Hey you people out there! This is a kinda weird fic that got started off of an idea that just sort of came to me, so here we go.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Dragon Ball Z or Sailor Moon.


The Saiy-jin Scouts by Crystal Rose

Prologue~

In the dark recesses of a room sat a throne. On the throne, a man sat impatiently in the shadows, waiting for his messenger to return. With his head resting in one hand, the fingers of his other hand drummed on the throne's arm with annoyance. One could sense the man's fiery temper, his eyes hot like coals, burning into you in what seemed to be constant anger. His hair stood straight up in spikes, a dark brown that matched the tail that thumped unconsciously against the throne in his irritation. He suddenly straightened and began to rub his bearded chin as he thought of what he would do to punish the insolent messenger he had sent to do his bidding. He smirked, a horrifying sight. Just as fate would have it, a tap on the throne room doors sounded,
announcing the messenger's return.

"COME IN!" his voice boomed. One of the throne doors creaked open slightly and, ever so cautiously, a head of black hair peeked in, then the man hesitantly opened the door further to step into the room. It was painfully obvious that the man was terrified of him as he trembled in his presence. He quickly shook himself out of his stupor to drop to one knee, his head bowed low as a sign of great respect.

"Your majesty!" The man quaked with fear as the great King Vegeta made no move for him to rise.

"What news have you brought me, you insolent rat," the King spat out, detested. He had been suspecting for quite a while now that Freiza had been plotting his demise. He need only some proof of his scheming to confirm Freiza's traitorous nature.

"I-I bring bad news, your majesty," the man stuttered.

"Well, get on with it!" the king ordered in a most annoyed tone.

"Freiza . . . I-I over heard him talking with one of his mignons, Z-Zarbon I think . . ." his voice began to fade.

"Yes?" The king's tail bristled. Seeing this, the man's eyes widened in horror as he struggled to continue his report in a more hurried pace.

"H-He, I mean Freiza, was talking with Zarbon about what he would do once the Saiy-jins were out of the way. He then began raving madly in a multiple of languages . . ."

"Did you catch what he said?!" the king swiftly cut in, the messenger's statement catching his interest.

"N-no. Most of the languages I could not understand well enough, your majesty, but . . ."

"But what!!" the king roared, utterly frustrated with the man's lack of ability to communicate.

"But I did catch it on tape," the man rushed out, the words tumbling over each other, " . . . Your majesty?" the man inquired at the kings sudden silence.

"Give it to me," the king instructed calmly, "Now . . ." the king said when he saw the man made no move to hand him over the object. As the man shakily handed him the tape, the king snatched his hand in a tight grip.

"Yes . . . your majesty?" the man squeaked.

"Will you do me a favor?" the king smiled darkly.

"A-Anything, your majesty," the man began to tremble once more.

"Say hello to Satan for me, will you?" The king smirked as his other hand became ablaze with fire, power pulsating through his veins. In a flash of blinding light, where the man once stood was only a slightly blackened floor with ashes scattered all about. The king's smirk deepened.

"Now," the king spoke as he turned his attention to the tiny black box in his hand, "Let's see what secrets Freiza's been hiding under his sleeve."

Turning the device on, the king could distinctly hear Freiza=s rambling about destroying the Saiy-jin race and establishing their superiority. He was mildly shocked at the discovery. Thinking Freiza had only wanted to assassinate him in order to enslave his people, he had not expected his entire race to be at stake. He had to devise a plan to outsmart Freiza, and quick. The legacy of the Saiy-jins must live on. He would make sure of it.

Standing up now, the king began to pace back and forth in thought, as he pondered what the best course of action would be. Hours and hours went by unnoticed as he continued to plot. Then, suddenly . . .

"Yes, that's it!" the king decided.

He had thought up a plan so ingenious, even Freiza couldn't suspect. The king smirked, satisfied with himself. Now, to decide which men would be best for the job.

"Hmm, GARDOFF!" The king called for his statician. A small man with glasses perched upon a long thin nose appeared beside the king instantly.

"Your majesty, what is it you need me to assist you with?" The humble man asked as he bowed before the king.

"Gardoff, which five men rank highest in the elite army?" The king asked as the man pulled out a small device.

"Well, your majesty, let's see. . . First there is Bardock, captain of the elite army, then Valdor, then Matiox, then Cyron, and Rappa. Unfortunately, Rappa is out of commission."

"I see. Who ranks after Rappa?" After a time of silence, a look of dismay crossed the man's face.

"Hmm, your majesty, this just won't do. The power levels of those below fifth ranking are significantly lower than the targeted range."

"Well then, I'll just have to substitute as the last man . ." the king mumbled.

"What did you say, your majesty?" Gardoff asked.

"Nothing. You're dismissed," the king said with a wave of his hand.

"GUARDS!" the king commanded, "Inform Bardock, Valdor, Matiox and Cyron of the elite army that they are to report to me immediately."

"Yes, your majesty," the two guards bowed and quickly went on their way.

Once alone, the king pondered his decision. Yes, it would work. While he was gone, Freiza would surely not attack Vegeta-sei, for his demise was Freiza's main goal. What a perfect way to prolong his people's destruction and continue the royal bloodline. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of knocking.

"Come in," the king commanded. Four men walked in dressed in armor, each with scouters of their own. They all looked quite similar with spiky black hair and brown tails.

"Bardock," the king addressed the captain, "I have a special mission for you and your men here."

"What kind of mission, may I ask, your majesty?" Bardock questioned the king.

"Lets just call it a . . . mission of proliferation," the king smirked at the looks of confusion his men held. Bardock, the captain of the elite army stepped forward.

"Sir, I'm not sure we understand."

"Bardock. You and your men have been selected as the top most ranking of the elite army. It was for that reason you were chosen to pass on the great legacy of us Saiy-jins, so that our race may still survive." At this, the captain's eyes widened.

"Your majesty! What are you saying? What great threat to our race do you speak of?" the king sighed, agitated.

"That is none of your concern. All I ask is that you follow orders," the king replied coldly. The captain stiffened.

"Yes, sir."

The rest of the men, as well as their captain, were silent for the remaining time they were there, listening to their king's plan of salvation with shocked ears. They were to be sent off to another galaxy, each of them to a different planet. Once there, they would seek a suitable mate and produce at least one offspring in the time given to them before they would be called back to Vegeta-sei. What shocked them the most was that they would be accompanied by none other than the king himself.

Finally, all was set to go as planned thought King Vegeta. He and his four elite soldiers would be sent off in a few days. Freiza would just have to wait while the people of Vegeta-sei rejoiced in hearing the news of another conquering quest. He smirked. Things were going wonderfully.

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And there you have it! Tell me what you think at crystal_rose@senshi-mail.zzn.com

Crystal Rose ^_~