Author's Note:
Good day all, and welcome to the beginning of my newest fanfic, Loyalties. Now, this is yet another alternate universe fanfic done by me, based at about the same time Majin Buu appeared. If I went into every detail that has changed, however, I would be here forever, so you will just have to pick it up in the story. It might be a little confusing this way, but that's the way I like it.

-Golen

His ship had finally reached Earth, after years of preparation. He had been born to this destiny, the destiny of destroying the known universe, creating it in his father's light, his light now, and ruling what would be left of it with an iron fist, along with his ultimate weapon, Majin Buu.

Dabura was first to exit the ship, the ruler of hell all but under the complete control of Babidi. He would do as he was bidden, without question. The M stamped on his head, the symbol of Babidi's control, was the proof of that fact. But would this demon be enough to spark the energy needed to awake Buu? It was highly unlikely. He would have to find another Majin on this planet, or at least steal the energy of one of the Z Warriors. Babadi now exited the ship, and not really to his surprise the Z Warriors, all 11 of them, stood awaiting him. Dabura's ability not to keep his ki lowered assured that.

Boy were they a diverse group, if there ever was a thing. Babadi, traveling from planet to planet to assemble his group of Majin servants, would be put up to the test against the man with three eyes, the make-up wearing midget, the Namek, five Saiy-jins, two humans, and the one andriod.

"Who are you, and what have you come here to do?" asked the leader of the Z Warriors, Goku, the one who had ascended highest of all, asked.

"Goku, the pink one is Dabura, master of hell, or so Kami tells me," Piccolo, the so called "Super Namek" stated. Goku nodded to show he had registered the comment.

"Who's the ugly wrinkled one?" asked the Android.

Babadi decided to bring the truth out. After all, his minions would be strong enough to take on the Z Warriors and gather a little bit of energy, and possibly even defeat a few of them. However, Goku would be a problem. The Saiya-jin, just wished back to life by the new dragonball's in which Dende had created, was rumored, in Babadi's Majin Reports", to have reached a third level of the Saiya-jin power. "I am Babadi," he stated, "and I have come here to awaken the ancient demon Majin Buu, who was created by my father. Once he is released, I shall destroy all of you, this planet, and eventually the universe."

"They always same the same lines, ya know?" Goten, second son of Goku, stated. Trunks, his companion, who was himself, the older of the two, only 12, laughed at his friend's comment.

"At least he's not here for the dragonball's, like most are."

"Quite son," Vegeta said calmly.

***

"It's Coola!" shouted one of the Saiya-jins in the line. Vegeta-Ou, King of the Saiya-jins, and their commander in battle, could all but shudder at the news. Coola, weakest of the Changelings yes, but also stronger than almost any Saiya-jin, was on the battle field today. Evidentially they had not taken the destruction of their 2nd Elite Division, and their special Ginyu Force lightly. It was time for the real battle.

"Stay cool men, don't attack until he's within range. Don't chase him, let him come to us," warned the King. Too often in this war, he reflected after his command had been spoken, had they lost good and bad warriors alike to a blind, but courageous he could give them that, offensive in which they had no chance against a larger, stronger, force.

Coola could now be seen in the King's eyes, with his wicked tail flapping back and forth, as he slowly glided towards the lines of the Saiya-jin in his normal Changeling imtimidating way. More than one Saiya-jin turned and ran, most to be shot down by ki bolts of their commanders, and if they had survived, dragged back into line and slapped around back awake. They needed all the men they could have, and anyone who ran was of no use.

"Ah, the King himself, I see," stated Coola's calm voice, somewhat amused of his catch. "Aren't you a little far away from your precious palace, Vegeta?" Vegeta-Ou, who was not even normally a calm man, growled. "Oh, proving of your primate background, eh, Vegeta-Ou?" Coola taunted again, putting extra sarcasm on the King's title. Vegeta-Ou had a hard time not attacking Coola like he had warned his solders just seconds ago. Only the knowing of their secret weapon, which was concealed in the middle of the Saiya-jins, could contain him.

"Coola, I'm surprised they didn't send someone stronger. I guess you are no longer of any need of Frieza and your father, eh?" Vegeta taunted back. This seemed to have hit a sore spot with Coola, who immediately responded with a ki attack, one of good strength, but without the proper power up it was still within the limits of Vegeta-Ou's blocking ability. Without power enough to destroy the Saiya-jin King the blast was knocked away into a nearby mountain. Coola quickly regained his composure, and soon thereafter, his mouth.

"Oh, I see that you are able to block that spit in the wind, my King. I think I am out of my league." Vegeta-Ou grinned. It was the only thing he had going for him. The longer Coola talked, the better chance the Saiya-jin had. By the time he was ready to fight, on this rate, he would have lost any shock factor he had originally had. Advantages, however, had never gone the Saiya-jin way.

"I've had enough of this!" shouted a Saiya-jin in the middle of the crowd. Instantly Vegeta-Ou knew who it was. It was their weapon, their religion, their savior, and thier only hope for this battle. Brolli had lost his temper. So instead of a well devised plan, waiting until Coola was tired to unleash him, they were now going to have to let the Legendary Super Saiya-jin get it on with the Changeling at full health. For the King knew, once Brolli tired of talking, there were no restraints on his attacks.

Sure enough a second later the teenage Saiya-jin, trained from birth, raised out of the crowd of Saiya-jins, his hair the color of the sun, his eye's as blue-green as the ocean. There was no stopping it now, the battle would begin. Coola, shocked at the sudden emergence of the only fear to his race, actually took a step back. Vegeta-Ou, at any other time, would have enjoyed that to the point of no end. But now, only one thing was on his mind: attack and destroy the Changeling before he could transform. With this in mind, his order was simple. "Attack!"

With this the wave of almost one thousand Saiya-jins, all that were in the first wave, attacked, with almost a tenth of them dead or injured before they reached Coola. Another chunk were bitten off when they actually reached him, and then, only after they were torn by a fifth, did they actually lay an attack on Coola, which had, as Vegeta-Ou could tell, little to no effect on the enemy. Soon, after only twenty minutes of battle, the smoke cleared, and all that was left was a partially battered Coola, who was, to Vegeta-Ou's surprise, actually showing fatigue. We're winning, he thought silently to himself. A bitter reminder crept up into his mind, however, reminding him that 5 other changelings remained, all more powerful than this one. And then their were the millions of fodder under their control. With this thought, his heart sunk again.

Now it was Brolli's turn, more of Brolli's decision than Vegeta's, as the Super Saiya-jin leaped at the enemy, and began to beat a surprised Coola to a pulp. Knocking him up, Brolli disappeared, only to reappear above Coola and pound him to the ground. Then, while Coola still lay in the ground, struggling to get up, Brolli sent wave after wave after wave of ki attacks and bolts down on the fallen warrior, until a dust cloud that consumed the Saiya-jin lines and Brolli himself settled in. After it slowly dissipated, a surprising scene, even to Vegeta-Ou, who had known the extent of Brolli's power, awaited the Saiya-jin's eyes. Coola was bloody, without an arm, and not breathing. Brolli had won. The Saiya-jin had one. More importantly, the Vegeta Monarchy had won.

"Don't celebrate your victory too long, monkeys." Vegeta, along with every other Saiya-jin, whipped their heads around. It was Frieza, in his final form!