Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z

I am a Saiyan. People on this planet call us mercenaries for our pinnacle powers. Others call us space pirates and dogs because of how we steal from the rich and the poor and give to ourselves. Three years ago I was like them, until Planet Vegeta blew up from Frieza's wrath. I landed on Earth. If I followed my instincts I would have destroyed every human being on Earth, if I wasn't so damn weak from the fall there. A young woman named Goldie came, healed my wounds, and we mated. I just couldn't bring myself to destroying the humans after what Goldie taught me about life. Speaking of life, we raised a small boy named Tarpie, half-Saiyan and half-human he is. Life here is tranquil, peaceful, and beautiful. I was hoping I could avoid the war and just settle down in this small planet.