The Switch

Prologue: Switching Lives

Disclaimer: I don’t own Sailormoon or Dragonball Z

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“Moon Prism Power!” screamed Princess Serenity, launching all her energy and the energy of her friends at Queen Beryl. The collected energy, united with the White Moon magic from the Ginzuishou, hit the target head on and she let out an agonizing shriek. The evil Dark Kingdom queen was absorbed by the purifying light and vanished before Princess Serenity’s eyes. Serenity collapsed and reverted to Sailor Moon. Her sailor uniform was torn all over and her breathing was becoming forced. She knew what was to come next: she would die just as her mother did a thousand years ago.

‘I don’t want to die,’ she thought. She clutched her crystal in her gloved hand. ‘Silver Crystal, take me somewhere else! Please!’ she pleaded mentally. Her breathing slowly came to a stop and her lifeless body glowed.

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A fourteen-year-old girl was walking through the forest while on vacation with her father. She entered a clearing where she found a body lying on the ground and a glowing orb floating above it. ‘What’s this…?’ she thought, shocked by the sight before her. Curiously, the girl reached out and just barely touched the orb. She screamed as the orb reacted to her light touch and sucked her in.

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Sixteen-year-old Serena Satan sat in the living room of her boyfriend’s home, sitting with his parents and younger brother. “Gohan should be down any minute, Sere,” his mother, Son Chi-Chi, told her. Serena nodded and tucked a lock of her boyish blonde hair behind her ear.

“Serena, wanna spar with us tomorrow?” begged her boyfriend’s seven-year-old brother, Son Goten.

“Now Goten, you know it would be unfair to invite Sere to spar with us. She can’t go Super Saiyan like us,” his father, Son Goku, reminded Goten.

Serena smiled. “Maybe Goten. As long as you don’t go Super Saiyan,” she told the young boy. Goten jumped up and down like a sugar high rabbit.

“Yay! You’re so cool Sere!” he exclaimed happily.

“Gohan! Hurry up! Sere’s been waiting almost thirty minutes!” hollered Chi-Chi.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Serena’s boyfriend, Son Gohan, exclaimed as he rushed down the stairs. “Sorry about the wait Rena,” apologized Gohan.

“It’s okay Gohan,” Serena told him, smiling more. “Rena” was Gohan’s pet name for her and anyone else who dared call her that was given the beating of a lifetime.

“Be back before midnight Gohan and behave!” Chi-Chi instructed, giving her oldest son a motherly glare.

“We will Mom!” Gohan yelled, pulling Serena out of the house. They were going to a school dance together. It was their first date during the current time of peace.

“Let’s go!” Serena exclaimed, grabbing Gohan’s hand and flying off into the evening sky.

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“Videl, you’re going to be late!” Ikuko Tsukino yelled up the stairs to her still sleeping daughter, Videl Tsukino. Videl was sixteen-years-old with had shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. She jumped out of bed, threw on her uniform, brushed her hair quickly and tied back in a ponytail, and dashed downstairs.

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” she yelled, running past the kitchen.

“You have a perfectly good alarm clock,” Ikuko replied. Videl grumbled and slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag. “See you after school dear!” Ikuko called as Videl ran out the door in a frantic rush; it was a typical morning for the Tsukino family.

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“You’re late again, Miss Tsukino,” the teacher told Videl as the dark haired teen dashed into the classroom and slid to a stop before crashing into the supply closet.

“Sorry Sir,” mumbled Videl, trying to regain her composure. Once she had, she held her head high and marched to her seat.

“One more time and you will get a detention,” he warned the girl before going back taking attendance. Videl nodded and sighed as she sat.

Videl’s best friend, Molly Osaka, leaned over and whispered, “Didn’t set your alarm again?”

“Something like that,” answered Videl absently. The truth was Videl had been out catching a dangerous criminal. She was Tokyo’s sailor-suited warrior of love and justice, Sailor Moon. Ever since things had become peaceful, however, Videl and her fellow Sailor Soldiers had resorted to catching criminals for Tokyo’s police force.

“Did your mom yell at you?” Molly asked, her New York accent thick and hearty. Molly was Japanese, but for a few years while she was younger she had lived in New York with her mother.

“Miss Tsukino! Miss Osaka!” boomed the teacher, appearing right in front of the two girls.

“Yes sir?” Videl and Molly said, sitting straight up in their seats.

“Out!” the teacher ordered, sending the two girls out to the hall. Videl and Molly grabbed their stuff and exited the classroom, heads hung in mild embarrassment.