Long (A/N) is long: This is my first fan fiction ever, so I would enjoy any compliments, constructive criticisms, etc. etc. However any flames will be harshly punished with a bipolar reaction (I have a bipolar-type disorder-thingy...but I'll try not to get too worked up over any insults). Also I do have a sense of humor and I won't take any constructive criticism personally, so please don't hesitate to give me a review. Also if you if you like my story feel free to subscribe, or follow, or whatever it's called to get alerts when I upload a new chapter. I'm also new to the fan fiction community so I apologize if I sounded stupid while I made this note. Also, several of the universes that exist in this fan fiction I have little to no knowledge about and have had to rely on the information my friends have given me, so if you notice anything wrong with the characters, background stories etc. please let me know so I can fix it right away. There is one exception to this Shea's attitude and personality may or may not be cannon, my friend was never clear on that, but if it isn't think about it it has been nearly 100,000 years with 50,000 of those being peaceful I think Shea's attitude and personality change would make sense in that case.

I also would like to note that this takes place in an alternate universe to the Shannara books by Terry Brooks. Everything up to the end of The Sword of Shannara happened in this universe, but after that it becomes very different. First of all, Shea decides to train in magic and masters several impressive abilities including a perfect use Druid sleep allowing him to live as of the beginning of this series 99,997 years. Shea also later changes his family name from Ohmsford to Shannara. Then through a series of wars, excellent diplomacy, and the supporting of rebel factions in foreign nations he manages to bring the entire planet under his control over the course of 50, 000 years. This means most of those alive on Earth now, although some are trained in combat skills, have never seen war. The citizens of Earth also live in a utopian (as far as they are concerned anyway) Quasi-Socialist society in which the individuals own the property, but the government (which consists of Shea and a council of advisors) has the final say in distribution of money (which includes paychecks, tax returns etc.), provides housing for those who cannot afford it, etc. The only way they are able to maintain this overarching government is through trade and commerce with people on other planets, which is made possible by the plethora of natural resources on Earth.

Now that I have bored you to death with this extensive background (which if you read through you are amazing), please enjoy my wonderful (or possibly not) fan fiction based on a multi-universe role-play I have been working on for many years (the role-play not the fan fiction), and hope to have many more years to come. Anywho enjoy the prologue for now and I'll upload the first chapter once I've typed it up.

Prologue

Shea Shannara closed his eyes and ran his hand through his neck-length golden-blonde hair. Man, my life has become dull in the last 49,997 years, he thought to himself, I wish something interesting would happen.

Then his elven ears picked up footsteps heading towards his throne room. He forced himself to open his handsome azure eyes. The second he did so the captain of his Elven Home-Guard, Tris, ran into the room looking worried. "Why do you look so concerned, did someone die?" Shea asked half-jokingly.

"Sorry to bother you sir," the brown-haired elf panted "But we have detected 4 high power levels heading directly towards the planet."

Well, looks like I got my wish, Shea thought. "How high are we talking Tris?" he asked getting slightly giddy at the prospect of strong potential allies heading towards him.

"Well…one is as powerful as you are, two are at about my level, and the fourth is significantly lower the other three but still strong enough to cause worry," his second-in-command said.

"Wait, wait, wait! Who said we need to worry, chances are they are friendly," Shea said, "Unless you have significant evidence they have a reason to attack us, I say we go and greet them."

"I don't have any concrete evidence…but their space ships resemble those of an alien race best known for their violent tendencies and their pride," Tris stated, "Wait…you said we,you can't seriously be thinking of going to greet them yourselves your majesty."

"Yes I do planning on going to greet them personally," Shea said.

"With all due respect sir I don't think that is…" Tris started.

"Tris I am perfectly able of taking care of myself," Shea said, "I am older and wiser than you and I would like you to remember that."

"Sir, I am only concerned for your well-being. If these four are what I think they are they only mean one thing: trouble." Tris said.

"I respect that Tris but I want to meet these new arrivals myself," Shea said, "I don't think if these beings are malevolent as you say they are, they would head for a peaceful planet such as Earth."

"Sir…" The younger elf began to say.

"I have made up my mind," Shea said, "Get Bryce and Samus and tell them we're going to greet some new arrivals."

"Sir are you sure you want to bring the royal consort," Tris said referring to Samus, "These being are quite possibly dangerous."

"That is enough talk of the four beings that are heading towards us being evil," Shea said firmly, "We don't need to worry anyone without very strong evidence. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Tris said leaving to get Samus and Bryce.

A few hours later…

Shea, Tris, Samus, and Bryce stood waiting in the Sahara Desert for the four beings to arrive. They had sent them a message saying to meet at the place they were currently standing at.

"Are you sure the message got through Tris?" Samus asked.

"They sent a response m'lady so, yes I'm certain," Tris said.

"Look in the sky," Bryce suddenly shouted upon seeing four bright lights streaking across the bright blue sky, "That must be them."

Then four spherical space pods hit the ground no more than 20 feet in front of them. Then the front panels opened and four tall, muscular figures stepped out.

"This can't be the planet my brother described," One of the figures, a man who had medium-length shaggy black hair, a tall, muscular frame, and green eyes that seemed to lack the shine of life, complained.

"Well, the guide in our attack balls does say Eearth," said another figure this one, also a man, had slightly longer black hair, a similar frame, and piercing blue eyes.

"I think its pronounced Earth brother," said a third, a tall attractive woman with shoulder-length black hair and the same piercing blue eyes as her brother.

"But there is an "A" in it," said the brother.

"The boss is right this doesn't look anything like Vegeta described it," said the fourth figure, a stocky, bald middle-aged man with a black mustache, as he kicked his attack ball as hard as he could. Which apparently hurt him because he grabbed his foot and started yelling, "Ow, ow, ow!"

"Goddamnit Nappo, what the hell have I told you about punching and kicking your attack ball?" asked the first figure. "Besides I do believe it is common courtesy to introduce yourself to people when you first meet them. Hello representatives of Earth my name is Riven and I am prince of the Saiyans."

"Hi," yelled the stocky one, apparently Nappo, "I'm Nappo."

"Hello" the woman said leaning forward seductively, "My name is Elooeez."

"Greetings" said the woman's brother, "My name is Marq." He then gestured to Samus "But you pretty lady can call me anything."

"Okay how about pervert then, you filthy monkey man," Samus said coldly, "Oh and tell your slut of a sister to stop flirting with these men seeing as they are all in a serious relationship."

"What did you just call me you little whore?" Elooeez screamed at Samus lunging toward her teeth barred.

Riven suddenly jumped in front of Elooeez and grabbed her wrists. "This 'little whore' is not worth your time." He then proceeded to turn to Shea, "I'm assuming this your woman." When Shea nodded Riven said, "Then control the fucking brat."

"I'm sorry but I am not anyone's property and I am no brat," Samus screamed at Riven.

"Shut up and let the men do the fucking talking," Riven growled at her. Turning to Shea, "You honestly let your woman act like that towards complete strangers. You earthlings need to show some respect to the superior Saiyan race. Where is your king?"

"I'm right here," Shea said forcing a smile.

"Ha you're the king of this planet?" Riven laughed, "If that is true then I guess I have no choice but to oust you and replace you with a more appropriate leader."

"What did I do to deserve to be ousted?" Shea asked.

"If you can't control your own woman, how can you possibly control a planet of several billion inhabitants?" Riven asked, "The answer is you can't. Which leaves me no choice, you will be replaced and beheaded for being such a terrible leader. Good-bye earthlings, until we meet again under much less friendly circumstances." The three other Saiyans followed him to the eastern part of the planet.

"What on Earth was that," Bryce asked.

"I have no clue," Shea said shaking his head, "I have no clue."