Sailor Moon/Dragon Ball GT: The Return
Chapter Three: Dark Elven 

NOTE: I am bringing a new character into the fold. A new complication to the story. One more hero in the battle. Forgotten Realms readers will know who this guy is. 
The entrance of Drizzt occurs right after the book, Silent Blade. R.A. Salvatore is the creator of Drizzt. Forgotten Realms is the property of TSR Inc.
 
“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”
			--John Fritzgerald Kennedy, late president of the United States of America

	Drizzt Do’Urden pushed his bone-white hair behind one pointed elven ear. He had left his friends back at the trail, and had ran up ahead to scout the trail. 
The unwary do not live long on the dangerous wild lands of Faerun. 
	 Drizzt continued his trek, exotic, almond-shaped eyes scanning all, taking in everything. Drizzt’s jet-black skin glistened in the midday sun. His unusual purple eyes glittering in excitement. He saw what he had been looking for. Drizzt saw the long shadow of a nearby hill. He saw the hill, measured the dark shadow. In less than a second, Drizzt had realized that the shadow was too long. The hill’s shadow had been lengthened by the shadows of a group of goblins. Drizzt could taste the coming battle long before it happened. His supple, combat-honed hands went to the twin scimitars at his hips. He slid a finely crafted scimitar with the pommel shaped into the likeness of a hunting cat first, bringing it to bear in front of him. He then drew his other scimitar, a beautiful blade, with a star-shaped pommel. The scimitar’s blade flashed an excited blue light. Thus, Drizzt had learned, was why this particular blade was called Twinkle. 
	“All right,” he whispered. “Time to have a little fun,”
	Drizzt slithered to the hill, silent as a ghost, and, even though he was in broad daylight, he was totally invisible to the eyes of all that saw him, so skilled he was at stealth. He crept up to the hill, on the sunlit side. He quickly, silently, ran up the hill, not making the slightest noise, his green cloak trailing behind him like a ghost, the cloak not making a whisper of a sound. Drizzt, now at the top of the hill, peered down below him. There were twenty goblins, resting, and eating moldy food. Drizzt’s eyes flared with the spark of excitement that he always got when he was about to go into a fight. 
	“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Drizzt said mildly, eloquently. “I am here to kill you.” He jumped down from his perch at the top of the hill, now clearly visible, gleaming mithril chain mail sparkling in the sun. The goblins all looked up at him, and screamed. A dark elf was attacking them! A dark elf! A drow! A fighter of legend, coming at them, weapons bared, white hair flying wildly, scimitars shining. The nearest goblin shrieked, but was silenced, as Twinkle came across, swiftly, like lightning, and, before the goblin knew it, its head was flying from its shoulders, and it was able to blink twice before its brain stopped. Drizzt’s next attacks were lightning fast and totally untraceable by the mortal eye. One could only see blurs as Drizzt slashed and stabbed repeatedly, kicking every once in a while. All twenty goblins went down in less than a minute, though only Drizzt’s acute sense of sight was able to detect the slightest trace of a cut. His attacks were so clean, that there appeared to be no wounds, no blood poured from the thin cuts. 
	Drizzt sheathed his scimitars, satisfaction in his eyes. 
	“Excellent work, Drizzt Do’Urden, renegade dark elf of the fallen House Do’Urden, former eighth House of Menzoberranzan, City of the Drow.”
	Drizzt, on instinct, spun around into a crouch, hands at the hilts of his scimitars. He saw a beautiful human woman, in her early twenties it seemed, dressed in a short skirt and a white body suit of some material unknown to the wise dark elf. Drizzt’s eyes narrowed into slits as he regarded the woman. She held a staff shaped into a key of some sort, and it radiated with magic. He could feel the magic in the air as he scrutinized the woman and her staff.
	“Who are you?” he asked sharply. The woman tossed her long, dark hair behind her, smiling. 
	“I am known as the Guardian of Time,” she answered. “I have come to ask for your assistance, noble Do’Urden. I know that you are plagued with doubts of coming to the surface world, only to find you are unaccepted and only barely tolerated by the ignorant surface dwellers.”
	“You are wrong, young lady,” Drizzt replied, smiling. “I have found acceptance in this world. I have found friends, who would gladly die for me, as I would gladly die for them. I have found fame among the surface people, though I had no intention of ever coming to the surface to find that fame. But, most of all, I accepted myself for who I am. I have found acceptance, young lady, and I am content.”
	“You speak as a true hero should, Drizzt Do’Urden,” the woman said. “That is why I have come. I beg you, good Drizzt, to help me, help my friends, win a battle against the greatest of evils, an evil that spans two universes. And soon, I fear, if this evil gets its way, it will consume this universe as well.”
	Drizzt looked at her with his purple eyes.
	“I speak truly when I say this, Drizzt Do’Urden,” she began softly, “I may be a strong warrior who is closer to being a god than most mortals can ever know, but I need your help. Please, help me fight the evil that plagues, and threatens, more worlds than you can possibly imagine, an evil which threatens the lives of countless innocents.”
	Drizzt looked skeptical, but reached inside his cloak, and pulled out an amulet that hung around his neck. The amulet was shaped into the likeness of a unicorn; the ivory pure and well carved. It was the symbol for his chosen goddess, Mielikki, and, in times of great confusion, Drizzt would look into his heart, the heart of a ranger, the heart of Mielikki, and find his answers. Now, he looked into his heart as he looked into the ivory unicorn’s lifeless eyes. 
	He found his answer.
	“I will do what I can.”
	“Thank you, Drizzt Do’Urden.” The woman stepped in front of Drizzt, so close their noses almost touched, and she jabbed her staff into the ground three times, and then, a blue-white light enveloped them. 
	When the light faded away, Drizzt Do’Urden and Sailor Pluto were gone.

	Luna finished her story, letting the other Scouts ponder the questions to this puzzle themselves.
	“I can’t believe that the Locket would turn against Serena,” Raye whispered.
	“What do you mean by that, Raye?” Serena asked caustically.     
	“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, Serena,” Raye amended, sincere, “I just meant that maybe the Locket might think you’re not powerful enough to control it. After all, the Holy Grail upgraded it. Remember? The Imperium Silver Crystal and the Holy Grail merged after our fight with Sailor Doom.”
	“Yeah,” Serena said glumly. “Maybe I am not strong enough to handle the Locket’s power…”
	Raye put a comforting hand on Serena’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she said softly, “I believe in you. You’ll win out in the end. We’ll win out. We always do.” Serena smiled at Raye. She smiled back. Even though they argued a lot, it was obvious that Raye and Serena were the best of friends, their hidden love for one another shared as if they were sisters. 
	Darien put a hand on Serena’s other shoulder. His touch reassured Serena even more that the Locket’s power would be hers.
	A sharp beeping alerted the girls and their friends that something was amiss. The Locket, sitting on the steps, was glowing and making the beeping sound. 
	“Why is it doing that?” Rini asked. 
	Derrak kneeled down to get a closer look at the Locket. “It’s reacting to something. Something big and powerful.”
	“Amy, check your computer,” Artemis said. Amy nodded, flicked out her computer, and started pressing buttons. The computer screen flashed wildly. 
	“There’s something attacking the warehouse district!” she cried. “And its power reading is huge! It’s off the charts! And it’s gaining in energy every second!” 
	“Is it as powerful as Sailor Doom?” Michiru asked. 
	Amy shook her head. “No. It is not as powerful as Sailor Doom.”
	Serena breathed a sigh of relief.
	“It’s stronger than Sailor Doom.”
	
	Goku, in a rage, didn’t stop his attack. Buildings were destroyed by the sheer waves of energy that were emitted by the transformed Saiya-jinn. He continuously blasted the destroyed buildings, sending thousands of energy bolts into the battered ground. 
	Goku placed his hands parallel to one another. White light started to glow from between his hands. 
	“KAAAAA-” he said. The energy gathered faster. “MMMMEEEE-” The white light started to jump with electricity. “HAAAAAAAAA-” Goku’s energy level rose to new heights as the energy locked between his palms started to heat up. “MMMEEEE-” He extended his arms, aiming for one of the few buildings still standing, a building a kilometer away. 
	“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 
	The titanic blast of searing white energy flew from Goku’s outstretched hands, the KameHameHa attack ripping through the sky, striking the building, and shattering it in a flash of light.