Beppan Saiyans Apr 23, 2017 19:50:16 GMT
Post by Koshu on Apr 23, 2017 19:50:16 GMT
Centuries ago, the first saiyan landed on Beppa, luckily in a rather remote area, or our story would've ended before it began. Beppa was and has always been known for it's mercenaries, and of course its prowess in the Galatic Wrestling ring. A few hundred years ago, Beppa's relatively small bureaucracy was just apathetic enough to try to disrupt. Sending an adult saiyan to conquer the planet would stir up resentment, and he surely would not survive the immediate overwhelming force he would be met with. But a home grown child on the planet and could possibly gain respect or power, and could serve as a valuable ally if a full invasion was ever necessary. No real hopes were invested in the first saiyan pod that was sent to the volcanic planet, but with a bit of luck, a the child could at least establish himself and make contact with the empire, and possibly begin to disrupt ineffectual government and it's ties to the arcosian empire. And so, a relatively strong looking saiyan youth was packaged up nicely in a space pod, and sent, almost as a throw away, to the fiery sphere.
Of course, the saiyan was never heard from again, Beppa's rough and tumble reputation remained unscathed, and its laissez faire government remained undisrupted. But the saiyan wasn't dead.
Upon crash landing on the remote volcanic planes of Beppa, combat was surprisingly not the top priority of the young saiyan. The child spent most of his youth trying to keep from dying of heat stroke. When his fighting spirit finally boiled over in his teenage years, the saiyan was permanently crippled by the gang of Beppan thugs he had picked a fight with. From then on, the disabled saiyan lived on top of one of the only non volcanic mountains on the planet, far isolated on the colossal planet, coming down from the relatively cold peaks only to get supplies from relatively close trading outpost. He never made contact with the empire, his space pod having melted only a few days after landing. He was oblivious to his purpose.
Years passed, and the saiyan never fully recovered. Reaching the very end of his life, trickles of age began to show in the cracks of his spirit. But on one of his routine trips down to the trading outpost, the weary and spiteful saiyan encountered someone he had never expected.
The young saiyan woman was doing far better than he ever had. Indulging in her fighting spirit, she had integrated herself into Beppan society and wrestled alongside the beppans. She already had one half beppan daughter.
He was disgusting to her. A prideless, spineless, crippled, useless specimen of a living creature. She too had landed in a pod, and had no sense of saiyan culture, but instinctively knew he was below her. She was fighting, she was living, she had some sense of dignity. He was a disgrace.
And yet, nine months later she bore two purebred twin girls, and he was volcanic ash in the wind.
She too died eventually, and her three daughters moved up together onto the reasonable temperatures of the mountaintop. They preferred to fight amongst themselves, in solitude, in a constant competition to surpass each other.
The small vein of Beppan saiyans would have died out entirely in those years if it weren't for the saiyan body's natural retention of it's prime state. When the third saiyan was sent from the empire, the three women were on the brink of infertility. But by a twist of fate, the young man encountered the group, and the lineage of Beppan-bred saiyans was ensured, albeit with a good deal of inbreeding.
Quite a bit of a sizable settlement was forming on the mountaintop. Digging tunnels through the area on the midsection of the mountain, the cool caves provided another sanctuary from the Beppan heat besides the peak. Generations passed, and the population grew, supplemented, thankfully, every hundred years by another throwaway attempt at conquest by the saiyan home planet. Beppan genes mingled in the bloodline as was absolutely necessary, but eventually contact with outsiders became reduced to a near standstill.
Once the population had stabilized, the saiyans no longer needed to constantly procreate. They instead turned to something much more native to them: combat. Soon, the dozens of saiyans became entirely immersed in fighting each other. Constant duels led to constant injury, and the Zenkai was quickly discovered. The feeling of pain became associated with the increase of power, and by the time a generation had passed, the saiyan microcivilization had imploded into a masochistic cult.
The zenkai was worshipped as the spirit of the saiyans themselves, a god who lived inside of them all. They prayed to their god daily by beating each other into submission, and spending the days afterwords healing.
Only within the past seventy years has the zenkai cult integrated young children into their process, creating a strange new generation of Beppan Saiyans outside of the typical norm. The children grow up at eachothers throats, yet they all harbored a strong sense of kinship. Saiyans, of course, aren't the most familial species in the galaxy, but the spiritualist cult brought them together and made their success depend on each other almost communistically.