wide arc. If she
didn't get off soon, she was either going to be heading through the
stratosphere or explode along with the unsteady matter.
Uranus gritted her teeth and balled her right hand into a fist,
steadily gathering energy.
"WORLD SHAKING!"
A gold beam shot from her fist and seemed to bend around the ball,
but it was enough. Uranus pushed off and plummeted a few hundred meters
before stopping as the ball shot up, freed of its load.
BANG
It exploded, scattering only smoke across the azure sky.
But down. .
Uranus glanced down and cursed mentally as she noticed the "thing"
was gaining the advantages in fighting the sailor senshi.
She hadn't figured out what it was yet. It was big, muscular, and
clearly masculine, but it wasn't like any she had fought before. It had
riveting blue skin that barely fitted its massive frame, but the face had
a certain downward look to it, from the heavy ridges above its glowing
red eyes to inhuman fangs. It was wearing obscure clothing, no shirt, and
really loose pants.
If she hadn't known better, she would have mistaken it for a
powerhouse guy on Halloween.
BUT, he <if that IS a he> glowed with a swathing black aura that was
seemingly worse that Galaxia's.
Uranus growled. Jupiter was batted away by the hulking thing; Venus's
attack didn't affect it; Mercury was still calculating its weakness; Mars
just recently arrived and was just barely to hold her own; Sailor Moon
didn't have enough time to gather an attack; Neptune was dodging the
orbs the youma, she decided to call it, shot at her with a free arm; the
man was clearly powerful, VERY powerful.
"HEY BASTARD," she screamed at the guy, catching his attention. The
youma turned a blank face at her. "SPACE SWORD BLASTER!"
She extracted her sword and swung it in arcs, creating beams of
energy that shot directly towards the intended target. However, the
youma simply raised an arm and blocked it.
There was a sudden blur before *something* struck her on the arm.
A cracking sound only confirmed the worst; her arm was broken. Another
blur; a knee buried in her abdomen. A thick fingered hand grabbed her
useless arm and began to twist it in a slow, ominous manner.
Uranus forced herself not to scream as she doubled over in pain.
There was a cry from the far off, but she couldn't concentrate on
anything else.
"SHINE AQUA REFLECTION!"
Searing pain shot up her arm momentarily before the pressure ceased
and the massive figure that had a knee buried in her stomache was gone.
Uranus grabbed her arm carefully and tried move, but could only stay in
one place.
<Michiru. . >
"SILVER MOON CRYSTAL POWER KISS!!"
A streak of light shot from the ground up, exploding into feathers
at a point that wasn't too far from Uranus.
Haruka could only pray that the attack only destroyed evil.
The light died down, leaving a battered, but still alive form of the
blue skinned youma.
"Oh god. . " she whispered. "Oh god. . . "
They were as good as dead now.
******
Hotaru flinched.
"Eh, what's wrong?" Jade asked in a naive way.
Hotaru knew *something* was wrong with the sailor senshi, but she
had the gut feeling that telling Jade that she was the bringer of destruction
(which fitted accurately during the recent episode at school) wouldn't be
good.
"Nothing," Hotaru shook her head. "I was wondering, exactly how did
you fight in that tight skirt?"
"Fighting in a skirt?" Jade asked in disbelief. "That's easy. You
just have to move around correctly."
"Can you teach me some martial arts?"
"Anou. . . I guess."
"Ah, Hotaru, there you are!"
Both girls turned around to see a somewhat flustered looking Setsuna.
"Oh, hi Setsuna-san," Jade answered.
"Sorrycan'ttalk, Hotarucomewithmerightnow!" Setsuna answered as she
grabbed Hotaru and walked out the door.
Jade stared a little before turning back to her desk. She shook her
head in a sigh and pulled out her labtop.
Some people *were* weird.
Unexpected Turbulence
Life was hard for kami-sama. The jobs, the trouble, the
responsibility, the . . .phone calls?
Yes, Dende found his palace _ridden_ with telephones of all sorts,
all of them ringing off the hook. Often, he couldn't pick them up in time
and lost the other end. He was QUITE sure A LOT of people were NOT happy.
It was a bad record for the Lord.
Dende-kami-sama was NOT having a good time.
His black-skinned djinn companion could only sigh in annoyance as
piles of paperwork and phones appeared, overflowing the giant mahogany
desk Dende-kami-sama found himself placed in one day.
Well,(un)forunately, Dende's green-skinned, ill-tempered, pointy-eared,
turban and cape doffing alien friend had chosen not to visit him. If his
green-skinned, ill-tempered, pointy-eared, turban and cape doffing alien
friend *had* chosen to visit him, Dende would have gladly handed the work
of kami-sama back to its former god/Lord.
Now, he wasn't sure *how* he got stuck with signing release dates
for convicted demons that blah, blah. It should have been Enma-daiou's
work, not his.
Little did he know, Enma-daiou already had a handful going in hell.
Dende-kami-sama currently found himself engrossed in searching for
someone to be Kami-sama so he could take a break. There was only so much
a Nameck could take before going nuts.
Unfortunately, that may have been a little late.
<Ah, gotta find a good replacement.>
<Ha, good luck.>
<You try dealing with five hundreds piles of paperwork per hour!>
<I alreay AM! I'm you, remember?>
<Oh yeah. . . >
<Hey, who's that?>
<Nah, that guy's too pathetic.>
<Ooohh, how about that green haired girl? She looks calm enough.>
<Who said looking calm made you a good god?>
<Well, Namecks are green you know.>
<I know that.>
<Hey wait, how is anyone going to produce the dragonballs and sustain
their energy?>
<HEY, why didn't you think of that?>
<Whadya mean? You're the one talking to yourself in the head.>
If there was a real, true, one all important god, it was not a
merciful one.
If Dende had been a certain magical knight, he'd be pounding his head
against the nearest blunt object. Fortunately, for the sake of everyone,
the Ultimate Lord was not *that* cruel.
Dende was just stuck with watching the magical girls fight something
really bulky and looked more like one of the Z senshi's enemies. He didn't
know how the youma thingy came in, but he didn't call the Z senshi. For
some reason, he just *knew* that he couldn't.
There was a small breeze floating through the air, followd by,
strangely enough, little red flower petals. The sun began to shine in a
too-bright-and-hazy-to-be-real manner as clouds began to float around.
Dende got the pit feeling that he was something like in a dream
sequence (being the fact that he WAS kami-sama, he had SOME experience in
such things), except that it was VERY real. The sky was turning colors . .
<Ouch! That's gotta hurt the tall blonde!>
<My, how did that Moon girl get some much power in her attack?>
<You're asking me. There isn't suppose to BE a moon.>
<Actually, I think I remembered that the papers confirmed that the
moon here was being restored.>
<How's everyone gonna take this?>
<Frankly, I have no idea.>
<Isn't it odd how I'm talking to you?>
<What are you talking about?>
<I'm talking to you.>
<I AM you!>
<You are?>
<YES!>
<Hey, how about that girl with her hair in ponytails?>
<Nah, she looks kinda mad, like she just broke up with her boyfriend.
You know how kami-samas aren't allowed to let a relationship disturb them.>
<I don't know. . .she looks calm enough.>
<You call that almost Saiya-jin scowl calm?>
"Dende-kami-sama?"
<Who's that?>
<Mr. Popo, remember?>
<He is?>
< .. . . . >
<Hey, why is the sky changing colors?>
<It is?>
<YES!>
<Hey, cool, look at that really nice shade of green.>
Dende-kami-sama clearly had developed an obession with green.
Somewhere, much lower in the stratosphere. . .
It was a bad day for the sailor senshi. A VERY bad day.
Uranus (don't even THINK about making a joke) clutched her arm as
she awaited what would probably be her doom.
The slightly blackened, and somewhat charred form of the youma
was growling at all the sailor senshi, especially Sailor Moon.
"You." He suddenly spoke to Sailor Moon in a low tone.
"DIE."
The future queen of Crystal Tokyo "eeped" and immediately hid behind
Pluto. "I don't WANNA DIE!!!!!!!!"
Everyone except for the currently busy crying princess sweatdropped
noticeably, including the youma who carried a confused look on his face,
<Okay. . .> Uranus thought. <That was quite a personality change
from that time she seemed really mad. . . something's wrong here. . .
hey, waita minute, when did Pluto and Saturn arrive?>
She stopped thinking when there was a sound of really dry and rusted
iron gyrating slowly, screeching louder than Moon's crying.
"Nani?"
The sky shook <shook?!!> and began to twist colors, changing the blue
to a pale grey, to a light azure, to setting-sun-pink (the color really
exists, in case you don't know), to scarlet lake (yes, another color, all
found in the wonderful world of Prismacolor), to a shade of REALLY dark
navy blue streaked with lightening.
For a faint moment, something CRASHED through Uranus's mind, and
everyone else's, over flooding with information. If one didn't know better,
they minds were downloading information from the cosmic motherboard. It
probed down to the innermost core, webbing out in branches as it mixed
with the original memories. It showed a series of events so intense, and
some how real, it *hurt* to simply look at it.
Somewhere else, a certain black haired girl with arcane symbols on
her forehead choked on her ice cream when her glowing computer beeped. She
quickly grabbed a phone and dialed a number that was sent all what to the
big floating palace in the sky. "Oh megami-sama," she whispered.
"Yggdrasil is in BIG trouble."
The palace in the sky shook too. A group of people circling
the West Capital narrowed their eyes curiously and wondered unforseen
disaster struck them now. A group of teenagers around the Nerima ward
didn't even feel the tremor as they chased after a pervert as their
best martial artist & dad flew through the orbit.
Only a certain spikey haired girl sat at her keyboard and monitor,
seemingly unaffected. She blinked for a moment before disappearing into
subspace.
Let's go back to our little problem with the senshi noww. . . .
There was A LOT of things buzzing through the Sailor Senshi's head.
<. . a flash of blue. . .>
<. . owowowowow, migraine, migraine.. . >
<. . daddy!. . >
<. . KAME. . . >
< . . no BAKA!!!>
<.. migraine, migraine, migraine.. . >
<. . .-way pirate!>
<. . he twisted upward and kicked. . >
<.. . .greatest champion! Mr--. . .>
<. . Blue Thunder!. . >
<. . .RAY WING. . . >
<. . .ah. . Piccolo-san!. .>
<. . Hadouken!. . >
<. . . Ifurita?!. . >
<. . don't ever give up. . . >
<. . Kakaratto!! . . .>
<. . I pledge myself to thy. . >
< . Kaiou-ken, san baida!. . >
<. . my greatest invention. . >
<. . Super Patented. . ATTACK!!. . >
<. . miyah!>
<. . .darkness beyond twilight. . . >
<. . . Nuku Nuku!. . . >
<. . .Great Saiyaman!. . >
<. . kawaiikunee ometo. . >
< . . .Ankoukou Dragon Slave!. . >
<. . wHoa, wHy Do i fEeL So dIZzy. . >
<. . Washu-chan DA!. . >
<. . FUUUUUUUUU-sion HA!. . >
<. . .Hiryu Shoten HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!. . . >
<. . .onore!. . .>
<. . .orororororororororo. . . >
At this point, Saturn was vaguely aware that "Blue Thunder" could
only have been Kuno. Being as rational as she could be during such times,
she quickly assumed (under enormous stress) that somehow, Kuno was
envolved in this.
Before she could heft her glaive, she was plagued with another series
of memories, something about. . . aliens, flying, big explosions, and
lotsa violence. Everyone around her was pretty much feeling the same.
The big blue skinned thing gave a groan and. ... fell over.
Had the senshi not been in awful pain from a GIANT migraine, they
would have relatively been going into overkill to make sure someone like
him (if it was a him)was never going to rise again.
A giant pulsating orb appeared out of nowhere, decimating the youma.
It shrunk to a pinpoint before expanding slowly, absorbing all of the
senshi. . except for Sailor Pluto, who quickly activated a portal with
what strength she had left, and escaped to the 4th dimension, her
dimension.
"THAT," she started as she regained her voice.
"..did not go well," a voice finished for her.
Pluto didn't need to turn around to figure out who the person was.
There were very few people who managed to enter the 4th dimension, and
even fewer who were conciously aware they were in the 4th dimension (she
had a slight. . incident with Ryouga). She cast some of her powers to
scanning the timeline, and found only two gaps where people disappeared to
the 4th dimension. One of them was. . .Ryouga, and the other was. . .
a pixiefish.
Pluto frowned. Ryouga was already walking out of the 4th dimension
while the pixiefish simply stayed where it was, since it was just a
sentientless being. If it was a pixiemual, then she had something to
worry about. Still, she was more concerned about the person. The voice was
clearly female, and somewhat young sounding. . . .
Pluto's eyes narrowed in annoyance as she stared down at the
lavendar ground.
That narrowed down to only one person who could possibly escape to
the 4th dimension and not have to worry about the Guardian of Time tracking
her:
Washu.
"WASHUUUUUUUUUUUUUU." Guardian of Time growled in warning.
"Interesting," an obnoxious sounding voice answered, "you never
told your friend."
"Setsuna-kun? How come you never told me you wore a short mini skirt
uniform?" Another female voice asked.
<Oh kami-sama. . . > Pluto thought. <It can't be. . .>
Pluto gripped her Time Rod and slowly turned around to face the
grinning, yet serious face of a girl with spikey red hair, and a girl with
a confident, but slightly confused look that could only have been found on
the face of Jade.
"WA." Pluto gritted through clenched teeth.
"I love irritating you."
"SHUUUUUUUUU!!"
Pluto immediately hurled a Dead Scream at the twenty thousand year old
alien, which disappeared slowly in a haze of marron as it contacted with
Washu's personal force field.
"You're the fabled Time Guardian," Jade accused, "aren't you? The
one meant to make sure the best comes out."
Pluto cast a sad look at her, quite different from the expression of
pure hatred. "If only that was true, Jade. If only that was true. . "
"Nice, isn't it?" Washu grinned at her.
"You, little brat," Pluto answered, her face twitching, "are going to
die, VERY PAINFULLY!!"
Pluto was about to attack Washu when one powerful hand gripped on the
staff and yanked it out of Pluto's hand, knocking both woman down.
"I hate to do this," Jade said as the two looked up, "but where is
Hotaru? And why does the manual say the level of neutronium and
radium is too high?"
Had Jade been intimidating as she began her rant, it would have been
the one girl Spanish Inqusition.
******
There were a lot of tremors. A LOT.
"Daddy! What's going on?"
Vejita winced. He hadn't quite gotten used to the human ways of
"daddy," especially when his daughter called him that.
Bra clutched tighter on his arm as the sky twisted to through a
rainbow of colors all while the ground shook.
<Funny,> Vejita thought, <I don't ever remember there being natural
earthquakes here, only the ones caused by transformations. Not only that,
there are *no* ki signatures, nor any active beings.>
"EEK!" Pan shrieked as lightening streaked in webbed formations,
thunder following in less than a few tenths of a second. She hovered in
the air to keep herself stable, dropping a few of her bags.
Vejita wondered exactly *why* such things chose to happen just when
he was out shopping with his daughter and niece, although the latter could
have been omitted. It didn't exactly worry him, since he had faced far
more dangerous events, but it wasn't normal. His ki shield spread to
cover the two girls, but there was only so much an invisible network of
energy focused from emotion and will could filter out.
There was a grinding, rusty-iron-rubbing-against-each-other-sound
when the black sky suddenly blurred and shook, leaving after images in
blinding shades of red and green.
A black shape appeared before them, almost familiar in a way.
"Eeeeeeiiiiii!" It gave a short yell as it tripped over a rock
and barely caught itself. It then straightened up and noticed the trio
in front of it. "Ohayo Vejita!" It yelled, bumping into the shield. It
began to rub the back of its head.
<Oh kami-sama, not now!> Vejita lamented. <As if the screaming from
those pathetic beings wasn't giving me a headache enough.>
Sure enough, the alto/soprano voice that never did fit a man belonged
to Goku. He hung in the air with his naive look, eyes widened. "It's
like someone summoned Sheng Long!"
"Ojiisan!" Pan exclaimed, instantly copying Bra's moves of clinging
to a limb, and latched onto back on her grandfather in a hug. It was
almost comical, as Pan's small form simply couldn't reach across Goku's
broad shoulders to cling fully, and fell off, her grandfather reaching out
to catch her by the shirt, laughing.
<Trust the imbecile to laugh at a time like this.> Vejita huffed.
"Saa-a, what's going on?" The saviour of the world asked, cradling
his grand daughter in the crook of an elbow. "Chi-Chi got worried about
Pan so she asked me to find her."
Vejita was *about* to say something very rude to the Saiya-jin when
an intense flash of light spread through his mind, seeping into him. The
ground around the four began to crumble, glowing with a rainbow array of
colors that coalesced into a massive ball of light the four Saiya-jin and
half-breeds found themselves in.
<NO!> He furiously screamed mentally as it spread down to his
inner most thoughts. He was barely aware that his other three companions
were acting in the same way he was; he was too absorbed in trying to
prevent the *thing* from invading him. It was just like Babedi speaking
to him, offering him the majin power to enhance him, only this time, the
sense was sentientless, only pouring into him. It came from the outside,
and inside, oozing from forced cracks in the ki and mental shields,
flooding his mind with events that were either ridiculous or serious beyond
a matter of words. Furious battles, a will beyond description, warriors
that did not fight, a demon goddess. . .
He didn't know why, but the feeling the light left as it slowly
slipped away was warm in a way.
THUD
That was about as far as he got in the thinking process before
everything blacked out.
******
"So, lemme get it straight," Jade said for the upteenth time,
"currently actions are not of your doing, and I'm not on call, correct?"
"Yes," Pluto answered, drawing a hand over her face as Washu fidgeted
with her gadgets. "The wizards have nothing to do with this; it is the
action of the cosmos alone. Besides, you--"
"Hey, I think the Tokyo points are lightening up!" Washu interrupted
as her scanner of some sort showed five dots glowing. "And this group is
standing on one of them!"
Pluto cast a glance at the scanner, then back into the twisting
rainbow stream that was naturally placed in the 4th dimension's marron
walls, a horrified expression growing on her face.
"Washu, get Jade back to her original space before you moved her,
now!" Pluto grinded. She turned off to the horizon (if one could call it
that in the seemingly wallness, groundless 4th dimension)and seemed to
mutter to herself: "Oh gods, _THEY_ are on it."
Jade cast a bemused expression at the currently confused Washu before
the alien being grabbed her arm and shoved her through the ever convinient
dimension portal hole.
Washu slowly turned around. "Tell. Me. What. The. Hell. Is.
Going. ON!"
She blinked.
Pluto was gone.
Pluto had also sealed off the dimensional walls.
"DAMN YOU SETSUNA!"
Somewhere else. .
WHOMP
Pluto sighed as she removed her staff from the head it was currently
embedded in. It was easiest to catch them while they were still absorbing
the information, especially for someone like them.
Ah, but the owner of the head was groaning.
THUD
Down went the garnet rod, hitting the back of the neck of the man
(which could have result in serious cranial injury had the owner not
already suffered that). The latter groaned a little and then fell
unconcious.
Geesh, some people's skulls were hard.
She cast a glance down at the two children, already unconcious when
she arrived. That was good for her, at the least. The other short man
took a few strong blows to knock out, but he seemed to be regaining
conciousness.
THWACK
Pluto blinked. The garnet rod actually had a scratch on its otherwise
pristine surface.
<Hmmph.> She thought, lips curling into a smile as she realized that
she _did_ lock Washu in the fourth dimension. Life wasn't all bad.
<Saiya-jins.>
She waited until the light from the future Crystal Tokyo point died
down, and making sure that the four were still in the same spot, she left.
<Now, back to Washu.>
******
Washu's lab was the most fortified room in all of existence. Nothing
short of a ninety megaton nuclear bomb could penetrate it. Even ki blasts
capable of destroying the planet wouldn't penetrate it.
However, somewhere in the silence of the lab when Washu wasn't there,
came the noise of cheap sythenizers, and computer graphics aglore. Clearly,
Washu's lab *wasn't* impenetrable.
Mihoshi was having a wonderful time playing Super Mario.
Of course, being the mindless and completely innocent Galaxy Police
Officer she was, she continued playing even after something registered in
her mind that Washu was gone for too long.
{GAME OVER, YOU LOSE.}
"Aw man!" Mihoshi sighed. She was getting so good at it, she almost
got the turtle part.
"Mihoshi!" A voice called.
"Yes?" She answered from her lotus position. It sounded like Sasumi
was going to cook.
"Have you seen Washu?"
"Nope."
"Okay, thanks anyway!"
"No problem!"
Mihoshi rebooted the game and continued to play.
******
Jade sat at her desk, idley glancing at the screen of her laptop.
She had set the computer to scan for any other temporal cracks in the
dimension, after Setsuna asked Washu to throw her out.
<It isn't fair!> Jade thought. <Setsuna's always got something
going on.>
Well, at least she *could* do something. Naturally, she loved
annoying the time guardian as much as the girl, Washu, loved to. It came
as a small shock that Setsuna was the time guardian, and was suppose to be
Sailor Pluto, but from Jade's experiences, and partially the way Washu and
told her about it all, she knew not to question about where Setsuna came
from.
That didn't mean she couldn't ask questions. Besides, she was
concerned about the well being of Hotaru.
Jade frowned. The screen indicated that in her area, there were
two projectiles heading directly *for* her.
<Funny,> she thought as she magnified the two objects, <they look
an awful lot like a girl and a panda.>
CREAK
The wooden ceiling above her creaked.
<Hun?> Jade's reflexive instincts took over as she jumped out
of the way just as plaster began to crumble.
BOOM
The wooden frame of the ceiling crash, creating a giant hole in the
ceiling. First, a girl came crashing down. Then, a giant black and white
panda landed on top of her.
"Ranma?" Jade asked in disbelief.
The girl couldn't say anything, but her fingers were in the approved
"I'm in serious pain" gesture only too obviously.
The panda growled a little and then slowly got up, padding around.
"Oh my," Jade uttered, unaware she was mimicking a certain Tendo
sister perfectly.
[Kasumi?] The panda squinted at her whle holding up a sign.
Jade blinked. Both of them had energy signatures that were clearly
human, but the panda. . well, the panda was a panda that could sign.
"Are you okay, Ranma?" Jade asked, deciding to ignore the panda. She
walked over and examined the short girl.
Ranma-chan only groaned.
<Hmmm. . > Jade thought, knowing perfectly well that Ranma was in
pain. A healing spell would undo the cracked ribs and giant mallet shaped
imprint on her face (which Jade had no idea where it came from), and the
bruises. However, that required a lot of energy, and Jade wasn't about to
give her own ever since the last incident with a cousin. Besides,
she was mad a Setsuna, and being mad wouldn't help.
A human ki. . .
However. . . she didn't learn to be a Joketsuzoku for nothing.
Jade smiled at the panda that was trying to tiptoe out of the room,
a few gears in her brain working. She set another base for the healing
spell as she grinned wider.
"Come here Mr. Panda. ." She cooed.
******
He strolled down the hallway, holding his books in one hand. Things
had calmed down, and he hoped that everything would be alright. After all,
Setsuna-san had said that it was the last event to happen before the Ice
Age, the deep cold sleep, before Crystal Tokyo would began.
Mamoru was in a fairly good mood.
America wasn't such a bad place, and his education was going quite
w--
Pain.
Searing pain.
Mamoru dropped to his knees and lost his books as he clutched his
head.
It HURT.
There was a grinding sound as the land around him began to twist.
<Oh kami-sama, Usagi!> He thought as something burned on his forehead.
Blackness.
******
The grinding sound ended.
That was good.
It stirred a little as it looked beyond itself, into the universal
timestream. Strange, the energy concentration was much too high to be just
sailor senshi. Aeons old it was, but never had it seen such power. . . not
since the last Super Star Sailor Vejita(sei).
Its companion was up to something; it could feel it.
Hmm. . .perhaps it could turn it to *its* favor. Playing games had
always been its. . .habit. But that required a form. .
It slowly formed into a solid being, one of that being a small,
humaniod shape: a human female. A *nude* human female.
She had her head bent down, as if some massive weight burdened her
shoulders. Her figure was not completely finished as ribbons from her
element whirled, darkening the already faceless world she was in. It
swathed around her before expanding, coalescing into an black aura that
wasn't simply *black.* It hurt for the human eye to even glance at it; it
writhed with a burning sensation.
She slowly lifted her head up, the features on her face forming, down
to the last detail. Her eyes were but empty black holes, devoid of life.
Then, they glowed with a deep red light, slowly dying down to an
expressionless black that had red pupils. Her hair was in a shade of
midnight blue, almost black, trailing down to the shoulder blades of her
relatively human body.
But no *human* could have her body, a perfect manipulation of genes,
technology, math, physics, and magic, one of the few ever created.
A glowing sphere appeared infront of her, shooting out shafts of
light, illuminating her face briefly, but leaving shadows in place of her
eyes, only red orbs shining through. Her delicate fingers reached up and
grasped the ball in both hands, draining the light away, leaving a gray
object that stood out easily in the blackness.
Various images flashed through her mind, all of them, female.
She opened her mouth to utter one word in a hissing notion:
"Kuaizi. . . . "
The object in her hand clicked, moving one piece.
She smiled. It wasn't a pleasant one.
******
It was a fairly complex day. Since worlds ran at different speeds,
it was almost impossible to plan the right moment. She had reach the
chamber before the dimensions merged; not an easy task.
Frost was having a bad day.
Clearly, she hadn't expected hell in Enma-daiou's realm to be so. .
hellish.
The hell area was an area of barren land and rocks. Magma flowed in
rivets everywhere like rivers of fire, tongues of flame reaching out to
burn and consume anything that went near it. Preferably, being the Mistress
of Ice, fire was to be avoided at all costs.
It was a good thing the orges in hell were used to people flying
around. It was also good that Frost could maintain a "double" personality
face.
Frost had to basically levitate over a vast expanse of land, mainly
because she had no apparent idea *where* the little place called "The
Chamber of Doom" was. All the directions she got from the local Demon King
of the Underworld was "head for the largest energy concentration," as he
gave her an unusual look.
After hearing that, she gave a small shrug and did so. Somehow, she
didn't expect fat jelly bean shapes to be bouncing around, nor that
teenage orge that was listening to very loud rock n'roll. There _was_ that
fat marshmellow thing that kept shouting "Abmenaj!" but it grew to be so
annoying that she just froze it in a block of ice and threw it at the
nearest black hole avaliable to her.
Hovering over the landscape, she noticed that there was a significant
concentration of beta-phi-ki, class 45, radiating from a sort of metal
fortress. In front of it was a small orge's office, green tiled roof and
all. There was a semi-average humaniod orge standing infront of the
metal gates, casting small, nervous glances her, and several unmentionables
(for the fear that kids are reading this. . well, I'm a kid).
"Tell me," Frost purred as she floated toward the hapless orge.
"What's behind that gate?."
The orge glanced nervously. "All of the worst villians existed
and executed by the Zed warriors."
<Zed warriors?> Frost raised an eyebrow in a way that was more
seductive to the orge than her. <I didn't think they even executed.>
"Well," Frost took a breath. "How 'bout you letting me see them?"
"I'm sorry miss, but you need Enma-daiou's permission."
She had to give the guy credit. Not that many people were capable of
saying that to her, let alone tell her. Ah well, she WAS the mistress of
ice.
FWOOSH
The orge man didn't even have a chance to scream before he was encased
in a block of ice.
Frost placed a fingertip on it, channeling a small amount of energy.
TINK
TINK TINK TINK TINK
The frozen block shattered in a show of splinters.
Inside the barrier. . .
It was a boring day for all of the occupants of the metal fortress.
All the villians there (whad'ya expect?) were more than bored to hear tales
about Son Goku or something Super Saiya-jin killing them off.
Furiiza had his arms folded his chest, frowning like he always did.
He could see why everyone said hell was an awful place; there was absolutely
NOTHING to do. At least he recovered his original body instead of the metal
one. Not only that, his power actually increased somewhat . but that was
useless. When one was stuck here, they were STUCK. And they couldn't
exactly die either.
FWOOSH
All of the villians blinked. Strangely enough, the metal fortress
exploded. . . only to be replaced by one of ice. Solid, pure, semi-
translucent ice. The temperature dropped several considerable degrees.
That center of it exploded, throwing sharp fragments everywhere. A
torrent of water rose high, exploding at the top, before dying down. There
was an extraordinarily high ki level in it, if it could be called ki. It
was much too. . .docile in levels of anger, and almost devoid of active
emotion.
However, it was enough to give a warning to the dead that whatever it
was, it was *not* to be messed with.
As the last of liquid died down, leaving a frozen crater large enough
to be called "impressive" by Majin Buu, the inhabitants of the
fortress saw the heart of cause.
It was a woman.
A dark blue haired woman, wearing a flowing kimono that nevertheless
did little to conceal the inhumanly perfect body she had. She floated in
the air, with no sign of being impressed. She carried a look of haughty
arrogance --which Furiiza realized-- would have made a former Vejita
envious.
"Which one of you is Furiiza?" She asked in a precise, cutting tone,
drawing out the end.
The unclassfied category alien trodded close to her, then lifted
himself up with match her eye level. Furiiza peered at her closely,
memories stirring faintly at the looks, looks that reminded him of
someone. .
"Ore." He stated for the records.
The woman's expression flickered for a nanosecond, not bothering
to even blink, she asked a second question. "And which is Cell?"
A flash of mottled green skin, and a figure that easily dwarfed
Furiiza's height appeared, barely stopping in time from hitting the woman,
almost as if a test.
She didn't even flinch.
"Watakushi." He declared, head slightly bobbing from the sudden
stop.
The woman finally smiled, unsettling both with ice blue eyes.
"My name is Frost, and I shall see it to that you both follow me, for
Chaos wants you."
"And what if we don't want to?" Cell inquired.
"And what if we decide we do something different?" Furiiza asked,
interested.
The woman's smile changed slightly, giving a tone of cruelty that made
both villians seem like the Teletubbies at their best. "Than I shall
deem it the way seem fit."
There was a brief crackling sound as both villians were encased in
a thick layer of ice. The other members of hell's private prison
backed away.
Frost's only smiled wider.
After's Worth
Her head was throbbing.
It *HURT.*
That was good; she was alive. Oh wait, her arm hurt a lot, too, and
so did her ankle.
Maybe that wasn't so good.
She groped around blindly, feeling something that was like soft
sheets. . .
<Sheets?!>
Super Sailor Uranus gave a groan and pushed herself up.
<OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!-->
"Oh, I see you're awake," a familiar voice said, sounding slightly
away from her.
"Kakyuu Hime?!" Uranus exclaimed, startled.
The red haired woman glanced at her, ponytails and loops shaking
slightly.
"The Starlights and I found you, and the rest of the Sailor Senshi
lying unconcious in the park. We took you back to our apartments before
the police could come." Kakyuu Hime explained. "From what I could tell,
we came in just in time. There was something going on, but I can't tell
what."
"Wait, where's everyone else?"
"Oh, Seiya, Taiki, and Yaten are tending them." Kakyuu-Hime answered.
"Usagi is okay; Seiya coaxed her into detransforming since her wings were
somewhat troublesome. All the rest of the senshi are safe. For some
reason, we found that Makoto, Minako, Ami, and Rei were already
detransformed."
Kakyuu leaned closer to her, touching Uranus's broken arm as a
pink aura surrounded both of them.
<The inners are weaker,> Uranus added mentally as she kept on wary
eye on her arm. <Naturally.>
"And I think it would be safer if you de-transformed. Seiya and
Yaten were able to keep the penthouses rooms for their houses in Tokyo,
but the problem is, anything can happen. If they see a Sailor Uranus in
this house, they would start to wonder." Kakyuu healed the broken
arm, leaving only traces of blood as a reminder as she moved down and fixed
the twisted ankle. "It's a miracle also how you lived, considering that
whatever shattered your arm is."
Uranus gave a nod and relaxed, letting the ribbons fly apart to
reveal her ordinary clothing as Kakyuu back away and resumed to sit on the
edge of the bed. "Domo arigato. Say, how did you get all of
us here?"
Kakyuu smiled. "A weak teleportation spell. Teleportation usually
requires a lot of power, but in this case, the distance was short, and
the amount of shielding needed was minimal. Do you know what attacked you?"
"Well, it certainly wasn't any basic youma. Also, it was blue
skinned, a hulking type, and didn't seem right.. . we never finished it
off either. We were about to be in, excuse my language, deep shit, when
the sky started to change colors--"
"The sky?"
"Yes, and then, it was like having something cram a lifetime's worth
of memories into my brain, with a really bad migrain, which I can still
feel, and then, the youma thingy just fell over, like it was dead. A blue
orb appeared out of nowhere, consumed it, and than engulfed us."
"Well," Kakyuu finally said after some silence. "That was certainly
not your average youma there."
Haruka cast a glance to the window before turning around. "Can I ask
you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why are you and the Starlights here? I don't mean to sound rude for
all your kindness, but aliens are still aliens and I pledged long ago to
keep the solar system safe."
"That's okay. We wouldn't have come anyway, if it wasn't for the fact
we knew something was going on."
Haruka raised an eyebrow. "Something 'going on'?"
"Something has gone horribly wrong," Kakyuu answered. "I'm one of
the few remaing original senshi--"
"Wait, you're a sailor senshi?"
"Well. . yes. But anyhow, that's not the point. I felt a disturbance
from the senshi core, I'll explain that later, and the stars dimmed to a
point where only our planet glowed. It may not make sense to you, but in
truth, such an action would mean our solar system is in danger. Still,
we also noticed that your planet, Chikyuu, had more than enough magical
properties interacting to create a supernova. Because your planet had held
the latest battle, we assumed that this is the center of all the cause."
Kakyuu continued.
Haruka blinked as her mind absorbed the information. "Oh. . I. .
see. . . "
Kakyuu smiled a bit sadly. "Galaxia wasn't your last battle."
Haruka suddenly bit her lower lip in thought before she slowly looked
up at the princess. "I knew Galaxia couldn't be the last battle before
Crystal Tokyo. . but don't tell Usagi, please."
Kakyuu Hime looked at her, slightly confused. "Why?"
"Usagi. . .had been promised peace, and she strived so hard for it
in the battle against Galaxia," Haruka answered, still biting her lip.
"It almost seemed as if. . .she couldn't have won if Pluto hadn't told her
that Galaxia was the last enemy. . Usagi, as odd as it seems, if actually
concerned about the future, her future, because she has seen it."
"I understand," Kakyuu answered softly. "She doesn't want anymore
fighting until the destined battle, and that hope of peace was what kept
her going."
Haruka looked at her. "Where's Hotaru, Setsuna, and Michiru?"
"Neptune is okay, but Saturn and Pluto?" Kakyuu looked at her,
puzzled at both the sudden change and the question itself. "They were
never there."
"WHAT?!"
******
He never thought headaches could be so bad; he simply couldn't
believe it.
"What do you mean I blacked out?!" Vejita nearly screamed at the
hapless medical attendant standing in front of him as he held an ice pack on
the left side of his head.
"Well, um, Mr.. . Vejita," the attendant laughed nervously. "We found
that nearly everyone was unconcious, so we got everyone to the nearest
hospital. No one was hurt or anything like that except that you and some
another man had--"
"Vejita!" A familiar called from the door.
<No, nonono, not this again!>
Goku emerged, awkwardly holding an ice pack to the back of his head
while a string of people --Pan, Bra, and a couple of nurses-- following
him, either concerned, or just simply following him.
"Tusan!" Bra exclaimed as she jumped onto his lap.
"What's going on?" Vejita growled.
"Well, the doctors say we all passed out for some reason," Goku
started cheerfully, "and then, they found us, and they said we got hit on
the head really hard or something."
"You, I can imagine," Vejita muttered. <But not me.. . waita minute,
that had to be the most intelligent thing he has said today. . is he
possibly getting. . . . .smarter?>
"Didn't the sky change colors?" Pan suddenly piped up.
"Colors, you say?" The nurses began to looked interested.
It took a little while for even the two Saiya-jins to distract the
medical workers and sneak out of the hospital.
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End Chapter One
Author's Rant:
An explanation for this is probably desired of: Why did
I want to write this? Well, I rarely find good crossovers
on the net that involve (mainly) SM, R1/2, DBZ, and some
parts by others (Tenchi Muyo!). It's my first piece,
and although I'd appreciate some C&C, please be lenient.
Also, my writing goes in weird pitches, so some parts are
deadly serious/funny, while the end for example, (in my
opinion) is pretty funny and light. It's a lot shorter
than I planned, but my friend/taskmaster convinced me people
don't want to read over 100 KB at a time, which, as I can
figure, well make twice as many chapters as I originally
planned.
If anyone had read my prologue, you can see it's severely
different, and there's a reason for that (one which I won't
tell ;-p)
There are quite a few puns on this, which I'd say some are
hard to notice unless you're Chinese, or understand Mandarin
(I'll leave it to you to figure out).
Yeah, yeah, I have a habit of overuse on commas.
Ja ne!
The Chibi Juzouningen, Juuchan
"I'm gonna rip your lungs out with a [SPORK!!!!]"
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