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Obsession

One

Obsession: noun:The domination of ones thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, ect.

Obsession, this is what my sickness is called.

Obsession shaken, stirred with a mix of equal parts of lust and admiration.

Some might have called it a silly high school's girl crush or fantasy. But, silly school girls didn't have crushes that lasted well over eleven years. Crushes at this age were notorious for being fleeting, as most girls my age were fickle. The average girl had posters plastered all over their walls of men who were on the covers of magazines. Men that were actors, models and singers were what a normal girl would consider crush material.

But, I didn't have a crush.

And the man I obsessed over wasn't a singer, actor, or a model.

He was a sayjin, a prince at that too.

A virtual Adonis, carved with pure muscle.

A face that could launch a thousand ships, guaranteed. Or at least a thousand ships to my heart.

He was a cold man that held enough power that with a flick of his wrist he could reduce the world to ruble.

What I'm trying to say is that I think I have a thing for the muscular badass with the heart of steel.

Ah, but there were some setbacks that made this fairy tale romance crumble even before our vows could be exchanged. The man I was obsessed with and held deep lust for that was insatiable, was older than my father. Actually, he was a man that was born and breed to be my father's ultimate rival. I couldn't even say for the most part that they were even friends. I think it might have been a one-sided friendship on my father's side. I couldn't imagine my prince wanting to have an association with my father in that way. He might have deemed as saying that he wanted to go run hand in hand with my father in a field of lilies. Yeah, not happening in this lifetime or the next.

If that wasn't bad enough he was married with a kid. Well actually, technically he wasn't 'married', if that's of any help. He was just living with a woman that he constantly fights with and apparently sleeps with. 'Cause ya know, nine months later, baby. Funny how that stuff works. You can barley stand a person and still you have sex and children with them.

But, you know what I don't have to worry about in their relationship.

Love.

Cause there is none between them.

I can hear the concerned moans in the audience already but don't worry I don't intend to be a family wreak… no wait, change of phrase; I don't mean to be a sex-friend breaker up, person.

No, don't worry people. He doesn't even know I exist. Oh, wait that's being overly dramatic. Of course he knows I'm a living, breathing person. But, he knows me as his son's friend or as "that stupid Kakarot's brat".

Ouch.

But, that's ok, cause as God as my witness one day I'll make him notice me.

I'm not all that sure how yet but one day it will come to me.

Making him crawl for me; filled to the brim with all the lust and love his body is capable of and.. well the rest is kind of X-rated but very drool worthy, trust me.

I'm not entirely sure when or how this obsession first started. I've just always remembered as a little girl I'd always admired his pride, strength and of course his handsome features. While most little girls always admired their father's over anyone, I admired the man that was always trying to beat my daddy into a bloody pulp.

I guess I'm not quite normal.

But I can say- OUCH!

A choir of laughter floating freely in the air made its way into my ear drums. I turned around in my seat to find that they belong to not only my twin brother, Goten, but also a certain lavender haired sayjin. Staring daggers at the two I dropped my vision to the ground, noticing the projectile, a paper airplane, which had been launched at my head.

Bending over slightly over my desk I scooped up the offending projectile from the ground with a roll of my eyes. I launched it back at the lavender hair boy who, with mirth dancing in his eyes deflected it before it made contact. "Honestly, Trunks are you still in grade school? I mean come on we're sixteen now and your SEVENTEEN.. time to grow up."

"Your one off in la la land, drooling all over your desk," Trunks said while him and my twin continued giggling like school girls.

What childish idiots I wasn't drooling… at least I don't think I was- oh crap, there's a wet spot on my sleeve. How embarrassing!!

When I started feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks I quickly turned back around facing the whiteboard, watching their reflections.

"Aw, Usa were you fantasizing about a boy? By the way you were drooling it must have been one hot-" Goten didn't get to finish his statement before Trunks reached over and smacked him on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" Goten asked as he rubbed his injury.

"Because, you say the most annoying things!" Trunks countered.

"Well it is Valentines; it's most likely she was dreaming about a boy." Another smack was heard, echoing throughout the classroom. When will my twin learn to hold his tongue? "Or, maybe she was dreaming about food.. yea that's more likely." When he didn't receive any punishment after his statement, Goten felt it ok to continue. "Actually, I'm kind of hungry myself." At this I, along with the entire classroom heard his tummy rumble.

I turned towards him once again while running a hand down my face in annoyance. "How can you be hungry? We just ate lunch last period and if you don't remember you ate half of my lunch."

Goten smiled sheepishly at me, "Oh yea, but I always have room for more." At this both Trunks and I let out a sigh simultaneously.

"So?" Trunks raised his eyebrows and locked his eyes with my own. "What were you dreaming about that caused you to drool?" He smirked, "You were thinking about me, weren't cha?"

I rolled my eyes once again, "Oh. My. God. Get over yourself Trunks, your not that cute."

"Ah! But you think I'm cute."

"Arg!" I screamed out in frustration while turning away from them once again. His arrogance was so annoying. But, I have to admit that his father was an arrogant man as well, but his made him even sexier. Trunks' arrogance made me want to slam his face into a wall.

But, I didn't cause he was my best friend.

Annoying best friend, but best friend none the less.

While chewing on the end of my mechanical pencil I stared absently at the wall. We had free-period for our last class of the day because they couldn't find a suitable substitute today. Some pranksters, who I believe to be a certain lavender haired boy and his accomplice, put laxatives in our teacher's coffee. They rushed him out of the school building after they kicked in and unfortunately for him he was no where near a bathroom.

I let out another loud sigh, unfortunately Trunks had reminded me a little fact that I was trying to forget right now.

Today was Valentine's day.

The day for couples.

And I was currently couple-less.

Cause the man I wanted to be in a couple with was banging some aqua haired witch.

Ok, I'm a little bitter.

I couldn't help but wonder if the two were currently in bed together, feeding chocolates to one another. Scratch that, I don't think that's something he would do. He's probably training in the gravity room right now and she's off doing something whorish.

Ok, I'm really bitter.

But, I was going to enjoy my own chocolate today. When I past by my locker during lunch time I noticed that it was about to explode with all the gifts and love notes that had been stuffed inside. At least that would comfort me today, as I celebrated my loneliness.

I wondered what he would think if I gave him chocolate or wrote him a love letter. He'd probably, most defiantly laugh in my face and hold it over my head till the day I died. I think he'd prefer it if I brought my father's dead body as a token of my love. Like that would happen.

Ah, unrequited love.

"Oi! Usa!" Snapping my head in the direction of the voice I noticed my brother by the door. "Come on day dreamer the bell went off already."

"Coming!" I yelled back as I started to pick up my books and stuff them into my bag. Just as I cleared my desk an envelope, that seemed to float from the sky landed on my desk. Puzzled I turned my head and noticed that my best friend was standing next to me.

Trunks blushed, "Happy Valentine's Day, Usagi." His blush began to deepen, if that were possible. "Um.. There's a note inside that's kind of important. Make sure to read it now." I blinked and just as I opened up my eyes he was rushing out the door with my brother in tow.

"That was fast," I said while giggling and opening up the note. "Please come up to the roof after school, there's something I need to tell you."

Oh God, here we go.

Here was another problem. The son of the man I adored was head over heels in love with me. There was only room in my heart for one man and his name was…

Vegeta, the Prince of all Sayjins.

I just had to make it clear to Trunks that there was no room in my heart for him. As I grabbed my bag and got up from my desk I declared it, "Time to set some things straight- Ahh!"

Klutz attack.

Tripping on my shoelace I face planted on the cold, hard tiled floor.

Wah!

Why does this always happen to me?

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An: I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm already rewriting two stories that are both almost 200 pages long on this website. Also I have five stories I'm working on, at Fiction Press. Ahh! BUT, I came up with the concept this morning and I just had to write it!

I guess I'm going to have to ignore my original fiction for a bit.

Fan fiction is too addicting.

I wrote the summary down and it was about two pages long… this is going to be a long story filled with smutty smut and drammma!

This is going to be my first Usagi/Trunks romance. Even though I prefer Vegeta/Usagi stories I wanted to give this a try.. but there are going to be hints of V/U. So, let me say, Vegeta is my fav DBZ character but in this story to make it work I had to make him.. do some very bad things.. and we'll your not.. actually just wait and see. Just know, no matter how bad he is, I love him. lol.

Don't you just love these love triangles? Lol!

Be sure and review and tell me what you think!

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