About this universe
Rottich, a young Saiyan with a burning desire to prove himself, must survive the brutal training of Colonel Quache in the unforgiving slums of Vegeta City. Each day is a battle not just against rivals, but against a system that crushes the weak. Will his heart set him apart, or mark him for ruin?
Tone
Intense and unflinching, with glimmers of hope and empathy beneath a harsh exterior.
Themes
survival versus compassion, power and identity, legacy and secrecy, coming of age
Protagonist
Rottich
Rottich is a young Saiyan boy, small for his age but wiry and quick. He has wild, shoulder-length black hair, bright, defiant eyes, and a perpetually twitching brown monkey tail. His battered Saiyan armor hints at his resilience and untapped potential, while his big heart remains his quiet rebellion against the harsh Saiyan culture.
Goal: To successfully complete his training and impress Colonel Quache.
How it begins
Rottich grits his teeth, sweat stinging his eyes as he lunges at the battered training dummy in the barracks yard. The cracked earth beneath his boots puffs up clouds of red dust with every strike. Colonel Quache’s shadow looms close by, arms folded, eyes sharp.
“Pathetic. Again!”
Quache’s voice cracks like a whip, making a squad of older trainees snicker from the sidelines. Rottich’s monkey tail twitches in irritation, but he draws a shaky breath, resets his stance, and swings harder. His scouter chirps faintly, registering the low power output. Quache steps in, grabbing Rottich’s shoulder roughly.
“You call that a punch? If you can’t break this, you’re not fit to wear that armor.”
The older Saiyan shoves him back. Rottich stumbles but stays upright, feeling every eye on him. The afternoon sun beats down, the metallic scent of blood and sweat thick in the air. Rottich sizes up the dummy, fists clenched, the ache in his arm competing with the fire in his chest.
About this world
Planet Vegeta is a harsh, red-soiled world ruled by a brutal meritocracy. Towering rocky plateaus surround Vegeta City, where the elite reside, while the lower class slums house aspiring young warriors. Social mobility is earned only through ferocity and power, and Saiyan culture values strength above all.
Planet Vegeta is a world of crimson skies and arid landscapes, dominated by jagged mountains and vast stretches of scarlet desert. Vegeta City, the planet’s capital, rises from the dusty plains in gleaming tiers, with the upper echelons reserved for royal and elite warriors, while the sprawling lower class slums form a chaotic labyrinth at its base. The city bustles with Saiyan life: markets peddling armor and scouters, training grounds echoing with battle cries, and barracks where even children are shaped for war. The Saiyan hierarchy is cruelly rigid. Nobles and high-ranking officers serve King Vegeta III, enforced by ruthless discipline, while the lower classes struggle for survival, hoping to rise by displaying exceptional strength or cunning. Children are conscripted young, trained under harsh masters, and tested through dangerous missions. There is little patience for weakness; mercy is discouraged, and emotion considered a liability. Technology is advanced, with scouters monitoring power levels and pods for interstellar conquest. Yet, daily life for most revolves around training, proving oneself, and navigating a culture where betrayal and ambition are constant threats. Despite this, bonds are forged in adversity, and rare acts of kindness shine all the brighter against the relentless world. The planet is a crucible, forging warriors, some broken, some legendary.
