Angels Meet Devils-
Chapter 1
Drama Begins
The four women spilled out of the audience chamber shrieking.
"What? THOU HAST GONE MAD! WE REFUSE TO GO TO THAT MONSTER'S REALM!" Valena yelled so loud Yamcha was sure the very pits of Hell could hear her. Bulma was in a fit of rage.
"WHAT? ARE WE TO BE DESGRACED BY GOING TO THAT-THAT MONSTER'S HOME!?" Bulma shrieked.
18 and ChiChi banged on the now closed doors yelling.
"WE DEMAND REENTRY!! WE WILL REDISCUSS THIS NOW!!"
Yamcha sighed and yanked the screeching women away from the doors.
"By the stars! Silence your tongues! Be glad you do not have to visit the Lord of the Underworld himself!" Somehow this simple proclamation made them silent.
Chichi stared, frightened. "You-you mean they almost sent us to the very HEART of Marte?" Chichi asked, scared almost completely out of her wits. Yamcha nodded solemnly and watched as the Angels' hand flew to their mouths as they gasped in shock. Yamcha raised an eyebrow as he watched one woman, Valena, not even flinch at this proclamation. He decided to ask why.
"My Lady Valena, why is it that you do not react? Surely you know what I mean more than these others!" Yamcha stopped dramatically. Valena, the feathery devil Angel, just stared at him. Her reply was like death.
"I care naught for that sentence or choice of words, Yamcha." She glared daggers that seemed to pierce his heart. Yamcha shivered involuntarily. "As you may remember, Yamcha, I CAME from that place. I was. different." Yamcha stared into her face and for the first time in his long era of knowing the strange Angel he noticed a strange sort of.dead look in her eyes.
Yamcha stared into those red-black eyes, remembering all the stories he had heard about the strange Angel. She had been (what did they call her? Oh yes.) a sort of Hybrid. Valena had been born with Angel wings while her brother, Vejita had been born with Demon wings. Both were strange. Neither were fully Demon nor fully Angel but both. They could be as gentle as the Lords of Heaven themselves or so evil they would be more than a match for the ruler of Hell. They had strange hearts, Hybrids. They were strong- unusually strong. They also had-tails. Yamcha stared almost inappropriately at Valena's waist, looking for her tail. Bulma's gaze along with the other's gazes found where his eyes were wandering. Bulma leapt forward and smacked the Angel Soldiers face as hard as she could and screeched.
"HOW DARE YOU LOOK ON VALENA LIKE THAT!"
Yamcha gasped as her hand violated his skin. His hand flew up to the offended area. The Angel's face flushed in embarrassment. Yamcha hung his head. "I-I apologize. I was.merely looking for." Yamcha gulped. He knew what would come next. "For Lady Valena's tail." The uproar from the women surrounding him was deafening.
"YOU! YOU NAUGHTY MAN!!" Chichi shrieked.
"HOW DARE YOU!!" 18 yelled.
"HAVE YOU NO SHAME??" Bulma howled, making Yamcha's eardrums almost burst. He clapped his hands over his ears. Yet again Valena did not join in her friends uproar. She merely stared coldly at Yamcha. The deadly Angel glared then raised up one hand and silenced her friends with a wave. The beautiful yet deadly woman walked up to Yamcha. She hissed softly and pulled Yamcha's hands away from his ears.
"You wish to see what I also am?" She hissed, her voice scarcely hiding the rage dripping from her words.
Yamcha, frightened, nodded. Instantly she backed far enough away from him where he could easily see her fully. They all watched curiously. Even a few Angel guards stopped to watch. Valena cursed inwardly at this new attention but she kept her face emotionless, almost passive. Yamcha and the others watched, almost horrified as a furry brown snake-like thing unwound itself from around Valena's waist and twitched slowly from side to side. Yamcha gulped. Bulma stared but for some strange reason she was not afraid. 18 and Chichi tried to look natural but grabbed each other out of fear. Valena smirked and let a soft chuckle escape her mouth.
"I see I have made an impact on your otherwise boring lives." Her tail twisted back around her waist again. Valena let out a cold laugh and walked down the hall and turned to the left towards the 'Airian Rest Hall'.
The women stared after her then hurried after Valena calling out, "VALENA! WAIT!!"
Yamcha sighed and ran his fingers through his black hair nervously. The guards' jaws snapped back into place and the resumed their boring everyday guarding jobs.
There hadn't been really any action since five years ago when Eastern Hell had attacked Heaven. Hell had lost. Heaven had triumphantly put down the assault. The old king had been (supposedly) killed and somehow Vejita had gotten the throne.
Vejita.Yamcha shivered. That was one person he did not want to meet. He sighed and wandered around the halls looking for something to get his mind off the women's seemingly impending doom.
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Vejita snickered. Rulon would probably be down in the Healer's Hall right now whining at the Healers to heal him.
Vejita sighed. 'Idiot. Does he think he can get anywhere in life by whining?'
Suddenly a huge BOOM! Caught Vejita's attention and interrupted his thoughts. A demon woman's voice let out a heart-wrenching sob before going silent.
Vejita laughed, but his laughter died quickly as he thought of what was just down the hall outside his door. 'Curse these emotions. Oh well at least I am more powerful than that fool Rulon. One of the great advantages of being a Hybrid I guess.' Vejita shivered and ran his hand through his wild hair. He stopped suddenly and thought for a moment as something hit him. 'Curses! That must be why Rulon can hold his own during our training sessions! He's also a Hybrid! CURSE HIM!' Vejita stood up suddenly and began to pace around his chambers, his brow wrinkled in thought. 'Training is all I think of these days but for some reason I have these strange dreams.' Vejita sighed, stopped pacing, and sat on his chair as he remembered the night be fore's dream.
DREAM FLASHBACK
He was in a room. Just an ordinary room, not very well lit at all. He saw a woman. He could see her hair color; it was pure, everlasting white. Her face he could very well as it seemed to glow like the rest of her. She appeared to have very tan skin though she was cast in shadow. He saw- Angelic Wings! Springing from her back like a fountain of white. His stone- like heart melted at the sight of this strange, lovely lady. She beckoned him to her side. He swiftly walked to the side of the bed next to her, not knowing why he did so. Her lips parted in dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. Her voice was like a gentle spring morn.
"Hello Dianblo Child."
Vejita stared at her, uncertain of her purpose. "Who are you?" Vejita half- demanded half-asked. She laughed a melodious laugh, sad, but with some joy in its tone. "I am Lady Romania of Halnia."
Vejita instantly bowed swiftly, almost apologetically, onto one knee. "I beg your pardon milady. I knew not to whom I spoke." Vejita grasped her hand and kissed it respectfully.
Romania drew him back up on his feet, smiling her perfect smile. "Nay Lord. Not many do know who I am. But I must hurry! I am not here just for an idle chat. I need to give thee something, Vejita." She said, hurriedly.
The Royal Angel drew forth from a pocket on her pure white gown a strange sort of key. It looked like a Dragon's head. It was pure black with a white eye. The tail curled around and small attachments on the side of the strange object, told Vejita that it was missing its other half. Romania spoke thoughtfully aloud to herself and Vejita.
"I know not where the other half is-my husband has it and hopefully he hast found someone to give it to." She refocused all of her attention on Vejita. "This key is called 'Marye' or 'Opener'. It opens ALL doors Only If You Have The Other Half!" Romania said, punctuating her words with urgency. "Find it! I believe thee will need it in the coming time. My guess is the other half is with one of the Airians we send to your realm-" Vejita raised an eyebrow questioningly for this was one subject that intrigued him most of all. "To see of thy loyalty to the pact. I believe that whichever Airian holds the other half." Romania paused for a moment. "Will hold the other half of thy heart." Vejita gasped in shock just as the room started to fade.
"Wait!! Who holds the key to my-" But he never finished as her voice called out, interrupting him, "The Key will be in thy beside table! Get it when you need it! Thou will need it!"
END OF DREAM FLASHBACK
Vejita sighed. 'Why is it that being a ruler of a strange land means I get the strange dreams?' Vejita thought, irritated. He dared not look in his beside table drawer for fear that the dream was real. A powerful knock, yet again, interrupted his quite solitude. Vejita groaned and muttered curses under his breath as he got up out of his chair.
"Who is it this time?" Vejita snapped. He did not like being interrupted more than once. An audible chuckle drifted through the closed door.
" 'Tis I! Kakarot!" The voice said cheerfully. Vejita smiled, a true smile. He and Kakarot were like brothers. They had met each other long ago when they had been mere children.
"Come in Kakarot! By all means come in!"
The door opened and an extremely cheerful demon walked softly into the room. He was a tall demon, taller than Rulon by about 3 inches. His hair was swept up with the tips slightly tipped away from his head and downwards. He had on the simple guards uniform, blood red and black. Kakarot smiled a goofy smile, one that one NEVER saw on the face of a dianblo.
"What is so interesting that you have come and interrupted me, Kakarot?" Asked Vejita, plainly bored.
Kakarot grinned sheepishly. "I heard that we are to have Airian women come here. Is this true? I mean. I've never seen an Airian female come here before and. err." Kakarot looked at Vejita for an answer.
Vejita dropped his cheerful manner and rolled his eyes. "Kakarot, you are denser than the day you were born!" Vejita sneered. "Yes, they are sending Airian women. Only the Marye knows why." Vejita shook his head slowly. He too was confused why they chose to send women to the land of Hell.
Vejita looked up at his goofy friend's face. Vejita inwardly winced. He knew about this man's past better than anyone else did.
Kakarot was once, about 7 years ago, engaged to an Angel. Kakarot was as happy as anything. Vejita had been completely disgusted-he didn't like the Angel Kakkarot had fallen for. Then THAT night happened. Vejita felt extremely sorry for his dim-witted friend. Vejita had been warning Kakarot over the weeks before the marriage, about her attention to him-that it was leaving. Kakarot had merely shrugged and told him that he believed that she was just excited and just talking to her friends about it. Vejita didn't believe it. Then, one night, right before Kakarot was to be married to Salrana. Kakarot found her, in her room. Within someone else's arms. Kakarot had lost it that night. He ripped the entire room apart in a rage, and then stormed out to the orchard. Vejita had run into his friend outside and there, sobbing, Kakarot told him what had transpired. Vejita was so enraged at the dishonorable Angel he had gone into the dishonest Angel's room and killed both fiancé and lover. Needless to say the Lords of Helnia shamed Vejita immensely the next morning for killing the pair. They offered Kakkarot their deepest regrets that Salrana had not been faithful to her engagement. Then Kakarot had made up his mind to ever to get close to someone again unless he was absolutely sure she would be faithful. Ever. Vejita had sworn the same thing-he too did not want his heart to be shamelessly ripped to pieces.
Vejita shook himself out of his thoughts and looked closer at his friends face. To his intense surprise he saw a yearning there, a kind of hunger or lust that only the love of some female could sedate.
Vejita raised an eyebrow. " I surely you have no intention of turning husband on me-have you?" He asked incredulously.
Kakarot smiled sheepishly. "I would scarcely trust myself." Kakarot sighed. "Rulon showed me what they look like. They are all very pretty, milord Vejita." Kakarot got a dreamy look on his face as he stared at nothing and started to ramble. "One Airian. ah. her hair is so soft looking and black. She has these incredible eyes, black ones that seem to capture you and draw you into them. He face is the softest tan color. her lips and lovely figure are amazing!" Kakarot started to drool.
Vejita snorted. His friend was already falling for someone he had never met! He reached out and pinched his friend's arm sharply. Kakarot's head and mind snapped back into reality as he looked down at Vejita.
Vejita shook a warning finger at his friend. "Remember Salrana."
Kakarot's eyes widened as he remembered her. He nodded quickly, wiping away the drool on the side of his mouth. Vejita's extremely acute hearing caught someone's footsteps coming down the hall, curious, Vejita walked up to his chamber door and poked his head out and groaned.
He saw coming down the hall a short, small, black-haired demon-Krillin. Vejita rolled his eyes. Krillin had to be the weirdest demon he'd ever seen or known. No hair for the first bit of his life (luckily he had some now.), no nose, and a silly attitude like Kakarot's.
Kakarot looked at him as Vejita returned to his soft black chair. "Who's out there?" Kakarot asked, suddenly he looked down and noticed his bootlace was undone so he bent down and began to retie it.
"Baldie demon-boy." Vejita grumbled. Kakarot's face lit up. Vejita rolled his eyes.
"Really? Krillin is out there?" Kakkarot asked hopefully and quickly finished tying his boot and walked outside running straight into the short red-winged demon making him fall to the floor.
"Hi Goku!"
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AN: HA! I love doing this stuff I swear!!! Write back to me ppl!! I love to hear all of your comments and your anger. Ok maybe not your anger but ah. be nice. Cliffhangers eh or no? Ah well.wait til I come out with the next chapter! Hopefully it won't be too long from now.
Chapter 1
Drama Begins
The four women spilled out of the audience chamber shrieking.
"What? THOU HAST GONE MAD! WE REFUSE TO GO TO THAT MONSTER'S REALM!" Valena yelled so loud Yamcha was sure the very pits of Hell could hear her. Bulma was in a fit of rage.
"WHAT? ARE WE TO BE DESGRACED BY GOING TO THAT-THAT MONSTER'S HOME!?" Bulma shrieked.
18 and ChiChi banged on the now closed doors yelling.
"WE DEMAND REENTRY!! WE WILL REDISCUSS THIS NOW!!"
Yamcha sighed and yanked the screeching women away from the doors.
"By the stars! Silence your tongues! Be glad you do not have to visit the Lord of the Underworld himself!" Somehow this simple proclamation made them silent.
Chichi stared, frightened. "You-you mean they almost sent us to the very HEART of Marte?" Chichi asked, scared almost completely out of her wits. Yamcha nodded solemnly and watched as the Angels' hand flew to their mouths as they gasped in shock. Yamcha raised an eyebrow as he watched one woman, Valena, not even flinch at this proclamation. He decided to ask why.
"My Lady Valena, why is it that you do not react? Surely you know what I mean more than these others!" Yamcha stopped dramatically. Valena, the feathery devil Angel, just stared at him. Her reply was like death.
"I care naught for that sentence or choice of words, Yamcha." She glared daggers that seemed to pierce his heart. Yamcha shivered involuntarily. "As you may remember, Yamcha, I CAME from that place. I was. different." Yamcha stared into her face and for the first time in his long era of knowing the strange Angel he noticed a strange sort of.dead look in her eyes.
Yamcha stared into those red-black eyes, remembering all the stories he had heard about the strange Angel. She had been (what did they call her? Oh yes.) a sort of Hybrid. Valena had been born with Angel wings while her brother, Vejita had been born with Demon wings. Both were strange. Neither were fully Demon nor fully Angel but both. They could be as gentle as the Lords of Heaven themselves or so evil they would be more than a match for the ruler of Hell. They had strange hearts, Hybrids. They were strong- unusually strong. They also had-tails. Yamcha stared almost inappropriately at Valena's waist, looking for her tail. Bulma's gaze along with the other's gazes found where his eyes were wandering. Bulma leapt forward and smacked the Angel Soldiers face as hard as she could and screeched.
"HOW DARE YOU LOOK ON VALENA LIKE THAT!"
Yamcha gasped as her hand violated his skin. His hand flew up to the offended area. The Angel's face flushed in embarrassment. Yamcha hung his head. "I-I apologize. I was.merely looking for." Yamcha gulped. He knew what would come next. "For Lady Valena's tail." The uproar from the women surrounding him was deafening.
"YOU! YOU NAUGHTY MAN!!" Chichi shrieked.
"HOW DARE YOU!!" 18 yelled.
"HAVE YOU NO SHAME??" Bulma howled, making Yamcha's eardrums almost burst. He clapped his hands over his ears. Yet again Valena did not join in her friends uproar. She merely stared coldly at Yamcha. The deadly Angel glared then raised up one hand and silenced her friends with a wave. The beautiful yet deadly woman walked up to Yamcha. She hissed softly and pulled Yamcha's hands away from his ears.
"You wish to see what I also am?" She hissed, her voice scarcely hiding the rage dripping from her words.
Yamcha, frightened, nodded. Instantly she backed far enough away from him where he could easily see her fully. They all watched curiously. Even a few Angel guards stopped to watch. Valena cursed inwardly at this new attention but she kept her face emotionless, almost passive. Yamcha and the others watched, almost horrified as a furry brown snake-like thing unwound itself from around Valena's waist and twitched slowly from side to side. Yamcha gulped. Bulma stared but for some strange reason she was not afraid. 18 and Chichi tried to look natural but grabbed each other out of fear. Valena smirked and let a soft chuckle escape her mouth.
"I see I have made an impact on your otherwise boring lives." Her tail twisted back around her waist again. Valena let out a cold laugh and walked down the hall and turned to the left towards the 'Airian Rest Hall'.
The women stared after her then hurried after Valena calling out, "VALENA! WAIT!!"
Yamcha sighed and ran his fingers through his black hair nervously. The guards' jaws snapped back into place and the resumed their boring everyday guarding jobs.
There hadn't been really any action since five years ago when Eastern Hell had attacked Heaven. Hell had lost. Heaven had triumphantly put down the assault. The old king had been (supposedly) killed and somehow Vejita had gotten the throne.
Vejita.Yamcha shivered. That was one person he did not want to meet. He sighed and wandered around the halls looking for something to get his mind off the women's seemingly impending doom.
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Vejita snickered. Rulon would probably be down in the Healer's Hall right now whining at the Healers to heal him.
Vejita sighed. 'Idiot. Does he think he can get anywhere in life by whining?'
Suddenly a huge BOOM! Caught Vejita's attention and interrupted his thoughts. A demon woman's voice let out a heart-wrenching sob before going silent.
Vejita laughed, but his laughter died quickly as he thought of what was just down the hall outside his door. 'Curse these emotions. Oh well at least I am more powerful than that fool Rulon. One of the great advantages of being a Hybrid I guess.' Vejita shivered and ran his hand through his wild hair. He stopped suddenly and thought for a moment as something hit him. 'Curses! That must be why Rulon can hold his own during our training sessions! He's also a Hybrid! CURSE HIM!' Vejita stood up suddenly and began to pace around his chambers, his brow wrinkled in thought. 'Training is all I think of these days but for some reason I have these strange dreams.' Vejita sighed, stopped pacing, and sat on his chair as he remembered the night be fore's dream.
DREAM FLASHBACK
He was in a room. Just an ordinary room, not very well lit at all. He saw a woman. He could see her hair color; it was pure, everlasting white. Her face he could very well as it seemed to glow like the rest of her. She appeared to have very tan skin though she was cast in shadow. He saw- Angelic Wings! Springing from her back like a fountain of white. His stone- like heart melted at the sight of this strange, lovely lady. She beckoned him to her side. He swiftly walked to the side of the bed next to her, not knowing why he did so. Her lips parted in dazzling smile that revealed perfect white teeth. Her voice was like a gentle spring morn.
"Hello Dianblo Child."
Vejita stared at her, uncertain of her purpose. "Who are you?" Vejita half- demanded half-asked. She laughed a melodious laugh, sad, but with some joy in its tone. "I am Lady Romania of Halnia."
Vejita instantly bowed swiftly, almost apologetically, onto one knee. "I beg your pardon milady. I knew not to whom I spoke." Vejita grasped her hand and kissed it respectfully.
Romania drew him back up on his feet, smiling her perfect smile. "Nay Lord. Not many do know who I am. But I must hurry! I am not here just for an idle chat. I need to give thee something, Vejita." She said, hurriedly.
The Royal Angel drew forth from a pocket on her pure white gown a strange sort of key. It looked like a Dragon's head. It was pure black with a white eye. The tail curled around and small attachments on the side of the strange object, told Vejita that it was missing its other half. Romania spoke thoughtfully aloud to herself and Vejita.
"I know not where the other half is-my husband has it and hopefully he hast found someone to give it to." She refocused all of her attention on Vejita. "This key is called 'Marye' or 'Opener'. It opens ALL doors Only If You Have The Other Half!" Romania said, punctuating her words with urgency. "Find it! I believe thee will need it in the coming time. My guess is the other half is with one of the Airians we send to your realm-" Vejita raised an eyebrow questioningly for this was one subject that intrigued him most of all. "To see of thy loyalty to the pact. I believe that whichever Airian holds the other half." Romania paused for a moment. "Will hold the other half of thy heart." Vejita gasped in shock just as the room started to fade.
"Wait!! Who holds the key to my-" But he never finished as her voice called out, interrupting him, "The Key will be in thy beside table! Get it when you need it! Thou will need it!"
END OF DREAM FLASHBACK
Vejita sighed. 'Why is it that being a ruler of a strange land means I get the strange dreams?' Vejita thought, irritated. He dared not look in his beside table drawer for fear that the dream was real. A powerful knock, yet again, interrupted his quite solitude. Vejita groaned and muttered curses under his breath as he got up out of his chair.
"Who is it this time?" Vejita snapped. He did not like being interrupted more than once. An audible chuckle drifted through the closed door.
" 'Tis I! Kakarot!" The voice said cheerfully. Vejita smiled, a true smile. He and Kakarot were like brothers. They had met each other long ago when they had been mere children.
"Come in Kakarot! By all means come in!"
The door opened and an extremely cheerful demon walked softly into the room. He was a tall demon, taller than Rulon by about 3 inches. His hair was swept up with the tips slightly tipped away from his head and downwards. He had on the simple guards uniform, blood red and black. Kakarot smiled a goofy smile, one that one NEVER saw on the face of a dianblo.
"What is so interesting that you have come and interrupted me, Kakarot?" Asked Vejita, plainly bored.
Kakarot grinned sheepishly. "I heard that we are to have Airian women come here. Is this true? I mean. I've never seen an Airian female come here before and. err." Kakarot looked at Vejita for an answer.
Vejita dropped his cheerful manner and rolled his eyes. "Kakarot, you are denser than the day you were born!" Vejita sneered. "Yes, they are sending Airian women. Only the Marye knows why." Vejita shook his head slowly. He too was confused why they chose to send women to the land of Hell.
Vejita looked up at his goofy friend's face. Vejita inwardly winced. He knew about this man's past better than anyone else did.
Kakarot was once, about 7 years ago, engaged to an Angel. Kakarot was as happy as anything. Vejita had been completely disgusted-he didn't like the Angel Kakkarot had fallen for. Then THAT night happened. Vejita felt extremely sorry for his dim-witted friend. Vejita had been warning Kakarot over the weeks before the marriage, about her attention to him-that it was leaving. Kakarot had merely shrugged and told him that he believed that she was just excited and just talking to her friends about it. Vejita didn't believe it. Then, one night, right before Kakarot was to be married to Salrana. Kakarot found her, in her room. Within someone else's arms. Kakarot had lost it that night. He ripped the entire room apart in a rage, and then stormed out to the orchard. Vejita had run into his friend outside and there, sobbing, Kakarot told him what had transpired. Vejita was so enraged at the dishonorable Angel he had gone into the dishonest Angel's room and killed both fiancé and lover. Needless to say the Lords of Helnia shamed Vejita immensely the next morning for killing the pair. They offered Kakkarot their deepest regrets that Salrana had not been faithful to her engagement. Then Kakarot had made up his mind to ever to get close to someone again unless he was absolutely sure she would be faithful. Ever. Vejita had sworn the same thing-he too did not want his heart to be shamelessly ripped to pieces.
Vejita shook himself out of his thoughts and looked closer at his friends face. To his intense surprise he saw a yearning there, a kind of hunger or lust that only the love of some female could sedate.
Vejita raised an eyebrow. " I surely you have no intention of turning husband on me-have you?" He asked incredulously.
Kakarot smiled sheepishly. "I would scarcely trust myself." Kakarot sighed. "Rulon showed me what they look like. They are all very pretty, milord Vejita." Kakarot got a dreamy look on his face as he stared at nothing and started to ramble. "One Airian. ah. her hair is so soft looking and black. She has these incredible eyes, black ones that seem to capture you and draw you into them. He face is the softest tan color. her lips and lovely figure are amazing!" Kakarot started to drool.
Vejita snorted. His friend was already falling for someone he had never met! He reached out and pinched his friend's arm sharply. Kakarot's head and mind snapped back into reality as he looked down at Vejita.
Vejita shook a warning finger at his friend. "Remember Salrana."
Kakarot's eyes widened as he remembered her. He nodded quickly, wiping away the drool on the side of his mouth. Vejita's extremely acute hearing caught someone's footsteps coming down the hall, curious, Vejita walked up to his chamber door and poked his head out and groaned.
He saw coming down the hall a short, small, black-haired demon-Krillin. Vejita rolled his eyes. Krillin had to be the weirdest demon he'd ever seen or known. No hair for the first bit of his life (luckily he had some now.), no nose, and a silly attitude like Kakarot's.
Kakarot looked at him as Vejita returned to his soft black chair. "Who's out there?" Kakarot asked, suddenly he looked down and noticed his bootlace was undone so he bent down and began to retie it.
"Baldie demon-boy." Vejita grumbled. Kakarot's face lit up. Vejita rolled his eyes.
"Really? Krillin is out there?" Kakkarot asked hopefully and quickly finished tying his boot and walked outside running straight into the short red-winged demon making him fall to the floor.
"Hi Goku!"
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AN: HA! I love doing this stuff I swear!!! Write back to me ppl!! I love to hear all of your comments and your anger. Ok maybe not your anger but ah. be nice. Cliffhangers eh or no? Ah well.wait til I come out with the next chapter! Hopefully it won't be too long from now.
