AN: Yeah… my friend and I are co-writing this fic. A lot of other fics I've read have these pointless conversations at the top between like 5 people. So you can probably expect some of those if we have nothing better to do. Anyway… I'll leave it at that. You can go ahead and read this very short prologue, then chap. 1. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: ok… I OBVIOUSLY don't own DBZ, or I wouldn't write this on here, I'd just make it into a movie. DUH!


The Fall of Vegeta-sei

Prologue

A young boy stood in place, as his father lay dying next to him and waves of battle raging near. He was no longer much of a boy in spirit, though he appeared to be no more than 12 years old…. But his hands were covered with the blood of his enemies…. The blood of a race he had never seen before this day. The Saiyans had seemed to be within their element here….. They seemed to become something more than simple men… they were beasts. But it was to no avail.
At some point the tides of this battle had turned against the band of no more than 20 saiyans. They had overestimated their worth and now, one by one they were being destroyed against a force of what must have been thousands of…. What were they exactly? The boy didn't know…… They had been on a planet which had shown a degree of resistance that had not been seen for a very long time….
His highness had authorized a large number of saiyans to take this particular planet, but now…. watching the slaughter, as one saiyan fell after another, it became quickly apparent that this was a force more powerful then anything they had ever faced. An explosion went off only a few feet away from him, but the boy did not care. He did not care about the battle going on around him…. Something was breaking, like a dam that had held off water for a very long time was finally beginning to become over taxed….
The boy's father was losing a huge amount of blood…more blood than was thought a single person could hold. His organs streamed out for the nurturing solution only to be denied and one by one his body systems failed. A fragile heart was beating its last and this man, who had seen what must have been a hundred battles, was dying a death which was most painful. He hid it well, for his son, the boy, did not even notice a look of pain on his face but the appearance of anguish… of a defeat which was futile and overwhelmingly unbearable. The man's eyes were filled with blood, and were most certainly useless. With a last quivering sound, the man uttered the words which would, should the boy live, haunt his very existence. He was not speaking to the boy…He was talking to his creator, the creator of all things which existed on this plane and the next. With a final breath, his voice echoed out:

"Changeling…" and then he was forever silenced.


Yeah... so anyway, that was just a short preview we put out in like 5 minutes. Please go on and read the next chapter then R&R!