In the infinite expanse of the universe, inhabited by celestial ensembles of stars, galaxies, and cosmic dust, exists an iconic blue planet, known as Planet Vegeta. Its name, a homage to the legendary Saiyan King Vegeta, resonates with the courage, strength, and indomitable spirit of the Saiyan race.
Planet Vegeta is cradled by a vibrant society of Saiyan warriors, individuals built with formidable strength and indomitable ambitions. Leading the mantle of Planet Vegeta, the Saiyans are known for their destructively powerful abilities and their boundless thirst for battle. Resilient and proud, the Saiyans are intrinsically a warrior race, always eager to leap into the battleground and test their prowess.
In the midst of such chaos and might, there lives a young and spirited Saiyan named Gine. Unlike her ferocious counterparts, Gine blooms with the beauty of stark contrast to the ordinary Saiyan breed. Her feminine charm subtly accompanied by an aura of strength and mystery makes her an enigma.
Donned in traditional Saiyan armor, with her ebony-hued hair swaying freely with the winds of Vegeta, Gine is much different from the conventional Saiyan you'd imagine. Her alabaster skin reflects the shades of Vegeta's two moons, and her eyes shimmer with an unmistakable hunger, a hunger not for war, but for adventure.
Since childhood, Gine exhibited an unwavering determination to create a different path amidst her kin's conventional battlefield. She took solace in the realms of wisdom, her curiosity thriving amidst the tales of ancient Saiyan heroes and faraway lands. Her gaze would shine with determination as she listened to the stories of grand adventures, her heart pulsating with the longing to be a part of one such tale herself. But it wasn't merely the longing for tales that nudged at her young heart, but the desire to prove herself, to showcase she, too, could be capable of greatness…
Planet Tuffle: Age 720
Hello there. My name is Gine, just an ordinary Saiyan female, well, as ordinary as a Saiyan can be. I've been caught in the midst of a brutish war between my people, the Saiyans, and the Tuffles, for the majority of my teenage existence. Each day is a perpetual whirlwind of turmoil, violence, devastation, and waking up to the reality that another day might be my last.
The Saiyans are a warrior race, strong, resilient and fiercely combative. Every child, man, and woman knew how to fight; it was our way of life, whether we loved it or not. We were bent on exterminating the Tuffles in our quest for a new home planet, determined to banish all hurdles in our path. I, however, found myself questioning the credence of our quest, the morality of fighting, the essence of the havoc and carnage around me.
It goes against the grain for a Saiyan to refuse the endless call of battle, but that's who I am. The flames of war hold no appeal for me. As a young girl, it began to dawn on me, the gravity of the bloodshed, the senseless destruction. It was then that the fabric of my ki, my spirit, began to shiver.
The Marauders came back from their raids triumphant, their eyes glowing with satisfaction at every returning victorious march. An ordinary Saiyan girl should have brimmed with pride; after all, ain't victory what we desire? But I remained unresponsive, my heart pulsating with a sense of abhorrence.
It seemed to me ironic, the way my people celebrated their ferocity, their ruthlessness. They were blinded, blinded by ignorance. I foresaw the extent of harm this thoughtless destruction was capable of, farther than any of them could see. They rejoiced in their momentary victory, having crucified their enemy; erring in the sanctity of is my life,and I wonder where it will go.