A/U Ficcy where all (most of em anyway) DBZ ppl are part of another race!
Haha! Vejita has to play host for a while to some certain Angels!
Reencounter with his Sister! (Moi character o' course). Enjoy!!
ANGELS MEET DEVILS
Four women walked casually between the gates of a gorgeous castle-Helnia*. Each Airian** had beautiful pure feathery white wings and clean white clothes. One, a beautiful blue-haired lady, laughed suddenly, causing her friends to look at her in surprise.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard what, Bulma?" Asked the black haired beauty. Bulma laughed again and gestured toward the castle of pure white.
"The lords in yonder castle have made an agreement with the Dianblos*** (demons) in Eastern Marte**** (Hell)!" She paused dramatically," They are to send ANGELS to check and see if the Demons are keeping the pact!" A gasp of surprise rose up.
"Surely not!" Called out a blackish-red-haired Angel, " Making deals with my Brother-the Dianblo King of Eastern Marte?! Have they gone MAD?"
"Yea! They must have gone mad! No one would DARE trod even NEXT to the gates of Marte!" Proclaimed a yellow-haired woman. Suddenly they stopped their uproar. Bulma spoke timidly.
"Who would they send?" Bulma looked at her friends as they all fell into deep silence. The raven-haired Angel spoke up.
"Well-we shan't have to worry! They will send men!" Everyone nodded. "They will not send women! Even if they did send women I am sure it will not be us or any of our kinsmen or kinswomen." Bulma stared.
"Nay! I think not my fair friend, Chichi! I believe they will send who they will-women if needed be.... Perhaps to tame the hearts of the wild...." She drifted off and shivered. Angels.... Fall in love with Demons? It was an unheard thing and an absurd thing to think of at that! The others thought the same. Fall in love with DIANBLOS? Why, there would be a crazy love match! A voice interrupted their thoughts.
"Ladies.?" A young man walked up. By the look of the armor that he was wearing he was a soldier. "I am here to bid you to come into the Castle and meet with their Majesties." They let out a cry of surprise.
"Hear now Yamcha! What is this thou sayest to us? That We? Are to go and see the Lords of Helnia? Hast thou gone MAD?" Bulma exclaimed. The others chimed in.
"Yea! You have gone mad, Yamcha! I may be a lady Airian but even I know OUR place!" Stated the blond-haired Angel firmly. Yamcha sighed and held up his hand to stop them.
"I too know my place lady. I know that I was sent to call Lady Airians Bulma, 18 (strange name if you do not mind my saying so), Valena, and Chichi. So I bid you: Come in." Yamcha turned and began to walk towards the huge double doors. The women followed, resigned at this strange development in their lives.
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Far away in a land where 'purity' had no true meaning, where love is a foreign thing, where death and social activities go almost completely hand- in-hand. There was a castle, black as night and red as blood. Inside lived Vejita-the outcast of Heaven-the King of the Eastern half of Hell. Vejita, personally, cut an impressive figure and he knew it well. Hair that was like black hellfire, finely toned muscles, and onyx colored eyes. He wore a black sleeve-less shirt that had a front that exposed his finely tanned and toned muscles. A band of pure steel was in between his muscles on his upper forearm. He wore onyx colored pants that clung to him suggesting his enormous strength. Huge sweeping leathery red dragon wings sprung from his back giving him the deadly demonic look that no one would mistake him as an Angel. Vejita paced across his chambers restlessly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. A soft knock at his chamber's door interrupted his relentless pacing.
Vejita rolled his eyes. "Who is it?" Vejita's tone was flat. The reply came back fearlessly.
"Rulon, sire." Came the voice, equally flat.
Vejita snorted. "Well come in and tell me of what those fools in Helnia have decided. Who are they sending?"
Rulon came in, his huge black wings tucked neatly on his back. He was a tall demon, with black hair and eyes like endless pits. The demon guard wore a simple uniform of blood red and black. Rulon's reply was extremely amusing, besides being entertaining.
"My Lord Vejita, they send not warriors, neither do they send Airianic Men." Rulon could not hide his amusement," They send Women!"
Vejita smirked. "So.. The ancient one's have grown soft. So soft in fact that they send women to diplomatic matters with ME! King Vejita of the Eastern Marte Gates. Ah.'tis a sad time. They have to send women!" Vejita snickered. " Their women must be stronger now then their men!" Vejita turned back to Rulon, and cold smile on his lips. "Who are those that come?"
Rulon's face flickered once, slightly betraying his hidden emotions.
"My Lord they send Ladies Bulma (a blue haired creature, very strange at that-BLUE hair!), Lady." Rulon smirked and snickered. "18 (wicked, silly name eh? Pretty yellow haired thing though.), Lady Chichi (strange name, yes?), and." Rulon stopped and gulped. Vejita looked at him strangely.
"Speak up! Who is the last one?" For the first time Vejita saw that Rulon was afraid. Rulon gulped and opened his mouth but no words came. Finally he spoke.
"Sir. Your. Sister. Lady Valena."
Vejita's face contracted and he walked straight up to Rulon.
WHAMM!
Vejita slammed Rulon up against the wall. There was an audible cracking noise. Rulon gasped in pain. Vejita snarled in Rulon's ear.
"If you EVER mention.that...that WITCH'S name AGAIN I swear I WILL KILL YOU."
Vejita dropped the injured demon to the floor and sneered.
"Go get a healer if you hurt that bad." Rulon whimpered. His left wing's bones had been shattered. The demon rose swiftly off the floor and bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain. Rulon bowed and swiftly left the room, heading for the 'Healer's Hall'. Vejita smirked and sat down on a softly stuffed black chair with a sigh of relief. He massaged his temples, thinking to himself.
'Soon sister.very soon.'
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END PROLOUGE
AN:*Snickers* Veggie is a naughty Kingie! Ah well. Wait 'til next time! What will happen?? Does Vejita have a past we do not know of? Of course!!!! Mwahahaha!!! REVIEW AND I"LL CONTINUE!!! AT LEAST 5!! HEAR ME??
These words are of their tongue-The Meryane, an alien race far beyond our own solar system. One little note-NOBODY IS DEAD:
*Helnia: Heaven
***Dianblo(s): Demon(s)
****Marte: Hell
**Airian: Angel
Whenever the ppl talk and say any of their own language I will put its meaning down here at the end of the chapter.
ANGELS MEET DEVILS
Four women walked casually between the gates of a gorgeous castle-Helnia*. Each Airian** had beautiful pure feathery white wings and clean white clothes. One, a beautiful blue-haired lady, laughed suddenly, causing her friends to look at her in surprise.
"Have you heard?"
"Heard what, Bulma?" Asked the black haired beauty. Bulma laughed again and gestured toward the castle of pure white.
"The lords in yonder castle have made an agreement with the Dianblos*** (demons) in Eastern Marte**** (Hell)!" She paused dramatically," They are to send ANGELS to check and see if the Demons are keeping the pact!" A gasp of surprise rose up.
"Surely not!" Called out a blackish-red-haired Angel, " Making deals with my Brother-the Dianblo King of Eastern Marte?! Have they gone MAD?"
"Yea! They must have gone mad! No one would DARE trod even NEXT to the gates of Marte!" Proclaimed a yellow-haired woman. Suddenly they stopped their uproar. Bulma spoke timidly.
"Who would they send?" Bulma looked at her friends as they all fell into deep silence. The raven-haired Angel spoke up.
"Well-we shan't have to worry! They will send men!" Everyone nodded. "They will not send women! Even if they did send women I am sure it will not be us or any of our kinsmen or kinswomen." Bulma stared.
"Nay! I think not my fair friend, Chichi! I believe they will send who they will-women if needed be.... Perhaps to tame the hearts of the wild...." She drifted off and shivered. Angels.... Fall in love with Demons? It was an unheard thing and an absurd thing to think of at that! The others thought the same. Fall in love with DIANBLOS? Why, there would be a crazy love match! A voice interrupted their thoughts.
"Ladies.?" A young man walked up. By the look of the armor that he was wearing he was a soldier. "I am here to bid you to come into the Castle and meet with their Majesties." They let out a cry of surprise.
"Hear now Yamcha! What is this thou sayest to us? That We? Are to go and see the Lords of Helnia? Hast thou gone MAD?" Bulma exclaimed. The others chimed in.
"Yea! You have gone mad, Yamcha! I may be a lady Airian but even I know OUR place!" Stated the blond-haired Angel firmly. Yamcha sighed and held up his hand to stop them.
"I too know my place lady. I know that I was sent to call Lady Airians Bulma, 18 (strange name if you do not mind my saying so), Valena, and Chichi. So I bid you: Come in." Yamcha turned and began to walk towards the huge double doors. The women followed, resigned at this strange development in their lives.
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Far away in a land where 'purity' had no true meaning, where love is a foreign thing, where death and social activities go almost completely hand- in-hand. There was a castle, black as night and red as blood. Inside lived Vejita-the outcast of Heaven-the King of the Eastern half of Hell. Vejita, personally, cut an impressive figure and he knew it well. Hair that was like black hellfire, finely toned muscles, and onyx colored eyes. He wore a black sleeve-less shirt that had a front that exposed his finely tanned and toned muscles. A band of pure steel was in between his muscles on his upper forearm. He wore onyx colored pants that clung to him suggesting his enormous strength. Huge sweeping leathery red dragon wings sprung from his back giving him the deadly demonic look that no one would mistake him as an Angel. Vejita paced across his chambers restlessly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. A soft knock at his chamber's door interrupted his relentless pacing.
Vejita rolled his eyes. "Who is it?" Vejita's tone was flat. The reply came back fearlessly.
"Rulon, sire." Came the voice, equally flat.
Vejita snorted. "Well come in and tell me of what those fools in Helnia have decided. Who are they sending?"
Rulon came in, his huge black wings tucked neatly on his back. He was a tall demon, with black hair and eyes like endless pits. The demon guard wore a simple uniform of blood red and black. Rulon's reply was extremely amusing, besides being entertaining.
"My Lord Vejita, they send not warriors, neither do they send Airianic Men." Rulon could not hide his amusement," They send Women!"
Vejita smirked. "So.. The ancient one's have grown soft. So soft in fact that they send women to diplomatic matters with ME! King Vejita of the Eastern Marte Gates. Ah.'tis a sad time. They have to send women!" Vejita snickered. " Their women must be stronger now then their men!" Vejita turned back to Rulon, and cold smile on his lips. "Who are those that come?"
Rulon's face flickered once, slightly betraying his hidden emotions.
"My Lord they send Ladies Bulma (a blue haired creature, very strange at that-BLUE hair!), Lady." Rulon smirked and snickered. "18 (wicked, silly name eh? Pretty yellow haired thing though.), Lady Chichi (strange name, yes?), and." Rulon stopped and gulped. Vejita looked at him strangely.
"Speak up! Who is the last one?" For the first time Vejita saw that Rulon was afraid. Rulon gulped and opened his mouth but no words came. Finally he spoke.
"Sir. Your. Sister. Lady Valena."
Vejita's face contracted and he walked straight up to Rulon.
WHAMM!
Vejita slammed Rulon up against the wall. There was an audible cracking noise. Rulon gasped in pain. Vejita snarled in Rulon's ear.
"If you EVER mention.that...that WITCH'S name AGAIN I swear I WILL KILL YOU."
Vejita dropped the injured demon to the floor and sneered.
"Go get a healer if you hurt that bad." Rulon whimpered. His left wing's bones had been shattered. The demon rose swiftly off the floor and bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain. Rulon bowed and swiftly left the room, heading for the 'Healer's Hall'. Vejita smirked and sat down on a softly stuffed black chair with a sigh of relief. He massaged his temples, thinking to himself.
'Soon sister.very soon.'
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END PROLOUGE
AN:*Snickers* Veggie is a naughty Kingie! Ah well. Wait 'til next time! What will happen?? Does Vejita have a past we do not know of? Of course!!!! Mwahahaha!!! REVIEW AND I"LL CONTINUE!!! AT LEAST 5!! HEAR ME??
These words are of their tongue-The Meryane, an alien race far beyond our own solar system. One little note-NOBODY IS DEAD:
*Helnia: Heaven
***Dianblo(s): Demon(s)
****Marte: Hell
**Airian: Angel
Whenever the ppl talk and say any of their own language I will put its meaning down here at the end of the chapter.