A/N: Hey everybody, okay so heres the deal. The era is the 1940's in Europe...okie dokie. its a mix of 1940s...and futuristic..because of course the saiyans are involved. So just go along with the technology that switches back and forth. there are reasons for it. Just remember to keep an open mind. :D thank you so very much if you do. OH...and the first chapter. This one is gonna be just an intro letting you know whats goin on...i have to set the story up before it gets all juicy hehe. Enjoy :)
Rated M for Violence, language, and sexual scenes.
In the middle of the woods there was a very dim light inside a simple make shift shelter. Three silhouettes were inside standing around a table talking with each other. It was snowing lightly in the night, making the snow look a light blue. If not for the situation, you could say it looked quite peaceful.
"King Vegeta." A man before him saluted him. "I have news of Frieza's activity, Sir."
"At ease soldier." The King pet his beard absently. "What is your name Private?"
"Benjamin Wilder, Sir."
"Private Wilder." King Vegeta nodded and waved his hand towards him, "Lets here the news."
"As you asked we sent a spy into his army and he came back with some news, Frieza has planned to take as many POWs A/N (Prisoner of War) as possible, we're not sure why until further notice, Sir."
"How many POWs do they have of ours?" Jion asked Wilder. Jion has been with the King for many years; he is one of his most trusted advisers and soldier.
"Since last week he had 48 Earth and 33 Saiyan POWs, some may have died, it varies often." Wilder shook his head frowning.
"Thank you Private, report back to me if you have heard of more news." The King dismissed and watched the private walk outside to the other soldier who came with him.
"Hey Wilder!" His friend Miles shouted towards him. Miles wasn't a soldier, he was a photographer who took all the men's pictures to give to newspapers. "Go okay?"
"Yea, man, it really sucks though." He shook his head looking down. "This war seems like its never going to end."
"How did this all start anyways? I mean I know Frieza's a tyrant and everything, but, what happened?" Miles asked hopping into the truck with Wilder.
"Frieza has always wanted to rule over the Saiyans, but it just so happened that they were a lot stronger then he ever realized." Wilder chuckled. "The Saiyans killed Cooler, Freiza's brother. That really pissed him off, he attacked them for revenge when he somehow stumbled across some new technology of theirs. Finds out it wasn't really theirs but ours…Earths technology. Long ago we signed a treaty with the Saiyans, we figured with their brawn and our technology we could be unstoppable. Frieza wanted to prove us wrong and take over our planets. It was already too late for the Saiyans planet, Vegetasai, so they all moved here and protected us, vise versa."
"Damn, I'm happy we're on the Saiyans side, we'd be toast!" Miles shouted to Wilder, they were driving back to camp.
"Yea, me too." Wilder took a swig of water and continued, " We ended up killing Frieza's whole family, he's the only one left, and he can't destroy Earth from far away because a group of scientist found a way to have a force field over our planet. Apparently it takes the suns heat waves and powers the technology. So we'll have it forever, or at least until the sun dies out. Other than what I've told you that's all I know."
"So Frieza is a blood thirsty tyrant who wants to rule the universe and have his revenge." Miles stated unhappily. "F-ckin' ice-jin."
"Amen to that!"
"C'mon lets head back, I need to get some more pictures before I head back to America." Miles sped up into the night in the jeep thinking of what he was just told about the evil tyrant named Freiza.
Short i know. but remember its a filler. it gets better :D leave reviews, its always super nice to encourage the author :D thank you guys and girls.
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