The Tsufurujin Race
By: Cory Kennedy
720's AD (Unknown Tsufuru-jin time)
The Saiya-jins and the Tsufuru-jins were fighting a great war, and the Tsufuru-jins inhibited the stronger Saiya-jins from their plans to come out of their caves to face the ingenious technology of their opponents. Then in the costly deadlock of both races, the balance of power was exhausted; the light of the full moon appeared first low in the fires of the mountains. The astronomical phenomenon that happened every seven year in this planet evolved the Saiya-jins into stronger giant apes, both physically and mentally. The Tsufuru-jins were unprepared against them. They no longer could demand on their technological leverage, and the Saiya-jins were too strong to fight hand to hand. The cities were destroyed or seized, and the few remaining Tsufuru-jins went underground because they had not lost all their wisdom and were not completely unprepared, just they were not serious about the plan to go down to the bunkers.
Under authority of the King of the Saiya-jins, King Vegeta, the horde stumbled upon a tempting treasure that would have benefited any race. In one of the last cities, after the end of the transformation, they captured a war prize; alive abandoned on the surface, the ruling president and his family relinquished to the Saiya-jins and given monarchical titles, for that was the only familiar government that the savage race knew. The Tsufuru-jins were dethroned to King, Queen, Princes, and Princesses. The partnership started right away to rebuild the planet, a more wasteful and brutal place.
But, hidden in the ground underneath, there existed hope; the Tsufuru-jins that had made it out thought of plans.
King Vegeta treated the Tsufuru-jin royal family well for the benefits they gave him. King Vegeta was the ruler of the Planet now, with the former rulers, the Tsufuru-jins trapped, but they had versatile minds, which could never be trapped. They had all the time to think about it. The Tsufuru-jins lived for a great amount of time.
732 AD
The new prince of the Tsufuru-jin had been birthed. His name was Jefiea. The strongest known Tsufuru-jin to the Saiya-jins was this child of the Royal Family. The Saiya-jin royal brood also had a son; he was named after his father, and called Prince Vegeta.
Deep in the tunnels and rooms of the underground, much progress has been made. They still had no true match for the brute strength of a Saiya-jins, but the aspect looked achievable. Two warriors were born, Jefiea, named after the prince, and Stucha. They had great powers too, for being so young. Science has further the ability of these Tsufuru-jins.
737 AD
Prince Vegeta clothed in shoulder supported Saiya-jin armour fought against a Tsufuru-jin named Jefiea who was hailed as Prince of the Tsufuru-jins. Prince Jefiea only wore garments of light fabric, and right now in physical activity wore red shorts and shirt with low cut arms and buoyant white shoes of foam, leather and plastics, unlike Prince Vegeta who had heavy white boots. While Vegeta's features of his Saiya-jin genetics allowed for weight training at the age of five, Prince Jefiea was lanky with a soothing face with waves of black hair pouring down his pale face.
What amazed Saiya-jins and the watching eyes of the underground Tsufuru-jins regime was that Prince Jefiea was stronger than anticipated. Two young Tsufuru-jin observers watched on top of high roof of one of the buildings that were now the Saiya-jin royal palace to a window of a lower building that two princes fought.
The two onlookers were far stronger than the untrained Prince Jefiea. They were scouters, Jefiea looking over Stucha's black short hair. They were five, the same age as Prince Vegeta and Prince Jefiea. Jefiea the scouter may have been mistaken for a Saiya-jin with his stout body typical of young third class warriors, but his blonde hair would have given him away being prickly like a Saiya-jin's but not the colour or elevation. Stucha had no luck with his frame almost completely skeletal.
"Who do you think is going to win, Stucha?" Jefiea cheerfully asked. Stucha gave Jefiea a tiresome expression.
"Who do you think? There is an acceptably trained Saiya-jin or the untrained Tsufuru-jin?" Stucha said. "Remember, we are smarter than any Saiya-jin; we must use that. Our power will be with our intelligence, not the weak body though improved by contemporary technology. Without the distinguished height of his technology on our physical competence being pristine in us, I suspect if we could go one better than the Saiya-jins ever in their nature to be so disturbingly strong. Even the tales and myths that they hold and our race has thrown away speak of available power, like I expect of many races, but I must have extraordinary evidence for extraordinary theories."
They watched as Prince Vegeta hovered over the fallen Prince Jefiea. Jefiea and Stucha threw their attendant aside from the fight. They concentrated. "There are two Saiya-jin guards, both females." Stucha telepathically dispatched to Jefiea. Jefiea nodded to Stucha. The Saiya-jins identified them and approached. "What are you doing here, invading the space of the royal family? You are under arrest." The first Saiya-jin said.
"Let's use their depleted intelligence instead of running, Stucha."
The Saiya-jins asked for there names. The next commandment was for Stucha and Jefiea to stand near the wall, in order to place the restrains on them. Stucha blinked at Jefiea, who blinked back to Stucha. "How do you know that these can hold us?" Stucha said. The Saiya-jins negligently moved back and curiously looked at Stucha. They were towering over Stucha.
"Saiya-jins are such fools, when they know they are Saiya-jins. I bet she will break this down to the customary Saiya-jin intention." Jefiea thought, then contrived the wording to manipulate them. "If you were unable to break these cuffs, when you placed them upon yourself, there will be not doubt in my mind that I couldn't break it. Which one is stronger? If you both had them on, then you can also see which one is stronger too."
The Saiya-jins handed Jefiea and Stucha the cuffs. They placed the cuffs on the Saiya-jins. They attempted to fracture them, but were unable to disengage the cuffs "Ok, so we can't break them. Either can she or your weak race. So let us go." One of the Saiya-jins demanded.
"Do you really what that?" Stucha said.
"Yes." The other Saiya-jin said. Stucha and Jefiea pulled out there rapiers, and with swift reflexes cut the Saiya-jins' heads off, which fell to the ground.
"Day comes soon, Stucha. We must go." Jefiea said. "Tomorrow, we will converse to the Prince. The sun raises, and the Saiya-jins awake. They have exposed weaknesses of individuals and sometimes pairs, but they become objects in groups that I wish to not deal with ever."
"Ah, Jefiea," Stucha sighed cleaning off his rapier on the dark cloak of one of the defeated Saiya-jins. "I do not fear Saiya-jins in any structure. Our pair has gone a long route and if we are not three of a perfect pair, then letting us maneuver together that is what I wish. Our ambition is pure and attainable, so I don't believe that we covet this planet as it is. Things move on, and our race does not want to stop. If we do exactly what the Saiya-jins did, then we would have other masters to please and that do us little good. If the Saiya-jins want the overseer, Freeza, I would agree and allow them to bow down to him. But, I want another world with no violence, so make me useless soon."
Jefiea and Stucha came from an elevator. They walked to a small room, where they were cleaned of any contaminations and scanned. The room was called the Check Clean; it was metal, with many small holes in it. A window opened to the side wall. "Please relinquish your weapons." The voice said. Jefiea and Stucha got their swords out and placed them through the window. Other weapons that they withdrew amassed without any trace of origin. After, they walked to the key digitizer, and waved their key cards to open a door. The key card that Stucha held inadvertently wiped out a short blade that made Jefiea jerk.
"Where do I get that toy?" Jefiea asked as they walked into the white room with many desks. A person walked up to Stucha and Jefiea.
"The counsel will like a moment of your time." He said. Stucha rubbed his eyes.
"Did they say why? We have been getting in late these latest nights. We need sleep, and must not be bothered." Jefiea said. The person gave them a shrug, and went on with his day.
Stucha and Jefiea sat at the leader's desk. "This news of you not getting Prince Jefiea is unsatisfactory. Tomorrow, I want the Prince here save." Comede yelled with authority that produced untapped vigor in the two.
"But sir, there is no need for alarm; the Prince is in the finer hands of the Saiya-jins. He can't be seen with us for safety. He does not need to be taken yet. Just last night, he trained with Prince Vegeta." Jefiea said. Comede slapped his arm against the desk.
"Freeza will destroy the planet, we all see this. And Freeza has eyes set on the influential Prince Vegeta to be on a ship, yet our Prince is still bonded to this land. Try every thing in your power to get him at his own will; he is still are Prince, and his will are our ways." Comede claimed. "You will begin your new work slot; for the day shift. We have Saiya-jin tails, which we made. These will keep you out of eyes to the Saiya-jins. I said eyes, not noses; you stay away from that soap. We had word that King Vegeta will be sending Prince Jefiea to the upscale barracks, for training. Following him will be easy, but harder yet protecting him. Make sure that all your records of the school's computer will agree with the cover up. For now on, you are working the days. You might want to wear these sunglasses for your eyes are not used to the sun. You are dismissed."
Prince Jefiea walked into the Saiya-jin throne room as requested. The room was long with an extensive view over the city. He walked to King Vegeta and bowed. "What is your wish?" Prince Jefiea said. "My service is at your decree."
"At ease, Prince of the Tsufuru-jins. I have seen your power, and forthrightly, you lack proper training and that disturbs me that the most talented in the race of few left would have his ability as a potential warrior not inscribe in his line's last epitome." Said the king, never before or after giving such a chance for one last endeavor to deliver a fight, but only Prince Jefiea ever provoked any investment of King Vegeta and had not been a Saiya-jin. "Thousands of years of technology have done your people very little, and only to passively aid the completion of the Saiya-jins. You can add a fruit to the bare tree of your species; so, prepare in my time of lenience for your type for being unworthy to fall under the direct power of the Saiya-jins. I command that you enter a barrack; the only one not trained by the ways of Freeza."
"I will draw from the nurture of my roots."
"Fool!" King Vegeta yelled. He said back in his throne and looked out the grand window onto his land. He pondered unlike a Saiya-jin, in a long respite, for it stumped him that he always had expected Prince Jefiea to behave more like a Saiya-jin, with more action and less thinking. "Intelligence puts the body at the greatest risk, for a too deep of a thought will bring the body more than it needs to survive. But has my ancestry born boulders solid and robust to act as living slugs for Freeza. He has cunning and strength, which would need too much more force to score, and would need for intelligence alone no body for him to attack. Now, one day, for I own your life, I wish that you would kill Freeza using the wisdom you already have and the strength to come."
They talked a bit before Prince Jefiea walked out the door.
Jefiea and Stucha were on the ledge at the side of the window.
"Did you hear that brother?" Jefiea said. "We know the place, now with haste, we will join."
Fleetingly, they both looked both looked down from the soaring shelf then hurdled down to the ground. They landed simultaneously and rolled back from their toes to their backs to their hands to a stretched handspring to progress them to their feet. A creaking door roused their ears and they parted aside two columns that set sideways of the opening door. With their backs to the wall, they put their hands and feet behind the pillars and climbed up with interweaving limbs. "Who's there?"
Prince Vegeta marched out the door. He walked a few yards out of the doorway to take some air in his nose and examined the ground closely and carefully. Two long patterns while unsuspicious alone eulogized each other with a perfect replica of the other. He tracked the direction of the paths and with a shadow in his outer view, he saw a figure dart out of the right column along the wall and quickly saw other exiting the other column escaping in the other direction. He looked back to the first figure that fled, and followed in that direction and turned the corner.
But, Stucha and Jefiea had returned to their out of sight positions once Vegeta converged his concentration on the fleeing shade. Shortly, the domain of the palace had operators at spotlights on high flat rooftops. Spotlights searched the grounds of alleys and main passages. This had not been the first instance that Vegeta has tried to catch these two young intruders; this had been going no since the first night that they first trespassed, and many more times, as the game developed with something new each time to challenge the unknown, unwelcome visitors. The statistics on them included Saiya-jin, very young, and eloquent moving, which aroused Vegeta's rage more that the two evaded him always by the smallest margin of victory. The spotlights were the fresh obstacle to falter this escape.
The sirens signaled stridently. Prince Vegeta floated above the buildings exploring. "Why can't I catch them?" He asked in frustration. His cape flapped at his side as the cold wind came from behind. Down out of the main palace, King Vegeta judged the havoc. Guards minded the king at a distance trying to look engaged in other pursuits.
Vegeta returned in the early morning after questioning guards who reported no speculations to the damage to the new search lights, or having obscure read outs on in the history log of their scouters, a head device that attracted to the ear and on a wire held to the closest eye a green screen no bigger than an eye socket displaying information about fighting level and power level, which was heisted from Tsufuru-jin technology. He walked into the throne room to see a thin Tsufuru-jin in a multihued robe reading to King Vegeta. "Are you presenting me the intruders?" King Vegeta laughed loudly with no body restraint as he tilted forward to intensify the laugh. Anger fostered in the young prince, but he shrewdly stifled the appearance under his skin.
"It would be easier if some other prince could help around here." Vegeta scorned.
"I have sent Prince Jefiea away on training to the barracks, The Royal Barracks. Maybe when he comes back you can go down on your knees and plead for help." He repeated his mocking laugh to hassle his son who had his vision frequently out the window standing far away from his father. Vegeta disputed his reservation he had outshone his father; he knew being the progeny of a warrior would have nurtured him to replace the old fast, but he could not have mistaken a laugh brashly to be wrong and the upset his father for being weak. Maybe his father was ashamed he had not been overthrown so far, which was only a glimpse of the indignity if his son had tried and fell short. "He spoke briefly before being escorted to the barracks, and he discussed his preference to books over training, or he redundantly put it, physical training. I am interested to see what hidden gift is dormant in this noble. A challenge for you someday I anticipate, but as a Tsufuru-jin, he might make the oath never hurt a Saiya-jin again. They are a weird race that is far too gallant who will serve their enemies for enlightenment.
But, you would not want this to happen to Prince Jefiea. You would want to follow the Saiya-jin way and kill him, because you taunt me for treating him too much like a son, but you have your own views of that he is your brother, that one day you most kill or be killed by their hands."
"He will never kill me!" Vegeta looked his father in the eyes and proclaimed. The sunlight crept into the elevated window of the throne room.
"So you regard him your brother, and a menace to your rank as my first born son because of his mysterious scent buried under his cleanness." King Vegeta said. "I smell it too, and I was told before you were born that a Saiya-jin born without a tail would defeat the enslaver of this race."
"If such a power exists, it belongs to me alone. Your prophet speaks nothing but riddles."
"You may well be genuine. But he said that it would be a boy of my line to kill Freeza, and it seems impractical to me also, but I treat Prince Jefiea like a son for hope."
"There is no hope left in that race. Did, Prince Jefiea happen to say anything about say about catching the intruders?" Vegeta asked as if wanting to know if his father's hope was not totally in vain; and if Prince Jefiea had anything of importance to catch the trespassers.
"He told me that the two people terrorizing this palace were outside the throne room while talking to him." King Vegeta said. "He said that any one who values their life should not pursue the two for they have been getting stronger and wiser every time you missed them, and nothing he knows of could have grown so fast."
On the front steps of the palace, Prince Jefiea slipped on a deep green cap over his short black hair. Before leaving the steps in the early morning, he looked away from the sun and onto the palace, which was the last cultural contribution his species had made, and the smooth curves, sharp corners, sturdy pillars, steady arcades and stunning ledges showed the stability of what the Tsufuru-jins made, but the walls were infected with twists and stone monsters that the Saiya-jins demanded of the Tsufuru engineer.
Inside the palace, through the two large doors, light extended deftly to put the hallway adorned with carpets, shields and pennants. Turning away with a bag on his back, and arriving to the barracks with more supplies previously arranged for him, the Prince of the Tsufuru-jins started to walk in the direction of the space craft in the hanger. Before he got to the metal door sculpted into the cliff side of the Palace, Vegeta floated down behind him.
"Prince Jefiea," he said, still floating a bit, and Prince Jefiea unable to fly looked up to Prince Vegeta who scowled, for now this exhibition of supremacy would be the last meeting of the two for a while as Prince Jefiea embarked after a short interrogation, to the barracks where Prince Vegeta trained himself. The power Vegeta gained from this instruction caught the eye of Freeza who insisted on additional time with the Prince. "Why bother with words; you know why I am here."
"You need not fret my visit to Freeza. He knows what I am, and finds me as much harmless as appealing. I can only hope he doesn't keep me as a pet to verify his riches in this universe. My fear for him is altogether in good fun amusement; he is too formidable to see the different at my current strength, future strength, or if I required assistance from a human of the planet Earth to pick my deteriorated self to move about from my death bed to my final resting place." Said Prince Jefiea and Prince Vegeta grasped what he was getting at when he would meet with Freeza to discuss his case to leave the palace pertaining to a rule of all residents of the palace to get special permission from Freeza to keep traces of the vital members of Planet Vegeta. "Ha, I even wonder if I can astonish Freeza with what ever knowledge I picked up from the other Tsufuru-jins, but I doubt that since Freeza has resources to fill the whole palace domain with books and high scholars who have a better story than me to tell. I will be the first Tsufuru-jin he has communicated with after the war, and then the only communication was far away, but I have heard it impressed him what he picked up, though he did not have the technology to respond to it in time. I suppose he wants to know if all the fuss he heard about us is true as he got closer to here and the myth grew, and I'm sad for him that it is only a myth. I have some history, but I can't back it up with knowledge or evidence, so I am anxious he will think it only an over blown story. In the best case, I am the first of my kind he will see, and I hope he can enjoy that experience."
"You must not be so careless and lighthearted around Freeza. He is going to want to have obedience from you." Vegeta explained, and lowered himself to the ground. "Do not do anything without his permission, and keep your sentences short unless he wants more; don't go off on one of your long winded say everything you think."
"He will want something special from me, not what a Saiya-jin will do."
"That is precisely what I am telling you not to do. If you are not Freeza, or one of his breed, then you will act like the other races."
"Oh no, he has come a long way to see one of my own. This is not a physical matter; he wants to appraise his intelligence, his mental strength, by the Tsufuru-jin saga he has come to know, and will not wish to have me hold back." He rationalized his bold approach to a game played opposite of a creature that did not like to lose in all of his life as he had been brought up come first searching far and hard for challenges, and he had set his sights on Planet Plant (now Planet Vegeta) to talk to an elegant sort to find a different planet run by what he had no seen in a longer time than a challenge of intelligence, which was a test of strength, a potential one, the best one he had seen in his long life. After having heard of the Saiya-jins and their hold of a few remaining Tsufuru-jins, his curiosity in them grew as King Vegeta kept them away, like a precious secret in a stalwart coveted lock box. King Vegeta had given up that anonymity of power, and Freeza truly had a strong desire to know everything that was worth hiding, the evidence was there to raise his awareness to the compelling hearsay, which he judge to be the most highly regarded intelligence next to the greatness of the legend of his own brute force. Freeza wanted to know what went wrong; he wanted to know the truth and most of all he yearned for the authority over the gift. The greatest mind under the greatest muscle was mind consuming, and once Freeza put his mind on something, it was his. "I'm a bit nervous; what if he doesn't like my favourite hat?"
Vegeta shook off that question, and let Prince Jefiea open the door and go up the stairway mumbling about the meeting. "Should I open with a good humoured limerick?"