Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angels Meet Devils (Between Devils and Angels) ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Angels Meet Devils-

(Between Devils and Angels)

Chapter 1

The four women spilled out of the audience chamber shrieking at the top of their lungs.

"What? YOU'VE GONE MAD! WE REFUSE TO GO TO THAT MONSTER'S REALM!" Valena yelled so loud at the closed doors Yamcha was sure the very pits of Hell could hear her. Bulma wasn't any better off.

"WHAT? ARE WE TO BE DISGRACED BY GOING TO THAT-THAT CREATURE'S HOME!?" Bulma screeched angrily.

18 and ChiChi banged on the now closed doors yelling.

"WE DEMAND REENTRY!! WE WILL REDISCUSS THIS NOW!!"

Yamcha sighed and yanked the screeching women away from the doors, covering his ears as best as possible.

"By the stars!! Silence your tongues! Be glad you do not have to visit the Lord of the Underworld himself!" Somehow this simple proclamation made them silent.

Chichi stared, temporarily caught off guard and frightened. "You-you mean they almost sent us to the very HEART of Marte?" Chichi asked, scared almost completely out of her wits. Yamcha nodded solemnly and watched as the Airians' hand flew to their mouths as they gasped in shock. Yamcha raised an eyebrow as he watched one woman, Valena, not even flinch at this proclamation. He decided to ask why.

"Lady Valena, why is it that you do not react? Surely you know what I mean more than these others!" Yamcha stopped dramatically. Valena, the feathery devil Airian, just stared at him. Her reply was like death to all who could hear her.

"I don't even care for that sentence or that particular choice of words, Yamcha." She said in a flat voice, glaring daggers that seemed to pierce his heart. Yamcha shivered involuntarily. "As you may remember, Yamcha, I CAME from that place. I was…different." Yamcha stared into her face and for the first time in his long era of knowing the strange Airian he noticed a strange sort of…dead look in her eyes.

Yamcha stared into those red-black eyes, remembering all the stories he had heard about the strange Airian. She had been (what did they call her? Oh yes…) a sort of Hybrid. Valena had been born with Airian wings while her brother, Vejita, had been born with Dianblo wings. Both were strange. Neither were fully Dianblo nor fully Airian but both. They could be as gentle as the Lords of Helnia themselves or so evil they would be more than a match for the overlord of Marte. They had strange hearts, Hybrids. They were strong-unusually strong. Some said they could shoot energy, or ki as the Hybrids themselves called it, from their hands and `power-up' making themselves twice as powerful at times. They also had-tails. They were said to furry and incredibly soft, and also said to be the source of their powers. If grabbed, the Hybrid would be temporarily paralyzed but if stroked it would get an extremely interesting reaction from the Hybrid in question.

Yamcha's trail of thought led him to start staring almost inappropriately at Valena's waist, looking for her tail. Bulma's gaze along with the others' gazes found where his eyes were wandering.

Bulma leapt forward and smacked the Airian Soldier's face as hard as she could and screeched, "HOW DARE YOU LOOK ON VALENA LIKE THAT!"

Yamcha gasped as her hand violated his skin and his hand flew up to the offended area. The Airian's face flushed in embarrassment. Yamcha hung his head. "I-I apologize… I was…merely looking for…" Yamcha gulped. He knew what would come next. "For Lady Valena's tail…" The uproar from the women surrounding him was deafening.

"YOU! YOU NAUGHTY MAN!!" Chichi shrieked angrily, glaring at him.

"HOW DARE YOU!!" 18 yelled, advancing on Yamcha menacingly.

"HAVE YOU NO SHAME??" Bulma howled in fury, making Yamcha's eardrums almost burst. He clapped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut.

Yet again Valena did not join in her friends uproar. She merely stared coldly at Yamcha. The deadly Airian glared, then rose up one hand and silenced her friends with a wave. The beautiful yet deadly woman walked up to Yamcha. She hissed softly and pulled Yamcha's hands away from his ears, making his eyes snap open in surprise and fear.

"You wish to see what I also am?" She hissed, her voice scarcely hiding the rage that was dripping lethally from her words.

Yamcha, frightened for his life and safety, nodded quickly. Instantly, as if on cue, she backed far enough away from him where he could easily see her fully. They all watched curiously, even a few Airian guards, standing in strategic spots down the hallway, stopped to watch.

Valena cursed inwardly at this new attention but she kept her face emotionless, almost passive. Yamcha and the others watched, almost horrified as a furry brown snake-like thing unwound itself from around Valena's waist, coming to rest behind her, twitching slowly from side to side.

Yamcha gulped. Bulma stared but for some strange reason she was not afraid of the sight of the tail; it seemed almost a natural thing to her. 18 and Chichi tried to look natural but grabbed each other out of fear, 18 was more afraid of the tail than Chichi was.

Valena smirked and let a soft, amused chuckle escape her mouth. "I see I have made an impact on your otherwise boring lives." Her tail twisted back around her waist again. Valena barked out a single cold laugh that seemed to snap everyone out of his or her déjà vu and walked down the hall and then turned to the left down one hall towards the `Airian Rest Hall'.

The women stared after her, blinking several times, and then hurried after Valena calling out, "VALENA! WAIT UP!!"

Yamcha sighed and ran his fingers through his short black hair nervously. The guards' jaws snapped back into place and the resumed their boring, everyday guarding jobs.

There hadn't been really any action since five years ago when Eastern Marte had attacked Helnia. The powerful Eastern Marte army had lost. Helnia had triumphantly put down the assault (and with flourish the guards always added smugly). The old king of Eastern Marte had been (supposedly) killed and somehow Vejita had gotten the throne, even though he had been gone and hadn't shown his face for almost twenty years.

Vejita… Yamcha shivered. That was one person he did not want to meet, as the reputation of the brutal King was far and renowned. Maybe a little exaggerated, but the rest where true weren't they?

Yamcha sighed worriedly and started wandering around the halls, looking for something to get his mind off the women's seemingly impending doom.

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Vejita snickered, relaxing in his midnight-black chair. Rulon would probably be down in the Healer's Hall right now whining at the Healers to heal him.

Vejita sighed. `Idiot. Does he think he can get anywhere in life by whining?'

Suddenly a huge BOOM! Caught Vejita's attention and interrupted his thoughts. A Dianblo woman's voice let out an agonized scream before going silent; the last part of her scream was strangely muffled.

Vejita laughed, but his laughter died quickly as he thought of what was just down the hall outside his door. It got him a bit uneasy at the thought of it. He liked to kill, injure, and maim, as long as it was by his own hand.

`Damn these emotions… Oh well at least I am more powerful than that fool Rulon. One of the great advantages of being a Hybrid I guess…' Vejita shivered and ran his hand through his wild flame hair, thinking to himself. He stopped suddenly and thought for a moment longer as something occurred to him. `Damn it! That must be why Rulon can hold his own during our training sessions! He's also a Hybrid! DAMN HIM!' Vejita stood up suddenly and began to pace around his chambers, his brow wrinkled in thought. `Training is all I think of these days but for some reason I have these strange dreams…' Vejita sighed, stopped pacing, and sat on his chair again as he remembered the night before's dream…

DREAM FLASHBACK

He was in a room. Just an ordinary room, not very well lit at all. He saw a woman. He could see her hair color, it was pure, everlasting white. Her face he could see very well as it seemed to glow like the rest of her. She appeared to have very tan skin though she was cast in shadow. He saw-Airianic Wings! Springing from her back like a fountain of white. His stone-like heart melted at the sight of this strange, lovely lady.

She gently beckoned him to her side with a wave of one delicate hand. He swiftly walked to the side of the bed next to her, and, not knowing why he did so, he placed his hand on his across his chest, his hand curled into a fist and he bowed; the sign of loyalty.

Her lips parted in dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. Her voice was like a gentle spring morn to his ears that had heard so much. A sound that he loved to hear since his hard life in the hands of the maniacal tyrant, Freeza.

"Hello Dianblo Child."

Vejita stared at her, uncertain of her purpose. Wondering what she was doing in his dreams. "Who are you?" Vejita half-demanded half-asked. She laughed a melodious laugh, sad, but with some joy in its tone. "I am Lady Romania of Helnia."

Vejita instantly bowed again, swiftly, almost apologetically, onto one knee. "I beg your pardon, M'Lady. I didn't know who I was speaking to." Vejita grasped her hand gently and kissed it respectfully.

Romania shook her head, grasped his hands, and drew him back up onto his feet, still smiling her perfect smile. "Nay Lord. Not many do know who I am. But I must hurry! I am not here just for an idle chat. I need to give thee something, Vejita." She said, hurriedly he noticed.

The Royal Angel drew forth from a pocket on her pure white gown a strange sort of key. It looked like a Dragon's head. It was pure black with a white eye. The tail curled around and small attachments on the side of the strange object, told Vejita that it was missing its other half. Romania spoke thoughtfully aloud to herself and Vejita.

"I know not where the other half is-my husband has it and hopefully he hast found someone to give it to…" She refocused all of her attention on Vejita, her delicate hands curling around the precious object. "This key is called `Marye' or `Opener'. It opens ALL doors Only If You Have The Other Half!" Romania said, punctuating her words with urgency, worry and fatigue showing up clearly on her beautiful, but sad features. "Find it! I believe thee will need it in the coming time…" Sighing, Romania looked up at Vejita, almost like one looks at a favorite nephew or son. "My guess is the other half is with one of the Airians we send to your realm-" Vejita raised an eyebrow questioningly for this was one subject that intrigued him most of all. "To see of thy loyalty to the pact that we made with you five years ago, and also to draw up a new one as well…I believe that whichever Airian holds the other half…" Romania paused for a moment, searching his eyes, almost looking for the answer in them. "Will hold the other half of thy heart. The part that is missing to the world…"

Vejita gasped in shock just as the room started to fade. His hand stretched wantonly towards the fading lady. "Wait!! Who holds the key to my…"

But he never finished as her voice called out, interrupting him, "The Key will be in thy beside table! Get it when you need it! Thou will need it! Soon…"

END OF DREAM FLASHBACK

Vejita sighed. `Why is it that being a ruler of a damned land means I get the damned dreams?' Vejita thought, irritated at the Lady of Helnia in his dream.

He dared not look in his beside table for fear that the dream was real; any dream that was real, especially one like this, frightened Vejita more than he'd like to admit.

A powerful knock, yet again, interrupted his quite solitude. Vejita groaned and muttered curses under his breath as he got up out of his chair.

"Who the hell is it this time?" Vejita snapped out angrily. He did not like being interrupted more than once. An audible chuckle drifted through the closed door.

" 'Tis I! Kakarrot!" The voice said cheerfully. Vejita smiled, a true smile. He and Kakarrot were like brothers. They had met each other long ago when they had been mere children.

"Come in Kakarrot! By all means come in!"

The door opened and an extremely cheerful demon walked softly into the room. He was a tall demon, taller than Rulon by about three inches. His hair was swept up with the tips tipped away from his head and slightly downwards. He had on the simple guards uniform. Kakarrot smiled a goofy smile, one that one NEVER saw on the face of a Dianblo.

"What is so interesting that you have come in and interrupted me, Kakarrot?" Asked Vejita, plainly bored.

Kakarrot grinned sheepishly. "I heard that we are to have Airian women come here. Is this true? I mean… I've never seen an Airian female come here before and… err…" Kakarrot looked at Vejita for an answer.

Vejita dropped his cheerful manner and rolled his eyes, "Kakarrot, you are denser than the day you were born!" Vejita sneered. "Yes, they are sending Airian women…only the Marye knows why…" Vejita shook his head slowly. He too was confused why they chose to send women to the land of Marte.

Vejita looked up at his goofy friend's face and he inwardly winced. He knew about this Hybrid's past better than anyone else did.

Kakarrot was once, about 7 years ago, engaged to an Airian. Kakarrot was as happy as anything. Vejita had been completely disgusted-he didn't like the Angel Kakarrot had fallen for. Then THAT night happened.

Vejita felt extremely sorry for his dim-witted friend.

Vejita had been warning Kakarrot over the weeks before the marriage, about her attention to him-that it was leaving. Kakarrot had merely shrugged and told him that he believed that she was just excited and just talking to her friends about it. Vejita didn't believe it.

Then, one night, right before Kakarrot was to be married to Salrana… Kakarrot found her, in her room.

Within someone else's arms.

Kakarrot had lost it that night. He had ripped the entire room apart in a rage, and then stormed out to the orchard. Vejita had run into his friend outside and there, sobbing, Kakarrot told him what had transpired.

Vejita was so enraged at the dishonorable Airian he had gone into the dishonest Airian's room and killed both fiancé and lover. Needless to say the Lords of Helnia shamed Vejita immensely the next morning for killing the pair. Then they had offered Kakarrot their deepest regrets that Salrana had not been faithful to her engagement.

Then Kakarrot had made up his mind to ever to get close to someone again unless he was absolutely sure she would be faithful. Ever. Vejita had sworn the same thing-he too did not want his heart to be shamelessly ripped to pieces.

Vejita shook himself out of his thoughts and looked closer at his friend's face. To his intense surprise he saw a yearning there, a kind of hunger or lust that only the love of some female could sedate.

Vejita raised an eyebrow. " I surely you have no intention of turning husband on me-have you?" He asked incredulously.

Kakarrot smiled sheepishly. "I would scarcely trust myself…" Kakarrot sighed. "Rulon showed me what they look like…They are all very pretty, M'Lord Vejita." Kakarrot got a dreamy look on his face as he stared at nothing and started to ramble. "One Airian… ah… her hair is so soft looking and black. She has these incredible eyes, black ones that seem to capture you and draw you into them. Her face is the softest tan color… her lips and lovely figure are amazing!" Kakarrot started to drool, completely zoning out as the images of the female Airian swirled in his head.

Vejita snorted, slightly annoyed and disgusted at the same time. His friend was already falling for someone he had never met! He reached out and pinched his friend's arm sharply. Kakarrot's head and mind snapped back into reality as he looked down at Vejita.

Vejita shook a warning finger at his friend. "Remember Salrana."

Kakarrot's eyes widened as he remembered her. He nodded quickly, wiping away the drool on the side of his mouth.

Vejita's extremely acute hearing caught someone's footsteps coming down the hall, curious, Vejita walked up to his chamber door and poked his head out and groaned.

He saw coming down the hall a short, small, black-haired dianblo-Krillin. Vejita rolled his eyes. Krillin had to be the weirdest dianblo he'd ever seen or known. No hair for the first bit of his life (luckily he had some now), no nose, and a strange attitude like Kakarrot's.

Kakarrot looked at him as Vejita returned to his soft black chair. "Who's out there?" Kakarrot asked, and then suddenly he looked down and noticed his bootlace was undone so he bent down and began to retie it.

"Baldie demon-boy." Vejita grumbled. Kakarrot's face lit up. Vejita rolled his eyes.

"Really? Krillin is out there?" Kakarrot asked hopefully and quickly finished tying his boot and walked outside running straight into the short red-winged demon making him fall to the floor.

"Hi Goku!"

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End chapter 1. Please be nice and review. Oh and up where Vegeta says: "Only the Marye knows why…" He means like: Only Kami knows why. The Marye in sayings has two meanings. One is it's value of opening things and the other is it knows all things and can see or open all things up to the truth.

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