Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Chapter 2

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I know, it's been a while since I posted. I've tried so hard to get this next part out! Try not to kill me too much for all the delay. Because I am manipulating everyone to my fancy, I have decided to alter Gohan's age to suit my story. I know there's a huge age gap between him and Trunks (about 11 years, I believe). But in my fic, there is only a 4 year age difference. I dunno, I just like it better that way. Anyone that has a problem with that can, um... Complain?

Anyway, arigato to everyone who reviewed part one. I love all you guys! You keep me writing! I just wish I had more time to write. Hopefully I'll get the next part out sooner. And I still don't have a title, but I'm working on it. ^*^


Disclaimer: These characters are not mine....


The next day, Usagi was feeling somewhat stronger from her much-needed rest.
She had just been informed that she would be meeting Gohan's dad, so she waited
patiently for Gohan to come pick her up.

Trunks, playing the part of guard, told her that he would accompany them. She
only rolled her eyes to his statement, which made him all the more annoyed.

Not long after, Gohan arrived. "My dad is eager to meet you," he told Usagi. "We
better go." He was about to take off when Usagi grabbed his arm.

"You're forgetting one thing..." she said.

Gohan stared at her questioningly.

"I can't fly!"

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot!" Gohan scratched his head as he thought. "Well,
that's not a problem. I can carry you."

Usagi stared at him skeptically. "I don't know about this..."

"Don't worry so much!" With one swift movement, Gohan picked up Usagi into his
arms and took off, Trunks not far behind.

Usagi, despite the fact of being a thousand feet off the ground with only Gohan's
arms to keep her safe, was thoroughly enjoying flying.

Upon arriving at the Son house, Usagi was almost disappointed when they landed.
But she still found that trace of reassurance once her feet touched solid ground again.

"Come on; he's waiting." Gohan grabbed a hesitant Usagi's hand and led her into
the house, calling, "Otou-san, we're here!"

"Ohayo gozaimasu!" a man greeted as he entered the room. Without a doubt, this
was Gohan's father.

The unkempt black hair that spiked around his head like a jagged halo and the
same midnight black eyes that peered at her curiously were the same traits he had
passed down to his son.

Usagi glanced at him, then at Gohan, then back at him. "Nice to meet you, um..."

"Son Goku," the man offered, shaking her hand with a grip that practically crushed
her fingers.

"Tsukino Usagi," she returned.

"Otou-san, where is Kaa-san?" Gohan questioned his father.

"She's-"

"Goku!" a scream erupted from another room, echoing throughout the house.
"Right there," Goku finished with a sheepish grin.

A woman stormed into the room, fuming. "Goku, what did you do-- Oh," she
stopped as she took notice of their guest. "Gohan, are you going to introduce me to
your friend?" she asked expectantly.

"Hai. Usagi, this is my mother. Kaa-san, this is Usagi. She's from... Actually, I
don't know where you're from." Gohan turned to her.

Usagi didn't know how to answer Gohan. She shook her head. "I'm afraid I don't
remember," she murmured sadly.

"It's all right, Usagi," Goku gave her a reassuring smile. "Your memories will come
back in time. Chichi, would you mind if Gohan, Trunks, and I took Usagi around town?"
he asked his wife.

"Nani? Trunks, is that you hiding in the doorway?" Chichi called to him. "Stop
being so antisocial!"

"Don't mind him; he's the quiet one," Trunks overheard Chichi telling Usagi as he
approached.

As Chichi questioned him about how his family was doing, Usagi tuned out the
conversation. Besides being sore from yesterday, she was still extremely tired from
trying to remember anything about how she got to this place.

"So how about it?"

Usagi blinked, focusing back on the group. "Nani?"

"A trip around town," Gohan repeated.

"Hai, sounds like fun," she answered, happy to have an activity that wouldn't
exhaust her to the brink of passing out.

"See you later, Kaa-san!" Gohan kissed his mother on the cheek.

"We'll be back in time for dinner," Goku added.

"Ja ne, Chichi!" Trunks said as they headed outside.

"Sayonara, Chichi. It was nice meeting you!" Usagi told her before slamming the
door behind her.

Once Chichi was out of earshot, Usagi found that their plans had changed.

"I want to head over right away," Goku was telling Gohan, "so we can know more."

"More about what?" Usagi questioned as she joined them.

"We want to take you back to Capsule Corps and let Bulma monitor your stats and
possibly find out where that weird silver light came from."

"More work?" Usagi's heart sank. She wanted nothing more than to relax. After
what she had been through, wasn't it the least they could do for her? "Iie."

"Nani?" all three of them stared at her in surprise.

"Iie," she stated firmly, crossing her arms in front of her. "I am tired. I showed you
that I can fight. I may not be ad strong as any of you, but I can hold my own if need
be. I just want to take it easy for a couple of days. I'm not giving in," she continued
when Gohan was about to protest, "and that's final."

Trunks regarded her wearily. Just when they were about to find out more about
her, she made their plans come to a screeching halt. As much as he didn't want to
admit it, though, he agreed that she needed more time to recuperate. "She has a
point," he spoke up. "We wouldn't get accurate information if she kept fainting."

"Why Trunks, it almost sounds like you care," Usagi mocked.

"I just don't like wasting my time."

Usagi smiled wryly. "Iie, of course not. So how about it, guys?" she turned to the
group. "We return to Capsule Corps and just take it easy the rest of the day."

"It's not like we have a choice," Goku grinned in defeat, receiving a shake of the
head from Usagi. "You know, Usagi, you remind me so much of Bulma. She has a
stubborn streak a mile long, too!"

Usagi laughed along with the others. She noticed that Trunks was neither smiling
nor laughing. He was looking the other way, a slight frown on his face.

'I'll win you over yet, Trunks,' she decided, determined. 'You can bet on it.'


By the time they reached Capsule Corps, Usagi was used to the flying. She
jumped out of Gohan's arms when they landed. She still felt like she were up in the air.
Tripping over her own foot, she flew forward and would have fallen had Trunks not been
there to grab her arm and steady her.

"Arigato," she thanked him as he released her arm. He just continued walking.
She hurried to catch up with his long stride, struggling to keep up. Goku and Gohan
were not far behind.

The first thing they heard when entering the house was loud crashed, followed by
muffled shouting. They ran in the direction of the sound, stopping in the doorway of the
kitchen.

Bulma stood on a folding chair, taking dished out of a cabinet and hurling them as
a man Usagi had yet to meet.

The man, his jet black hair protruding up and spiking to a point at the top, stifled a
yawn with one hand while he used his other hand to make the dishes fly away from him
and shatter against the wall.

"Why don't you fight like a man!" Bulma screamed, a glass in each hand, ready to
throw. "Isn't that what you Saiya-jins do best?"

"Do not use my race's name in vain, woman!" he bellowed, his black eyes turning
even darker.

"My apologies, oh great prince," she answered sarcastically, throwing both glasses
at him.

Usagi was strangely fascinated by this scene. That man... He certainly was like
no one she knew. Then again, she couldn't remember who she used to know, so there
was really no comparison.

She glanced at the others, surprised to see that they held no concern.

"Not again, Vegeta..." Trunks muttered, sighing in exasperation. The look in his
eyes told Usagi he wanted to do something, yet he didn't move.

Goku and Gohan just watched in amusement, apparently used to seeing this
scene of destruction.

Usagi could no longer not interfere. She stepped into the kitchen, screaming,
"Stop fighting!"

Bulma, startled by the interruption, dropped the glass she had been holding. She
jumped as it shattered in the silence.

Vegeta surveyed the mess of broken dishes covering the floor. "You have quite a
mess to clean up," he smirked at Bulma.

Before she could rebuke, Usagi stepped up to him. "Who the hell are you to tell
her what to do? From the looks of it, half of this mess, if not all, is your doing."

"You obviously don't know who you are speaking to, girl, so let me inform you. I
am Vegeta, the crowned prince of the planet Vegeta, the strongest warrior in the
world."

"Big deal," Usagi shrugged. "I'm a moon princess, but I don't go around informing
people of my title. And what kind of warrior are you to fight a woman?" she continued
heatedly. "Are you so mighty that you beat all of the mean and now moved on to poor
Bulma?"

"Girl, I can do whatever the hell I please," Vegeta growled. "That includes taking
you on, if you're looking for a fight."

"Let's go then," she challenged.

"Iie! There will be no fighting!" Trunks pushed between them, glaring first at Usagi
and then at Vegeta.

"Do not interfere, boy," Vegeta warned.

"No fighting," Trunks repeated, holding Vegeta's menacing gaze.

"Never tell me what to do!" Vegeta shoved Trunks, sending Trunks stumbling back
into Usagi and knocking her to the ground.

"We will fight eventually, girl," he addressed Usagi before leaving the room.

Trunks sighed, turning to Usagi and taking her hand to help her up.

"Oh kami," Bulma breathed. "Trunks, be happy that you didn't inherit your father's
personality."

Usagi's eyes widened. Vegeta was Trunks' father? She searched his face for any
resemblance between the two. They had the same bone structure, the same stubborn,
strong chin. But their eyes were different. While Vegeta's stared daggers, Trunks' had
a depth that both frightened and intrigued her.

Noticing her stares, Trunks averted his gaze. He pulled her up. "So now you've
met the other part of me," he mumbled.

Bulma, sensing her son's weariness, changed the subject. "So, what brings you
guys back here so soon?"

"Usagi was tired, so we decided to take it easy today," Goku explained.

"That's actually not a bad idea," she agreed. "Poor Usagi has had a rough couple
of days."

"I second that motion," Usagi put in. "I just need some time to rest."

And rest she did. While the guys engaged in a sparring match outside, Bulma and
Usagi sat on the patio talking.

"I really love it here," Usagi was saying. "I don't know why, but it feels like it could
be home."

"Well, you can think of it as your home until you return to yours," Bulma offered. "I
wouldn't mind an addition to the family. My dad is always working, my mother... Well,
my mother is not always the most interesting company. Vegeta trains most of the
time, and Trunks... He's the only one that really brightens up my day. Both of them
do."

"Speaking of baby Trunks, where is he?"

"Oh, he's taking a nap. My mother is up there watching him. She has nothing
better to do, I suppose."

"I can think of worse things than watching a beautiful baby sleep." Usagi was
suddenly clouded with a memory she could quite make out. There was a little baby
lying in her crib, her arms outstretched to Usagi.

As suddenly as the vision appeared it was gone. Usagi shut her eyes tightly.
"Why can't I remember anything!" she cried, covering her face with her hands.

"They'll come back eventually," Bulma told her, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"I'm really tired... I think I need to lie down. Maybe my headache will go away."

"That's a good idea. It will probably help. I'll come check on you later."

"Arigato, Bulma." And with that, Usagi shakily stood up and went inside, her legs
barely carrying her to her room. She collapsed on the bed, instantly falling asleep.


"I'm going to get a drink," Trunks called to Goku and Gohan as he headed back
toward the house.

"Hey Trunks," Bulma called him over.

"Hai?"

"Can you please check on Usagi and see how she's doing? She wasn't feeling that
great and went to lie down an hour ago."

"Hai, I'll go check on her." Trunks stepped into the house. 'Why is it always me
there to help her?' he wondered as he made his way to the guest bedroom.

The door was ajar. He poked his head in. Usagi was on the bed, tossing around.
She was drenched with sweat, her face red from shed tears.

He took a step closer to her, unsure if he should wake her or not.

Suddenly she bolted upright, fully awake. Fear and sadness shone in her eyes as
they pooled with tears.

"Usagi, daijobu?" Trunks asked hesitantly, making his way over to her. He sat
down beside her on the bed.

She stared at him with tear-filled eyes before falling into his arms, burying her head
in the crook of his neck. She sobbed quietly.

"It's all right," he stroked her hair awkwardly, trying to comfort the crying girl. "I'm
here now. You're safe." He pulled her to him, rocking back and forth.

'What are your demons, Usagi?' he wondered. 'What is so horrible that haunts your
dreams? And how does that tie in with how you got here?'



Why is Trunks always the one there to help? Why does Usagi keep having these horrible dreams? You'll just have to wait for the next part to see!