Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Wonders Never Die ❯ Chapter II ( Chapter 2 )

Usagi walked in front of the others lost in her thoughts of the new enemy, her eyes were closed and head tilted backward silently enjoying the cool nights air and tingling sensation the moons light made her feel. Black mist swirled lowly to the ground slowly rising and gaining a thickness to it that it seemed to be black wall that surrounded her. She never knew. For when she opened her eyes again several minutes later the black mist had dissipated and vanished.

She stopped dead in her tracks sucking in a sharp breath at the sight before her. A forest? Ho-how'd we get here? Letting her gaze roam the area before her she took an unsteady step back, "Umm guys… wh-where are we?"

No one answered her.

"G-guys?" spinning around her eyes only widened more, "GUYS! WHERE ARE YOU!!?"

"GUYS!?!" yelling out once more stumbling over her own feet as it got darker. Turning swiftly she her mouth gaped open to yell as a speeding ball of light headed straight for her. No sound came out. In an attempt to get away from it she turned tripping over a root falling flat on her face hitting her head on rock, slipping into unconsciousness.
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Early morning rays filtered through the tree canapé making shapes on the ground below. The birds sag as animals scurried the earth for hidden food. Suddenly everything went silent seconds before every animal ran into hiding. "What do you mean you were fighting out here!?"

"Well, uh Jason and I were-"

"I told y'all not to fight alone!" a ladies voice raised up then sighed, "I don't want you two fighting and getting hurt… Your all I have left."

The wee boy walked over hugging the lady before backing off to where he was going. "I know maw… but come on! I think there was someone here last night."

Confusion shown on her face, "You 'think'? What do you mean?"

"Well we heard yelling…" And then a stray ki ball flew that way and… he mentally finished while trying to act like nothing else happened. He didn't want to get into more trouble.

"You heard yelling? Then just left?" she sighed, "Why?"

"Well come on maw, we didn't know what it was! We were too scared to go looking, 'alone' at night." He turned around smiling, "That's why I brought you this time!" happy with his thinking.

"Alright then" taking his hand nudging him forward, "lets see what it was then, if its still around here."

"Okies." They walked forward for about thirty yards turned left, then turned right and continued on 'til the boy gripped his mothers hand tighter pointing.

"Huh what it is Eric? Are you o-" she broke off following his finger, then gasped dropping his hand and moving forward at her feet's own will. "Oh my Kami… what's this child doing out here?" kneeling down beside the girl she slowly took in her appearance. Slight burns marks on her upper left arm and hair, scrapes along the skin that was bared on her right, but most of all she noticed that her sunny gold hair by her right temple was stained dark crimson. Alarmed she slowly started to turn her to her backside cradling her head carefully moving her hair as if the slightest shift would cause great pains.

There she saw the cause of it, four inches into her hair was a deep gash torn and slightly scabbed over. Shaking her head sighing softly she slowly dropped her hands by her side, the girls head softly set in her lap. "This isn't good" murmuring she looked up to her son who slowly stepped forward.

"What's not good maw? Is she okie?" peering closer to the older girl in his mothers lap he couldn't help be feel really bad for her. She looked to innocent and light to be sitting there almost lifeless like she was. And we might of caused it too! mentally yelling as kneeled down studying her face, then turning his upwards to his mother. "Maw?"

"I don't know son… she's badly hurt, we've gotta get her to the hospital and fast. I'm no doctor. I don't know how serious this is." She looked pointedly at her boy, "But I know if it were you, I'd be a mess of tears and heartache" her words were sincere letting him know this is why she worried about him, and wanted him to have someone over see his sparing, so he wouldn't end up hurt like that.

"Come now, grab her legs and hold 'em tight…" standing up she fumbled around in a pocket finding what she wanted double checking to make sure it was the right one. She popped the top and threw the blue container into the air, when the blue smoke cleared there laid a hover board. Walking to it pressing a button it immediately jumped three foot and stopped hovering there in the air. Nodding she pushed it over to the girl stopping it beside her. "Okay, now on three lift her legs and we'll put her on here since it's not that far. Okay?"

He nodded. "'M'kay."

"One… two… three!" they prepared for a hard time but found the girl to be surprisingly light for her size. Once she was on the made sure her head rested comfortably at the end while her legs dangled at the other end. "Alright lets get going now."

"Okies." The boy started to follow but was stopped by something shinning in the brush. Raising an eyebrow taking one glance to his mom he turned and carefully hurried over being wary of what it might be. Crouching down tilting his head to the side he parted the branches finding a silvery gray bag.

Must be hers, his mind reasoned upon first glance; he picked it up and ran back to his mom. She cast him a questioning look as she switched her eyes from him to the bag and back. "I think its hers." He answered getting a nod he put it over his arm letting it dangle in the crook of his elbow while he placed his hands on either side of the board keeping it steady while they walked out of the woods.

Rounding the crest of the hill they'd been climbing three large buildings came to view, each a light blue-gray color. The one in the middle one that held an emblem on it was slightly smaller then the two flanking its sides, they were connected at the base and upper levels by small-tunneled catwalks.

"'Bout time we got here! I'm dawg tired maw!" the little boy whined whipping sweat from his brow and repositioning the bag.

Giggling at her son she nodded. Indeed they had been traveling for around twenty minutes but it seems like hours. The worrying over the petit blonde girl making time seem to stretch out on them. "Well let's not dawdle here then, lets get over there." A nod from her son they started down the hill faster then they'd come up it knowing the girl needed attention, and needed it soon.

The little ones mother knocked on the door calling out. "Hello!? Anyone here!?" Ohh please let them be open! the lady pleaded mentally knowing this wasn't a full opt hospital or anything, but it was the closest they had. She knocked again, "Hello!? Please we need your help!"

Footsteps could be heard coming near them when the door carefully opened, "Yes, how can I? Oh dear! Please bring her right in!" ushering the people in pointing to a large area of the housing. "Please, lay her there. What happened to her?" she kneeled by her side taking her pulse.

Mother and child sat down across the red headed lady. "I-I don't know what happened to her. My son thought he heard a scream and came to get me… there she was… and here we are..." she answered hoping that was enough.

Nodding her head she softly set the girls arm across her chest, "How long has she been out for?" asked while rolling the blonde head to the side so she could inspect the wound knowing that was the cause for this visit when she saw the discolored hair.

"Umm… I t-think since last n-night m'am." The little boy stuttered slightly afraid.

The doctor's head snapped up, "Last night? Why didn't you tell someone if you knew?"

Putting a hand on her sons leg the mother chose to answer that question. "Because m'am he was sparing when I told him not to alone, let alone at night. When they heard the scream they were too scared to check it out on their own being in the forest as they were."

"In the forest?"

She nodded, "Yes m'am… that's where we found her…" glancing to her son then back, "And that bag belongs to her as well, it was laying on the ground beside her." She sighed tiredly taking one last look at the frail blonde girl. "Do you need us for anything else?"

"Hmm?" the doctor became lost in thought a moment before motioning for two trainees over. "Take the girl to room three, clean and recheck the wound, I'll be right in." at their nod she turned to the other two while her men transported the girl from hover board to gurney strolling her away. "If you could just please fill out this sheet for me? And let me know if you'd like to know how she's doing. We'll take care of the rest m'am, don't worry."

"Arigatou! I was so worried about her." Taking the bag from her son she handed it to her and the filled out form. "Here you are m'am. I'm sorry, but we've got to get going now."

"I understand it's alright. And thank you for bring her here." They bowed and left. Now to check on my new charge and call B. She needs to get down here.
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Across town a phone rang startling a medium sized woman causing her to jump for the phone, "Moshi Moshi?… Yes… I see… Right, I'll be right there… Mmhmm no problem hun, bye" hanging up the phone the lady went to a computer pad typing in lines of code before it beeped at her, the vid screen coming online show a face of annoyance.

"What do you want?"

"Nice to see you to moron." The other hmphed, "I'll be heading to the other place for a bit, someone just dropped off an injured child and need me there."

"You're calling me because a weak onna got hurt?"

The lady stuck her nose in the air with a snort, "No! I called you to say you could make you own food for tonight!" with that she grinned sticking out her tongue and hanging up the handset. Still grinning she walked about collecting her purse then headed out for to see this injured girl.
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A light hand pressed on the shoulder of the red head making her jump slightly, "You're here!"

She nodded, "Yes, now how is she?"

"Well as far as we can tell she's fine, just has a mild concussion, few scraps and bruises." She turned towards her friend, "That's why I called you in - well one reason - to make sure that I wasn't just under doing myself. That gash above her temple is pretty bad. I'd say a good sized rock did that."

"A sharp one at that." placing the bandage back carefully she nodded. "It seems fine… what was the other thing you wanted from me?" she asked raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

The other fiddled with her stethoscope nervously. "Well… I was wondering if you could maybe… take her with you?" she giggled seeing the look on her face.

"What!? You've got room here!"

The red head nodded, "Aye, we do, but we're not even open yet. We can't keep her here, that lady and boy were lucky enough that we were here today."

B sighed then smiled looking from her to the blonde and back, "You know it's not a problem, I was only kiddin' you. Sure I can take her, you know I've the medical wing at my place. Does she have anything with her? Or you know her parents?"

The nurse shook her head, "No, we've not been able to find anyone here with that name" gesturing to a bag on the table, "and she's only that one bag with her. You'll have to wait 'til she awakens for anything else."

"Alrighty then" grabbing the bag she turned towards the door, "Have Marcus wheel her out please? She can lay in the back seat. Just be careful." Getting a nod in return she headed to her car warming it up placing the girls bag in the passenger seat. Ohh boy… someone's not going to like this. Smirking slightly thinking of what would happen when she got home. After the small girl was loaded and strapped in snugly but where it wouldn't hurt her, she drove home.
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Sitting at the girls side once more the aqua haired woman shook her head feeling the girl's slightly cool hand she tugged the blankets up around her neck, tucking them in to keep her warm. Three days. She mused, You've been here for three days and I still have no clue where your from, who you are or what's going to happen when you wake up. Surely you've people that care for you, out there somewhere…

Standing she went to the window staring out at the never-ending blue and white sky. She knew sometime soon the girl would awaken and she was doing all she could to keep herself calm. This girl intrigued her. Oh it wasn't how or why she had gotten hurt like she had it was something about her. It was her hair more then anything else, it was a golden blonde yet had thick silver streaks that ran throughout it all. When she was first brought in and the fight over she had set to cleaning her wound better, and gently easing out the dried blood that had dried into a hard crust.

She had taken the girls hair down from the unique style amazed as it all fell cascading in waves around her. The length of it! She'd never seen hair that long in all her days, she couldn't help but run her fingers through it finding it to be softer then most and shin all its own even when dirty. Deciding she couldn't do much but watch over the poor girl 'til she awoke she left the room returning minutes later with a large bowl, towel and some shampoo; setting to the task of carefully washing the child's hair making sure not to get the wound wet.

So here she stood now, three days and five hours later anxiously waiting for her to wakeup. Her hair color intrigued her more for when she washed it she knew it wasn't died, it was natural! Never had she seen that, along with its length and the aura that seemed to surround her… it was making the usually calm and collected woman excited and anxious to find out everything about her. She's not a machine ya know! Gotta be patient and go slow… she reminded herself shaking her head.

Turning away from the window softly padding over to the bed she gazed down smiling. "She's so calm… When are you going to wake? Hmm little one?" whispering aloud sweeping stray locks of hair from her face before returning to the window. She could hear the sounds of battle and ever wondered if the men had something else to do besides that. No. Shaking her head she left the room going downstairs to start dinner that would be in demand in a while.

"That baka needs to learn to make his own dinner and not grip about 'when it'll be done'!" slamming a pan down on the grill she le her mind drift back to the first day she had brought the girl in.
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Pulling into the drive she called for Henry, her gardener, to help her bring the young girl up into the house. After looking at her oddly knowing of her being a doctor he couldn't help but to question her while gently lifting the child into his arms. "Mrs. Bulma, what's wrong with her?"

"She got knocked on the head with something, or hit it when she fell from what I'm told" she answered holding the door open for him.

Going through he locked eyes with her, "Why is she not at a hospital then?"

"That's what I'd like to know." A stern voice came from behind them.

"Uh oh… Don't start anything! This doesn't concern you. Go practice!" Bulma called out from behind Henry as they climbed the stairs ignoring the other man she answered him, "She's not in one for the fact that the nearest one is too far away for the people that found her to take her to, so they took her to one that wasn't opened yet. They called me, and here we are." She sighed, "They couldn't have her there, no one was staffed, the people were lucky that Shelia was there to accept them in."

"Hmph. Onna she's not staying here!"

"Look. I don't feel like arguing with you right now, so leave it alone!!"

"Onna I'll throw her out the window if you don't get her out!"

Bulma had had it. 'I've put up with him long enough…' turning around she glared at him, "Go. Out. Side." He started coming up the steps, she motioned to Henry to go on, "Third room on the left hun." When he nodded and left she stepped down to meet the other.

"Move."

"No." he made a grab at her but she moved to the side punching him in the chest, only making him smirk at her it having no effect on him.

"Baka onna."

"Look Vegita, leave her alone, she's hurt and unconscious. I thought there's no honor in fighting someone weaker then yourself? Besides she's only staying here 'til she's well enough to go on her own." She smirked watching as the anger flared in his charcoal eyes at the truth in her words. He hated fighting someone weaker then himself because it wasn't even a match, there was no chance that the other would stand a chance in Hades of even lasting twenty seconds with him if they weren't simi-evenly matched.

"Fine onna. Only 'til then or I 'will' throw her out the window myself." Bulma watching his retreating back before turning to see how the other two were doing thinking must have been wrong with Vegita for him to have given in that easily.
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An hour and a half later she had enough food fixed and stacked to feed an army, which she considered she was since Goku would be joining them this time. She didn't mind cooking for guest but wished that Vegita would learn to cook something for himself instead of her being his 'slave'. Smirking she stood by the back door, Five… Four… Three… Two… ONE! Bulma grabbed the handle swinging the door open just as Goku stepped through looking shocked while Vegita glared at them.

"Baka…" pushing down the desire to chock him for his stupidity he turned to the other, "Onna have you-"

"Its on the table and what have I told you about calling me onna!?" her response was a smirk. Throwing her hands in the air she tossed them two plastic plates grinning at some hidden secret in them. "Fill 'em up yourselves boys, I'm not your maid."

"Hmph."

"Well gee Bulma, I never thought you were a maid." Goku gave her one of his goofy grins as he started piling food onto his two plates, plopping down to gobble it all down into that black hole he called a stomach.

Getting a much smaller amount of food for her self, Bulma sat down staring at the two in disbelief no matter how many times she's seen them eat. "You guys eat like pigs!"

Vegita looked up glaring, "What's your point onna?"

"What's wrong with how we eat?" Goku questioned while chewing.

Bulma couldn't help it any longer letting her laughter out, "Nothing Goku… I rest my case." The rest of the meal was in silence but for the slight music going in the background and chatter on how things were going at the Son household. Scooting back in her chair she stood going to the counter, "That's good to hear Goku, I'm glad that Chichi finally has something she can do while y'all 'er out sparing. It does get lonesome at times." She was really happy for her too. She knew all to well why Chichi blew up at Goku and Gohan after coming back from sparing, it was because she was left home cleaning and alone. Sure she comes over here to talk, but she needs something else to keep her busy too.

Finished making the soup she placed it on a teal tray and started for the hallway leading to the other stairs, "I'll be going upstairs now. Please, clean up your own mess this time or you can cook your next meal on your own" throwing a glare to both men letting them know she was serious, Bulma started up the stairs heading to the young girls room once more to try feeding her something. She'd try several nights in a row and she refused to eat anything. Unconscious, yes. But even in that state your still able to feed on something, so why won't you?

Defeated, she once again left the room scowling from the child's unconscious decision not to eat. As Bulma was passing Vegita's room she started to fume, "One more day! That's it! If she doesn't eat something by then she'll most likely not wake up… ever…" the last part whispered sadly knowing it was true. The child wasn't likely to wake up after going five days without eating something some way.

The next day came with the morning rays found her trying to get some broth through the girls lips but she kept them closed tight, pressed together as if she were fearing something. Bulma stayed another ten minutes before leaving in a huff muttering under her breath only to return again around twelve o'clock for an attempt at lunch. Same thing. "Oh for the love of Kami, girl, eat something!" she tried to force the spoon through but to no a vile, she just wouldn't eat anything.

"Fine! I give up!" yelling out not caring if she woke the girl or not - actually she'd been happy that that woke her from the slumber she seemed to be in. Then she wouldn't have to worry about her dieing on her this way. It would be harder for her to loose someone like this then if they were in a battle. The seat screeched backwards with the force of Bulma jumping to her feet, eyes shinning with unshed tears of frustration as she stormed from the room shoving aside anyone that got in her way; forgetting about the steaming bowl of soup on the nightstand.

"ONNA! WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR PROBLEM!?" Vegita yelled from atop the stairs, pissed at being one that was shoved from her warpath.

"S-SHE WON'T EAT!" yelling back in a weaker voice not caring what he thought; she quietly grabbing her purse "I'm going to Otousan's make your own dinner!" With that she softly shut the door behind her leaving slightly confused and ticked off Saiyajin no Oji glaring at the door as if it would melt from his gaze.

About-facing he marched down the hallway towards the room which housed the mysterious girl. There was something about her that almost seemed familiar to him; and it was causing him to be irritated. The air about her was different, infused with a tingling air, yet held a quality to it he knew all to well. But there was no way it could be coming from her. Vegita was so sure of it he started blaming the sense on hanging around humans for far too long.

His steps slowed as he came to the open door glancing in slowly as if looking for an attacker. The way that onna left you'd think the weak one bit her. Snorting he walked closer to the bed looking over it's occupant closely, looking for something out of the ordinary. Finding nothing but for her silvery-blonde hair, Vegita sat in the chair by the bedside observing her. Noticing how her chest rose and fell so softly that one wouldn't of noticed it at all. Baka onna… to weak to eat huh? Bet she wasn't doing it right. He gave another 'hmph' then picked up the spoon and bowl.

Carefully he learned forward placing the spoon to her lips and waited. True to what everyone said about him being stubborn he refused to take the spoon away from her face 'til she accepted it, and stayed that way for seemingly an hour before her lips parted slightly taking in the substance, with small coughs as it went down her dry cottony throat.

Raising an eyebrow ever so slightly at the movement thinking of all the times he heard the onna complain about her not eating he scooped up more repeating what he had done before, finding that this time she accepted it without hesitance and slight coughs. An hour later the bowl Vegita held was empty apart from the small amount refusing to be scooped up. Standing he started to leave when he noticed a thin trail of soup falling from her mouths corner. Reaching out he used the end of his tail to wipe it away before leaving to put the dish up then train.
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It was around noon the next day that Bulma came back from her fathers rested and ready to tackle the day. And dishes I know that arrogant jackal didn't do. Setting her purse down on her counter she was surprised to find only the soup dish she had left in the girls room there, and empty.

Huh? I know I didn't feed her she wouldn't eat… so how? Did Vegita eat that on a whim instead of making his own? shrugging her shoulders Bulma washed it making a new flavor and took it upstairs. She didn't really care what happened after she left, she was only worried because no one was there to try to feed the child while she was pouting at her father's house. Now who's the idiot? Me giving up on a patient; Pathetic.

Entering the girl's room Bulma stopped with a foot in med step when she noticed that the girl had shifted to her left side. "Hey, she moved!" Smiling she walked in the rest of the way sitting down watching the young girl. It wasn't much recovery just having her move slightly, but it was better then none at all. Sitting still for five days and not moving wasn't a good sign. This slight movement was, it meant she had a chance, and a will to live.

Scooping the mix into the spoon Bulma placed it at her lips, "Come on now… please open up and eat." Asking softly, watching in hope as the girls lips slightly parted but didn't take in the soup. Bulma sighed, Not what I asked… Rolling her eyes Bulma tried many more times refusing to give up this time without a fight on her part. Thirty minutes and cold soup later she got up put the soup down and went to the window slamming her hand on the ceil. "Why won't you eat!" tears were gathering in her eyes refusing to fall as she stared up at the moonless night sky. "Why…"

"Onna what's your problem now? You on PMS or something?" Vegita asked wondering if it was that time that Goku kept complaining about with his mate. Bulma wasn't his mate but she seemed to be acting the same way Goku's did.

"VEGITA!"

"DAMN WOMAN!! WHAT THE HELL'D YOU DO THAT FOR!?" glaring full force holding a shoe in his hand after being hit in the head with it.

"That's none of your damn business! What are you doing here anyways?" tilting her head slightly to the side.

He threw back her shoe making her grunt as she caught it, "I heard your whining. Got a problem with that?"

"Awww Vegita does care!" she made faces at him then smiled, "No, no problem with that but I do have a problem with her not eating. Vegita if she doesn't eat she won't ever wake up, she'll stay like that… or die."

"You're not doing it right."

"What are you talking about? I know how to feed someone!" He 'hmphed' walking over picking up the bowl, "Its cold." Bulma let him know it wasn't good to try it now 'less it be warmed up. To her surprise (though it shouldn't have) his right hand started to glow yellow with ki, using that to warm the soup. "If you break that dish, I'll hurt you!" she hissed at him, daring Vegita to harm her favorite dishware.

"Hmph." He sat down, "Sit up onna."

Bulma knew that wasn't a request, that was a command and wondered why he was asking the girl to do it. She couldn't hear anything outside the state she was in; whither it be dreaming or just blackness. But the girl rolled onto her back. "How?" voicing the one thing on her mind at the moment as she watching him press the spoon to her lips waiting, "She won't tak-" the girls lips parted taking in the substance one spoon full after another "e it."

Vegita smirked, "Baka onna." He himself couldn't explain why the girl responded to him and not the human onna. His only thought on it was that he was the Saiyajin no Oji and people did as he said. "See onna, even unconscious people respect me" shoving the bowl into her hands smirking he left the room.

"That's only because… grr because your such a pain in the ass!" Oh that was intelligent Bulma… She kept staring after him 'til she couldn't hear him anymore contemplating on why the child would feed for him and not her. "Its not fair!!" pouting like a little girl she walked over watching the other sleep while tucking the sheets in tighter and leaving. Tonight there would be an arrangement made and Vegita would feed her 'til she awoke, no questions asked. Then maybe we can get some answers from her.

The next day came and went with nothing happening but the usual changing of bandages and forcing Vegita to feed the girl. It wasn't until late in the night sounds started coming from the room attracting the attention of the closest person. Low mutters of curses could be heard following the knocking over of something as that person stumbled through the dark to the other room. Stopping at the door staring at the beds occupant listening to the low moans of protest coming forth from her tossing and turning form.

Scowling still half asleep Vegita moved without minds thought towards the bed, sitting on the edge and shifting the girls silvery head so it leaned against his leg as a pillow. Applying pressure to her right shoulder between his thumb and index finger squeezing every few minutes. Slowly she calmed down, her muscles relaxing as she shifted under the sheets. Vegita watched her a minute longer before putting her head back on the pillow, easing from the bed.

It was as he turned to go that he suddenly stopped, taking a look back seeing two silvery-blue orbs peering at him before hiding behind milky lids. He stared at her a second more, turning to walk away, his still nonfunctioning mind was telling him her eyes just weren't silver, or that they opened at all.

If his mind had been working and processing the events of the night, Vegita would have realized that he just did what he had done time and again for his son when he couldn't sleep. But his mind wasn't, as he left the room for his own plopping down on the bed, lazily throwing a sheet over himself while drifting off again.
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