Age 676

Crying is heard inside of a small dome hut in the warm desolate deserts of Planet Plant. A large saiyan man puts a fur blanket around the infant of whom is crying and gives the baby some energy.

"My son, as to your birth, you mark the next generation of the ancient Kuz family of the Planet Saiyan." said Kuzumos, the boy's father. "Tis not be without power, be without wisdom."

Kuzumos and his female partner, Ololas, carried the boy outside to show him to some of the other Saiyans in the village. The other Saiyans were more violent and blood thirsty, but the Kuz family was but the opposite, and was known as that for many years ahead.

"His power sense is strong." said one of the Saiyans looking at the baby. "I can just feel that he will grow up to be, once again, another strong one, just like his father."

The sun beat down on the village, like most villages of the planet, in the outskirts of the Tuffle cities of which lined the vast oceans. Huts of Saiyans lined the cliffs and the cliff-sides, the mountains, the valleys, full of the sSaiyan people, forced back to their barbaric states, after their home planet (Planet Saiyan) was destroyed almost a thousand years prior. Lack of food was not a problem though, as many wild deranged animals filled the countryside with plentiful bounty.

Kuzumos took his baby boy into the hut to wash him and to begin training his tail. His 8 other Saiyan children were looking in the hut to see their half-brother be born (they are children of Kuzumos and his previous two wives).

"So, is this going to be our only child? When are we going to rid of him, to the elders?" asked the boy's Saiyan mother.

"Don't speak like that. We must train this boy in the arts of the Kuz. If you fare not the time, then leave my, our, presence at once." says Kuzumos and a forceful voice.

"I will keep to myself then. I am going to go out and train out in the desert with the other Saiyans. They have been ticking me off lately with their big cocky attitudes. Be back later." says Ololas as she flies out of the hut, into vast nowhere.

The baby's hair is brown and spiky. His tail wiggles to the sound of Saiyans training behind the hut. He is going to be a powerful warrior one day, a possible legend of the Saiyan kind, forever and more. Kuzumos walks to the top of a hill, and holds Kuzoh towards the location of where their home planet used to be.

"Shall I name him ... Kuzoh!" chants Kuzumos into the air.