WARNING!: This story deals with DARK themes, character deaths, and topics of abuse, S.A, and self-harm.
Throughout the galaxy, war is waged- few survive. There were only two options: yield or die; very rarely was there a third option.
Of the races that had set out to conquer other planets in search of resources, the Saiyan race was not the most efficient, but they were the most effective. Resources were a secondary objective; if anything, they were scouring the galaxy for a challenge. Having destroyed their original planet and then conquering their new home: Planet Vegeta, they did the same with the others within their galaxy, even loaning out their armies to those willing to pay the right price.
And that's how they gained the attention of the Furiza Shuzuko: Frost Demons. The Frost demons were a mysterious serpent-like species with only a hand full known to exist. Having been traveling the galaxy for decades, conquering and subjugating the entire universe, they had no goal other than to rule.
The Saiyan race was graced with that rare third option: to serve. And for a time, it worked; their race was bloodthirsty from the start, bred with the purpose of battle and conquest in their blood, and they grew stronger with every battle. It's why they were deemed worthy of that third option and were later sentenced to death.
Their impending doom hung heavy in the air, although only a few knew it to be coming.