Far away across the galaxy, on a dark pink planet known as Planet
Plant, there lived two vastly different alien races. The race native to the
planet consisted of peaceful miniature human-like beings, who had evolved at a
fast rate and used science and technology to their advantage. They prospered in
their utopian-like city and kept to themselves. These people were known as the
Tuffles. On the contrary, the other race did not originally reside, but rather,
they arrived onto the planet in white space pods, their vehicles crashing down
like meteors onto the ground, the bridges, and the buildings. These people had
spiky black hair, wore brown loincloths like cavemen and had monkeylike tails.
Their thirst for food nearly matched their thirst for battle, for these were
the Saiyans.
The cultures weren’t too different at one point in history. In
fact, there was a time when the Tuffles had welcomed the foreign warriors with
open arms into their borders in the hopes of expanding their society further. Though
it was partially due to their docile natures, it was mostly a way for the
Tuffles to study the behavior of the Saiyans.
Unfortunately, the peace did not last for long. Tension built up
between the two cultures. While the Tuffles established order under a monarchy,
the Saiyan tribes fought each other over food, land, and any resource they
could obtain. The thrill of fighting and a greediness was in their blood. From
the Tuffles’ standpoint, the Saiyans were a bunch of wild, primal criminals who
disrupted their ways of life. How could the scientists, teachers, inventors,
and the royal officials themselves fully manage their society when vandalism,
violence, and viciousness were at an all- time high since the Saiyans’ arrival?
A grocery store would be stripped clean one day, and zeni from a bank would be
robbed the next. If a soldier or reckless civilian got too close to a Saiyan,
they would leave with a black eye and a cut up lip at best, death at the worst.
It made dealing with the Tuffle criminals, drug addicts, and the underclass a
piece of fruitcake. With them around, the economy, and the overall structure of
their society would crumble to dust. “Think of the civilians and children!”
posters and advertisements would say. Next to a rugged Saiyan man on a
billboard, words in red letters read: “For every zeni spent on providing for
Saiyans, life-saving medicine for the ill is not produced.” Other Tuffles
speculated that the Saiyans carried diseases from their home planet that had
killed of the early Plantians who came before the Tuffles.
The Saiyans’ view of the Tuffles was quite a different story.
Parents and elders would tell scary stories to their children by firelight
after a long day of hunting and gathering. They would speak of the Tuffle city
as a mirage in a dessert. From the outside, it looked like paradise, and indeed
it was. In the harsh climate of scorching summers, intense storms, and bitter
winters, only the Tuffles had the luxuries of air conditioning, running water,
comfortable beds, food, jewels, and high tech weapons. Almost every night, the
Saiyan king Vegeta and his allies longed to possess the variety of riches in the
Tuffle King’s palace. If they could access the palace and the military bases, and
take the rival king down, then the rest of the Tuffles would soon follow. It
would be much better than living in rock cave dwellings that offered little
protection from the howling winds and elements.
The Saiyans learned not to be fooled by outside appearances, for
the glamorous Tuffle exterior hid dark secrets. Any Saiyan lucky (or unlucky)
to live among the Tuffles would commonly face discrimination on a day to day
basis. “Savage,” “Monkeys,” “Primal beasts” were some of the derogatory insults
the Tuffles threw at them whenever they met on the street, in the workplace, or
even in quiet neighborhoods. Some of the Saiyans shrugged them off. Many of
them landed hard punches and insults of their own, resulting in imprisonment.
The Saiyans were treated like second class citizens, denied opportunities for
the best jobs and quality housing. Being forced to do garbage pickup,
construction, housekeeping, farming, and other menial jobs left little time for
fighting and freedom. The unfortunate Saiyans who crossed too many boundaries
were sent to labor camps on the outskirts of the city. In addition, the media
never told of experimentations on Saiyans behind the scenes, or the fact that
the majority of them were banished to the desert Outlands by the Tuffle King
without question.
In a sense, the remaining Saiyans who weren’t influenced by the
societal “norms” were sent to die.
However, Saiyans do not perish that easily. They would never
surrender themselves to forces beyond their control. To them, the way to solve
problems was to face them head on. When negotiations between two rulers fail
and both races do not become accepting of each other’s differences, protest and
war could be the only options left.
Indeed, it would not be long until a war between them would occur…and
it did. The war lasted for a brutal ten years, both sides in a stalemate. The
Saiyans were far stronger than the Tuffles, but the Tuffles made up for their
lack of strength by their numbers and technology. Every time the Saiyans tried
to push forward, the Tuffles would only push them back to the Outlands. It would
seem that the cycle would continue on forever.
Yet another legend would make itself known. It was said at every
hundred years, a full moon would appear in the sky. When Saiyans looked at it,
it would trigger a drastic transformation from man to beast. In their Great Ape
forms, the Saiyans would give in to their instincts and destroy everything
around them without self-restraint. In a single night, the Saiyans wiped out
the Tuffle civilization, leaving nothing but ruins left. The Saiyans searched
the area and took remaining technology they considered useful and made it their
own. This included the scouters that the Tuffles had worn to analyze power
levels. Victory was declared by King Vegeta and a Saiyan kingdom was created.
It wasn’t long until the Saiyans met their end at the hands of
Lord Frieza and his power-hungry lizard-like race.
