Okay, Here's my disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and make no profit from it. Come on, you think I'm smart enough to think up some crazy idea like THAT?
Well, this here is a prologue… tell me if I should continue it, hey? It's from this race I made up on an RP… I believe this will be my first long/chapter fic… so, tell me if you want it! By the way. This is a what if fic, and it couldn't have happened in the DBZ universe. So if you dislike my altering the story of DBZ greatly, just do us all a favour and don't read it.
Wake up. Prince Vegeta, wake up.
Vegeta slowly woke as the AI unit 'spoke' to him. He groggily told it that he was up, and that as quite enough. He rubbed his eyes and stared out the window of his pod, at the white and blue planet looming in front of him, slowly getting closer and closer.
He was assigned, along with quite a few more troupes, to the planet of Deedlam, a small, prosperous planet surrounded by 4 moons. Deedlam-jins were, despite their peaceful nature, perpetually dangerous. Only the best of the best were sent out to purge this planet. Their advanced psychokenetics and mind tweaking techniques were the main concern about them. Physically, their adversaries were horribly weak, barely comparable to the armies sent for them. But the psychics, they were what Freiza was nervous about. Vegeta didn't see why. But then again, all this hocus-pocus crap was exactly that to him. Nothing big, right?
How bad could they be? I mean, these things were practically eight year olds for half their life. Around the age of 50, they went into cocoons and transformed into older bodies. They were really a rather strange race. But Vegeta figured that any planet ruled by females would be that way. It was a piece of cake.
Right.
Vegeta braced himself as the pod spun slightly out of control upon the landing, having fallen halfway into a body of water. At the moment, a strange-looking two-headed fish was sniffing at the window of his pod. Vegeta growled to himself. This was not a good start. He opened the pod door, the water flooding in and the fish swimming away. Vegeta slowly trudged through the water, his white boots getting occasionally stuck in the muck as he made his way to shore and the other, laughing, soldiers. He growled yet again to himself. Not a good start at all.
Vegeta and the others were currently getting themselves done up like the inhabitants of Deedlam, their plan being to sneak into the city and kill the citizens neatly and discreetly to avoid destroying the lovely crystal-crafted cities. If they did that, it would most definitely bring down the price. Vegeta frowned upon being showed a mirror. He looked like some kind of a freak. They'd popped his tail off, painlessly (but it was still rather annoying, not having one), bleached his hair to a pathetic white, and applied silver makeup and the like all over his skin. He hmphed at his reflection.
"What am I supposed to be? Some kind of circus freak?"
The distinctly catlike artist smirked at him
"Very funny, princeling. You're a Deedlam-jin. Your name is Blanco, and you're a shoemaker. Like it or not, that's your identity for the next while so learn to live with it."
She chuckled at him in slight victory, while Vegeta grumbled about what a stupid name for a planet Deedlam was, just some immature things to help him mend his ego. The girl stalked away slowly, tail waving out behind her, to go work on another's getup.