Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Chapter 4
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By: grapesmshr 
Some more T/U interaction. Usagi offers some info on her past. Wait, who the hell just showed up???
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.30.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
Some more T/U interaction. Usagi offers some info on her past. Wait, who the hell just showed up???
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.30.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
I know, it has been over two months since I posted the last chapter. I apologize to everyone for not writing, but I've been so busy with work and other things that I really had no time to write. But I'm getting back on track! So here you go, chapter 4!
Waiting impatiently as another hour passed, Trunks growled in frustration. His
mother had been working on Usagi for two hours now, and he had yet to receive an
update.
Exactly what had caused the deep gash in Usagi's stomach? At first glance, the
wound almost looked like claw marks. But what sort of creature would do something
as horrible as attack an innocent human being?
"I can't take this not knowing!" he exclaimed as he stood up, the urge to strangle
someone creeping over him.
"Calm down, Trunks; Bulma will bring us news soon enough," Goku reassured him,
his eyebrows knitted with worry betraying his hopeful eyes.
"I guess you're right." Trunks slumped into his seat once more, staring at all of the
solemn expressions. Except one was missing... Where did his father go? The last
time he was seen was flying off with Usagi. Both of their ki rose, Usagi was hurt, and
Vegeta disappeared.
All evidence pointed at Vegeta attacking her. It was his nature, but Trunks doubted
that he would have actually hurt her. Then again, what was he supposed to think since
no other suspect had presented himself?
"She's stable."
The words reverberated through Trunks' mind as his mother stepped into the room,
informing the group that Usagi was safe.
He immediately jumped over to Bulma. "Can I see her?" he asked anxiously, his
crystalline eyes pleading.
"Very briefly. She is still very weak from the blood loss, and she needs her rest."
"Arigato." Pushing the door open, his heart sank at the sight of the girl.
Her skin was ten shades of pale, almost the color of the white sheet that covered
her. Her hair had been let down, hanging limply in cascades around her.
Trunks approached the bed carefully, his eyes never leaving her face. He dragged
a chair over to her, taking a seat. As he took her hand, her eyes slowly opened.
A tired smile appeared on her lips. "Trunks," she whispered hoarsely.
"Hai, it's me," he murmured, trying not to let the worry catch in his voice. Her
eyes, normally an exquisite shade of sapphire, were a dull metallic blue-gray. The
sparkle they possessed was now absent.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"As good as-" her words were trampled by a coughing fit.
Trunks immediately grabbed a glass of water off of the table and brought it to her
lips, helping her force the cool liquid down.
"Arigato," she rasped once the coughing fit passed. She leaned back, moaning
softly as the bandages on her stomach moved.
"Are you in much pain?" he asked quickly.
"Only when I'm awake," she joked, a spark flickering in her eyes.
"Usagi..."
She looked up at him, unsure if he had actually said her name or if she had only
wished it so.
"What happened?" The question, simple enough, was laced with- what, Usagi
couldn't tell. "Did... did my father do this to you?" His thought came out finally,
hanging in the air with a stark reminder of the weight of the expected answer.
"Vegeta-san?" He had caught her off guard. She wrinkled her nose. "How could
you ask me that? Of course he didn't do this to me!"
"He didn't?" Trunks sank back in the chair, releasing the breath he had been
holding. "Matte... If Vegeta didn't do this to you, then who did?"
A puzzled frown appeared on Usagi's face. She thought a moment, finally
answering. "It was so strange... It was as if the sky opened up and something
attacked me. I can't explain it."
The gears in Trunks' brain turned furiously as he tried to process the new
information. So Vegeta was not the cause of this, which relieved him. But that also
left an unknown enemy around, one on who they had no information.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened? Maybe we can figure out who did this."
"I'll try... Right after I blocked Vegeta's blast-"
"He shot you?" he interrupted, his anger rising.
"It wasn't a big deal," Usagi assured him. "I knocked it away. But then I ran into
the woods. It was really dark, and I felt like I was walking in circles. Then, out of
nowhere, light started pouring in through the trees. Before I could even react,
something flew down at me. I didn't realize I had even been hurt until after it
disappeared. And then I screamed."
"That must have been right before I found you," he spoke aloud, more to himself
than to her.
"Hai. Bulma told me that if I were found and brought to her even a minute later, I
might have died. She turned her gaze down. "A-arigato, Trunks-san. You saved my
life."
He swallowed thickly, repeating her words in his head. 'I might have died...' He
shook his head. Iie, she would live. "I was so worried," he admitted reluctantly,
carefully enveloping her hand in his own.
She looked up at him in surprise. "Does that mean you don't think I'm the
enemy?" she asked innocently.
He chuckled under his breath. "Iie, I don't think you are the enemy. My father,
however, might need some convincing."
"Although he won't admit to it, he believe me." Trying not to laugh at Trunks'
dumbstruck expression, she continued. "After I had collapsed, I saw Vegeta hovering
over me. Then he chased after the light, trying to take down whoever had attacked me.
As to what happened after, I'm not sure. I blacked out."
'Vegeta... actually tried to help? And he was so adamant about not trusting her.' It
relieved Trunks to no end to learn that his father had not been the source of Usagi's
pain.
"I have to go," he said suddenly. "I have to find Vegeta."
"I understand." When he moved to leave, she pulled him back with a tug on the
wrist, using a surprising deal of strength in her fragile state. "Arigato," she whispered.
He leaned over her, gently kissing the smooth, cool skin of her forehead. "Just rest
and be better. I'll stop in later."
When Usagi looked up he was gone.
Trunks slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He marched
past the others without giving them so much as a glance.
"Trunks, where are you going?" Gohan called to him.
"To find Vegeta," Trunks answered as he left the room. A second later they heard
the front door slam.
'Trunks, please be careful,' Bulma pleaded silently.
But the search for Vegeta proved unsuccessful. Trunks had spent all day
searching, only to find no clue as to his father's whereabouts.
He returned home well after midnight, blinking sleepily. All he needed was a few
hours of rest so he could resume his searching in the morning.
Trudging into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Usagi sitting at the table in the
dark. He snapped on the light, making the tiny blonde jump.
"Gomen ne," he apologized.
"Trunks-san, what are you doing up?" she questioned as he sat down across from
her.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Have you ever had to just stare at a wall for hours on end? I was bored! I decided
to get some exercise."
"You didn't get very far."
"I know." She sighed. "I must have overestimated how I was feeling because I got
tired just walking down the hallway."
"That should tell you something. You're too weak to be up and around," he pointed
out.
"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit exhausted..."
"Back to bed you go." He stood, pulling her up to her feet. "Here, lean on me," he
offered.
With Trunks' help, Usagi made it back to her bedroom and into bed. She leaned
back against her pillow, stifling a yawn. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was
getting," she mumbled, embarrassed for showing yet another sign of weakness around
him.
He perched on the edge of the bed beside her. "You'll get stronger," he told her,
"after you rest for a while. That means no more walks at all hours of the night."
She smiled weakly. "At least, not without an escort."
"Right. Now, get some rest. I'll check on you in the morning."
Usagi opened her mouth as if to say something, but she didn't.
"What is it?" Trunks prompted.
"Will... will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" her voice was barely above a
whisper.
While staring into those beautiful eyes, Trunks could deny her nothing. "Of course
I will."
"Arigato," she thanked him, her eyes closing.
He watched her, listening to her breathing even out as she sank further and further
into the world of sleep. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "Trunks
-kun..."
Turning back, Trunks asked softly, "Nani?"
But she never finished her though, only curled into the blankets more and turned
her head as if to look at him, a smile gracing her unconscious features.
"Sleep well, sweet Usagi," he whispered.
Usagi stood silently, the only sound her own steady breaths. She watched the
trees around her, knowing that the quiet would not last long.
As if reading her thoughts, a whisper echoed on the wind.
'What is it?' she wondered as the wind increased, whipping her hair about her like a
tornado.
The howling grew louder, until finally she could make out a word.
"Usagi..."
She gasped. "That sounds like- "
A groggy Usagi opened her eyes, groaning.
That dream...
The voice was familiar, yet she couldn't place it. And why the mysterious wind?
Struggling to sit up, she noticed Trunks, who was asleep in the chair next to her
bed.
Smiling slightly, Usagi gently swung her legs off the bed and stood, padding across
the room and shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible.
"Ohayo!" Bulma greeted as Usagi entered the kitchen. She was sitting at the
table, attempting to get baby Trunks to eat his breakfast.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," Usagi murmured as she sat down across from Bulma. She
smiled as baby Trunks smeared his food all over his face.
"How are you feeling?" Bulma asked as she wiped baby Trunks' face clean.
"Can't complain."
"Well, I still want to check everything out and make sure your wounds are healing."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Bulma-chan," Usagi chuckled.
"Where is she?" Trunks burst into the room, eyes darting wildly before finally
landing on Usagi. "Oh, thank kami! When I woke up and you were gone, I panicked."
"No need, I'm here," Usagi answered, smiling in amusement at his
overprotectiveness.
Bulma raised an eyebrow at her son. "You were in her room last night?"
The tips of Trunks' ears colored a bright red. "It's not what you think. I was out,
and she was- and then I- and then we- aaahhhhh! I don't know!" he threw up his hands
in frustration.
By this time both women couldn't keep straight faces. They burst into laughter.
"What you do in your spare time is no business of mine," Bulma teased. "I trust
you." To Usagi she stage whispered behind her hand, "Watch out for him. He's a sly
one."
The look of pure annoyance on Trunks' face sent Usagi into another fit of giggles.
Laughter finally subsiding, they managed to get through breakfast without throwing
too many jokes in Trunks' direction. Even through his grumbling, his relief over Usagi
was evident.
"Now, let's go see how that scratch of yours is doing." Bulma led Usagi out of the
room, leaving Trunks behind.
'Hey, I want to know, too!' He stood quickly, jogging after the women.
Once again Trunks found himself waiting. Was it just yesterday that Usagi had
gotten hurt? The entire day was a blur.
The door opened, startling him. A dazed Bulma stepped out, followed by Usagi.
"Nani? What is that look for?" he wanted to know, nervous pains hitting him. "Is it
bad?"
It took a moment for Bulma to respond. "Iie. In fact, it's quite the opposite. The
gash is... almost completely healed."
"Demo... how could that be? Yesterday she was almost... Well, she wasn't
healthy," he argued.
Bulma shook her head. "I don't understand it myself."
"The ginzouishou is a part of me. When I was hurt, it started to heal me slowly,"
Usagi explained matter-of-factly.
"This ginzouishou is... a part of you?" Bulma's mind reeled. "Where did it come
from?"
"It was passed down to me from Queen Serenity, my mother, after she died. The
crystal lives in me. I am its power. It is mine. We have used our combined strength to
protect everyone from evil."
As a part of her mind tried to remember more, the cold breeze from her dream
suddenly enveloped her. "Do you feel that?" she asked nervously, the hair on the back
of her neck standing on end.
"Feel what?" Trunks looked at her in confusion.
"That wind... Where is it coming from?" She dashed out of the room, not stopping
until she had reached the front door. She threw it open. "Who's there?"
"Usagi..." the wind seemed to call to her.
"Who is it?" She stepped onto the porch.
"Usagi..."
'That voice, it sounds so familiar,' she desperately tried to remember.
"Usagi... Follow me..."
"Hai, I'll follow..."
"You're not going anywhere."
Usagi spun around. "Mamoru?" she cried.
Ack! Cliffhanger! I may not have written in a while, but i still know how to be mean. So, what did you think? Any comments are welcome and appreciated. Arigato!
Waiting impatiently as another hour passed, Trunks growled in frustration. His
mother had been working on Usagi for two hours now, and he had yet to receive an
update.
Exactly what had caused the deep gash in Usagi's stomach? At first glance, the
wound almost looked like claw marks. But what sort of creature would do something
as horrible as attack an innocent human being?
"I can't take this not knowing!" he exclaimed as he stood up, the urge to strangle
someone creeping over him.
"Calm down, Trunks; Bulma will bring us news soon enough," Goku reassured him,
his eyebrows knitted with worry betraying his hopeful eyes.
"I guess you're right." Trunks slumped into his seat once more, staring at all of the
solemn expressions. Except one was missing... Where did his father go? The last
time he was seen was flying off with Usagi. Both of their ki rose, Usagi was hurt, and
Vegeta disappeared.
All evidence pointed at Vegeta attacking her. It was his nature, but Trunks doubted
that he would have actually hurt her. Then again, what was he supposed to think since
no other suspect had presented himself?
"She's stable."
The words reverberated through Trunks' mind as his mother stepped into the room,
informing the group that Usagi was safe.
He immediately jumped over to Bulma. "Can I see her?" he asked anxiously, his
crystalline eyes pleading.
"Very briefly. She is still very weak from the blood loss, and she needs her rest."
"Arigato." Pushing the door open, his heart sank at the sight of the girl.
Her skin was ten shades of pale, almost the color of the white sheet that covered
her. Her hair had been let down, hanging limply in cascades around her.
Trunks approached the bed carefully, his eyes never leaving her face. He dragged
a chair over to her, taking a seat. As he took her hand, her eyes slowly opened.
A tired smile appeared on her lips. "Trunks," she whispered hoarsely.
"Hai, it's me," he murmured, trying not to let the worry catch in his voice. Her
eyes, normally an exquisite shade of sapphire, were a dull metallic blue-gray. The
sparkle they possessed was now absent.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"As good as-" her words were trampled by a coughing fit.
Trunks immediately grabbed a glass of water off of the table and brought it to her
lips, helping her force the cool liquid down.
"Arigato," she rasped once the coughing fit passed. She leaned back, moaning
softly as the bandages on her stomach moved.
"Are you in much pain?" he asked quickly.
"Only when I'm awake," she joked, a spark flickering in her eyes.
"Usagi..."
She looked up at him, unsure if he had actually said her name or if she had only
wished it so.
"What happened?" The question, simple enough, was laced with- what, Usagi
couldn't tell. "Did... did my father do this to you?" His thought came out finally,
hanging in the air with a stark reminder of the weight of the expected answer.
"Vegeta-san?" He had caught her off guard. She wrinkled her nose. "How could
you ask me that? Of course he didn't do this to me!"
"He didn't?" Trunks sank back in the chair, releasing the breath he had been
holding. "Matte... If Vegeta didn't do this to you, then who did?"
A puzzled frown appeared on Usagi's face. She thought a moment, finally
answering. "It was so strange... It was as if the sky opened up and something
attacked me. I can't explain it."
The gears in Trunks' brain turned furiously as he tried to process the new
information. So Vegeta was not the cause of this, which relieved him. But that also
left an unknown enemy around, one on who they had no information.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened? Maybe we can figure out who did this."
"I'll try... Right after I blocked Vegeta's blast-"
"He shot you?" he interrupted, his anger rising.
"It wasn't a big deal," Usagi assured him. "I knocked it away. But then I ran into
the woods. It was really dark, and I felt like I was walking in circles. Then, out of
nowhere, light started pouring in through the trees. Before I could even react,
something flew down at me. I didn't realize I had even been hurt until after it
disappeared. And then I screamed."
"That must have been right before I found you," he spoke aloud, more to himself
than to her.
"Hai. Bulma told me that if I were found and brought to her even a minute later, I
might have died. She turned her gaze down. "A-arigato, Trunks-san. You saved my
life."
He swallowed thickly, repeating her words in his head. 'I might have died...' He
shook his head. Iie, she would live. "I was so worried," he admitted reluctantly,
carefully enveloping her hand in his own.
She looked up at him in surprise. "Does that mean you don't think I'm the
enemy?" she asked innocently.
He chuckled under his breath. "Iie, I don't think you are the enemy. My father,
however, might need some convincing."
"Although he won't admit to it, he believe me." Trying not to laugh at Trunks'
dumbstruck expression, she continued. "After I had collapsed, I saw Vegeta hovering
over me. Then he chased after the light, trying to take down whoever had attacked me.
As to what happened after, I'm not sure. I blacked out."
'Vegeta... actually tried to help? And he was so adamant about not trusting her.' It
relieved Trunks to no end to learn that his father had not been the source of Usagi's
pain.
"I have to go," he said suddenly. "I have to find Vegeta."
"I understand." When he moved to leave, she pulled him back with a tug on the
wrist, using a surprising deal of strength in her fragile state. "Arigato," she whispered.
He leaned over her, gently kissing the smooth, cool skin of her forehead. "Just rest
and be better. I'll stop in later."
When Usagi looked up he was gone.
Trunks slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He marched
past the others without giving them so much as a glance.
"Trunks, where are you going?" Gohan called to him.
"To find Vegeta," Trunks answered as he left the room. A second later they heard
the front door slam.
'Trunks, please be careful,' Bulma pleaded silently.
But the search for Vegeta proved unsuccessful. Trunks had spent all day
searching, only to find no clue as to his father's whereabouts.
He returned home well after midnight, blinking sleepily. All he needed was a few
hours of rest so he could resume his searching in the morning.
Trudging into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Usagi sitting at the table in the
dark. He snapped on the light, making the tiny blonde jump.
"Gomen ne," he apologized.
"Trunks-san, what are you doing up?" she questioned as he sat down across from
her.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Have you ever had to just stare at a wall for hours on end? I was bored! I decided
to get some exercise."
"You didn't get very far."
"I know." She sighed. "I must have overestimated how I was feeling because I got
tired just walking down the hallway."
"That should tell you something. You're too weak to be up and around," he pointed
out.
"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit exhausted..."
"Back to bed you go." He stood, pulling her up to her feet. "Here, lean on me," he
offered.
With Trunks' help, Usagi made it back to her bedroom and into bed. She leaned
back against her pillow, stifling a yawn. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was
getting," she mumbled, embarrassed for showing yet another sign of weakness around
him.
He perched on the edge of the bed beside her. "You'll get stronger," he told her,
"after you rest for a while. That means no more walks at all hours of the night."
She smiled weakly. "At least, not without an escort."
"Right. Now, get some rest. I'll check on you in the morning."
Usagi opened her mouth as if to say something, but she didn't.
"What is it?" Trunks prompted.
"Will... will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" her voice was barely above a
whisper.
While staring into those beautiful eyes, Trunks could deny her nothing. "Of course
I will."
"Arigato," she thanked him, her eyes closing.
He watched her, listening to her breathing even out as she sank further and further
into the world of sleep. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "Trunks
-kun..."
Turning back, Trunks asked softly, "Nani?"
But she never finished her though, only curled into the blankets more and turned
her head as if to look at him, a smile gracing her unconscious features.
"Sleep well, sweet Usagi," he whispered.
Usagi stood silently, the only sound her own steady breaths. She watched the
trees around her, knowing that the quiet would not last long.
As if reading her thoughts, a whisper echoed on the wind.
'What is it?' she wondered as the wind increased, whipping her hair about her like a
tornado.
The howling grew louder, until finally she could make out a word.
"Usagi..."
She gasped. "That sounds like- "
A groggy Usagi opened her eyes, groaning.
That dream...
The voice was familiar, yet she couldn't place it. And why the mysterious wind?
Struggling to sit up, she noticed Trunks, who was asleep in the chair next to her
bed.
Smiling slightly, Usagi gently swung her legs off the bed and stood, padding across
the room and shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible.
"Ohayo!" Bulma greeted as Usagi entered the kitchen. She was sitting at the
table, attempting to get baby Trunks to eat his breakfast.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," Usagi murmured as she sat down across from Bulma. She
smiled as baby Trunks smeared his food all over his face.
"How are you feeling?" Bulma asked as she wiped baby Trunks' face clean.
"Can't complain."
"Well, I still want to check everything out and make sure your wounds are healing."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Bulma-chan," Usagi chuckled.
"Where is she?" Trunks burst into the room, eyes darting wildly before finally
landing on Usagi. "Oh, thank kami! When I woke up and you were gone, I panicked."
"No need, I'm here," Usagi answered, smiling in amusement at his
overprotectiveness.
Bulma raised an eyebrow at her son. "You were in her room last night?"
The tips of Trunks' ears colored a bright red. "It's not what you think. I was out,
and she was- and then I- and then we- aaahhhhh! I don't know!" he threw up his hands
in frustration.
By this time both women couldn't keep straight faces. They burst into laughter.
"What you do in your spare time is no business of mine," Bulma teased. "I trust
you." To Usagi she stage whispered behind her hand, "Watch out for him. He's a sly
one."
The look of pure annoyance on Trunks' face sent Usagi into another fit of giggles.
Laughter finally subsiding, they managed to get through breakfast without throwing
too many jokes in Trunks' direction. Even through his grumbling, his relief over Usagi
was evident.
"Now, let's go see how that scratch of yours is doing." Bulma led Usagi out of the
room, leaving Trunks behind.
'Hey, I want to know, too!' He stood quickly, jogging after the women.
Once again Trunks found himself waiting. Was it just yesterday that Usagi had
gotten hurt? The entire day was a blur.
The door opened, startling him. A dazed Bulma stepped out, followed by Usagi.
"Nani? What is that look for?" he wanted to know, nervous pains hitting him. "Is it
bad?"
It took a moment for Bulma to respond. "Iie. In fact, it's quite the opposite. The
gash is... almost completely healed."
"Demo... how could that be? Yesterday she was almost... Well, she wasn't
healthy," he argued.
Bulma shook her head. "I don't understand it myself."
"The ginzouishou is a part of me. When I was hurt, it started to heal me slowly,"
Usagi explained matter-of-factly.
"This ginzouishou is... a part of you?" Bulma's mind reeled. "Where did it come
from?"
"It was passed down to me from Queen Serenity, my mother, after she died. The
crystal lives in me. I am its power. It is mine. We have used our combined strength to
protect everyone from evil."
As a part of her mind tried to remember more, the cold breeze from her dream
suddenly enveloped her. "Do you feel that?" she asked nervously, the hair on the back
of her neck standing on end.
"Feel what?" Trunks looked at her in confusion.
"That wind... Where is it coming from?" She dashed out of the room, not stopping
until she had reached the front door. She threw it open. "Who's there?"
"Usagi..." the wind seemed to call to her.
"Who is it?" She stepped onto the porch.
"Usagi..."
'That voice, it sounds so familiar,' she desperately tried to remember.
"Usagi... Follow me..."
"Hai, I'll follow..."
"You're not going anywhere."
Usagi spun around. "Mamoru?" she cried.
Ack! Cliffhanger! I may not have written in a while, but i still know how to be mean. So, what did you think? Any comments are welcome and appreciated. Arigato!