Unexpected

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile… Outside of Tokyo…

 

“DAMNIT NAPA!”  Vegeta growled at the much taller Saiya-jin.  “How many times MUST I tell you?  DON’T mess with the course settings!  We are SUPPOSE to be on the same planet as KAKOROT!  Not out here!  HOW- no, WHY did you do THIS?”  The small prince of Saiyajins took his rage out on a rock.  It was smashed to pieces.

 

“I’m sorry Vegeta-sama, I thought this was the right planet.  They are very similar.”  Napa scratched his baldhead.

 

“Big, dumb, and completely stupid.”  Vegeta muttered.

 

“Why don’t we just hop in our pods and fly to the right planet?”  Napa asked motioning to the two space pods.

 

“We WOULD if the POWER CELLS weren’t BURNT OUT from coming through the ATMOSPHERE!”  Vegeta growled punching another rock.

 

“That’s a problem.”  Napa stupidly commented.

 

“No, REALLY?”  Vegeta threw with arms up in that air and let out a steam of curses.  He finally settled down and sat on a rock glaring at Napa.  “I doubt this planet even HAS the technology to fix our pods.”  Vegeta muttered.

 

“Well, there’s only one way to find out!”  Napa grinned and pointed towards the city in the distance.

 

Vegeta let out another stream of curses before standing up and floating into the air a few feet.  “Come on Napa.”  He motioned and the two Saiyajin warriors flew off towards Tokyo.

 

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Usagi and Chibiusa went back with Mamoru to his apartment to grab their bags before heading to the Tsukino house.  As they were gathering their stuff Mamoru took Usagi into his room for a brief ‘talk’.

 

“Usako... you know I love you, right?”  He smiled down at his cute blonde fiancée.

 

“Of course.”  Usagi smiled.

 

“Well, I don’t think we should get married this June.”

 

Usagi stared blankly at Mamoru.  “What?”

 

“I don’t think we should get married this June.”  He repeated.

 

Usagi blinked, anger apparent on her face.  “Mamo-chan, you do realize, it was YOUR idea to get married on my eighteenth birthday, right?”

 

“I know, but-”

 

Usagi stopped him.  “The church is reserved, and the invitations are sent, your FAVORITE restaurant is reserved for the reception.  It took weeks, nay, MONTHS to convince my father, who STILL isn’t happy with me about this whole wedding and YOU want to call the wedding OFF?”  Usagi yelled angrily.

 

“My boss says that he got married when he was twenty-one and it was way to soon.  Plus, I think you’re too immature to be married at the moment.”

 

SLAP!

 

Mamoru reached up and touched his throbbing cheek.  “Usako, what was that for?”  He asked.

 

Usagi was turning bright red with anger.  “MAMORU CHIBA!  I am NOT immature!  And your BOSS isn’t going to the KING of the EARTH in a few years, is HE?  And SINCE WHEN does your BOSS and your WORK matter more than your OWN FINANCEE and DAUGHTER?”  Usagi shrieked.  She stomped out of the room and grabbed her bags.  “Come on Chibiusa, we have to go tell EVERYONE that there is NO wedding next month.”  She rasped in rage.

 

Chibiusa glared at Mamoru who was in the bedroom doorway.  She followed her future mother as she stomped out of the apartment and slammed the door.  Usagi huffed all the way to the elevator and jabbed the down button.  The doors opened and they walked in.  Usagi stood rigid in the elevator bubbling in anger.

 

“HONESTLY!”  She blurted out after a moment of silence.  “I RESCUE him from the North pole after he was BRAINWASHED!  I put up with his AFFECTIONS towards Anne, I let him have his SPACE when I NEEDED him when the DARK MOON was here, I LET him break several DATES during the whole Pharaoh 90 thing, I let him INGORE me during the DARK CIRCUS and then I understood and SUPPORTED him going to AMERICA and THIS is how he REPAYS ME?”  Usagi vented her rage.  “I should’ve just STAYED with Prince Demando!  HE wanted to get married!”

 

Chibiusa looked up at Usagi in shock as she fumed.  The doors opened and Usagi clomped across the lobby and out on to the streets.

 

After ALL I put up with!  Men!  Mamoru, I’ve had it with him!  I am NOT going back there!  Mamoru can kiss my-” Usagi remembered her daughter was in her presence and wisely stopped what she was saying.

 

“Mamo-papa doesn’t act like this in the future.”  Chibiusa quietly mentioned.  It wasn’t the first time that Chibiusa had doubts that Mamoru was her father.  The hair wasn’t right, the eyes the wrong color, but she couldn’t remember exactly what her father looked like.  It seemed like there was a mental block to keep her from remembering what her father was like but she remembered her mother perfectly.  The blue eyes, the silver hair, the grace.

 

Chibiusa sighed and walked beside the fuming Usagi.  Her eyes picked up on a familiar hairstyle.  Her eyes widened, as she looked closer and saw who it was and gasped.

 

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