Indifference.

(Let's try this again, shall we?)

chapter 1: Wheels In The Sky

By: Echo

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This is indeed a DBZ/SM crossover. So bear with me. It's an old idea, so I'm
going to play around with it and see how it goes. I don't guarantee quality 
or quantity, you read at your own risk.

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Floating in the endless mists of the Otherworld, Tsukino Usagi was cold. The 
only light came from the small gem that hovered before her. She gazed into 
its depths and knew at this pivotal moment, all the power she could ever 
dream of was hers to command. She had made a sacrifice, and magic older than 
the Earth itself had accepted it, and awaited only her command.



But she was tired. She was very tired. The fight with Chaos had exhausted her 
heart, and her spirit, and to her it seemed like Crystal Tokyo was nothing 
but a far off dream, and her heart and the ginzuishou spoke of the troubles 
that lay between now and then.

 

Somewhere in the mist, she felt a pulse from a star seed. Saturn also awaited 
the outcome of her decision. Outside the void, her senshi also anxiously 
anticipated the outcome of her rash decision to step into this void, to 
defeat Chaos.



She felt the pull of her destiny, of a web of threads so fine and yet so 
strong. 



"Ginzuishou, what will the future be for me?" Finally she asked, and the 
crystal showed her the uncertain future in flashes of discontorted images and 
ideas. She watched the future unfold and felt the chill of the Otherworld 
seeping into her bones. The way ahead was long and troubled, and Crystal 
Tokyo seemed even further away than it already was. 



She wondered if Pluto sometimes felt this helpless.



A wave of exhuastion hit her. The light from the ginzuishou faltered for just 
a second, but Usagi knew the choice must come now. Even the Gods would not 
wait forever. Power given can be taken away.



But she was so very, very tired.



Just a different life, in a different place, where the future really was hers 
to command, or perhaps, not to command, she thought hazily, her mind 
succumbing slowly to the drain on her resources. A place where destiny didn't 
hold so much sway. Far away from these ancient responsibilities..



The star seed of Saturn tried to touch her consciousness, but Usagi ignored 
it. She was so tired, so tired and so worn. So tired of battles where she had 
to decide, tired of a life where she was the holder of fate.



"Somewhere else, Ginzuishou." She whispered, closing her eyes at last.



The ginzuishou flared with light.



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Old, ancient powers without faces and with many names heard the vague plea. 
They consulted each other. Before, the Moon Princess's calls to their power 
had been somewhat more specific. 



The diety who favored the girl's soul made the decision.



The other powers acquienced. 



And without another word, the whole tapestry of Destiny was changed.



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On a small green planet hung in the depths of the Universe, several women 
gifted with Power watched the swirl of madness before them dissipate. 



"Where is Sailor Moon?" Sailor Uranus demanded, surveying the rubble before 
her with a caustic eye. She turned to Pluto, and the inner senshi.



Pluto was holding on to the Time Staff, her face gray and her eyes dark. 
Without a sound, she fell to her knees and her body trembled.



The inner senshi cried out, and Mercury knelt beside the older soldier.



"Pluto, what is wrong? Where is Usagi? Where is Hotaru?"



Neptune made a very unlady-like sound. "Another excellent question would be, 
where is the Grail?" Her heart was breaking, and she was certain she would 
never see the small senshi of Saturn again. Her intuition screamed at her 
that something was very dreadfully wrong.



Mars also felt something insidious had wove its way into their futures. She 
ran for the place where she had last seen her princess, but there was nothing 
to be discovered except the smell of burnt ozone and the slowly fading dust. 
"Usagi!" She cried, but there was no answer for her.



"Pluto! What has happened?" Venus demanded, her eyes full of tears. "Where is 
Usagi-chan?"





Pluto opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her. The other senshi 
unconsciously gathered around her, but Pluto could only shake her head, and 
inexplicably, tears began to drip from her face. Jupiter held out her hand, 
and when he received no response, she looked at Mercury. The other soldier 
nodded, and they hauled Pluto to her feet, surprised at how much dead weight 
the oldest of them all was at that moment.



Uranus's patience snapped.



"Stop sniveling and tell us just what happened? Where is Sailor Moon, where 
is Chaos, where is the Holy Grail?" She all but screamed at the senshi of 
time. Pluto lifted her face to stare at her companions across death and 
destiny, and there was only sorrow there.



"Chaos is gone. The battle has been won. The Grail is now tied to the Messiah 
once more. The Princess has gone. Time, and the future... has been 
irrevocably altered. I cannot see..." She sobbed, and then continued. "I do 
not know what has happened."



Shocked silence met her statement. Then, Venus cried out. 



"You mean Usagi is dead?" 



Sailor Pluto shook her head. "I do not know. But she is no longer where any 
of us can feel her. She is... gone. I see no Crystal Tokyo, I see no future 
where she is with us. I see... nothing."



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Chaos fled the light of the moon girl's power, a fear unlike what it had ever 
known powering its flight. Never had it been so sure of its own obliteration, 
never had anything threatened it so soundly. Only when it found itself at the 
furthest corner of the Universe and safetly away from that damning strength 
did it take pause to consider its options.



Stretching out, it found that, already, it was gaining strength. It allowed 
itself to feel a certain amount of satisfaction. Always, and forever, chaos 
was never defeated.



It pondered over recent events. It had been promised greater reign, through 
the shell of the one who was the Dark Messiah. But the resilance of that 
light, the light of the one the Power favored, had drove it back again. 
Having tasted Power for but a second, Chaos was already hooked.



It felt the beginnings of what might have been considered a grudge, and was 
unsurprised. Perhaps the right tool could be found to erase this light, or at 
the very least, the one whose body it was channeled through. The Gods had 
interfered this once, and it was likely they would not be so concerned again 
for a while. Perhaps chaos could tip the balance in its favor.



But what would that tool be?



The greater mass of chaos began to search where it had hold, seeking one who 
would be that tool, that beginning back to greatness.



While it sought the proper channel, Chaos also considered the vast 
unlikeliness of two Messiahs at the same point in time and space. There were 
always two, it was one of the ruling laws of what was. Balance, like the 
Powers were to its own ways of madness and uncertainity. But rarely had the 
two coexisted, and it seemed that the Powers had at one point tied them 
together with an unbreakable cord of duty. They, to rule each other, to make 
Chaos's influence less likely to assert itself between them. 



Not only for a moment did Chaos wistfully linger on how the Universe began, 
when it was at its most primal and Chaos itself born with it, before order 
and Power began to sort it all out. Oh, those simplest seconds, when Chaos 
had truly ruled over what was.



Balance. Had it a face, Chaos most certainly would have sneered.



Finally, in a corner of the Otherworld, Chaos found the one he would hang his 
hopes on. He who had come the closest to annihilating this threat, this small 
humanoid whom the Power had decided to favor as his greatest advesary. 
Imbiding his chosen with life and darkness, Chaos felt a small, niggling 
little feeling that it was unused to.



Hope?



Slowly the figure of his vassal appeared before him. Eyes opened, black as 
night. 



"What are you?" It asked, and Chaos shifted.



"We are you. And you shall rule for us." Slowly, Chaos showed his plans. And 
a smile began to curve on the face of his chosen avatar, and Chaos knew he 
had chosen well.







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Usagi awoke with the feel of hot, gritty sand against her face. Water lapped 
at her feet, and very distantly away she heard the sounds of people shouting 
and playing. The sun beat unbearably against her back, and a soft, rolling 
wave of water drenched her up to her shoulders, and with a start she came to 
total awareness.



She sat up and opened her eyes, but all she could see was a dazzling white. 
For one horrible second, she thought she was blind, but upon reaching to rub 
her eyes, she found it was merely her hair.



Which had gone white.



She took the bone-white locks in her hands and stared at them for several 
minutes. "White," she said, half in shock. She tilted her head and tried to 
recall what had happened before she woke up. It came back in a dizzying rush, 
giving the Grail to Mistress 9 and Chaos. Fighting for Saturn. Jumping into a 
vortex of pure insanity and dark Power, and then using the ginzuishou in 
desperation. And then floating, dreaming, wishing. A shiver ran down her 
spine as she remembered exactly what she had wished for, and she finally 
began to take note of her surroundings.



She was looking out at an infinite expanse of the clearest, bluest ocean she 
had ever seen. It stetched out to the horizon, gentle waves still lapping at 
her feet. She sat on a beach of white sand, and a little red crab was slowly 
making its way back to the water. 



"All in all, God, this seems pretty nice," she commented aloud, turning to 
look behind her.



The beach went on for several meters before meeting green grass. It seemed to 
her she was on a very small island, and far off, she could see a little 
house. She could still hear people in the distance, but she felt no harm 
would come to her here. 



She finally looked down at herself and with another start, realized that her 
ginzuishou had seen fit to drop here wherever she was without a single stitch 
of clothing on. 



She instinctively covered her chest with her arms and groaned.



"I do not find this funny," she muttered, getting to her feet. She summoned 
the ginzuishou and grabbed it with just a little irritation. The crystal 
flared slightly, and far off, she heard a shout of alarm. She jumped and 
turned in the direction of the yell, covering herself as best she could with 
one arm while the ginzuishou quickly went quiet in her other hand. It 
transformed itself into a small silver locket and chain as several blurs of 
color came rushing at Usagi. 



She gave a cry of alarm and fell straight back on her bottom in the sand, 
pulling her legs up and covering her head with her arms.



"Some fine mess this is!" she thought, fearfully, as several thuds indicated 
she was no longer alone.



"Don't hurt me!" She cried aloud, not daring to look as a feeling of large 
power dazzled her senses. Whoever had noticed her also held Power, and it was 
enough to give her the sense she was about to wet herself.



"... it's just a girl, Kakorrot." A harsh, heavy male voice rang in her ears, 
and a set of footsteps grew closer to her. She curled up even more, trying to 
ignore the panic she was experiencing.



"A naked girl." Another voice said, younger and with more interest. There was 
a slap, and then the same voice cried out.



"Stop gawking, you brat." The other voice said.



She felt a hand lay down on her shoulder, and she jumped, and looked up into 
a pair of amused, friendly eyes, set in a man's face. 



"Hello, there. Are you all right?" He asked, searching her face. His eyes 
lingered on her forehead for a minute before settling on her eyes.



Usagi squeaked a little and then flushed. "I think I'm all right. Where... 
where am I? Who are you?" She looked past him and saw another, shorter man 
with dark hair almost as crazy as the hair belonging to the man touching her, 
a younger man with shockingly lavendar hair, and a tall, green alien that 
absolutely frightened the life out of her. 



"Goku, be careful." The alien was staring at her with terrifying intensity, 
his arms crossed forebodingly over his chest. "That surge of ki came from 
her."



The shorter man snorted. "Highly unlikely, Namek. She's just a child. Look at 
her."



"I'm looking at her," the boy with lavendar hair quipped, only to be slapped 
in the back of the head by the second man.



"I am Goku," the one who still had his hand on her shoulder said, not 
unkindly. "This is Master Roshi's island. Who are you, and how did you get 
here?"



Usagi was horrified to find that tears were coming to her eyes. "My name is 
Usagi. I don't know how I got here," she was starting to cry in earnest, 
scared and still exhausted. The ginzuishou hung silently in her hand. "I'm 
scared. Where is this place?" She began to sob, and her vision grew dark on 
the edges. 



"Hey, don't cry. It's all right. You're okay here," Goku tried to console 
her, but it only made her cry harder, and before any of them could say 
another word, she slipped back into unconsciousness.



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