New Alliances
By Silent_Rouge_Elf

Chapter One:
The Beginning

A young girl peered through the thick brush. She looked young, about sixteen years old. But she was really around twenty-seven, which was still very young, since she could live to see at least three centuries. She was about five-foot-seven, fairly tall for a rouge. Her dress, which matched her eyes, wings, lips, facial markings, and hair, had the appearance of silk at the top, and of flame at the bottom. It reached her knees, and it turned to a complete blaze when she was pissed or excited.

She watched silently as her target moved along the pasture, grazing intently. Suddenly, it's ears twitched, as if it suddenly sensed her presence. It looked in her direction. She fired her flaming arrow.

The deer fell, the shaft of the arrow sticking out from it's neck. The girl had made her target. As she made her way through the dense blackberry bushes, she was unaware of a mysterious young warrior sitting on the branch above her, watching her. *Fifth sighting this close to our camp,* he thought, *She's spying, alright.* With that, he left for his camp. He had to tell his family.

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"Fifth sighting?!" Raditz yelled, "In this week?!" "Yep," Gohan nodded grimly, "Fifth time this week." "Why would she spy on us?" Goku wondered aloud, "What'd we do to her?" "Who cares?" Bardock griped, "She spying on us, right? She's obviously trying to find something out." "Your point?" Turles asked impatiently.

"My point," Bardock said, "is that she has to be working for someone. Why else would she continue to stay near our camp?" They had to agree to that one. Turning to Gohan, Bardock continued, "Have you seen her camp?" "Once," Gohan said. "Show us," Bardock commanded, "Show us where to find her."

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The girl had just gone to sleep when she heard whispers. *They're in the bushes,* she thought fearfully, *Still, I must go out there. Terrified as I am, they may be the only ones who can help us.*

Slowly, like a deer walking alone into an open field, she crept out of her deerhide tent, into the cold darkness of the twighlight hours before dawn. She stood cautiously, her cat-like ears and eyes alert to each sound and movement. *I'll test them,* she thought playfully, *Just to see if they will be able to help us.*

She reached cautiously for the dagger hidden in her belt. Sure enough, as soon as her hand gripped the hilt, the men sprang out of the bushes. One man, wearing a red bandana around his forehead and bearing a scar on his cheek, looped his arms around hers and clasped his hands behind her head.

She smiled. *Anyone could do that,* she thought patiently, *Let's see if he can pull that off again.* Like water, she easily slipped her arms out of his grasp and scurried like a red squirrel up the nearest pine. There, she rested in the crook of a branch.

"Persistent little wretch," a long-maned man growled. Instantly he was in front of her. She shrugged and jumped out of the tree, landing on all fours, sitting like a cat. She didn't even sigh as she landed. That came after she stood up.

"Would you guys just chill out already?" she asked impatiently. "Why the hell are you spying on us?" a man in purple and black armor demanded. "Why'd you sneak into my camp and attack me?" she shot back.

"You're the one who has the dagger!" Purple-armor shouted. "So, just 'cause I have a dagger, you attack me? I thought you were a pack of wolves, the way you were sneaking around!" It was Scar-face's turn to yell. "What in the bloody hell were you worried about?! You're a bloody faerie!"

"I'm actually an Elvin faerie," the girl corrected impatiently. "Whatever!" Scar-face yelled, "I want an answer! NOW!!!" "You should not have screamed," the faerie said grimly. Suddenly, the clearing was filled with faerie rouges, all different colors, and all were very pissed.

"Collogues?" Bardock whispered. "You'd better hope they're not as pissed as they look," the girl growled. She walked to the other red faerie and started speaking to her in an unknown tongue. The blond red faerie stepped back, as though she'd been pushed. She turned and looked through cat eyes at the men.

"My friend says she was testing your speed and battle awareness," the blond said, smiling wolfishly, "She says you passed." "Why would she test that?" the man in the orange gi wondered aloud. The blonde's eyes narrowed to a dangerous level as she turned to the red-head and demanded, "You didn't tell them?"

"I had to be sure they would be able to help," the red-head insisted. "Help with what?" Scar-face demanded impatiently. "Help to fight an evil that poses a terrible threat to our forests," a detached voice answered. The men looked behind their group to find a red fox looking at them intensely.

"I swear I just heard that mut talk," Purple-armor said shakily. "A mut?!" the fox yelped, insulted, "A mut?! I'll have you know, I am a red fox. My name is Adriana and I am Queen Armenia's most trusted confidante."

"The last thing you want to do is call a dog a mut or call a cat (like myself) a fleabag," another voice said. This voice was smooth and male, and gave you the impression that the owner of the voice knew something you didn't. They looked at the oak where the voice had originated; a lone cat sat in an old, decayed hole hear the crook of the tree.

"And what," the teal faerie asked, "are you doing away from the glade?" "I told you," the cat said, jumping out of the hole to rub the girl's legs, "cats don't take orders from anyone, not even their blood-tied, Elvin 'owners'."

"Well, this is just fine and all," Scar-face said, "But we have yet to even be introduced." "Terribly sorry," Adriana said, rather snidely, "The cat's name is Rico Bandito." "That's my birth name, you idiodic little runt," the feline hissed, "My Elf name, which I'd prefer to be called, is Windbrother."

"The teal faerie is Lavreanda," Adriana continued, ingoring Windbrother, "The red-head is Firekiss, the blonde is Lightwing, the leaf faerie is Autumn, the butterfly faerie is Maricia, and the purple faerie is Starbeam. Now, how are you?"

"I'm Bardock," Scar-face said, "This is Gohan, Kakarotto..." "It's Goku," Kakarotto corrected. "...That's Turles, and next to him are Raditz and Goten." Bardock pointed to each said person respectively.

"Do you have any other family?" a third detached said from the bushes. "Let me guess," Raditz said, "Now it's going to be... a bobcat?" "I am not a bobcat, you long-haired bafoon," a wolf said, stepping into the dim pink light of dawn.

"Sorry for the rude interuption," the wolf continued, "My name's Furstorm. Just call me Fang, okay? All my packmates do. I'm kind of used to it now." "I suppose you know these Faerie-Elves, too?" Raditz asked. Fang looked at the girls. "Well, I know Lightwing. She helped me out of a trap a few weeks ago."

"Anyway," Fang said, "Do you have other relatives?" "Why would you want to know?" Lightwing asked, chuckling. Fang looked at her grimly. "Hyeenas. They're near the camp you're staying at." Suddenly, they heard yipping and what sounded like maniacal laughter. "Scratch that, they're in your camp," Fang sighed, "Let's go."

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-To Be Continued