Darien sighed, knowing Kakarot would have followed him. Unlike the girls, he was fully aware of the power Kakarot, his brothers and Vegeta possessed. He also knew that Kakarot was the most lethal of the Saiya-jins. The evening spoke of an approaching storm, of violence and pain.

It was difficult to explain how he knew things before they would happen, his entire being one with the Earth. Her pain was his pain. Humans had no concept of the damage they cause. Every tree they cut was as if they had severed a part of his own flesh.

He glanced at the male Saiya-jin, Kakarot easily keeping stride with Darien. How much did Kakarot remember? There was a possessive stamp in his posture every time his gaze settled on Serena, but he always remained silent, as if he knew she needed time to age and accept what had once been between them.

Darien wondered why he wasn't afraid of the Saiya-jin; Kakarot had the ability to break every bone in his body and not break a sweat. Hating the silence, "the girls think she shouldn't fight."

"And you?"

"I don't like it," Darien admitted truthfully. "However, none of them saw the light vanish from her eyes the moment they died. She had nothing to live for, her world shattered in a single attack. I tried my best to shield her from Beryl, and the last thing I remember was her reaching out before we were hit with a piercing light."

Darien stopped, turned and stared at the Saiya-jin everyone had feared during the Silver Alliance. He was ruthless and a brilliant fighter, killing without remorse or hesitation. His intent had been to take over the Terra system, but one girl had changed his mind and offered his protection.

"You resented our relationship," Kakarot growled.

"She was naive and innocent, much like she is now. The only difference is; Serena is not so willing to sit back and watch her friends die a second time. The sad part is, she has no memory of the past, nor does she want it; it terrifies her. I didn't want her hurt then and I don't want her hurt now."

"You're not like most of the humans I remember; why do you not fear challenging me?"

Darien smirked, his eyes a piercing blue. "You're different, but the same. Kakarot... My heart belongs to another, but I won't hesitate to forsake that love to protect Serena. Hurt her again and I will take her."

Kakarot snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously. The older boy didn't flinch or retract his statement, his jaw set in determination. Darien knew he couldn't fight and win against Kakarot, but he would die defending Serena despite that knowledge. Kakarot slowly smiled, liking and respecting Darien for his courage. "Only parts of the past have returned to me, and they're mixed with the Silver Millennium and my time on Earth before I was brought here."

"Give Serena time, Kakarot. She won't understand the fierce attraction or pull a Saiya-jin has on a woman they've chosen for a mate. Not only is she too young for it, you'll hurt her."

"You have your full memories."

Darien gave him a sad smile, nodding as they continued towards his home. "I'm not sure why Serena was chosen for this new role, only that she must be protected. The negaverse will stop at nothing to possess or kill her, which ever is easier."

"I don't understand."

"Everyone has heard the legend of Sailor Moon; at least during the Silver Millennium. She was the guardian of Lunaria and created the alliance of the Terra system. Prophecy stated that she would be re-born from the violence of death and destruction, a warrior that would strike at the very heart of evil. You've seen her expression when she fights, Kakarot. The Serena we know is buried, replaced by a cold and relentless fighter. She has every reason to hate the negaverse, but that very same hatred could be used to their advantage. They mustn't get their hands on her."

"They won't," Kakarot growled.

Darien nodded. "Each Saiya-jin should guard and train one of the senshi. The others will be found."

"You're uneasy."

"This storm isn't natural. Keep Serena close, Kakarot." At that moment, an understanding passed between them.

"She does have a radar for trouble."

Brown hair covered her eyes, the tall teenager uncaring that she could barely see. Thunder boomed above, lightning lit her path, and she was all alone. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blending with the rain that slapped her face. The storm intensified in her grief, the lightning a sign of the fury created by loss and betrayal.

She knew she was different from other people, stronger and taller than other girls her own age. Where was she? Something was pulling her, but did it really matter? She was all alone, unwanted and feared. No one ever took the time to know her inner self, and the betrayal of two days ago cut through her like a knife. How could he abandon her? How could her parents leave her?

The devastated teen screamed, the storm flashing in response. A part of her wished that a streak of lightning would strike, taking away the emptiness that was eating away at her from the inside. She never cried, yet here she was, her shoulders shaking as hard as the storm that raged around her. Water flooded the streets, swirling around her ankles as she walked.

It hurt; all she could feel was the loneliness and rage. She was unaware of creating the storm that spread across Japan, people taking cover in their flimsy homes. Her eyes had lost the luster of life, the need to continue in a world that didn't want her.

Turles snatched Serena and forced her to stay in the shelter of the orphanage. Raditz and Vegeta had already left to escort Amy and Raye home, leaving him with Serena as they waited for Kakarot to return. Serena worried about Darien, sensing a hidden hostility directed towards him from her friend. She couldn't explain it, but Serena could sense the explosive power in Kakarot, needing only a trigger to awaken it.

Vegeta had made it quite clear that nothing were to happen to Serena, and Turles wasn't about to disobey a direct order from the shorter Saiya-jin. Raditz was the same way, afraid to defy Vegeta. Serena had been told that the Saiya-jins were a race of space warriors, but that did little to explain what they fought and where they came from.

Serena could feel Vegeta's fear and aloofness, refusing to get close to anyone other than Kakarot and his brothers. He was determined to keep the Sailor Senshi from harm, going so far as to order the Saiya-jins to train and protect them. Amy didn't seem to mind Vegeta's demanding presence, but Raditz and Raye were snarling from the moment they met each other.

She smiled; Raye and Raditz were like oil and water, a lethal combination if fire were added to the mix. Serena sighed, wanting to go home. "Turles, I'm perfectly..."

"No." He didn't raise his voice, nor was it necessary. Turles was power personified, his gaze focused on the approaching storm. He snarled, not liking the stillness of the air, the fear that preceded the midnight clouds. The storm wasn't natural, driven by an unseen force that threatened to tear Japan apart. Turles watched Serena begin to pace, rubbing her arms in agitation.

"I really think we should..."

To keep her from racing out the door, Turles snagged her wrist with his tail. "Vegeta said to keep you out of trouble."

Serena wasn't paying attention, a feeling of terror finding its way into her heart. A cold wind whipped at her hair, tearing it free from a hair style she had kept for fourteen years of her life. Like Turles, she knew the storm wasn't natural, but it wasn't evil. There was grief behind this storm, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

She had seen this kind of storm once before, but where? Thunder echoed in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning a few minutes later. Serena backed away, her eyes wide with fright. The Negaverse she could fight, dreams she could deal with, but Serena was paralyzed by rain or thunder storms.

"Turles... Please take me home." Her plea was barely a whisper, Serena's body trembling in terror. He couldn't believe this was the same girl that had fought at the jewelry store.

He growled, dragging her outside. Her fear was childless, one that could get her killed by the Negaverse if they discovered her weakness. "It's just wind and water."

Serena screamed, struggling to break free of Turles's grip. She hated storms, reminded of the terrible accident when she was four. She was an orphan, her parents stolen from her by the very thing that rapidly approached and her brother disappearing that same night. Turles caught her swinging fists, holding them in his powerful grip. Serena was on the verge of hysteria, a golden symbol beginning to glow on her forehead.

"Dammit Onna! Snap out of it!" He was seriously thinking about slapping her, but feared Vegeta's or Kakarot's fury. Lightning smashed to the ground mere inches from their feet, Serena erupting into a wild frenzy of fear. Lifting her off the ground, he carried her back into the orphanage, throwing a blanket around her shivering body, purposely covering her ears with his hands.

Turles had no clue on how to calm the girl, Serena seeing the death of her parents again and again. There was glass, blood and death everywhere; smoke filled her lungs and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't live this again. Turles felt her slipping into shock.

"Serena, you're stronger than this. Fight it; don't let it control you."

She whimpered, rocking back and forth as the storm continued to intensify. There was no recognition in her blue eyes, glazed over with fright. Turles lifted his head when Kakarot came striding into the room, his expression a mask of fury. "What happened?" he growled between clenched teeth.

"The storm."

Kakarot knew Serena hated storms, but he couldn't remember one this bad hitting Japan in a long time. Her mother always told him to have her home before it started to rain, never explaining why. Gently he took Serena from Turles, taking her to his room. It didn't matter that he shared one with his two brothers, only that he managed to calm her.

He looked at his twin, and then at the sky. "Something created this storm, and it wasn't nature."

Turles was already heading for the door, trusting Kakarot to keep Serena anchored to them. He didn't understand why she was so important, only that Vegeta had insisted that she live. Turles didn't have the time to wait for Raditz or Vegeta to return, knowing something was terribly wrong about this entire storm system spreading over Japan. There seemed to be no end to the clouds, thunder and lightning in every direction.

Serena, in her terror, was slammed with a sudden vision. A girl, of about fourteen or fifteen was screaming in pain, surrounded by fire and water. She wanted to die, devastated by grief and pain. "Jupiter..." she gasped, slipping into darkness. Kakarot snarled, careful to set her on his bed and cover her with two large blankets.

Kakarot joined his brother, staring in the distance. "There's a large amount of energy coming from the north."

"You can feel it?" Turles asked, curious about the strange abilities of Kakarot.

"I know we don't have a lot of time. Serena's somehow connected to the storm, trapped in the present and past."

"How..."

"I don't understand what I'm seeing any more than you." Luna came running up, her red eyes staring up at Kakarot and Turles.

"Kakarot, this storm is driven by the power of a Sailor Senshi."

Turles and Kakarot didn't need to be told twice, shooting through the sky like a comet. Water was everywhere, moving cars and flooding homes. They almost missed her, the brunette screaming in defiance to the heavens.

They landed in front of her, but she didn't seem to notice as she continued to rock back and forth, half her body beneath the turbulent waters. On her forehead was a green symbol, the sign of Jupiter. Turles had seen the look in her eyes before, hopelessness.

Kneeling before her, shocked that he felt anything at all for the girl, Turles touched her arm. She whimpered, her body shaking in unrestrained sobs. Turles understood, recognizing her emotions for what they were. He rarely respected females, but for this girl to call forth a storm of this magnitude, commanded his respect.

Kakarot could see her thoughts as if they were an open book, his fingers curling into a tight fist. His brother looked up, curious about the volcanic fury in Kakarot's black eyes. Were they turning green? "Her parents were killed in a plane crash three days ago, followed by a boy she trusted abandoning her."

He didn't ask how his brother knew. "What was he to her?"

"Her boyfriend. Apparently he takes advantage of girls in their weakest moments and leaves them afterwards. She gave in, devastated by the death of her parents, trusting this boy completely."

Turles snarled, torn between staying or going after the human. No Saiya-jin male with any honor, would ever take advantage of woman in the manner Kakarot spoke of. Granted, they weren't gentle lovers, but the women of their race always came to them of their own free will and never when they were wounded or grief stricken.

Without a word, he gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her as if she would fall apart. Her skin was as cold as ice, the girl slipping into darkness. The storm was losing some of its intensity, too weak for her to maintain. Kakarot forced himself not to smile, not wanting Turles to become aware that he was purring. Out of his two brothers, Turles was the coldest, too much like Vegeta. Neither of them liked to get attached. Why? What happened to them? Vegeta said their memories had returned, and they weren't of the Silver Millennium. They were of the time period before they had taken him to the future. He dimly recalled a tournament and woman he had been sparring with.

She woke to a feeling of warmth and safety, unsure of the last several days. Her parents had died in a plane crash, and her boyfriend of two years had broken up with her, taking her most precious gift with him. She became aware of an arm around her waist, a blanket between herself and the person that held her in the protection of his embrace.

Sitting up, she studied her surroundings. There were three other beds, a girl with blond hair sleeping in the one across from her. Sitting at the edge of the bed was a tall boy, about fourteen or fifteen. He looked worried about the girl, his face pale from the lack of sleep.

She started to move, the blankets slipping from her shoulders. Suddenly she realized that she was without her clothing. Snatching the blankets back, she glared at the boy sleeping beside her, noticing he looked exactly like the one across the room. Slowly, not wanting to alarm her, he opened his eyes. He smirked, sensing her vulnerability. "You were drenched."

"That doesn't mean..." Turles stood, stretching his muscles. She couldn't recall why she was so angry, watching the cords of muscles ripple with each move he made. He wore a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans, a strange brown belt around his waist. "Where am I?"

"The Juuban District Orphanage. We found and brought you here four days ago."

"We?"

"My brother and I." He jerked his head towards the other, oblivious to their conversation. Moving to a dresser, he tossed her a pair of jeans and a shirt. "What's your name?"

"Lita." She waited, but Turles made no indication that he was going to turn around. "Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"A girl needs her privacy."

"For what? Is it not natural for you to get dressed?"

"Not in front of other men it's not."

"I don't understand." Turles was clearly confused. Saiya-jin females were never afraid to dress in front of their comrades, male or female. They were warriors, always preparing for another battle. None of them had the time for modesty.

Lita stared in stunned silence, trying to determine if Turles was serious. He didn't appear to be laughing at her, his expression clearly puzzled. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen." He didn't bother to tell her that he was Seventeen before Vegeta made that deal with the guardian of Time.

"Did anyone ever tell you that a girl needs to have her space?"

"No; and even if they did it doesn't make any sense. Are we both not made of flesh and blood? Why would I, seeing your body, make you uncomfortable?"

With dawning horror, "You were the one to undress me."

"You were cold and the clothes needed to go." Turles sighed, moving to grab the clothes from her hands. She started to protest, but he was quicker and stronger as he helped her to dress. A red blush crept down to her toes, the girl unable to look him directly in the eyes. He seemed to be oblivious to her femininity, having no respect for personal boundaries.

"I've never met anyone like you," she admitted.

He smirked, but chose not to answer. Turles glanced at his brother, surprised that Kakarot had yet to say anything since their return to the orphanage. "What's wrong with her?" Lita asked, feeling oddly connected to the blond.

"We're not sure. Physically she's fine, but we can't seem to wake her."

Lita, without conscious thought, moved towards the bed and reached out to touch the girl's hand. Images flooded her at once, wrenching a cry of alarm from her. The room was bathed in a light of gold and green, surrounding the two girls in a protective warmth.

Slowly the light faded and Lita staggered back, too weak to hold herself up. Before she could fall, Turles grabbed and settled her back on the bed, a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue. "I know her, but how?" She stammered. "I don't understand."

"What happened?" Turles asked, aware that Kakarot's attention was directed at them both. He didn't like his twin's silence, seeing more of the predator than the gentle, human raised Saiya-jin. Kakarot's tail twitched, the only indication that he was fully alert and ready to spring.

"It's a bit hazy. On one level she knows I'm here and who I am, but on another, she's retreated to a small space in the back of her mind. She doesn't want to come back."

Kakarot hissed, fear flashing in his dark eyes before he masked it with cool indifference. Serena had been his best friend for years, and he had always protected her from harm. Now, when she needed him the most, all he could do was sit helplessly and watch as she hovered in the darkness of her mind. The nightmares, the violent death of her parents before being adopted, and the knowledge that she had a brother some where in Japan, had taken a mental toll.

Serena was a gentle person by nature, and with each encounter with the negaverse, brought her that much closer to a dark reality she wanted nothing to do with. Kakarot knew she could become a powerful fighter, but Serena didn't have the heart or the spirit for it. She wanted things to go back to the way they had been, when all Kakarot and Serena had to worry about were tests and a track meet.

She didn't want her friends to die, to see the blood and smell their rotting flesh as they lie on the battle field. Serena was forcing herself not to remember, but it was proving to be impossible. Long, golden hair fanned around her face, reaching to her ankles as she slept.

None of them were aware of the change in Serena, a darkness spreading over her soul. At that moment, she knew her friend was in danger, unprotected like the other senshi. He was human, without the planetary power to shield him from the affects of the Negaverse. "Endymion..." Without warning, she vanished from the room, Kakarot leaping to his feet. He had heard her whisper the name, running as fast as he could towards Darien's home.

Darien was immediately awake, drenched in sweat. His room was thick with dark energy, two men standing above him. He tried to move, but his hands and feet were pinned to the bed by invisible bands. "We've been looking for you," the silver haired man taunted.

"Traitor," Darien growled, struggling to get free.

Kunzite smirked, motioning for Nephrite to take him. As the dark headed general reached for Darien, a silver light slammed him against the wall. Standing between them was Serena, her eyes flashing a promise of death. "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter!" Nephrite roared. "Kill her!"

"Serena, stop!" Darien begged, wishing he could break loose. "You can't fight them."

Slowly she turned her head, capturing his gaze. He hissed in surprise; there was nothing familiar with that look, the blue of her eyes replaced by cold silver. Darien was terrified, more for his friend than that of the General's. Her hair fluttered behind her, lifting and falling as her power began to build.

'Was this the power of Sailor Moon, or something darker? Serena was nothing like the gentle loving Lunarian everyone knew. He needed full access to his memories, but they wouldn't come and he had a feeling all of their lives would depend on it. "Serena!"

Kunzite barely dodged the attack, watching as half the room was disengrated. "What the hell is she?" he demanded, terrified of the growing energy in the room.

"Kunzite!" The two generals began to focus, channeling all their energy into a single mass. Serena's crescent moon began to flicker between gold and black. Darien needed to get free, focusing all of his thoughts on transforming. He didn't have much time, knowing the generals were determined to kill her. Where the hell was Kakarot and the others?

Suddenly he was free, his pajamas transforming into his black armor, his hand already drawing his sword. The blast came at them, and before it could hit Serena, he grabbed and threw her to the floor.

A dark hole opened beneath them, and before he could move or say anything they were sucked into it. He shielded her the best he could, trying to move his body to take the full impact of the fall should they hit the ground. Their fall slowed, a silver light helping them to float.

Serena suddenly staggered, her eyes returning to her normal blue. She looked at Darien in confusion, scanning their surroundings. "Where are we?"

"What do you remember?"

"A storm. Everything is a blur after that. Darien, why are you dressed in armor?"

She didn't like the shadows that danced around them, evil energy in every direction. "Serena," he whispered, keeping a hold of her arm as they started walking. "I need you to keep focused." She nodded, trusting him completely. This was the Serena he knew, shy and intimidated by the violence the negaverse was projecting at them.

Darien tried to understand the power he had felt in her, but he could no longer feel any trace of it. Lunarians shouldn't have dark powers, but Serena not only had it, but seemed to tap into it. He needed to know how dangerous it was, but their situation afforded them little time.

"Darien, it's dark here."

"Can you see?"

"A little. What if it goes totally black and we lose each other?"

"I won't lose you, Serena." His tone gave her the confidence she didn't feel, and Serena had to believe that Darien could find a way out for them.

"Kakarot won't like this."

Darien decided not to comment, focusing on their current situation. He knew they were in the heart of the negaverse, hunted by two of the most powerful Generals. Darien sighed, remembering who they had once been. "Let's go, Serena."

Raye stared at the fire in horror, racing out of the shrine. To her surprise, Raditz was already headed in her direction, snatching her up before she could get down the stairs. "What are you doing?"

Raditz didn't answer, his expression dark and unpredictable. She started to say something, but chose silence. He was angry, and... It was difficult to see, but it was there in the way he held her and scanned the ground beneath them. She didn't ask how he could fly in the first place, realizing he was protecting her from something. "Where are we going?"

"Away from this place."

"We can't. Serena..."

"Is beyond our help." Raye paled, her nails digging into the Saiya-jin's arm. "The Negaverse took her and the human."

"Darien?"

They flew for several hours, landing in cave where Amy came rushing out to meet them. Vegeta was nearby, watching the sky as Turles joined them with a tall brunette, the girl trying to figure out what was happening. On Vegeta's shoulder was Luna, the black cat jumping down to inspect Lita.

Lita didn't know where it came from, but suddenly their was a green stick lying at her feet, glittering in the fading sunlight. Instinctively she knew what it was and the task set before her. She had a choice, to walk away, or join this group. "They weren't just dreams."

"No," Luna agreed, reading the girl's mind. "I'm sorry Jupiter. Serena did not want this, but the negaverse is moving quicker than expected."

Lita looked at the two girls in the cave with her, recognizing them immediately. Other images flickered in her mind, but faded before she could hold onto them. "Amy, Raye. It's been awhile." They gave her a sad smile, knowing how difficult this was for Lita. All of them had wanted peaceful lives, but as long as the negaverse existed, they would never be allowed such a dream. "Where is Mina?"

"We have not found her yet?" Luna answered. "Hopefully Artemis is with her."

"Luna, what happened to Serena?" Lita asked the feline, remembering how Serena had suddenly vanished.

"I don't know. Most of my memories have returned of the Silver Millennium, but I don't recall anything like the darkness I sensed in her."

"Was it the negaverse?" Vegeta demanded. "Has it somehow possessed her?"

"I wish it was that simple, but no. This darkness is a part of her, as if she were born with it. Lunarians are peaceful, but Serena has shown signs of cold, indifference."

"Who was her father?" Raditz asked. "Perhaps her powers are a combination of Lunarian and something else."

"Her mother never spoke of Serena's father. Strange, no one ever thought to ask."

"We'll figure it out later," Amy said. "We need to figure out how to get Darien and Serena back from the Negaverse first."

"What about the other senshi?" Raye whispered. "The Negaverse is closing in on her and fast."

"Did you have a vision?" Luna was watching the raven haired girl closely.

"She's close and hunted. Unlike the rest of us, she's been fighting the Negaverse for some time now."

"Where is she?"

"On a ship heading away from London. I think she was injured in her last battle."

Vegeta hated the unknown, but at the moment, they could do nothing for Serena or Darien. They had no choice but to find and protect the last Sailor Senshi from the Negaverse. "Let's go," he commanded, taking charge of the situation.

Lita sighed, but knew she wouldn't sit in the side lines. She glanced at Turles, the Saiya-jin refusing to leave her side. He was so serious, yet so ignorant. Picking up the green stick, she put it in the pocket of her jeans and allowed Turles to grab and follow after the others.