Okay, first and foremost, I'm not a saiyan obviously.
I have part saiyan in me from the merger with Molasses.
And no I'm not human either.
I'm a Kaleesh.
And now you probably sit there wondering what is a Kaleesh?.
Well I'll make this clear and simple.
My race was a minor one in the universe, we lived quietly and peacefully.
We prayed to the gods and angels we worshiped and we lived happily.
Everyday bringing back food and water from our desert planet.
But one night the sound of a roaring battle in space forced us out of our night hibernation.
It was the saiyans they were at war with another planet out of our atmosphere and control.
The battle was raging onward torward much death and destruction.
The elders of the village warned the people of forecoming danger by the saiyan race.
And despite all odds we called them fools until the next morning.
Apparently after the battle ended the saiyans spotted our planet.
The next ting we knew we were captured by the saiyan army before we had a chance to flee.
We became there slaves aboard a massive warship in space destined for Planet Frieza.
Noting that he rather he die then be a slave to anyone a young kaleesh teenager went to the engines and placed on a bomb on them.
As soon as the bomb detonated the ship started to split in half.
And if I wasn't half as lucky as I was that night I wouldn't have fell into the other half of the ship.
Amongst no one but myself.
The other half exploded, initiating the extinction of my race.
Soon my half of the ship, the unused portion crashed through the atmosphere of a volcanic planet.
I was only 5 years old when I landed for the first time on that horrid planet.
I was frightened as the horrible tyrant known as Hawk temporarily adopted me into his kingdom.
As I was lead to an empty bedroom Hawk was silent.
But my fears were raging.