High in the sky above, the clouds were shaking off their winter greys. The residents of the Look-Out, home to the guardian of Earth, were glad that the spring sun chased away the cold air, and that they could now go outside without a scarf.

The Look Out's high-ceilinged library was in shambles, books strewn across surfaces and misplaced into shelves; the product of much complacent use in the cold months. A spring cleaning was in order, and was left in the charge of Dende and Gohan, who had insisted on helping out.

Standing up from inspecting the base of an imposing stack of tomes, Gohan pushed his glasses back in place and ran a hand through his short hair. He looked up toward Dende, the teen Namekian humming to himself while scrutinizing a shelf for misplaced volumes near the top of the bookcase.

"Hey, Dende."

"Just a second." Dende grabbed a book from the shelf, and floated down to the floor near Gohan, placing the book on a stack. "What is it?"

"I was wondering about that song.", Gohan leaned back against a table. "I've never heard it before."

"Oh. It's an old Namekian folk song. It tells the story of how my people came to be."

"Neat.", Gohan raised his eyebrows in interest. "Do you know the words?"

"Well, yes, of course, but they're in Namekian."

"I don't suppose you have an English version?", Gohan smiled half-heartedly.

Dende shook his head. "No, English words have too many syllables to fit properly, but...", Dende raised a hand to his mouth a moment, "I guess it'd be alright if I just tell it to you." He leaned on the edge of a table opposite Gohan.

"Sure. I could use a break anyhow."

Dende looked around the library for a minute, collecting his thoughts, then began his tale.

This story starts as far back as anyone can recall, which is as close the beginning as you can ever get. It is said that there were two brothers of equal strength; the elder fashioned from the vast cold of space, the younger from the warmth of a thousand-year sun.

The Sun brother had the power to create, so he made bodies for himself and for his brother, and they set themselves down on a nearby planet, already teeming with life below it's vast freshwater oceans. Wanting to share the beauty of their new home, the Sun brother created an intelligent race in their image; the first Namekians.

Soon enough a strong society was formed, and they gave thanks and praised the Sun brother, who was given status as a God. They bestowed upon him the name Yceli, meaning brilliance.

During all this the elder brother watched from a shadow of jealousy. Often during this time, noises were heard in the night, and in the morning things were found torn up and scattered. Malicious acts surely, but none were ever harmed. The Namekians suspected the elder brother, and as a precaution named him God as well; Brixtin, meaning consequence.

Still not as popular as his brother, Brixtin's jealousy only continued to consume him, and he turned to pray on his brother's most beloved creations. During the night he was so recently named Lord of, by way of using transformational magics, he found his way into the homes and beds of the people; killing, destroying relationships and trust among neighbours.

Yceli, who also slept during the night, was made aware of this by the most recent Namekian Brixtin had taken advantage of. His outrage great, Yceli called his brother from the shadows, and demanded to know why his brother would want to destroy what they had built. Brixtin didn't speak, but instead lashed out towards his brother, consumed by hatred.

Their fierce confrontation split open the sky and caused the oceans to boil, but with the faith of his people rallying behind him, Yceli emerged victorious, banishing his brother back to the cold prison of space.

Wishing the best for his people, he created two more suns, so they would never fear the grip of night again. Fearing that his brother had tainted them, he changed their bodies to avoid such debauchery, and altered them so only the young innocents would need to sleep.

After these great feats, he bid his creations farewell, as he needed to rest, and promised that if Brixtin should ever return, he will return as well.

"And did they ever come back?", Gohan was leaning inwards.

"I don't think so. Not that I was ever told."

"It seems you weren't told a lot." Piccolo emerged from behind a bookcase.

The other two looked at him quizzically. "What'd'you mean?", Gohan asked.

"The version I know takes it in another direction.", he leaned on the bookcase. "The basic story is the same, but the details are different. Yceli creates the Namekian race, but Brixtin takes an interest and goes to live amongst them as an equal. Yceli wants to do the same, but everywhere he goes he's recognized and revered. He gets frustrated and becomes jealous of his brother.

The Namekians invite Brixtin into their homes, so he can have a place to rest during the day. Then at night, while Brixtin is away, Yceli destroys the rooms that his brother had stayed in, and manages to convince others that Brixtin had done it.

No longer welcome, Brixtin tries to find somewhere else to rest, and is let into the home of a Namekian who hasn't been convinced by Yceli. Soon enough, the Namekian is more devoted to Brixtin than to Yceli, and Yceli's jealous turns to anger. He calls out his brother, and Brixtin tries to explain, but Yceli attacks.

Fuelled by his rage and his people's misplaced trust, Yceli uses magic to destroy Brixtin's left hand and eye. But being a god of creation, his eye is replaced with a blue glass and his hand with one made of wooden clockwork, white like the trees on Namek.

Victorious, Yceli declares that from then on, as punishment for his crimes, anything living Brixtin touches will die. Not wanting any harm to come to the people by his hand, Brixtin leaves. Not satisfied by his brothers retreat, Yceli chases after him. As he goes, he leaves it so darkness can not return and so no one can be devoted to anyone but him."

"T-that can't be right." Dende looks at the floor, distressed.

"I didn't say that it was right.", Piccolo looks over at Dende. "It's just what I've heard."

"What you've heard? Haven't you been on Earth most of your life?", Dende frowns. "Nobody on Namek knows that version, I know that much. So where did you hear it?"

A/N: Yes, I wonder.

A few years back, before the introduction of gods into the Dragonball franchise (the Kaio-shin don't count), I had three god OCs of my own; my Namekian brothers Brixtin and Yceli, who only got his name now, and my Sayian goddess Tae (Tay, an anagram of tea), because if there's anything a male Sayian should fear, it's angering a female one.

Anyhow, due to evolution and things, everything has a reason for the way they are, so I figured, why not a Namekian race headcannon? Hardly any background is given in the show except for "the Grand Elder was the only one to survive this weird-ass bout of shit weather, so he spat all of us up to repopulate the planet". Okay, that's a lie, one kid was shipped off to Earth where he ended up as the Nameless Namek - Kami & King Piccolo - Piccolo Jr. - Kamiccolo, but whatever.

Also, part of this headcannon that I couldn't really find a place to put it is that the Dragon Clan were originally a following of Yceli's, which makes the Warrior Clan Namekians Brixtin's. It fits well considering the views of Dende and Piccolo, too.

Have any of your own race headcannons? If so, drop a comment, I'd love to hear them! And thank you for reading!