Sailor Saiyajins and Z-Scouts
by Cardiff
Introduction
Okay, I wrote this story like a looooong time ago; I haven't worked on it in like a year. It's not finished yet, and probably never will be unless I get motivated enough to work on it again. Note that because of its age, the quality of writing isn't all that great, but, anyway, it's still a pretty good 'fic. Very funny.
Uh, anyway, this story orginally began as a drawing. A long time ago, for some twisted reason, I really can't remember why, I drew a picture of Goku in a Sailor Moon uniform and Usagi in Goku's gi. I decided it would make an . . . interesting . . . fanfic, and so this story was started. It first started with Pan persuading Gohan and Goku to watch Sailor Moon. I ended up doing about a paragraph. After abandoning it for a couple of months, I finally went back and started it all over again.
For the DB world, the story takes place right after the end of DBZ. Goku took a break from training Uub or something. For the SM world, it's right after Sailor Moon R (at the time that I wrote this, that was as much of the SM series I had seen).
Yes, I'm done, you can read now. =�
The First Chapter (a.k.a. Chapter One)
"Daddy! Sailor Moon is gonna start! You pwoooomiiiiiiiiiiised!" a small girl, around three years old, whined while pulling on our favorite Saiyajin Prince's arm. "You pwomised!" Bra looked up at Vegeta with those mind-numbing puppy dog eyes. (The ones you can't resist no matter how much of an egomaniac you are.)
Bulma looked out from the kitchen and gave Vegeta a cold glare. With his free hand, Vegeta rubbed his left temple and said in his infamous I'm-obviously-not-happy voice, "All right."
"Yay!" Bra shrieked in an ear-splittingly shrill voice. Still clutching Vegeta's arm with her inhuman strength, she plopped down on the sofa. She grabbed the remote control, turned on the TV, and instantly became absorbed as the opening theme played.
As the show went on, Vegeta tried his hardest not to fall asleep. (Although those way too revealing mini-skirts did help a little.;) Thoughts came of trying to sneak off to the gravity room, but he knew Bulma would catch him. The show, however, was so infinitely not exciting to Vegeta, not that any television show really was. A bunch of teenaged girls in sailor-like outfits ran around screaming while at the same time striking silly poses and announcing that they "fight for love and justice" and would "punish you in the name of the moon".
There was one thing that spiked his interest, however. The main character, Usagi, reminded him of someone. But who . . .
"Kakarotto!" Vegeta suddenly exclaimed. Bra showed no signs of even the slightest recognition that he had spoken.
Vegeta grinned. Exactly like Kakarotto, he thought.
Finally the show came to an end and Vegeta was relieved of his suffering. He stood up, but before he had a chance to head off to the gravity room Bra ran to him and wrapped her half-Saiyajin arms around his legs. "Come help me dress Barbie now!" she squealed. Vegeta was just about to pry her tiny fingers off him when once again Bulma leaned out from the kitchen. "But I have to . . ." Vegeta began.
Bulma only glared harder. Vegeta cursed under his breath. Taking orders from a weak human woman. Do I have no pride left? He looked down at the big, glittering eyes of Bra and rubbed his temples. They walked off to the playroom.
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"Oooohhh, I'm so happyyyy! School is OVER for todaaaaay!" sang a teenaged girl cheerfully. Her long, blonde pigtails bounced off her back with each bouncy step she took.
"Usagi, wanna go to the mall with me?" another girl asked. Her long, blonde hair flowed out behind her as she ran to catch up to Usagi.
"Sorry, Minako," Usagi said as Minako walked up next to her. "I have to get home or I'll miss Dragonball Z!"
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about it! . . . Wait a minute, you watch it too?" Minako said, her voice filled with surprise.
"Oh yeah, totally! Son Goku is so kawaii!"
"Well, actually, Veggie-chan is the cutest."
"No way!"
"Oh well, let's go watch it at your house!"
And so they skipped off to Usagi's house. About five minutes later they arrived, Usagi only klutzing out ten times along the way, and stopped skipping.
"Kaaaaaasan! I'm home!" Usagi yelled as they walked in the door. A woman with blue hair walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies that emitted a delicious aroma.
"Oh, Usagi, you brought a friend," the woman said and handed them the tray of cookies. "Here, have some cookies."
"Domo arigatou, kaasan!" Usagi said.
"Hai, arigatou!" Minako added. They plopped down on the couch. The cookies were all but forgotten and the girls were making quite a mess until the opening theme for DBZ started.
They hardly listened to "Cha-La Head Cha-La" as their eyes were super glued to the screen.
Minako sighed. "Ohhhh . . . just look at Vegeta!"
"Yeah . . . I can see him. He is . . . pretty hot," Usagi managed to gasp. "Wait, it's Goku!" She deeply sighed but stopped abruptly stopped when another figure appeared on the screen. "Ara! It's TRUNKS!!!" Minako squealed in delight and Usagi did the same. Their eyes took on the appearance of little pulsating hearts and they pressed their faces closer to the screen (which was pretty much impossible at that point).
"How can someone possibly be so hunky?" Usagi said between squeals. At that exact moment, someone knocked on the door. Mrs. Tsukino opened it.
"Konnichi wa, Tsukino-san. Is Usagi home?" A tall brunette girl asked. "Hai, she's watching Dragonball Z with Minako. Come in, Makoto." She swept her hand backward in a gesture for Makoto to come inside.
When she entered the living room, Makoto almost laughed; Usagi and Minako had their faces plastered to the television screen.
"Hey, Usagi-chan, I saw your math book on the sidewalk and thought I'd give it to you." Then she caught a glimpse of what was on the screen, a huge facial shot of Trunks.
Makoto dropped the book, it nearly missed her toe, and her eyes, too, became little throbbing hearts. She knelt down beside the two other love-struck girls, indifferent to them.
"And he doesn't even look like my old boyfriend . . . " Makoto trailed off.
The three of them were so absorbed in the show that they didn't notice Usagi's mother calling, "Usagi! Hino Rei is on the telephone!"
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Pleeeeeaase take me to Chapter Two!
No! No! No! Take me home now!