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Phantom of the Opera	By : KrazyKat001 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phantom of the Opera

By: KrazyKat001

I do not own DBZ or its character nor do I own the idea from Phantom of the Opera.

Prologue

The rise of the new century, a dawn of a new age, where the earth filled with creatures unlike anyone has seen before. Stars dancing, worshiping before the radiant full moon whose pale skin surface is emitting brightly with a hinted color of blood. Deep down in the bustling city, filled with spherical buildings and vast freeway stretching into the open sky. Traffic of air cars luminating across the vast night sky. The city is a mixture with foreign visitors among the natives. To be more precise, the foreigners are actually aliens, their origins remain unknown to the humans of the planet.

How shall I explain? Or rather, where should I begin?

Ah… yes.

Before I begin the tale, I will inform you of a rare and unusual phenomenon which occurred nearly three decades ago.

Thirty years ago, the small blue and green planet was completely comprised of two different beings, both natives on Earth. One of the native species is an animal-talking folks classified as Personification Humans, or Perso-humans. The other native specie whose appearance is either all or humanoid is classified as humans. There were very little racial discrimination between these two species but, overall, they got along very well. Some of the natives even cross breed with other and their children received no terrible side effects. Another (but small and unimportant) classification for natives bred from the result of two different species are called Neko-humans. There was almost no war between the natives. They co-exist in perfect harmony.

That is until the aliens arrived…

Several meteors crashed into the city, in different locations and leaving destruction in their path. Soon, the natives peer down to the center recently made in-curved ground, smoke lying in its wake. They discover a white pod, an unknown device that had fallen from the sky. The pod opens, revealing a person of great strength with wild unkept hair and a long, glossy brown tail wagging slowly behind him. To their shock and awe, he slowly rise into the air, pressing a device in his ear. Two others joins him in the air, both similar and to their strange visitor. For a few moments, the three converse each other in the sky then lands before the natives.

They discovered they were not alone. They discovered they were not the center of the universe. They discovered what these aliens are. They are called Saiyans.

And the saiyans wanted… no, they desire their planet.

The natives let out a massive outrage, seeing the aliens as the enemies. The saiyans were dead calm, not even viewing them as a threat. Instead, they open their palms the moment the natives decides to attack and, in a instant, the natives were vaporized. King Furry, the President of the Earth, was horrified. Ignoring the heeding of his people’s demand for war, King Furry carries a white flag as he meet the saiyans in the desolated wasteland which was once a beautiful city. Luckily, democracy saves the day. For the first time in human history, King Furry has created and signed a peace treaty with a non-native being, which happens to be a powerful political figure of his own people. King Furry made a long-term agreement as he shakes hand with a saiyan who is none other than King Vegeta.

Afterward, King Furry established a settlement in a city for the saiyans. The saiyans’ home world was overpopulated and needed to broaden their territory. King Furry expresses his great relief to his people, however outraged they are, he explained that the saiyans could’ve easily eradicate them all but, instead they rely on democracy and they desire peace. He then passes several, critical laws to ensure there will be no war or discrimination against the saiyans. However, even as a President of the Earth, he cannot stop the hatred and racial discrimination coming from his people. The natives of two species became heavily racist of the saiyans to the point that they were suspicious of each other. The natives had started beating up the Neko-humans because they appears so similar to the saiyans. The saiyans appear humanoid and they have furry tails. The natives can’t trust each other, and as a result, they created a mass brawl and they came extremely close to having a civil war. Despite having passed an anti-discrimination law, King Furry has now classified both Perso-humans and Humans in a single category: Humans. The statistics of the Neko-humans has decreased dramatically. It is extremely rare to find one in the current period.

The saiyans arrival has also radically changed many of the humans’ moral beliefs. Saiyans are comprised of mostly males than females. To the natives surprise and disgust, some of the rare saiyan males have the ability to carry a child. The saiyans fought all the time, stamina passing over the human’s norm. Anything further than the male’s ability to carry and their passion for fighting, the humans know nothing else about the saiyans. The saiyans never released any information about their home planet, their medical records, or about themselves. It became clear that the saiyans did not trust the humans the same way the humans did not trust them. The saiyans also carries some hatred tendency from the humans. Some saiyans would rather obliterate the humans for their racist attitudes but, they dare not disobey their own ruler, King Vegeta. So instead, the saiyans and humans co-exist in a heavily, unbalanced harmony.

However, both races has both mutually agree through unsaid words. Saiyans and humans will not and can not breed with each other. The tension between human and saiyans were high in the first two decades but it slowly starts to dwindle in the third decade. At last, the saiyans and humans can tolerate each other existence but the heavy racist tension is still there. Humans have a long memory. Saiyans have a long, long life. In the third decade, both saiyans and humans has started learning from each other, taking their inspiration soar! Saiyans do not only fight for battle and fun, but they also develop with new technologies and artworks which many humans enjoy. Humans has also begun learning about saiyans. They learn their ancient way of battle and their old rituals, long forgotten by even some of the saiyans. They tolerate each other presence, enjoy each other’s existence but the racist tension is still there. Even to this day…

Now, having explained the disrupt nature between saiyans and humans, I will now begin the tale.

Deep inside the spherical city, where the vast majority is comprised of humans walking around the area, there was a calm stillness in the air. A single, lone street void of any presence of a kind. Not a person, not an animal, not a leaf, not a sound. It seems to ease into silence.

Screeeeeeeeeech~! BAM!!

An air limo, glossed in midnight black, whiz passed the street. The insane driver with an crazed look on her blonde, petite feature made a hard left turn, yelling wildly mad as she chaos in her tide, “GET OUT OF MAH WAY, YOU FRACKIN’ SON OF A MORON!!” She hits someone’s air car, forcing it to fall on its side. The owner cussing after the crazy, blonde driver.

Skree~~!!!

A hard right. A jaywalking redhead screams her head off, jumping into a stranger’s arms as the out-of-control air limo narrowly dodges her. “GIT OUT OF THE WAY, You BAKAS!! Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?!?!!!” The driver, known as Launch, sprouted curses as she drove pass several cars before her temper led her to the wrong side of the road.

An old lady, fragile of old age uses a sturdy walker, steps onto the crossroad, humming blissful unaware of the upcoming vehicle. She smiles wide, wrinkles stretching her face, lost in her own little world.

Skree~!! BAM!!!

Launch growls under her breath as she quickly notices an obstacle in her path. She rolls down the tinted window and threw back her head outside, her blue cap hat lost in the speed wind as she shouts, “Hey you!! Old bag!!! GIT YOUR ARSE OUTTA MY WAY!!!!”

The old woman didn’t appear to heed her words since she lost her hearings due to old age.

Suddenly, the old lady pause in the middle of the crossroad. She sighs, her hand on the back as she rubs the soreness away, “Ooh, my back’s acting up again. Mm-mmm…”

Launch’s impatience was reaching its limit. She is ranting loudly again at the old person until she feels a similar sensation crawling around in her nose. Her nose wiggles against her command. “No. No! NO! NOT AGAI—ah-ah-AH-CHOO!!” She sneezes loudly. Her whole feature transforms as her personality shifts. Launch has turned into a ditzy blue-haired gal who looks blinks in confusion. “Where am I?” She asks her self in a cute voice. She diverts her blue eyes ahead and notices the old lady in the middle of the crosswalk and appearing dangerously close to hitting her.

SCREEEEEEEEECH~~~!!!!!

The air limo stops just in time, the bumper narrowly touching the old lady’s walker. The old woman starts walking, humming happily as if nothing happened. The blue-haired gal pops her head out the window, waving cheerfully, “Hello there! Have a nice day!!” The witnesses on the sidewalk sweatdrops, even the dog animatedly-drops with limbs twitching in the air. What a ditzy gal…!

Meanwhile, there was a dead silence as the two passengers inside were sprawled around in their seats, absolutely terrified of the whole ordeal! They couldn’t seem to stop their body from shivering in fright. The plump looking man, Yajerobe, clutches to his seat tightly. The small pale boy, Choatzu, is upside down in his own seat, utterly flabbergast from the crazy looney’s driving skills. The chubby man peers over to his small, pale companion with an irritated look on his feature, his brow twitching as he attempts to get his shivers under control, “Next time I’m calling the taxi.” He crosses his arms fast, peering out the window.

The smaller, pale companion could easily be mistaken for an average boy with twin rosy cheeks. However, he is much, much older than he looks. He sat up properly, smiling as he straightens himself, “I’d be happy to let you call a taxi if you weren’t so busy catching Z’s all the time.” He chortles as Yajerobe protest, shaking his fist in the air as he defends himself, “HEY!! You don’t know what it’s like to work all night!”

Choatzu chortles behind his hand, giving the other a hard time, “You only work hard – earning Z’s, that is.”

“WHY YOU~!!” Yajerobe snarls as he mounts onto Choatzu and choke the hell out of him! “I. Should. Teach. You. To. Respect. Your. Elders!” He spat out for each struggle he gives to the young lad. Chaotzu chokes, moving in an animated motion.

Lunch, the blue gal, giggles as she watch the two men fight in the review mirror. She muses, speaking her mind out, “You two must be good friends! I wonder how often you two argue?”

“Hey!!” Yajerobe protests, freeing the pale companion. “We’re not friends!” They both shouted in harmony. Choatzu explains, “We’re partners. We work together. Yajerobe so lazy that can’t finish half of work most of the time. So I tease him about it all the time. I guess… that does makes us friends.” The pale boy seems to agree with Lunch’s perspective. “Hey!! Hey-hey-HEY!! WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!!” Yajerobe protest in vain.

Lunch ignores the protest, smiling with happiness, her head in the clouds as she speaks, “I couldn’t help but wonder what two lovely gentlemen are heading in this city for?”

Yajerobe sweatdrops as he stares at the driver with an unreadable expression, “You’re taking us there, remember?”

“Oh?” Perplexed, Lunch put her index finger to her lips. Her clueless expression makes her appear even cuter and ditzy. She looks away in thought then return to the review mirror, “And where would that be?”

Both Choatzu and Yajerobe animated-drops. The smaller companion sweatdrops as he respond casually, smile twitching, “You’re taking us to the famous one and only opera house in the city.”

“Oh?” Lunch peeks at the review mirror as she drives, “Why’s that?”

They both animated-drop, their limbs twitching in the air.

This time, Yajerobe replied, irritated and flustered as he speaks fast, “Look! We explained this before you threaten to shoot out heads off! We’re the two managers here to take over the opera house!” He relax back into his seat, leaning his face onto his hand, continuing calmly, “After all, the old geezer’s retiring.”

Blue eyes blinks innocently, “Why?”

“Who know?” Yajerobe said grimly as he watch the buildings pass by.

Choatzu rolls his eyes as his partner’s answer. He smiles, nodding, “It’s true. The old man is selling the place to us.”

Lunch chatter in a very cheerful manner, stars twinkling in her eyes, “Oh, wow!! I never drove managers before!!” She beams in pride, then she remembers something, “Oh! I hear that opera place is reeeally haunted.”

Yajerobe made a squeaky sounds that suspiciously sounds like, “Eeps!” He trembles in dread at the thought of some scary ghost of horrible, unrecognizable feature coming after him for revenge. “R-really. A-a-are y-you s-sure a-about t-t-that?” He shudders uncontrollably.

Choatzu glances at his friend with an amused, cat-like expression. It’s not every day that his partner gets worked up with a mere mention of ‘ghosts.’

“Here we are!!” Lunch announced brightly as she pull over.

They arrived before a grand, vast building filled with bright colors, beautiful angel statues posed as if looking down from the heaven, and a huge sign which glows blinking in bold words labeled, “Hannibal.” The opera performance that presents show times is said to be playing tonight. The two managers waves good-bye as the air limo race off.

Chaotzu keeps waving, smiling. “Good riddance,” Yajerobe mutters under his breath as soon as the limo is out of sight.

An uprupt loud crash is heard in the distant street, followed by a piercing screeching noise of an air car. A wailing of piercing sirens floods the air as the police cars races passed the two shocked managers down the street. A red-faced angry police captain waves his stick out the window of his police car, shouting, “You’re not getting away this time!! Everyone, AFTER that woman!!!”

Silence returns, the two jaw-dropping managers stare wide-eyed after the police chase down the street. They glances each other, gulping in fear. Both of them thinking of that crazy, blonde driver.
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