This story begins quite a while ago. The saiyan empire still exists, and that's the place where we start.
A saiyan woman was having a baby. One doctor was checking her. The baby was really coming now.
After another ten minutes the baby was born. The doctor put a towel around him and brought him to the father. "It's a boy. Congratulations sir." The mother moaned. The doctor went back. He checked her. There was another baby coming!
After five minutes the second child was born. He also put a towel around him and brought it to the father.
"What is it?" "A second child sir. A twin brother." "What? Are they identical twins?" "I think so, sir. Their power level is exactly the same too." The father looked at his first born. "That second child could be a danger to my first born. What if he wants to take over the birth rights? If he stands up against his brother?" "What should I do with him sir?" "Give him to me. Bring the first born back to his mother." "Yes sir."
After the doctor was gone, the father raised his hand. He gathered energy around it to kill the baby. Just before he could kill it, his arm paralyzed and the energy disappeared. The father cursed. "What's happening?" Someone walked to him. It was a strange, tall man, not a saiyan. He had long, white hair, his skin was pale and he had light gray eyes. He wore black clothes and a long black cape. "Give the child to me." "Who are you?" "That's not your concern." "YES! It is my child." "But you don't care for it. You want to kill it." The man walked to the father and took the child out his hand. The father couldn't move, he was completely paralyzed. "Give it back!" The man walked away without saying a word, holding the child in his arms.
When the father later ordered to look for that man, nobody could find him.
The man flew away with a small ship. The baby was softly crying. The man looked at him. This child had a good potential. But he couldn't raise it himself. The child was too young now. He first had to find a mother to take care for him for his first years.
The ship landed on a small planet. He took the child in his arms and walked to the nearest village. This place was very cold. There was snow here, all the year. But these circumstances were good for the child. It would harden him.
He knocked on the door of the first house he saw. A young woman opened the door. She whispered "Ha'tu!" The man knew the name Ha'tu. It was a person from an ancient superstition here. It was a man who would take the soul away from people to bring them to the mountains. This was in his advantage. He knew he would impress people.
He gave the child to the woman. "Raise him well. I'll come back in four years to take him with me. Until that time, you have to take care of him. His name is Nafta"
He walked away. The woman was surprised. She closed the door and searched for some milk to feed the baby with.
FOUR years later..
Nafta was playing with three other children of the neighbors. They tried to catch snowjumpers, little hairy animals which could jump meters high and were very fast. Mostly it was impossible to catch them, but Nafta was faster than anyone and could jump just as high as them.
Today he was following a small one, but it was very fast. Nafta ran after it, leaving the other kids behind. The jumper kept on jumping, into the mountains. Nafta didn't give up chasing after him. The jumper stopped. He just sat there. Nafta grabbed him. "Got ya!" He noticed it was death. His eyes still bulged out, his jaw was still open. Like he died of fear.
Nafta looked up. A man was standing right before him. Nafta whispered "Ha'tu!" His mother always warned him for that man, that he would take him away. "Please Ha'tu, don't take me away, I'm too young to die!" "I am not here to take your soul away, like I did to that creature. I am here to take you away from the place where you live now, to raise you and teach you." "I don't want to!" Nafta ran away, but he paralyzed. "That was no request, but an order. You come with me! I once saved your life and brought you here, so you owe me something! Come with me!" He grabbed Nafta's arm, dragged him into his ship, closed the door and left the planet. Nafta was crying. Why are you doing that to me? When can I go back? I want my mom!" "She's not your mother! You don't even belong on that planet, you belong to another race. Did you never wonder where your tail came from? And you won't come back." Nafta kept sniffing the entire journey.
The ship landed on a dark planet. Nafta saw the air was red, with black clouds. The environment was dark. The woods were gray and black. The fields were dark green. "What is this place?" "We are going to live here now. Get used to it. Life will be hard here." He lifted Nafta and carried him to a small cottage. He dropped him on a bed. "You'll sleep here. When the air is fully black, you go sleeping, when the air turns red, you'll awake. Clear?" Nafta just nodded. "You are Ha'tu?" "No. That's just a stupid superstition. I'm Sedus."
Sedus gave Nafta a plate with some strange meat on it. "Eat." Nafta looked first at it, but ate something of it anyway. He was very hungry. After that he fell asleep.
Sedus woke him up. "First lessons will start in half an hour. Be ready at that time."
Nafta was ready at time. Sedus waited outdoors for him.
"Is there something to eat? I'm hungry." "No. Not now." "But I can't learn on a empty stomach!" "I said no!" Sedus eyes started to glow. Nafta was afraid and wanted to cry, but he didn't. "Nafta, you first listen and do as I say, after that you can eat. Get used to hunger and thirst, because you are going to experience it many more times." Nafta just nodded.
Sedus gestured. A few black birds landed. "Look at what happens now, Nafta." Sedus looked at one of the birds. A light blue aura started to surround him and the bird. The bird looked back, terrified. The blue aura around it disappeared. The bird was dead, but still sat in the same position, frozen. "You saw that? It's easy to do, but you must be willing to do it." Nafta stared at the bird. "What did you do?" "I took over his Ki. Now you try." "But how?" "Just do it! I'll never ask something of you when I know you can't do it! But I know you can. Just do it. Concentrate on the bird." Nafta looked at the bird. Nothing happened. "I can't." You won't get any food until you managed to do it." "That's not fair!" Sedus walked back indoors. Nafta ran after Sedus and wanted to attack him. He paralyzed. Sedus slowly turned around. "Never, never try to attack me Nafta." Nafta felt a terrible fear. He trembled over all his body. Sedus closed the door. The fear disappeared. Nafta could move.
The birds were still there. They waited. Nafta sat down and cried. He was hungry and he was cold. Maybe he could just kill one bird to eat. He wanted to grab one, but they flied away. Nafta ran after them, but he couldn't catch them, no matter how hard he tried.
Finally he gave up. The birds landed and waited. This was not fair. Those stupid, idiot birds. He wanted to get his hands on them. He just stared at them, angrily. The birds stared back. Nafta's look was full of hate. One of the birds froze. He was dead. Nafta grabbed it. He could feel a hand on his shoulder. "I've prepared some meat. Come." Nafta walked after Sedus, back indoors.
The next few months Nafta leaned things like taking over control of someone's body, paralyze, control someone else's emotions. Sometimes he didn't eat for more than one day, which was a torture for him, because of his saiyan hunger. But he wanted to please Sedus, so he didn't complain.
One day, a visitor came to see Nafta. It was a strange man, a race Nafta hadn't seen before. He was green and had two antennae on his head. Sedus said he was a Namek. His name was Amon.
In bed, Nafta could hear them whispering all night long. They were talking about him.
"I see you have a student, Sedus." "Nafta. I have told of him before. You know, the boy whose father wanted to kill him." "Yes, I remember. How is he doing?" "He learns quickly. First he wasn't willing to, but I have my ways to make him to." "Does he already understand 'his place'?" "No. I didn't show it to him yet." "Why not?" "He is too young." "I think he is old enough. What if we'll show it to him tomorrow? After that it's easier to understand for him what he is doing here. I'll help." "All right. I'll prepare him tomorrow morning."
Nafta wondered what 'his place' meant. Sedus and Amon kept on talking, but Nafta couldn't hear anymore what they exactly said.
The next morning Sedus woke him up before the sun rose. Nafta was nervous. What did they want to show him?
Amon waited for him outdoors.
"Sit down Nafta." Nafta did so. "Close your eyes." Heclosed them. Sedus started talking to him. "Let your mind fly away Nafta. Concentrate on your mind. Forget your body. You don't have one. There's only your mind." Nafta didn't really understand what Sedus wanted him to do, but he concentrated. "Surrender yourself, your energy, your whole being to everything around you, Nafta. Be aware of everything around you and let everything go."
Nafta felt he was hungry. Nothing happened. He opened one eye. "Keep your eyes closed!" Nafta closed them. Still nothing happened.
He sat there for half an hour. Sedus shook his head. "I said it, he can't do it, Amon." "Of course he can't. He is a Saiyan. Saiyans can't do that. They can't be one of us." Sedus and Amon walked back indoors, leaving Nafta alone.
Nafta could feel his blood boiling in his veins. Of course he could do it! He would do it! Tears rolled down his face. He just had to do it.
Nafta started to run. He needed to express his anger on something. He had to get away from this place. He didn't want to be 'just' a Saiyan. He ran right through a mountain, through the forest, and through the black river. After hours of running he fell down. He was exhausted and had many wounds and scratches on his body. He couldn't even stand up anymore. Nafta didn't feel angry anymore, he didn't have the energy to feel angry. He was just sad. He closed his eyes. Tired.
He could hear the water of the river near, the trees around it, a bird singing, far away. It felt like his hearing had increased. Something pulled him out of body. Nafta wondered if he was dreaming. Maybe he was dying. Strange, his wounds weren't that severe. Everything around him was black at first, but after a while colors appeared. Nafta could see everything around him but in a different way. He could even see himself. And he could see, feel so much more, it was indescribable. He didn't just see the trees around him, he could SEE their lives, he could feel them. He was a part of them. Now he understood everything around him.
Next day Nafta woke up in his own bed. Amon was standing next to him. "You did well, Saiyan boy. I knew you needed to be angry first before you could accomplish this. Although, next times you should do it under full control. Control your emotions first." Nafta nodded. "Good. Sedus will continue those lessons. I will take care of your fighting lessons." "Fighting? Sedus said I wouldn't need that." "And what if you'll meet someone else hostile who can resist our techniques? By the way, you have a great potential. It would be a loss to waste it. We'll start tomorrow, after Sedus lessons." Nafta nodded again. "Our ultimate purpose is combining both ways properly. THAT would make you one of the most power full persons in the universe. Already, you know your potential, you could see it yesterday. Because you know it, it will be easier to increase your strength. Now, rest and prepare yourself for tomorrow." Nafta nodded for the last time and went back to sleep.
In the next two years Nafta learned more about what he saw, and how he could use it. He learned how to manipulate energy and life force of everything around him to kill, or to resurrect. These methods were based on surrendering your mind and energy to every living and dead being around him. They would grant what he wanted. He also learned that, in this way, he wouldn't have to die, unless someone would kill him. He could manipulate his own life force to stay alive as long as he wanted. At that point, Sedus revealed his true age was six hundred years.
Amon learned him fighting. Nafta didn't understand how he could combine this with the things he learned from Sedus. He couldn't combine this with a surrender attitude. Still he liked fighting very much. He always looked forwards to his trainings despite Amon was hard on him.
Amon told him that the perfect combination would be reached when Nafta knew how to use the right things on the right moment.
After those two years Nafta spend ten years to perfect the methods and learning how to combine them.