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You were supposed to be a symbol of peace, Saiyan and Human, leader of the two peoples. Show them all which race deserves to be eradicated.


Born into existence from the flames of battle there lie a naked, covered in his mother's own blood, screaming boy. With lungs that could shatter sound barriers his newly discovered mother, Clairea, the legend of myth smiled down at her only joy in life along with the fuel for battle. His father also bore witness to his birth and with his second loved being in his arms now he could only see the infant as a powerful tool.

Beginning training at an extremely young age the half breed saiyan suffered much rigorous sessions of borderline torture under his power ridden mother and deadly father. Not wanting to give into failure or the shame he would bring himself as the symbol of power of which he was held to be as the Half Saiyan endured with what appeared to a tough personality. Even while collapsing under a session of gravity training the Son of Clairea never gave a weep so not to show anyone any signs of weaknesses.

In the core of the Half Saiyan still lay a innocent child at heart where he would use his free time to look from afar at other children play with no concerns or standards to live up to. He longed for a friend or even a slight taste of what it is to be a careless child and one day he built enough courage to hesitantly ask for his mother's permission to be excused for only one day of harsh training and instead to go and play with the human and namekian children. He was only granted a backhand for undermining his mother and with that the half saiyan learned the first life lesson of the Saiyan race, Pride.

Now at the age of preteen years the Halfling began to find courage on his own and seek companionship or to show off his powers. His internal conflict of Human and Saiyan hormones began a struggle within. Should he give into his Saiyan ways and fight and train or seek friendships and alliances as any human would’ve done in these dark times. He knew he must foster a forge between his two conflicting heritages and find a median to which he could be become a more powerful being than his mother or father had ever anticipated.

One thing that the Halfling could not refute and that is the most powerful thing he could ever know, love. He knew his parents loved him. He could feel the love for combat and the love for peace. He began to find knowledge in his existence and he decided the only way to leave his mark in the world was to change it. He sat out to apply both of his racial abilities and gather both Human and Saiyan in a tournament one of both strength and skill. Beginning his tournament the progression of the tournament unveiled that for every Saiyan to fight they must have a Human partner that would assist them in a two versus two contest.

Throughout the tournament many prevailed while many failed to strive. With the last match moments away and the Halfling in the final match he had known it would come to this as he wanted all along. When the beginning gong of the round the Halfling rushed into the fray of combat where he would hastily dispatched his two opponents. When time came for the celebrations to begin the Halfling only called silence amongst the crowd and he spoke…

“Warriors of two great races have come here to fight! How has it been possible that a Half Breed could over power many here? We are of both great people born with great aspirations and potential! I was born from greatness but greatness could not give me a home...OUR homes were taken away! Why? Because we failed to unite! I heard stories of the mighty training and falling but I want to hear, No more will our men and women will be slaughtered helplessly. We knew the perpetrator behind all this and yet we sit here idly while our reigns on our necks are tightened by that of oppression! No more will I help you when you fall because we will no longer be the victims of tyranny. No longer will we rise and fall. We will only from this day forth we will rise from the ashes as both our ancestors has done and we will take down the corrupt Icer bastards! Now who’s with me!?” ...at the end of the speech the Halfling felt as if he would be struck down for insolence but from a far off distance he heard two cheers, his parents.

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This is autistic as shit.

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> This is autistic as shit.
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