Book 1: Chapter 5: History untold.

Long ago, in the distant past, there was a planet named Vegeta, the homeworld of the Saiya-jin race and their kind. Many have wondered what life was like on Vegeta, and for a time, it seemed even the Saiyans did not wish solely for conquest and war. Many of their kind were gentle, peace-loving warriors who sought mastery over their savage hearts and power, rather than abusing it to harm and kill those they deemed weaker.

For ages, the Saiya-jin lived in harmony with both nature and their neighbors, the Tuffle race. The Tuffles were a small and often rowdy race of warrior-like scientists who valued science above all else, even above their own kind. Despite their differences, the Saiyans and Tuffles coexisted peacefully, although they often disagreed on how to address the growing resentment between their peoples. The Saiyans yearned for peace and tranquility, while the Tuffles wished their Saiyan neighbors would understand the value of science and technology.

However, the peace between the two races was fragile, and the reasons for the eventual war between them remain shrouded in mystery. Various myths and rumors circulated among both races, each offering a different perspective on the conflict’s origins. Some whispered of an ancient prophecy foretelling a cataclysmic clash between warriors and scientists. Others spoke of a powerful artifact hidden deep within the planet, a source of unimaginable power that both races sought to control. Some tales hinted at a betrayal so profound that it fractured the very foundation of their society, setting them on a path of mutual destruction.

As war erupted, the planet Vegeta descended into chaos. The once-lush landscapes became barren wastelands, scarred by countless battles. Forests that once teemed with life were reduced to charred remnants, and rivers that had flowed with crystal-clear water turned red with blood. Cities lay in ruins, their grand structures crumbled to dust under the relentless bombardment of energy blasts and advanced weaponry.

The Tuffles, with their advanced technology, initially held the upper hand. They unleashed devastating weapons and cunning strategies that decimated the Saiyan forces. Their scientific prowess allowed them to create impenetrable defenses and devastating offensive capabilities. Yet, the Saiyans, driven by their indomitable will and unparalleled combat abilities, adapted quickly. Every defeat only made them stronger, every loss fueling their determination to overcome their adversaries.

Amidst this backdrop of destruction and despair, the horrors of war manifested in countless ways. Entire regions were rendered uninhabitable by toxic fallout and energy radiation. The air grew thick with the acrid stench of burning metal and flesh. Night skies were perpetually illuminated by the glow of distant explosions, and the ground trembled constantly under the weight of ongoing battles.

The psychological toll on both races was immense. Saiyan warriors, once proud and noble, were driven to embrace their primal instincts fully, reveling in the carnage. Tuffle scientists, once driven by a passion for discovery and innovation, became cold and calculating, viewing their creations as mere tools of war. The social fabric of both societies frayed, as fear and mistrust became the norm.

Despite the overwhelming devastation, small pockets of resistance and hope persisted. Groups of Saiyans and Tuffles, disillusioned by the endless bloodshed, banded together in secret enclaves. They sought to uncover the truth behind the war’s origins, hoping that understanding could lead to reconciliation. These brave souls delved into ancient texts, deciphered forgotten codes, and pieced together fragments of lost history, all while evading the watchful eyes of their warring leaders.

In the end, the true reason for the war between the Saiyans and Tuffles remained elusive, buried beneath layers of myth and propaganda. Yet, amidst the ruins of their world, a glimmer of hope persisted. Perhaps, one day, the descendants of these once-great races would uncover the truth and find a way to restore the harmony that had been lost. Until then, the planet Vegeta remained a testament to the devastating consequences of conflict and the enduring mystery of its origins.

This fragile peace, however, was not destined to last. The once-peaceful neighbors eventually went to war. The first strike was not clearly attributable to either race; it was considered a manifestation of the pent-up hatred that had built up over eons. Thus began a tragic conflict that shattered the harmony they had once shared.

From the chaos of war, the two races battled each other for ages. Neighboring planets that once held life were either commanded by one side or taken by the other, with the result always being the same: total annihilation of life on those planets by the end of their brutal conflicts. Forests that once teemed with life were reduced to charred remnants, and rivers that had flowed with crystal-clear water turned red with blood. Cities lay in ruins, their grand structures crumbled to dust under the relentless bombardment of energy blasts and advanced weaponry.

The psychological toll on both races was immense. Saiyan warriors, once proud and noble, were driven to fully embrace their primal instincts, reveling in the carnage. Tuffle scientists, once driven by a passion for discovery and innovation, became cold and calculating, viewing their creations as mere tools of war. The social fabric of both societies frayed, as fear and mistrust became the norm.

The head of the Saiyan forces, General Bardock, was one of the few Saiyans who relished battle among his people, finding no greater enjoyment than fulfilling his lust for combat. Such was the law of the battlefield that even his commanders frequently refused to engage in battle. General Bardock's desire for combat became an obsession, one that even soldiers began to idolize.

In an attempt to gain an advantage over their newly arrived foe, the high command instructed their brightest scientists—Dr. Kosho, Dr. Carifuawa, and Dr. Horenzo, the most brilliant Saiyan minds—to construct the ultimate soldier by any means necessary. These scientists had become feared even among Saiyan kind for their brutality, their lack of empathy, and heartless experiments. They were given the task to create a warrior with maximum potential strength, speed, durability, reflexes, and heightened intelligence.

The Tuffles, with their advanced technology, initially held the upper hand. They unleashed devastating weapons and cunning strategies that decimated the Saiyan forces. Their scientific prowess allowed them to create impenetrable defenses and devastating offensive capabilities. Yet, the Saiyans, driven by their indomitable will and unparalleled combat abilities, adapted quickly. Every defeat only made them stronger, every loss fueling their determination to overcome their adversaries.

The governments of both races deteriorated into regimes that mirrored each other in their brutality and oppression. The Saiyan government, once a council of wise and just leaders, transformed into a militaristic dictatorship under the command of General Bardock. The Tuffle leadership, originally a council of scientists and philosophers, became a totalitarian state focused solely on war efforts and technological supremacy. Dissent was crushed ruthlessly, and propaganda machines churned out narratives that dehumanized the enemy and glorified their own side’s sacrifices.

The horrors of war extended to the common people. Both Saiyan and Tuffle civilians suffered immensely, their lives upended by the constant state of conflict. Families were torn apart, homes destroyed, and the once-thriving communities became ghost towns. Resources became scarce, and basic necessities were hard to come by. Children of roughly ages 7-13 were drafted into the war effort, trained as soldiers or used as laborers in the factories churning out battle armor, weapons and some becoming medical aid to staff.

Despite the overwhelming devastation, small pockets of resistance and hope persisted. Groups of Saiyans and Tuffles, disillusioned by the endless bloodshed, banded together in secret enclaves. They sought to uncover the truth behind the war’s origins, hoping that understanding could lead to reconciliation. Many arrested or simply exiled for delving into it or giving into propaganda from the savage brutes or those fae troglodytes.

In the end, the true reason for the war between the Saiyans and Tuffles remained elusive, buried beneath layers of myth and propaganda. Yet, amidst the ruins of their world, a glimmer of hope persisted. Perhaps, one day, the descendants of these once-great races would uncover the truth and find a way to restore the harmony that had been lost. Until then, the planet Vegeta remained a testament to the devastating consequences of conflict and the enduring mystery of its origins.
At first, the doctors were opposed, not wanting to be involved in a war that many saw as a conflict between factions. The Tuffles themselves had the advantage in technology but not in might; they used their minds to gain victories, which, for the most part, led to many successes. The Saiyan forces, for ages, held firm in their belief that war was the true path, but as with all wars, things changed.

Many Saiya-jin began to idolize and love the thrill of battle, taking pleasure in newly formed gladiator pits where prisoners of war would battle the most promising Saiyans for the thrill of the crowd. This cycle continued for some time, with Tuffle spies frequently targeting the gladiators in small attempts to dismantle this love of battle.

General Bardock refused any treaties, and as the battles mounted, so did the thirst for blood among their ranks. Soon, the Saiya-jin discovered their hidden power linked to the moon. Under the full moon's shine, they found that their true power lay in the Oozaru form hidden within them.

Many embraced this power, loving the thrill as much as any other, but just as they enjoyed the thrill, the planet suffered for their power. The desire for battle filled their corrupt hearts, and so the tides turned. Now, the Saiyans frequently used the Tuffles in their own experiments, testing hybridization of their genetic code and forcing the lesser Tuffles to be bred like animals by the soldiers.

Many objected, but their concerns were considered traitorous. What Saiyan would defy the war that the Tuffles had started? Did they not want to make the Tuffles pay for their crimes, to make them the slaves they had attempted to make of the Saiyan race?

Among the deserters, as they were called, was Tabaga, a lone woman who had watched helplessly as her husband vanished into the war, never to return. The army spoke of his heroics, praising him as a great fighter who defended against the savage Tuffles. Yet, Tabaga wasn't convinced. She knew better than to trust the army's propaganda, and she also knew better than to openly oppose them. However, in her mind, finding the truth about her husband's fate was the only thing she could do.

With her limited influence, she managed to secure a meeting with the three infamous doctors. These scientists—Dr. Kosho, Dr. Carifuawa, and Dr. Horenzo—had become feared even among the Saiyans for their brutality, lack of empathy, and heartless experiments. Their names struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened soldiers, and their laboratory was ominously referred to as "the Pit." The number of corpses on their ledger would earn them honors in this war, but to Tabaga, they represented her only chance at discovering the truth.

Despite their initial reluctance, the doctors saw a potential opportunity in her plea. Instead of dismissing her, they decided to give her a chance. Tabaga begged to know the true extent of the damage done to her lover, Togoma. While many might not care, the bond she shared with her husband was too strong for her to let go.

Dr. Carifuawa, in particular, was struck by her determination. She resembled his fallen wife, a soldier who had done her best but ultimately succumbed to the war. This resemblance stirred something within him. He had always believed in putting the Tuffles in their place, but seeing Tabaga made him question whether his wife's life had truly been worth the cost. It was an honor to die in battle, a belief held strongly among the elites, yet he couldn't shake the emptiness in his soul. Did he really want to continue down this path of endless suffering and sacrifice?

In the end, Dr. Carifuawa decided to help Tabaga, driven by a mix of guilt, curiosity, and a flicker of compassion he thought he had lost. The journey they embarked on together would reveal not only the fate of her husband but also the deeper truths about the war, the nature of their society, and the true cost of their relentless pursuit of power.

In his mind, he knew it was foolish, but he decided to hear her out. She pleaded for the truth, and though he was hesitant, he revealed the scorched remains of Togoma. He could only watch as the woman broke down before him, collapsing as tears flowed onto the blood-stained ground. In his weakness, he cared for her and wished to help her. She wanted to put a true end to this war, to seek redemption for them all.

The man took this plan seriously. She would become the mother of their first successful super soldier if it meant that he could ensure the child would end this war. Although a mother-to-be, her spirit was that of a warrior. She had the strength to undergo the procedure, but what welled in her heart scared her. More than anything, she wished to see Togoma again, to see his smile and watch him beat down anyone who insulted her. She longed for that gentle man, for her lover's touch.

In secret, even from his fellow scientists, he continued the work of Project Prime. This project aimed to create the best of the best among Saiyan kind—a true soldier in every sense. Maximum potential strength, speed, durability, reflexes, and even heightened intelligence were all sought to better equip them for the war. They used the leftover genetics of dead soldiers, both volunteers and those taken by force, including the general himself.

While the Tuffles had the upper hand in general technology, the Saiyans excelled in medicine and genetics. They specialized in creating healing chambers capable of mending even the gravest wounds in mere hours. These chambers, which they sold to other lifeforms, were pushed to their limits during the war. The ruthless warriors often returned severely damaged, and this cycle led to the first instances of what came to be known as Saiyan power.

With every battle, every brush with death, and even during combat, the genetics of the Saiyans modified themselves to become more resilient, stronger, faster, with heightened energy production and instincts. Truly resilient, the proper warrior needed this and more. Military officers often exploited this power, and though considered brutes, the Saiyan mind seemed to meld seamlessly with battle, driven by a primal instinct to bathe their land in blood.

The genetic pool of the Saiyans was not perfect. Many sided with those who devoted themselves to peace, which the warriors considered foolish. These dissenters had no respect for the Saiyan way but were deemed to serve a greater purpose. Through various crackdowns on those who protested the war, they slowly gathered the genes of those they deemed the best. This process continued for some time, with Tabaga pushing herself just as much. Though not much of a fighter, her heart burned with the desire to end this conflict.

This brimming energy filled her soul, and the rage within her turned to power. Briefly, her hair stood on end as she channeled this rage, the power of the Oozaru in her human form. This raging inferno within her heart burned for the end of the war, something she would nurture. Like the power cultivated by those in the gladiator pits she despised, she would earn her freedom.

Initially, she was laughed off. A woman Saiyan wasn't considered less of a warrior, but a lower-class one like her was a joke. Middle-class or elite warriors might put on a show, but a lowly food preparation worker? They gave her a chance, even if many wished to mock her attempts to climb the ranks. The pits were not for the weak and helpless.

Even in her first battle, her heart burned with determination. She felt her own blood pumping, the shame from the crowd, and the hatred spewed in her direction. It was as if a mass of pure energy flowed into her soul. This will to survive drove her forward in her dream.

The first battle was one of horror and awe for the crowd. The lowly cook, assumed too dainty to be a fighter, brawled with such intensity that even the middle-class spectators couldn't believe it. She fought with a Saiyan's true passion, without the aid of tools or armor. Her opponent was a former slave, freed for disobeying the general's command, longing for freedom from the madness. He was a lone man known as "Half-breed" by his guards, despised for his disgust of combat and issues with the ruling class. He was imprisoned and tormented relentlessly, deprived of food, a healing pod, and water, leaving him in poor fighting shape.

As his disheveled and broken body rose to the challenge and met her blow for blow, his mind wished only for the torment to end. Perhaps some small part of him still wished to fight back, but he had been worn down by the constant abuse. Briefly, something sparked in his flowing ki. His name was Orko, derived from his position as a commanding officer of a small squad. He had killed his own men, the sole survivor, haunted by the screams of the village they had slaughtered. The general and fellow officers spat on this failure, casting him to the pits for sport. The public would decide his fate in the gladiator arena.

The battle was fierce and brutal, each blow resonating through the arena. The crowd swore they could hear bones shattering and flesh tearing with every crackle and whizz of energy. The roaring spectators demanded more and more, their bloodlust rising with each clash. In the midst of this, the widow Kalafu, a woman of considerably low class and stature, stood tall against a former commanding officer. This was an abnormality even among the Saiyan ranks.

Their blows connected with a ferocity that made her heart race. For the first time, Kalafu felt the primal excitement and drive inherent in her DNA. Blood rushed from her nose, and with each bone-crushing hit, her body began to break. Yet, the more she pushed, the more she felt an unnerving sense of joy. She became enthralled by the battle, growing fiercer with every strike. Even as she fought, she failed to notice the subtle changes taking place within her. Fur began to sprout on her hands, and her fangs grew sharper. Much like a wolf under a full moon, her form became more beastly. Her tail lengthened, her hair grew wild, and with a ferocious roar, she dropped to all fours and lunged forward.

In a blur of motion, she slashed with such power and precision that the moment she turned back, blood fell in a crimson rain. The crowd fell silent, some in awe, others in disgust. Overcome by the thrill of battle, she slaughtered her opponent with a blast of greenish-yellow energy, the man's body disintegrating in a dazzling display.

As the crowd erupted in excitement, Kalafu's power faded as quickly as it had appeared. The aftermath of her actions burned into her soul. Though declared the winner, she couldn't hear the cheers. Her eyes were fixed on the charred remains of her opponent. Intrigue surrounded her sudden surge of power, but even as guards and military officials questioned her, she only muttered something in the Tuffle language. Some dismissed her as a madwoman, distraught by the battle.

Clearly suffering, Kalafu found little solace in the public's adulation. They demanded battle, and she provided it, but with each passing day, she clenched her teeth and stifled her sobs. The memory of her lover haunted her, but she could not return to him until she fulfilled her duty. She swore on her Saiyan honor.

Her runs in the gladiator pits drew admiration from the crowd. In a twisted sense of honor, she respected their desire for battle. She never loved the violence, but she knew it was necessary to demonstrate the true cost of the war. With each victory, she sought not only to survive but to honor the memory of her fallen husband and to bring an end to the conflict that had consumed their world.

With the battles growing more and more rampant so did the demand for the gladiator of the arena, Tabaga, Her name was hated by some of their kind, some admired and some even loved her battles. The constant battles drover her forward, every win and every death, every shower of blood on her body. This was pushed further, into a movement, many wished for an end and to end this oppression.

Her battle cries echoed the suffering and the cheers of the lower class, as this time of warfare and gladiator trials continued so did the brewing movement from this love of the gladiator. She often shouted to the crowd to abolish this war, to become truly free they needed to find a way of peace for their people, They needed to help the weak, save the sick and poor, bring up the workers and make them as equal as everyone else.

That spark of battle ignited in her very soul, the desire to overcome this challenge before her. Often she was seen giving what was considered both a crime and dangerous, speeches, not some bombastic chilling idea of rebellion but for the average warrior to stand for peace, stand for change and face the hellish battle they caused head on.

Her speeches were heard and some praised them, finding the love and adoration for her people. The cheers of the crowds at her gladiator pits drew more and more to the words she echoed. She became in time to some a symbol of change, for if the upper class and their war could be waged then certainly they could end it right? One amongst her supporters was a librarian, a tuffle-Saiyan hybrid one of the only to ever be accepted in this post-war society. He monitored and cataloged all the words, all the information of his peoples into scribes for all to view. Even as he was hated for his unavoidable sin he was still someone who felt little reason to believe in change but that altered, the moment he heard this criminal, this gladiator speak something he agreed with.

From this divergence came his voice, even as the gladiator continued to amass followers both the Council of saiyan's and their generals grew more and more ire with her words. They even commented, only giving vague statements and this to even the young librarian led to him talking with this infamous gladiator, He agreed with her heavily on the method but what they didn't agree on is how the war should be ended. He wished for a peaceful resolution, she wanted the old regimes of both nations to be torn down brutally and to execute the heads of each government for their sins against the people.

The old government in both eyes on each end was just as responsible but was it truly alright to execute them? Stain the land with more blood for some temporary retribution? This was something the two nearly argued at times about. The gladiator even had press conferences from the few outlets on each side that would ask her, wondering how such a gladiator existed. It fascinated the masses, leading them to be just as concerned for the war.

For countless hours the two often debated on how the war would end, what right did they truly have to decide this? While they deliberated the war continued with the council to name someone soon to be the next high Minister a sort of president for the Saiyan-race often decided by vote as opposed to battle. The gladiator herself began to rally more support even leaving the gladiator arena for the political scene while the war festered soon even the Tuffle's saw an uprising of the downtrodden and worn warriors, perceiving the weakness from their spies this soon erupted into a heated "discussion" amongst the leaders for the first time at a war-table. They didn't want to war if their subjects refused this battle and what's worse this gladiator's words even somewhat reached the Saiyan forces.

Such was the old guard the librarian assumed, as he further monitored the words of the gladiator he began to fear the woman he called a friend. First it was arrests of her followers, then her own attempted assassination at the hands of the "high council" even he hoped that wasn't true.

From the adulation of few that attended him, teachers, medics, even a loyal scout he enjoyed the company of. He couldn't have hoped for more endearing friends though he often questioned their validity, a former officer of the law that upheld this war? Could he so easily trust them?

As the votes were cast and finalized by each city-state of the Saiyan nation and both sides of the war watched with an eager unheard of in ages. The two candidates would give their speeches before the crowd. The vote worried the librarian most, though he was a hybrid and had some support would he truly win such a contest? he knew his fellow warriors better than most, he just wanted to be accepted. He wished they could find the strength to be gentle. He watched his friend from the podium eager to hope she would preach peace.

"I come to my fellow saiyan's today with a message, I do not seek some end to our way of life, I want the best for us all as I hope you do. I want the children of our land to freely land upon the stars, I do not want them to bathe in blood. I call for the end to this war, I want us all to receive that right which we have been denied. I come today to critique this land, even if I may be called a radical, a savage, a tuffle sympathizer. I am only sympathetic for one cause and one alone, the freedom of all Saiyan kind and their retribution at the bureaucrats who haunt the halls of our homes, telling us we go to war, what we can and cannot say, imprisoning myself or even my followers. I find this horrid, for what world is called just and fair to imprison someone for their views? I hope the planet chooses peace, I hope that we find all the common ground to restructure this land for the betterment of all saiyan kind." The woman looked as rugged as she had weeks before, hair torn and ruined all over, battered body littered with battle scars and wounds bandaged from the beatings in previous encounters with the police. The crowd erupted into cheer at her words and while the council remained silent the air of contempt was all to clear.

The man stood a bit silent at her words, he just prayed his friend remained. She only gave him a curt nod before departing as he took stage, he stumbled a bit much to the disgust of the crowd, never before a hybrid was considered to be even fit for society, none were treated as humane as the soldiers, they were fit to server, nothing more.

"I.....I do not come here to repent for my existence my friends, I come to ask the people of what they want, freedom or blood. We should all be willing to accept that the land we call home has been corrupted, we cannot afford to lose our homes to anyone. I understand that the tuffle's wronged us, but were we so different? we attacked them back, we plundered their people, their homes, each and every family. I cannot ask this world to accept me, I cannot ask that of anyone I ask you people to give peace a chance, together we can make our tomorrow better. We can avoid war, let the world heal and let our people most of all, those who started this bloodshed pay in jail for their crimes. We cannot ignore this fact. This war is no game or sport, we shouldn't glorify this war or any other. What are we? Savages? I do not ask of the high council or even myself, I ask this to the people what is this game of ours? should we simply give way to the brutish nature that we are hated for? should we show this galaxy that we as Saiyan's are better? Or should we give in and give this universe the answer they want?"

"I do not want to simply pander to you, I want those before me to consider not just myself or my friend but what they believe is best for this world and its people. I want us all to live in peace and achieve a golden age, we heard legends aeons ago of such things. I want our children and this world to see this age of gold. Where all manner of life can be accepted for who or what they are. I want what we all want, freedom. To explore the stars as our ancestors foretold we would, to give future generations a chance out of conflict."

The man stood before the crowd unsure of their silence, even as he recieved no thanks or cheers from the crowd he took no solace in the words he spoke to his friend, for their bond was broken and there would be nothing to fix such a cataclysm.

Author's Note

I deeply apologize for the lack of updates or progress, this will be split in 3 as I don't wanna clutter up a few things about both the histories of the Saiyans, tuffles and even the equestrians, they have their parts to plan in the developments of things. Once again massively sorry for the lack of updates.