A/N: Thanks so much for the encouraging feedback about the prologue. I'm really glad you liked it. This is the actual story, and it's going to be an AU… *Watches as a few readers go to press the back button.* Hey, please stay! Look, it won't be your average AU, with everyone as Saiyans, or anything over-done like that. It's after the Frieza saga, as soon as the Dragonballs are back, and Zarbon is currently (please note the use of that word) dead. All the characters are going to be the same, and all events up to this point are going to be unchanged. I will not write anyone OOC and then say "well, I can because this is an AU." I think that's pretty stupid, because an AU means Alternate Universe, not Alternate Character Reality. I know that people change because of experiences, but seriously, Vegeta isn't going to suddenly become a romantic sweetheart just because Bulma's on his planet. Anyway, if you don't remember, Fasia is that girl Zarbon fought in the tournament.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own DBZ! I always have. My name is Akira Toriyama. Look! Outside! See the flying pigs?







Zarbon Transformed: A Narcissian Warrior Returns



Chapter 1

An alien woman landed on the surface of Planet Earth. She opened the door to her spaceship and stepped out onto the unfamiliar soil, her long black hair streaming out behind her in the wind. Her armour was the usual bronze of all Frieza's mercenaries, a ridiculous reminder of the evil so many people, both innocent and guilty of cruelty and violence themselves, had faced. No one had been quite as terrible as Frieza. In Fasia's eyes, it was even Frieza's fault her love had been taken away. If it weren't for Frieza, she reasoned, he wouldn't have been on that stupid planet in the first place. What was it called again? Na… Nam something. She'd forgotten what came next. It didn't matter anyway.

What mattered was that Fasia was going to bring her love back.



Zarbon sat down. He had hardly expected hell to be a million barrels of fun, but surely he was supposed to be being tortured or something. Not that he wanted that, but this was just plain boring. He hadn't seen any familiar faces for the months.. years… decades, even, that he'd been down there.

"Maybe that's true torture," he mused. "Maybe true torture is sitting, sitting, slowly going insane with lack of contact from any other thinking being and not being able to do anything about it."

The Narcissian had certainly become a bit more philosophical over the time he had been dead. There wasn't much else to do but think. He had long since guessed that they were meant to be thinking over their sins. Thinking over all his sins for all eternity was most certainly a good punishment for the former henchman. He had a lot to think about.



Bulma Briefs, billionaire heiress to a fortune made from her father's company, was watching a boring daytime soap when she heard a quiet knock at the door. Still in her pyjamas, and knowing that her mother would get it, she ignored the sound and went back to Michael's badly-acted proposal to Mary-Anne. But her mother didn't get the door, and the knocking grew louder and more insistent. Bulma groaned. She just remembered, her mother and father had gone away on a business trip, and she was all alone except for the jerk Vegeta, who was currently doing his favourite thing in life. Training, of course. The man was so annoying. His priorities were in strict order. Training, eating and sleeping. He did practically nothing else. Except maybe insult people. That could go between eating and sleeping. Bulma yawned, and got up off the couch, using the remote control to turn off the TV.

"Just what I need," she muttered to herself. "To be disturbed by some annoying travelling salesman or religious whatever. Maybe they might want to realise that even the richest woman in the world gets sick of the local annoying door-knocking people club every once in a while."

Even so, Bulma turned the knob and opened the door. When she saw the figure standing in the doorway, she gasped. The woman was about her height, with long black hair. But the thing that had made Bulma gasp wasn't that. It was the cat ears. And the tail. And the fact her skin was purple.

"I am very sorry to alarm you," Fasia said quietly. "I don't mean any harm." But she may as well have not said anything. Bulma had fainted.

Fasia stepped over Bulma, and went inside to get a glass of water to revive the blue-haired human woman. She may have been part of Frieza's army at one time, but Fasia wasn't really a bad person, and she blanched at the thought of leaving Bulma there and just taking the radar. What would she tell her love when she brought him back? "Oh yeah, I took it when the blue-haired woman was unconscious?" For some reason, Fasia didn't think that was a good idea. Very unromantic, for one thing. She found the kitchen quickly enough. She opened a cupboard and grabbed the first glass she saw. Filling it with tap water, she crept back to the door, so as not to spill the liquid. She fixed her eyes on the glass, making sure not a drop spilt. Unfortunately, that was a bad idea.

She suddenly crashed into something about her height, and very solid. The glass of water fell out of her hands and crashed to the floor, glass shattering everywhere. Dazed, Fasia looked up at the blurry image above her. She could make out spiky black hair, and a blue spandex suit. She blinked again. Her fists clenched. It was that Prince man, Vegeta. The one who killed her Zarbon. She gritted her teeth, keeping her anger under check. She may have been in love on the point of obsession with Zarbon, but this man had the power to kill him, and Zarbon had defeated her so many years ago. She didn't say anything.

"What are you doing here, woman? I notice you have Frieza's uniform… Do you not know he's dead? By Saiyan hands," Vegeta bragged.

"I… I'm Fasia, not 'woman'. Yeah, I know Frieza's dead. I have no other clothes. And I actually came to borrow something that human lady… Bulma, that's it… has. She fainted when she saw me," Fasia replied.

"Trust that pathetic woman to do something like that," Vegeta muttered. "Hn. I suppose you want to revive her. Don't see why you'd bother myself, much less annoying if she's unconscious." During this little rant, Vegeta was carefully destroying the glass pieces with controlled ki.

"Yes," Fasia said.

"Well, what did you want to borrow?" Vegeta asked grumpily.

"The Dragon Radar."

"What for?" Bulma asked, from behind Fasia.

"You're OK?" Fasia asked in surprise. From what she knew of humans, Bulma should have been down a lot longer.

"Of course," the aqua-haired scientist replied. "I was testing you. It's not like I'm going to get worked up over some alien again. I live with one, for Kami's sake." Vegeta smirked at this. "Anyway, you don't seem like you have any plans to take over the world, so what did you want the radar for?"

"I wanted to wish someone very special back for me," she said.

"Your husband?" Bulma asked, sympathy evident in her voice. Vegeta, quickly becoming bored with the conversation, left the room. Bulma laughed. "Back to his training, no doubt."

"No… this person wasn't my husband. I loved him anyway, but I never actually said anything about it to him. He… he was a bit busy all the time," Fasia said. Bulma was clutching her heart.

"Oh, this beats "The Young Lovers" any day! A tale of unrequited love… What happened to this guy?"

"He died…" Fasia said. She wasn't sure if Bulma would really want her to wish back someone like Zarbon. If she knew that it was the Narcissian Fasia intended to return to life, the woman would probably really faint.

"Oh, that's terrible!" Bulma said. "How did he die?"

"Uh…" Fasia hadn't prepared for that one. She decided to go for the truth. Or at least part of it. "He was killed in battle."

"He was a warrior? I can understand that, then. You know, my boyfriend Yamcha was too. He was killed by a friend of the guy you just saw."

"Vegeta? I already knew him from the army," Fasia said.

"You were part of that army too?" Bulma asked, shock, and a little distrust evident in her voice.

"I was a soldier, yes. But I didn't know what I was fighting for wasn't the right thing. A lot of us didn't, you know." Bulma sighed.

"Was the guy you want to wish back part of the army?" she asked.

"Yeah…" Fasia said sadly. "But he's not a bad person."

"I didn't expect him to be. Hey, I'll give you the radar, sure, but make sure you bring it back. I guess you know about me from Namek, if you're part of Frieza's former army?"

{So that's what it's called!} thought Fasia. "Uh actually, no, I've been asking all over the universe for about a year now."

"Dedicated!" Bulma laughed. "You must really like this guy."

"Yeah. I do."

Bulma went upstairs, and came down carrying the radar. She grinned and handed it to Fasia. Fasia smiled too.

"Thank you so much," she said, and ran off at full speed. Which was very, very fast.

"Hey!" Bulma yelled after her. "You never told me this guy's name!"















A/N: Well? What did you think? I'm really sorry about my other fic, but I'm completely out of ideas and inspiration for it, so I guess I'll be sticking to this one for a while. I may even ask another author to write the rest of Trunks's Swap for me.