New Story. I wished there was a proper crossover between these two. So I guess I will try.

Enjoy.

The army marched, trudged trough snow without any problem. Bodies littered the ground. Villages burned, and one soldier looked at the horror. He was sad for the losses, but couldn't possibly stop it. This was just how it was. And it sadly wasn't the worst he'd seen in pure destruction; that had to go to his own race, which he was fortunately banished from.

He had never seen the general but had heard the stories. A woman of unprecedented caliber; one to fear and respect. A monster to some, a powerhouse to others. The Empire's strongest. He felt a surge inside of him, almost wishing to fight her. His tail wagged behind him.

"Hey, look, monkey boy's all happy!" One of the soldiers patronized to his fellow comrades. The Saiyan paid him no mind. He just let one word out.

"Salvis." The soldier turned to look at the Saiyan once more.

"What?"

"Salvis, that's my name." His eyes gazed onto the fellow soldier, donned in heavy clothing to fight back the cold.

"He's talking back to me..." The soldier's eyes narrowed. Salvis only smiled. And before he could continue he was pulled back by the commanding officer.

"Men. General Esdeath has asked for us to clear out this local town. Reports are the Northern's finest men are here. Be on the watch, a Teigu user might be within the area as well. Now, spread out!" The men did as such, approaching the coming slaughter.

Before Salvis could even notice, two soldiers fell over, dead without a sound. He sprinted to a nearby house as screams filled the air. Horror was hollered. Blood was splattered. Bodies were littered. Salvis remained. He stood in the middle of the town. And around him were the northern soldiers. The tribesmen, fearless, vicious, and out for vengeance. He couldn't blame him. He let his jet black hair sway in the wind, eyes gazing on his enemies. He held no weapon. Nothing but his fists.

One stepped forward, dangling with him a Teigu, known as "dismember". It was easy to guess what it did.

"One last Imperial soldier," the northern man said as the Teigu formed into a huge double-edged ax. Moving blades circled around the already sharp edges. "What are you?" he asked curiously as he spotted the tail waving on the ground, letting snow trail behind. Salvis let ragged breaths out. His breath froze instantly, and it didn't help he only had light Imperial clothing on; they sent him to die. He knew he was a freak among the men, but he didn't care. He needed money for the remainder of the village. He already made plenty of vengeance on the attack.

"Just a soldier." The Teigu user nodded.

"You bear no weapon?" he asked, as his men grew a little restless.

"He's weak!" One charged, right behind Salvis, sword raised, fury in his veins. Without even glancing, Salvis lashed out his leg, driving it deep into the man's abdomen and sending him crashing into a village hut, to which he fell to the ground unconscious.

All men were on guard. Without warning, beams were shot at them, sending them flying, but surprisingly not piercing their very chests. Within moments all but the Teigu user was unconscious.

"A fellow Teigu user..." the tribesman said with delight. "I shall enjoy this."

Salvis only smiled. "Please, when you wake up, leave; no more blood needs to be shed." The Teigu user stopped his slow approach at that. No more blood...then he laughed.

"Look around." And Salvis saw the bodies, "this is war kid, it won't end. The Prince will never give up." Salvis only nodded.

"I know. But truly life is something that needs to be cherished, not thrown away." The Teigu user paused again; this didn't seem like a soldier. But that uniform, it fit perfectly, like it was made just for the kid. No...he was, he was just naive. And naivety could kill, especially on the battlefield.

"You know Kid, it's going to be sad when I kill you. You have an innocence around you." Salvis could only shake his head. "Ah so the war's affected you too?"

"War affects everyone. I'm sorry." Before the Teigu user could react, he was down on the ground, inhaling deeply as black crevices seeped into his vision. "I'm going to have to take this too. Please, don't try to get it back." The tribesman fainted. The last image was the Kid's shifting green eyes.

A day's march brought him to the forefront of battle. The final siege; the final battle to subjugate the Northern Tribe. Soldiers approached. guards raised. Salvis was covered in slight blood from having to kill a few danger beasts through the forests of snow.

"Hello." He waved at the soldiers, to which they didn't reply, only gawking at the man with the monkey tail.

"Wait...is that?" One of them began to ask.

"Yep." The soldiers cheered, hoping for more soldiers to emerge from the forest, soon becoming disappointed as the monkey boy was the only one.

"What happened to everyone else." Salvis pointed at the Teigu.

"This. The "Dismember" as it is called." The men looked down. They had known some of them from the squad.

"Ahhh! I'm famished, you guys have anything to eat." It was true, he had eaten multiple danger beasts on the way here, but his appetite could never be stopped.

The soldiers were outraged, pointing to the battle in the front. Salvis could only smile more. Battle ran through his blood. It was his very being. Killing though is something he disliked doing for sure. He left the weapon in the hands of a nearby soldier, almost making him topple until he ran head first into the heat of battle.

Northern Tribesmen screamed to get the monkey boy. Salvis however, leveled each and every soldier, most with a single gut punch, or even being fancy let his weakness out for a spin, with throwing enemies away with his tail. Luckily none knew of it's clear weakness to the Saiyan. He lit up a field with hardened Ki, letting it detonate, sending unconscious bodies flying. He loved fighting, absolutely adored it, but killing was something he dispised to do. Watching it though, it no longer fazed him.

"Yahoo!" he screamed out as he launched more and more soldiers, breaking even the most powerful fighters with a kick or two. Although, with just swords and spears, no soldier would be a match for the Saiyan. One even tried to get a slash in his head, until he found the sword blocked with the boy's fingertips.

"Sorry." And the man was launched, soaring through the air, in front of a general, who watched the body with curiosity and the soldier who threw the man with even more. She had seen weirder, so she let the battle rage on, directing her troops with encouraging sounds of victory.

The gate stood tall for the Citadel, but that's where the tougher opponents would be. Salvis was craving for battle. He let his arm relax as he gathered Ki in his fist and with a swift motion, lashed out once more. The door stood still, as the thunder echoed, almost ceasing the battle entirely. That is until the citadel was penetrated as the door fell to the ground. Massive Iron doors, having no effect to quell the Ki in Salvis' hands.

He smiled as soldiers charged him. Loyal Tribesman determined to stop the invaders to the last. Salvis couldn't even have more fun though.

"Stop that guy!" One yelled as they all charged. Salvis screamed with excitement, letting his Ki ignite, sending some sprawling back. And then he pushed it back in. He was getting too excited. Too powerful; he wanted to keep a low profile.

The battle inside raged on. Wishing to keep himself hidden, and his Saiyan blood wishing to lash out, let everything loose in the heat of battle. Even that.

The urge for it was luckily too low to even feel, but it was there. He only used it once, and that was for a very specific reason; to kill. Bodies laid scattered as he made his way through the inner-horde of tribesmen. His smile never faltered, nor was smeared with blood. He was in the paradise of battle.

"Come on guys, give me more of a challenge than that," Salvis begged for more. To feel even more adrenaline and the blood pump.

"So you monster, I suppose I shall defeat you!" And at that, a punch landed behind him, sending him skidding. A man, in over-zealous armor, showed his way through the knocked out troops. Salvis, though scratched his back.

"Ow! That hurt a little." He smiled though with a small chuckle.

"Is this a game to you?" Salvis would've said yes, but for respect to a fellow soldier, he shook his head.

"I am Prince Numa Seika, and I'm your next opponent. And I will be your last." Sadly, that was turned around. At least it was unfortunate for the Prince.

"Before we begin. I am sorry for your people." He stated slowly.

Numa just spit in his direction. "You're a murderer just like the rest. You murdered my people. And I will make you, and that entire witch's army suffer, and then I'll kill her myself.

Salvis nodded. "We're all murderers here. Just like when you murdered my village, we all have blood on our hands."

Numa recoiled slightly. Salvis only msiled though.

"After ten years though... I forgive you. But, Numa was it...we all have blood on our hands." And so they fought. Blow after blow. Numa weakened, and yet Salvis just kept going. Their exchanged blows got to where Numa could barely stand, letting the blood drip out of his mouth. And that's when soldiers breached into the fight, taking down any tribesmen who remained only to see Salvis and a barely standing Numa staring at each other. "I suppose the fight is over."

Salvis looked at Numa. "You may have been my enemy, but know that any warrior will always be as such." He reached a hand out to Numa, while the soldiers whispered. As Numa simply flicked the hand away, glaring at the bulky Saiyan.

Soldiers began to instinctually salute and Salvis knew this was the sign.

"Liver, are all enemy forces accounted for."

"Yes, General, they are ready to freeze, on your order of course." They were entering the room. Salvis glanced back as he left, seeing the beautiful vixen witch. He almost smirked; he supposed her looks did kill as his father...his father used to say. He shuddered on remembering that man.

She was ready to humiliate the Prince, make him kneel before her, but she was stolen of that honor. Well, she shrugged, she didn't really care. Torture was fun either way for the sadist. She kneeled down to the beaten Prince and smirked in his eyes, lifting his head from his chin with her cold, yet soft fingers.

"You're going to be fun to break." And she motioned her troops.

"My loyal soldiers, we have won!" She yelled with vigor and authority, and at that, the men cheered. "This city is yours, do with it what you will."

The men began to talk, chat among themselves, disperse and engage in every bit of ransacking, looting, and entertainment of all different and illegal varieties.

"To victors go the spoils." She whispered low while gazing in the direction the soldier had left hurriedly before she entered.

"Silver." He bowed.

"Yes, M'lady?" She kept looking in the direction.

"Someone beat this Prince, and I'd like to know who. This Prince surely wasn't as weak as any old soldier." She held the Prince's head down under her boot the entire time, relishing in the complete dominance. The weak would fall, the strong would rise; the way of the world.

"Yes! Training Time!" He cheered. The day was young, and after sleeping last night, and a huge feast, he was ready to begin. The sun slowly rose as he began his morning routine. Almost no soldier was fully awake, most just clumsily looking for another drink to stop the hangover's pain. When they saw Salvis, they thought he was just an image.

"Alright, warm up down." After a thousand pushups he had done a thousand squats, a few laps around the entirety or the citadel, and he didn't break a sweat.

"Impressive." Salvis looked to see a rather old man, well a man in his forties, with slightly gray hair, and a long beard staring at him, slightly shocked. "I figured all of the soldiers drank." He didn't even notice the Saiyans tail.

"Oh, well I did, just a little, but I don't think I can get drunk, so it's all good." He smiled, his face beaming.

He rose his left eyebrow. "Well, either way, you probably shouldn't be out here with just a shirt on, you might catch a cold." The man looked to see the Saiyan only twist his head a little.

"It's cold?" Then he saw his breath freeze and realized his exercises have probably just saved him from hypothermia.

"Huh." He picked up his uniform and slipped it on, letting his tail go through the hole on his back.

"A tail?" Liver had seen some pretty strange things, but to wear a fake tail in battle was perhaps the strangest in a while. What purpose would it serve?

"Oh," it moved on its own. "Well, I just have it for some reason." He turned around to wipe some snow in his hair, letting it calm his head down a little, as Liver actually touched it. Salvis tried to fight it, but as he slightly yanked it, he lost all power and slumped to the ground.

"Are you hurt?" He said still observing the tail.

"No..."Salvis said in a ragged breath, "just my tail..." Liver mouthed an "o" as he let go, letting Salvis rise back to his feet.

"It's a little secret, but my tail is a weakness for me." Liver nodded.

"Well, I came to tell you the General would like to see you soon. Preferably sooner than later." Salvis tensed.

"Uh, sure, I guess." He gathered his things and began following Liver, completely missing the hand sticking out from the ice.