DragonBall
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Far
away in the dark sea of the universe, a dark pink planet sat in position. It
was joined by two smaller white moons that were close by. The gravity on the
planet was immensely strong, ten times as much as Earth. There were no humans
on the planet, but there were other beings who lived there as well.
The
first culture consisted of pinkish purple aliens known simply as Plantians. Small
in structure, they lived simple spiritual lives in cave-like villages. When two
members of a cruel alien race threatened to steal their mystical water, a
superhuman warrior defeated them with blasts of power. The Plantians did not
recognize him, for he was a Saiyan who was not native to the planet. The
Saiyans had arrived to this planet, after war and discord amongst themselves
tore their home world apart. Despite the change in scenery, the thirst for
battle was ever-present within the Saiyans. Over the years, tribes of Saiyans
fought over food, land, and any goods they could get their hands on. As their
colonies spread, the Plantians gradually became extinct. Not even their
mystical water could work against the incoming diseases the Saiyans had brought
with them.
Over
time, another native race evolved in a similar way to humans. In fact, after
many generations, they were almost indistinguishable from them in terms of
appearance. Unlike ordinary humans, however, these people were smarter, lived
longer, and were more technologically advanced. These people were the
Tsufru-jins or the Tuffles for short. Thanks to scientists and inventors who
dedicated their time to improve their society, they were able to flourish in a
utopian-like metropolis. Their culture spread so fast, that the Saiyans
themselves became concerned for the survival of their ways of life. Despite
their large size and fighting prowess, they were still outnumbered. It was tempting for many of them to barge
through the city and take everything they could, but it would be a reckless
move. The older Saiyans tried to come up with a way to get inside, while
keeping their culture intact. Then, at last, they came up with a plan.
One
day, a group of Saiyans lumbered down a hill toward the city, steering clear of
the electrified gate surrounding it. The Saiyans lifted their hands up in
surrender, pushing back their humiliation at this foreign act. With any luck,
they would be invited inside, thus increasing their chances of survival. If
they were attacked, they could gain the pleasure of taking out some of the
soldiers before being pushed back. One of the Saiyans yelled aggressively at
him in a harsh sounding language, but a grip on his shoulder by another Saiyan
calmed him down. A soldier on a watch tower noticed them and pointed his gun at
them. Then his comrade next to him pointed at the Saiyans and spoke to the
gunman in hushed tones. He soon lowered his gun and disappeared with his fellow
soldier.
The
Saiyans waited in the tense silence. On white flags fluttering in the breeze,
the Tuffle symbol, a blue gear shooting speaks of electricity, stared at the
Saiyans like a watchful eye. After a moment, the gates opened and figures of
people slowly came past the border to meet the Saiyans. Surprisingly, they were
not soldiers, but ordinary Tuffle citizens. Some of them looked fearful, but
others observed the Saiyans with a pleasant curiosity. They whispered in a
rapid monotone language that had a slight melodic lilt. A large Tuffle man with
maroon-colored hair spoke in Japanese and English, clearing up the confusion. After
some brief introductions, the Tuffles welcomed the Saiyans with open arms.
Sensing that their plan was working, the Saiyans relaxed and played along. The
Tuffles well-groomed hair and bright clothing contrasted with the Saiyan’s
un-kempt dark hair and brown clothing, yet they greeted each other as if they
were long-lost friends. The Saiyans told stories of their ancestors in battle,
while the Tuffles happily lectured on the recent inventions that had been made.
The
Saiyans were in the city and marveled at what they saw. Tall glass buildings
stood proudly together, looking out at a sea of desert sand at every angle. The
honking of the pristine vehicles blended with the sounds of human-like
individuals going about their day. Neon advertisements flashed in holographic
screens while shopkeepers called out the prices of elaborate jewelry and
clothing. It was a vast, consumerist society beyond anything the Saiyans had
witnessed. Creativity and ingenuity flourished in every discipline,
particularly in areas of math, science, and technology. Every individual was
taken care of by Tuffle society, so poverty was rare…or at least that’s what
their media had claimed. Racism, sexism, and sexuality were not huge issues to
deal with. However, if one wanted the most benefits, a higher education would
be necessary. In terms of occupations, science, law, business, engineering, and
math were always high in demand. Of course, members of the royal family were
guaranteed the highest positions and the most resources, whether for research
or luxury. The common individuals simply had to work harder. For some, their
genetics were too defective for them to move forward in their lives. For the
Tuffles, it was not survival of the fittest, but survival of the smartest, or
perhaps the most attractive.
A
few of the Saiyans enjoyed their time with the Tuffles and made the best of
their new lives. For the majority of the Saiyans, it was the perfect
opportunity to take advantage of the material goods that were available. The
warriors basked in money they had stolen from banks in the night, wore exquisite
jewelry, and experimented with the scouters that the Tuffles invented. The most
valuable goods that the Saiyans aimed to get were the advanced guns and
weaponry that the Tuffles kept securely locked in the few military bases they
had. In addition, the Saiyans satisfied their appetites with plates of Tuffle
cuisine that were prepared. They required so much food, that even the Tuffles
struggled to keep making more, despite their food technologies. For many years,
the Saiyans and Tuffles had peaceful relationships with each other, but as
history often demonstrates, these relationships did not last forever.
The
Saiyans soon fought over food, weapons, and other goods in the streets. Their
blasts of power cracked the solar powered-streets, damaged the buildings, and
posed a threat to the everyday lives of the Tuffles. The acceptance that the
Tuffles had for the Saiyans grew into disgust and paranoia. One thing that
every Tuffle learned early on was that Saiyans were unpredictable beings. One
moment they could talk peacefully with the citizens, the next, they could leave
destruction in their wake. They had to constantly be under surveillance, even
the ones who appeared trustworthy. For the career oriented individuals, there
was a fear of the Saiyans taking their jobs. For others, there was an
ever-present dread that they would be victims of violence from their hands. The
Tuffles had the opportunity to keep the tradition of their fair justice system
in place. They could try to reason with the Saiyans and figure out a way to
make both parties happy. However, fear of these alien warriors clouded their
judgement.
It
wasn’t long before the Saiyans were treated like second class citizens and put
in slave-like conditions. The Saiyans in the city worked in factories,
construction, and menial jobs with little or no pay. It was fairly common for
wealthy Tuffles to have Saiyans do housework for them. Others believed that
having the Saiyans do community service would teach them to “be more humane.”
Of course, the Saiyans had to be watched at every moment, but their powers
could be temporarily be suppressed thanks to blue pills they had to take each
day. The more deviant Saiyans were banished to the barren wastelands, where
they hunted and gathered for food and weapons. Even to this day, the Tuffles
worry that the Saiyans will strike the city again. Though the Saiyans were
outnumbered by the Tuffles and pushed back each time, they were known for not
giving up easily.
As
the story goes, the Saiyan King Vegeta led a revolution against the Saiyans one
fateful night. The hunger for battle could not be put off any longer. If the
Saiyans waited any longer, then the Tuffles could blast their rocky homes and
the goods they had at the Tuffle King’s word. It wouldn’t be long before the
Tuffles could figure out a way to render them extinct if they so desired. The
slavery they had endured, and the repressions on their powers wasn’t just a
threat to their freedom, it was a threat to their very nature.
After
several years, the civil war had begun once more. The Saiyans split up into
several groups. One large group would distract the soldiers at the main gate,
another group would barge in and destroy the military bases. A third group
snuck around the parameter and hid in the shadows. The wandering Tuffle
citizens were shocked to suddenly see several Saiyans appear out of nowhere.
Usually, they would be forced to retreat at the boundary. The Tuffles slowly
looked up at the Saiyans, who towered above them. The Saiyans grinned at the
sight of their puny prey before them. It was in that moment that the Tuffles
did the only logical thing to do…they ran for their lives.
Men,
women, and children alike desperately tried to dodge the large feet of the
Saiyans and their large grabbing hands. A group of Tuffle soldiers stood at the ready,
guns drawn and scouters over their eyes. As their scouters read the Saiyan’s
rapidly increasing power levels, they blasted their guns in union. The Tuffles
breathed sighs of relief. The smoke cleared and the Saiyans were standing in
the exact same spot, unscathed. Before the soldiers could react to the
situation, they soon experienced sudden blows to their stomachs and their heads
by the Saiyan’s meaty fists.
As
the war continued, the Tuffle soldiers formed a line between the Saiyans and
the citizens. With every Tuffle that they Saiyans defeated, three more would
appear soon after. The surprise attack that the Saiyans had launched was
beginning to backfire, as they were slowly pushed back out of the city. As the
tired Saiyans were preparing to retreat, they saw something glowing in the sky.
A large white full moon had appeared from behind the clouds. The moment the
Saiyans looked at it, they felt sharp pains throughout their body. They
clutched their chests and feel on their knees. They felt their limbs growing
and their muscles expanding at a rapid rate. Dark brown fur sprouted all over
their bodies. Their normal black eyes glowed red and their teeth sharpened into
fangs. The human-like Saiyans that were there before were now replaced by giant
Great Apes. The transformed Saiyans felt only one emotion: primal rage.
With
one swipe of a Saiyan’s paw, the soldiers were knocked down to the ground,
unmoving. The anger that the Saiyans had repressed, came out in swinging fists,
stomping feet and blasts of golden power shooting from their mouths. The
buildings easily crumbled at their attacks, including the science labs that
were precious to the Tuffles. If the Tuffles had appeared puny before, they
were now nothing more than ants that deserved to be squashed…and that was what
many of the Saiyans did.
Everything
soon grew eerily quiet. The once thriving Tuffle city was now in ruins. What
remained of the Tuffles were corpse that littered the ground. The battle was
over in a single night. With mighty roars, the Saiyans celebrated their
victory. Once they were back in their human forms, they raced to the ruined
city to search for worthwhile technology, and hopefully leftover food.
In
sheer irony, the technology that the Tuffles had created, allowed the Saiyans
to rebuild their civilization faster than ever before. Planet Plant was soon
named Planet Vegeta, after their king who was crowned. Flags adorning the
Saiyan royal symbol, a curved red trident against a black background, hung
proudly on stone walls and balconies.
Their
civilization soon grew, and with it, an ever-increasing desire for expansion.
The Saiyans needed other places to live, due to their natural tendency to fight
each other. One day, on a nearby planet, they met with a masked alien race, who
wore white capes. Instead of fighting the Saiyans, the Arcosians marveled at
their power. This race lived in conditions unsuitable for life: a world filled
with droughts and shortages of food and water. They decided to make a deal with
the Saiyans. They would pay the Saiyans to find suitable planets for them. The
Saiyans would bring back gold, technology, food, and anything they deemed
valuable. If the planet wasn’t deemed valuable, they would massacre the
inhabitants on it and then destroy their world. Satisfying their thirst for
battle and accumulation of goods, the Saiyans happily sealed the deal. With
their tremendous power, it wasn’t hard for the Saiyans to carry out their
missions. They would even send their babies in space pods to other planets for
them to wipe out single handedly.
These
missions became more prominent when Frieza and his army colonized the Saiyans.
The medieval-like buildings that the Saiyans had made were replaced by the
futuristic architecture that Frieza’s race preferred. Once again, the Saiyans
were enslaved, and this time, they were conquering planets not for themselves,
but under Frieza’s orders.
For
a while, Frieza relished in the fact that the Saiyans were doing his dirty
work. However, he soon became concerned over the immense power of the Saiyans. After
many years under his control, rebels were already starting to gather and plan
their attacks. King Vegeta and his most trusted men defeated Frieza’s guards
with hard punches, kicks, and blinding blasts of power. They soon reached
Frieza’s quarters, the lizard-like alien guarded by two other aliens. The confident
king charged in for the attack. With a single punch by Frieza to his stomach,
all the air had been knocked out of him. The king lay unmoving at his feet, for
even his level of power was a fraction of the power Frieza possessed. The
Saiyan warriors stood in stunned silence, but were soon blasted to bits by
Freiza’s blast.
Frieza
sat in his pod and it lifted him to the outside of his ship. Floating in
position above Planet Vegeta, there were hundreds of alien warriors who served
under Frieza. In a trial of white light, a Saiyan plowed through the warriors,
knocking them back, or blasting them away. It was Goku’s father Bardock. A gang
of soldiers tackled him, but he blasted them away and continued charging
forward. His eyes never left his target: Frieza. He fired up a blue Kamehameha ball
in his right hand, determined to destroy Freiza and free the Saiyans once and
for all.
Freiza,
however had his own imminent plan. An orange ball appeared from Freiza’s finger
and he held it in a threatening manner. He could not risk the Saiyans
overpowering him and putting an end to his rule. As for the members of his own
force, they could easily be replaced. The ball slowly grew in size until it was
almost the size of a small sun. Both the Saiyans and Freiza’s force looked at
the ball of destruction in horror. With a casual flick of his finger, Freiza
sent the destructive ball of fire down below. Seizing his chance, Bardock fired
his Kamehameha with all his might, but the ball of energy disappeared the
moment it came into contact with the fiery blast. Bardock and the others
realized that they would soon meet their end.
As
his armor peeled off his body from the heat, Bardock experienced a final
vision. In previous visions, he would see Freiza destroying his homeworld,
while in others, he saw his Saiyan son Kakarot, or Goku as he was known on
Earth. He would try to reach out to him, but he always seemed out of reach. Due
to his son being born with a mere power level of two, he had lost respect for
him. With missions to accomplish, he had not found it worthwhile to see his
son, especially one who was weak. In this vision, however, he saw something
different. Goku was a full grown adult, confident and powerful in his orange
uwagi and blue shirt. He stood face to face with Freiza on another planet,
determined to protect the universe from Freiza’s tyranny. For the first and
only time in his life, a smile of pride appeared on Bardock’s face. He was
satisfied that he knew something that Freiza did not. ‘You may have won the
battle, but you have lost the war,’ he thought. He muttered his son’s Saiyan
name before falling into the fiery inferno.
The
destructive ball made contact with the planet’s surface, causing angry orange
cracks to spread in all directions. In the glow of the light, Freiza laughed
manically as his guards watched from inside another spaceship. In a blinding
flash of light, Planet Vegeta exploded with a bang and was soon no more. The
events that had occurred, then led to the adventures in DragonBall, DragonBall
Z, and Dragon Ball Super.
During events in GT
Disclaimer: All characters and settings belong to Akira Toriyama and creators.
Saiyans
Motto: "Survival of the fittest."
Flag: A red trident against a black background
Majority of members are warriors
Education consists of training, hunting and gathering, eating, training, controlling one's ki, killing outsiders, and more training.
Government: King Vegeta has the ultimate say in all matters. Only the strongest and most loyal advisers have the privilege to serve under him.
Origins: May have originated from the Great Ape. Original Super Saiyan God appeared 1000 years ago, using his power to try and defeat evil Saiyans. However, he ran out of energy and was defeated.
Homeland planets: Salada and Planet Vegeta
Oppresses others based on their power level
Tuffles
Motto: "Survival of the smartest."
Flag: a light blue gear against a white background
Majority of members are scientists/inventors
Education consists of knowledge in reading, math, biology, science, technology, and just about everything. Schools are based off of Japanese values: students clean the rooms everyday, they wear uniforms and are not allowed to date except during after-school hours. Military training is also an option for both males and females.
Government: There is a democratic council of males and females who debate and discuss various issues. Doctors and scientists have as much power as priests did in early human history. Ultimately, however, the Tuffle king has the final say. With the exception of schools, workplaces, and labs, city life thrives on capitalism and materialism. Everyone is encouraged to life the good life, so long as they take care of those in need (excluding the Saiyans and Tuffles of "inferior" genetic makeup).
Origins: Likely evolved similar to how humans evolved (although at a faster rate). It is unlikely they evolved from the purple Plantians.
Homeworld: Planet Plant
Oppresses others based on their genetics and intelligence
(Author's note): It is hard to know the true motivations of the Saiyans and the Tuffles based off of what was shown in Dragon Ball GT. However, I decided to imagine what the two cultures may have been like in detail. Besides being heavily invested in technological advancements, I imagined the Tuffles to be a tight-knit community willing to accept different people, provided they follow their rules. With the appearance of the Tuffle king, the society would be a modernistic monarchy and with that, a class system would be in place. As both male and females were seen firing weapons, the gender roles seemed neutral. Human social barriers (racism, sexism, ableism, ageism, etc.) would not be major issues for them but other problems would take their place (classism, genetic discrimination, educational discrimination etc.). Similar to Japanese/communism culture, education is essential to living a functional life in addition to helping the community thrive. Media and advertisements would also have a role in the society.
Random fan fact: The word "lularachi" is an old Tuffle word meaning farewell and wishing infinite knowledge to the departing person.
Sample Tuffle names
Fragaria (strawberry)
Musa (banana)
Citra
Pumila (apple)
On the contrary, the Saiyans lived a more isolated individualistic life. "Survival of the fittest" would be an appropriate motto, perhaps an understatement for them. They had similar ideologies to the Spartans of ancient Rome: producing strong, skilled warriors was of the utmost importance. In GT, they wear cave-man clothing, live in cave-like structures and have the vigor of spartan warriors. Presumably, they would spend their days hunting, gathering, and of course, fighting. They would observe the Tuffles, disgusted by their weakness yet envious of their luxurious lives. To them, their proud race only deserves to have the best resources, the best land, army etc. They certainly did not deserve to be treated like dirt by the Tuffles, who flaunted their wealth like spoiled little kids. The Saiyan's victory was not only a boost to their egos...it ensured their survival...until Frieza came along, of course.
There you have it. I have made 'non-canon' concepts even more 'non-canon' but it was fun to do anyway.
Also, can Human-Tuffle hybrids exist, along with regular Saiyan hybrids? Yes, in non-canon universes. These people could be described as peaceful humans with genius talent in science and technology. There could also be identity problems and perhaps superpowers within them as well. Want to know more? Wait and see.
