Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Demons ❯ Friend? Or foe? ( Prologue )

(This is an alternate universe fic. The characters will be in different situations than on the show, and their appearances will be different as well. I'm currently working on drawing all the characters. And I've used some Japanese words in here as well. Yokoshima = wicked. Junsui = pure. Daraku = Corrupt. And for those of you who don't know, Hentai = pervert.)

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The dark winged being stood silently as he overlooked the battle going on in the landscape below. It was easy to tell the difference between the two opposing militaries. He was the leader of the Yokoshima army. His people had characteristics that fit their name perfectly. Some of his warriors had horns or spikes on their heads and bodies. Others had long intimidating fangs and pale, dead looking complexions. And some, like himself, had dark bat-like wings protruding from their backs. Those with wings weren't born with them however. Most were Saiyajins who had been corrupted long ago by an evil demon that went by the name of Daraku. Over twenty years ago Daraku's minions had attacked Vegetseii. Many had been killed, but several others, such as himself, had been enslaved and forced to join his dark army. Needless to say, Saiyajins weren't angels to begin with, so carrying out their new master's evil deeds wasn't a difficult task; but it was the fact they had no choice that made the captured warriors want to rebel. But they could not. Daraku was far too powerful. His magic had caused all the captured Saiyajins to grow the hideous wings that were now a part of them, marking them as his own. And their mission was to wipe out anyone who opposed his evil intentions. They called their enemy the Junsui.

The Junsui were an army of pure hearted souls who fought only with the intention of destroying all evil in the universe. Like the Yokoshima, whose features expressed their darkness, these creatures held features that expressed their pureness. Many had wings that resembled that of a fairy's. Their colors were bright and airy. Their clothing resembled that of a god's in its quality. Truly magnificent. It was funny how the Junsui could kill just as easily as the Yokoshima and still consider themselves pure of heart. But that was easy to understand if one thought about it long enough. They didn't kill in cold blood. They wouldn't harm a fly unless that insect happen to be attempting to conquer the universe.

And he, Vegeta, was the leader against them. He was the darkness that threatened to extinguish the light. It wasn't like he had a choice. When he'd been captured at the age of six, he'd been raised to know nothing else but evil. And even if he decided to rebel, he'd be asking for death at the hands of Daraku. Being as powerful as he was, the Prince of all Saiyajins was appointed the head of the Yokoshima army. No one dared oppose him. All below him feared and avoided him unless contact was absolutely necessary. Even the pure hearted Junsui were intelligent enough to know when they were outmatched. He could see the fear in their bright little eyes when they looked at him. And it never failed to bring a twisted smile to his lips.

Vegeta's tail lashed in agitation as he listened to Yokoshima and Junsui alike scream in both pain and anger as the battle wore on. This was just one of the several wars between the two sides. Neither ever emerged triumphant, but neither ever lost either. That in itself was a victory against the enemy as far as Vegeta was concerned.

The prince growled under his breath when he heard a soft scraping noise nearby. Someone was making a poor attempt to attack him from behind. The idiots should know that you couldn't sneak up on him. If his sensitive Saiyajin hearing didn't pick up the enemy's movements, then surely he'd be able to sense that person's ki. Vegeta spun around and formed a ki attack in his hand, bringing it inches away from the face of his would be attacker. Needless to say, the poor Junsui was shocked, not to mention terrified. The prince smiled viciously before releasing the blast at point blank range. The pure hearted warrior didn't even have time to scream before he was completely vaporized. All that remained was a fine dust that drifted away in the gentle breeze.

"Fool."

Vegeta snorted and turned back to the battle in the field below him. The once green grass was now stained with blood, giving the illusion of a red carpet that stretched on for miles. Once again, it seemed as if both sides were about evenly matched. Just as many Junsui lay dead or wounded as Yokoshima. It seemed the endless cycle would just repeat itself again on this day. The prince scanned the area carefully for anything out of the ordinary to entertain his senses. A large explosion to the north caught his attention seconds later and he turned in astonishment to investigate. An unfamiliar power level had skyrocketed seconds before the blast, but now it had disappeared again, or had lowered to the point it couldn't be distinguished between the other kis.

Vegeta was about to disregard the phenomena when a fighter caught his eye. The prince was slightly taken back by the warrior's appearance. He was a young man, or younger than himself at least, and appeared to be around the age of 21. His hair was golden and his eyes were a brilliant shade of teal. His pale skin encased well-defined steel muscles that held grace and power in their movements. The warrior's clothes were fit for a king, yet obviously made for battle; for they seemed to be holding up well in the chaos they were subjected to. He wore a sky blue shirt that extended with a robe-like appearance to his ankles. It was trimmed with a green color that matched his eyes and was tied at the waist with a sash. Below that he wore yellow gi pants that were tucked into black boots with white trim. Each forearm was incased in elaborate steal shackle type objects that were decorated with golden designs. And judging from the large, white, feathery angel-like wings that protruded from his back, he was a Junsui. He was impressive to say the least. The prince had never taken much of an interest in members of the Junsui army, but there was something about him. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. But then… he spotted a golden brown tail swinging behind the warrior gracefully.

Vegeta couldn't withhold a gasp as he realized that the young man was a Saiyajin like himself. He had thought that all Saiyajins were either killed or enslaved by Daraku. But tails didn't lie, and neither did his eyes; let alone his senses. He was sure. The warrior was a Saiyajin and he had to know more about him.

Vegeta growled as a member of his army attacked the mystery warrior that had captured his attention. The evil minion used a sword to his advantage and managed to create a wound across the Junsui's chest, which began to bleed. The prince knew that Saiyajin or not, he was an enemy… for now. If that burst of ki he'd felt earlier belonged to this warrior, then surely he would make a valuable fighter in his army. On the other hand, if the Saiyajin was killed before he had a chance to evaluate him, then needless to say, he'd be rather pissed off to have missed the chance to recruit him.

The prince gracefully jumped off the ledge he'd been watching the battle from and headed for the two fighters. It didn't take long for him to get there, but to his surprise, the Yokoshima warrior had already been defeated by the young Saiyajin, who had just finished off another fighter before he turned to face Vegeta. The Junsui fighter looked thoughtful as he studied the other man carefully, almost as if he were trying to remember him from somewhere. The prince, likewise, was also studying the other warrior. He was slightly taller than Vegeta himself was, but he was most definitely a Saiyajin. The prince was sure now that he was close enough to confirm that the man indeed had a Saiyajin tail, which was waving back and forth behind him.

"You shouldn't leave your tail exposed to attack like that, boy. It's too easy for someone to grab it." Vegeta said as his eyes returned to meet those of the other Saiyajin's. He used a tone that was meant to sound condescending, but if he didn't know any better, he'd think he might have sounded concerned. The younger man blinked and his tail ceased all movement as he spotted the prince's tail, which was wrapped securely around his waist. Shock was clearly evident on the mystery Saiyajin's face, which surprised Vegeta as well. "What's the problem? You act as if you've never seen another Saiyajin with a tail before." the prince snapped, though his expression gave away his curiosity. "I… I haven't. What's a Saiyajin?" the warrior asked. His voice was full of sincerity and innocence, something that left Vegeta even more flabbergasted. How can someone as deadly as this possibly hold so much innocence? It just didn't make sense. "You're a Saiyajin, baka! How could you not know what you are?!" the prince shouted. He couldn't believe it! A pure hearted Saiyajin! How was it possible? This man belonged with his army! The Junsui had to have brainwashed him. There was no other explanation. Surely the younger warrior didn't even have a clue judging by the confused expression on his face. "Never mind. There will be time for that later. What's your name?" Vegeta asked in annoyance. He was getting nowhere fast and he didn't like being so distracted in the middle of a war. The other Saiyajin seemed to think for a moment before speaking. "Kakarotto."

Before Vegeta could respond, a series of explosions sounded around them, causing debris to fly through the air violently. Confusion was evident on the prince's face until he looked to the sky and spotted the source of the attacks. His army was currently dropping some of their most powerful and advanced bombs on the battleground, destroying Junsui and Yokoshima alike. "Kuso! I didn't order this attack!" Vegeta growled. He levitated into the air and began to flee the battle area before pausing and looking at Kakarotto. The Saiyajin, however, had already disappeared.

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