Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT/Super or any of its movies or games. I did however create the OC Calaphor.

Rated M for violence and some mild language.

Prologue

Long ago, before Son Goku's adventures on earth, before even the destruction of Planet Vegeta, there existed two races. The barbaric saiyans, who were hell bent on destroying the technologically advanced tuffles. The tuffles had weapons that could fend off the saiyans, and devices that could detect energy signatures, as well as how strong an opponent was. One day, suddenly, the saiyans began attacking tuffle cities everywhere. There were many battles, some won by tuffles. But the saiyans won their fair share of battles. All over the planet the tuffles best and brightest began devising ways to stop and or defeat the saiyans. Scientists developed weapons or biological machines or beings to combat the attacks. One such scientist was using the DNA of a saiyan that had one day captured a tuffle and forced the tuffles to build him a ship. The saiyan's name was Calaphor. The ship was built and he got into it and it took off. However, the ship supposedly malfunctioned, and the saiyan was killed. While the tuffles were in such close proximity to the saiyan, they took several samples of his DNA, like hair, skin, and blood to analyze. With this information, this specific scientist planned to create a hybrid saiyan and tuffle. Others wanted to use their technology to destroy the saiyans. This scientist wanted to stop the fighting between the two races. He wanted to make a bridge between the saiyans and tuffles. But first, we go back to the first Calaphor, the full blooded saiyan one. The one that was caught in an explosion in a ship.

" HA! Little freak! I have you now tuffle trash! " A rough and cruel voice was heard far out into the night.

" HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME! SAIYANS! SAIYAN INTRUDER! HELP! " A shrill panicked voice shouted for help.

" Shut up! Unless you want me to snap your neck and hold your corpse for ransom! You might even make a decent snack! HAHAHA!" The deeper cruel voice laughed knowing that he had a hostage.

Many tuffles heard the calls, the shouts. Soon the tuffle defenses were set up, and the saiyan was surrounded.

" Release the tuffle now, saiyan! Or face death at the hands of our weapons!" A voice spoke out, commanding but the saiyan could easily tell that they were not in control.

" I will do no such thing! If you want this filth then you will do as I say! I am coming into the open, fire and this one and you all will die!"

Now Calaphor came out into the open holding the smaller male tuffle in his hand. He had a smirk on his face and walked towards the tuffles.

" T-that's close enough! Stay back! " The fear in the commanding voice was more obvious now.

" I want a ship. A ship large enough to get me off the planet so I can spread destruction! I will stay here until it is built. You have a week before I come to get my ship. Bring food for me and this weakling. " Laughing once again, Calaphor stepped back and went back into the small cave near the edge of the tuffle city.

The scientists worked diligently. They could not allow the saiyan to kill the tuffle. It was against everything they stood for to let someone die at the hands of such a barbaric creature. They even disliked killing saiyans, even though sometimes it was necessary. So they built a ship for the saiyan. Due to their good nature, they could not bring themselves to build the ship to explode as it left, though several scientists had wanted to. Soon it was built and the week was up it may have been rushed, and cost a great many resources to build, but it was done. Calaphor walked into the city, stepping through the streets, his ship taller than almost any and all of the tuffle's buildings. He laughed and headed to the ship, the door opened and it was a fairly wide ship for only being about twenty feet taller than himself. It had enough space for him to sit, stand, and lay down. It also had enough space to store supplies, which some were put into it. As he got onto the ship on the landing pad just outside of the city, he tossed the weak and injured tuffle to the crowd of guards that had their weapons trained on him. This caused momentary distraction, enough for the ship hatch to close and take off. He was finally getting off this rock! He would show the universe the might of a saiyan! The power of Calaphor! He could spread terror in the name of the saiyans. It lifted off quickly and made it into the upper atmosphere before... boom. The ship exploded in a brilliant flash and small bits of rubble rained down. No sign of the saiyan could be found, so the tuffles cautiously went on with their lives. Oblivious of the danger they would soon be in. They had no idea that other saiyans had heard about Calaphor's plan and shot down his ship themselves. They couldn't let someone so weak get to leave the planet. Especially someone who would let the tuffles live when he had them in a dire situation. The fool deserved his death. Now they only had to wipe out the tuffles and take their resources for themselves to build a ship. The full moon was almost upon them.

It was horrible. Suddenly, as night fell, the moon rose. The saiyan's had been going for a quiet approach at first, but when the moonlight cast upon them they were caught. Out gunned by tuffle defenses, it seemed like this group of saiyans were doomed. They looked up into the sky, and then it happened. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Suddenly, all the saiyans grew. They grew taller, wider, heavier, stronger. The tuffle's were horrified. Their screams echoed into the night. All across the planet, as night fell each city of tuffles was completely obliterated. 24 hours of utter Hell unleashed upon the tuffle race.

The building shook, some on the outskirts of the city collapsed. The saiyans had transformed into Oozaru, their great ape forms. This was a rare occurrence, as the full moon on Planet Plant rarely shows itself. They were rampaging around the planet. A literal wave of destruction as the saiyans across the planet changed and destroyed throughout the city would be one of the last to fall. The building our story takes us to next would be one of the last to fall as well, due to it being in the center of the city.

A women spoke out. " Enough! You must leave now father! Something has happened, we lost contact with the eastern flank defenders. "

" The saiyans' have power beyond anything we could have anticipated. I don't know how, but our people will soon be gone. You must take the escape pod- before it is too late." Now an old man spoke.

" You know I could never leave him father. He is everything to me. I will stay, take your research. Save our people! You may be the only one.. The others seem lost in getting revenge. They do not want peace. But you can save us. "

The building shook, and the woman, tears in her eyes helped her father gather his research and helped him into the escape pod. He was sad that he could not save her. But she refused to leave without her husband.. The fool had gone to fight against the saiyans assault. Something had happened, in the middle of the night. Suddenly the building began to break apart. The pod began lifting off, readying to shoot out into space. His dear daughter picked up a weapon and guarded the door. A giant foot smashed into the building, and that was the last he saw of his daughter. The ship flew quickly away, and he saw giant apes obliterating the city. He knew now that his people were doomed.. not even he being alive could do much. He had to last as long as he could, to preserve his race.

He had to keep his mind off of what he had seen... The end of his people. Even though hours had passed, tears streamed down his face and he clutched the papers of his research close to him. How could they have failed.. For all he knew he was the last tuffle. At least he had enough genetic material gathered to be able to synthesize and produce some zygotes for hybrids to be grown. He would need to build a lab on a remote secluded world. As soon as his ship made it out of the atmosphere, then the star system, the tuffle sat for the longest time in his grief. A scouter he had saved beeped, showing a large drop in the powers on the planet plant as the sun rose. He wiped his face and programmed coordinates for the nearest planet he could get resources from.

It had been a few years since the near extinction of the tuffle race. At least one old scientist knew he had survived. He had been working hard to complete his work of a saiyan tuffle hybrid, but the genetic code was hard to crack. The tuffles had been just beginning to do so of their own DNA. Starting the work on the saiyans.. it was difficult work. Even now he had barely made any progress since his fleeing the planet Plant. Now he sat in his subterranean lab on a small unassuming planet in the southern quadrant of the galaxy. He knew it would be dangerous to leave this galaxy, so he settled for as far away from the Saiyans and their new world as possible.

" Ah, it seems Test Subject 162 is coming along well. Perhaps the genetic splicing of the cells in a protected and controlled environment is better than repeatedly testing more organic lines of testing. However Test Subject 145 is also progressing.. oh my.. that is disheartening. It seems Test Subjects 132-145 have failed and died.. and all subjects 146-161 have failed from lack of energy to provide enough life force for them to be sustained. However starting with subject 162 they seem to be working better.. I will have to look into what could be causing the chemical reactions that has allowed enough energy to sustain life."

The old man had not recruited any assistance for his work, he would not put the fate of his entire race in the hands of another. No, this was his burden to bare. He would not fail his daughter.. his people. So he diligently continued working, sure that one day he would complete his work. If he didn't, it would mean the end, the final end of the tuffles. He would refuse to allow that to happen. He must protect his work as well. There are many dangers on this planet, as well as the universe in general. There have been noises coming from outside the entrance of his lab for the last few days...

" Finally.. It is completed. After so many years.. my work is finally done. It seems fitting to name this unique specimen.. Calaphor. After the saiyan from which he draws that side of his genes. I shall allow him to live the life of his choosing. He will not be forced into dark deeds, he may only commit those crimes should he choose to do so. But even with that saiyan DNA, he also has tuffle DNA. He has a capacity to be a good person. "

The tuffle looked into the cryo tube that held the hybrid, who would soon be sent off to live whatever life he chose to. At first he will be confused. So many memories he has been given.. He will have much to contemplate. So he would be sent to a planet where no innocent people could be harmed. He would hopefully find someone who could get him off the planet and he could begin to discover who he is and why he was created. The old tuffle did not have long now. He was old, quite possibly the only tuffle to have lived this long. But his work was what was driving him to create the hybrid. How much good will this do? He had no idea at this point. The cryotube soon blasted off and headed away from the tuffle's lab and soon the planet.

" Goodbye, Calaphor. Good luck with discovering who you are. I am sorry I never had the opportunity to speak to you.. but it would be best that you not know who I am.. at least for now. "

The scientist had no idea what he would do now.. He had dedicated all of his time to this for the last several decades. He had grown Calaphor but the hybrid would not be able to have conscious thought fully until he was thawed out on the alien world he was not being sent to. He decided to first sit down and rest. He could use a little rest..

" Robot 36, could you assist me to my quarters? " He had spare time enough to build robotic assistants. When one broke down he either repaired it or built a new one. They helped him get around his underground lab so he could save his energy. Though now he would rarely have to leave his quarters, due to his work finally being done.

The robot complied, serving its creator faithfully. Picking up the small man, he carried him down halls and into a small room, where he laid him on his bed

" Thank you, that will be all 36. You may go shut down for the night. " The robot then turned and left the room to return to its charging station.

" I am glad I was able to assist you sir. " As the robot signed off, the old tuffle scientist sighed.

"If only I could have let him out here.. I could have explained things to him. But with the Devourer roaming the planet's surface above I had to send him off. Had I not his energy would have drawn that abomination here and eventually the two would have fought. Calaphor at that point would have been no match for the Devourer. Maybe soon he will be strong enough.. a power level of 6,000 isn't as much as the Devourer has at 10,000.. Oh well. I will have to hope he stays as far from me and this world until he is strong. In fact, it may be best if he never learns of me at all. He may succumb to his saiyan DNA... But I must not forget. He also carries tuffle DNA in him. He may one day be a warrior, a defender of good perhaps.. possibly wishful thinking but it is enough for now. " With that he began dozing peacefully.

Author's note: Calaphor gained a power level of 7,000 after being thawed out of the cryo-tube. Only a 1,000 point increase, but that would feel like a lot for the tuffle who had only seen power levels that high on Planet Plant with the Oozaru running around.