Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angels Meet Devils (Between Devils and Angels) ❯ Prolouge ( Prologue )

ANGELS MEET DEVILS

(Between Devils and Angels)

Prologue

Four women walked casually between the gates of a gorgeous castle-the Helnian* castle known as Hervian. Each Airian** had beautiful pure feathery white wings and clean white dresses. One, a beautiful blue-haired lady with bright blue eyes, laughed suddenly, causing her friends to look at her in surprise.

"Have you heard?"

"Heard what, Bulma?" Asked the black haired beauty with glittering black diamond eyes. Bulma laughed again and gestured toward the castle of pure white.

"The lords in yonder castle have made an agreement with the Dianblos***

in Eastern Marte****!" She paused dramatically," They are to send ANGELS to check and see if the Demons are keeping the pact!" A gasp of surprise rose up.

"Surely not!" Called out a blackish-red-haired Airian with reddish black eyes, " Making deals with my Brother-the Dianblo King of Eastern Marte?! Have they gone MAD???"

"Yea! They must have gone mad! No one would DARE trod even NEXT to the gates of Marte!" Proclaimed a yellow-haired woman with baby blue eyes. Suddenly they stopped their uproar. Bulma spoke timidly in the silence that followed.

"Who would they send?" Bulma looked at her friends as they all fell into deep silence. The raven-haired Airian spoke up.

"Well-we shan't have to worry! They will send men!" Everyone nodded. "They will not send women! Even if they did send women I am sure it will not be us or any of our kinsmen or kinswomen."

Bulma stared. "No! I do not think so, Chichi! I believe they will send who they will-women if needed be.... Perhaps to tame the hearts of the wild...." She drifted off and shivered. Airians... Fall in love with Dianblos? It was an unheard thing and an absurd thing to think of at that! The others thought the same. Fall in love with DIANBLOS? Why, there would be a crazy love match! A voice interrupted their thoughts.

"Ladies…?" A young man walked up. By the look of the armor that he was wearing he was a soldier. "I am here to bid you to come into the Castle and meet with their Majesties." They let out a cry of surprise.

"Are you crazy Yamcha!? What are you talking about??? That We? Are to go and see the Lords of Helnia? You've got to be going crazy?!" Bulma exclaimed. The others chimed in adding their disagreements.

"Yea! You have gone mad, Yamcha! I may be a lady Airian but even I know OUR place!" Stated the blond-haired Angel firmly. Yamcha sighed and held up his hand to stop them.

"I too know my place lady. I know that I was sent to call Lady Airians Bulma, 18 (strange name if you do not mind my saying so), Valena, and Chichi. So I bid you: Come in." Yamcha turned and began to walk towards the huge double doors. The women followed, resigned at this strange development in their lives.

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Far away in a land where `purity' had no true meaning, where love was a foreign thing, where death and social activities go almost completely hand-in-hand. There was a castle, black as night and red as blood in the land closest to Helnia.

Inside lived Vejita-the outcast of Helnia-the King of the Eastern half of Marte (which, considering the area and type of people in the land, wasn't as evil as some parts of Marte). Vejita, personally, cut an impressive figure and he knew it well. Hair that was like black hellfire, finely toned muscles, and onyx colored eyes. He wore a black sleeve-less shirt that had a front that exposed his finely tanned and toned muscles. A band of pure dragon steel was in between his muscles on his upper forearm. He wore onyx colored pants that clung to him, outlining his lean muscled legs. Huge sweeping leathery red and black dragon wings sprung from his back giving him the deadly demonic look that no one would ever mistake him as an Airian. A brown furry tail was wrapped around his waist, placing him among the section of rare Hybrid Dianblo's.

Vejita paced across his chambers restlessly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. A soft knock at his chamber's door interrupted his relentless pacing.

Vejita rolled his eyes. "Who is it?" Vejita's tone was flat. The reply came back fearlessly.

"Rulon, sire." Came the voice, equally flat, but it almost had a challenging tone to it.

Vejita snorted, slightly amused. "Well come in and tell me of what those fools in Helnia have decided. Who are they sending?"

The Dianblo guard known as Rulon came in, his huge coal-black wings tucked neatly on his back. He was a tall Dianblo, with black hair and eyes like endless pits of a dead blackness. The Dianblo guard wore a simple uniform of a blood-red dragon with huge outlined silver black wings; the rest of the uniform was a stone cold black. Rulon's reply was extremely amusing, besides being entertaining to Vejita.

"My Lord Vejita, they send not warriors, neither do they send Airianic Men." Rulon could not hide his amusement at the situation, "They send Women!"

Vejita smirked. "So…. The ancient one's have grown soft. So soft in fact that they send women to diplomatic matters with ME! King Vejita of the Eastern Marte Gates. Ah…'tis a sad time. They have to send women!" Vejita snickered. "Their women must be stronger now then their men!" Vejita turned back to Rulon, and cold smile on his lips. "Who are those that come?"

Rulon's face flickered once out place, slightly betraying his hidden emotions that were running in turmoil inside his mind.

"My Lord they send Ladies Bulma (a blue haired creature, very strange at that-BLUE hair!), Lady…" Rulon smirked and snickered. "18 (wicked silly name eh? Pretty yellow haired thing though.), Lady Chichi (strange name, yes?), and…" Rulon stopped hesitantly and gulped nervously. Vejita looked at him strangely, but he was extremely cross at his guard's silence.

"Speak up! Who is the last one?" For the first time Vejita saw that Rulon was afraid. Rulon gulped and opened his mouth but no words came. Finally he spoke.

"Sir… Your… Sister… Lady Valena."

Vejita's face contracted into a deadly scowl and he walked straight up to Rulon, grabbing the front of his uniform and-

WHAMM!

Vejita slammed Rulon up against the cold stonewall. There was a highly audible cracking noise as the bones in the guard's wings shattered from the impact. Rulon gasped in pain, grit his teeth only managing to clamp down on the inside of his mouth, making blood flow. The taste accompanying the blood was coppery and disgusting.

Vejita snarled menacingly in Rulon's ear as he threatened the taller Dianblo guard.

"If you EVER mention…that...that WITCH'S name AGAIN I swear I WILL KILL YOU."

Vejita dropped the injured demon to the floor and sneered. "Go get a healer if you hurt that bad."

Rulon whimpered. Most of the bones in his wings had been shattered and it was also on his mind that a few bones in his back and along his ribcage had been cracked as well. The demon rose swiftly off the floor and bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain as his sharp teeth dug into his lower lip, making blood come up.

Rulon bowed and swiftly left the room, heading for the `Healer's Hall'. Vejita smirked and sat down on a softly stuffed black chair with a sigh of relief. He massaged his temples, thinking to himself.

`Soon sister…very soon.'

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Helnia: Means `heaven' in their language.

Marte: Hell

Airian: Angel or feathered people

Dianblo: Demon or dragon people

Hybrid:…Saiyan?…(you decide)

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