The Saiyan Rebels

[amatsu]

The barren waste land of planet Vegeta was where he would meet his partner in crime. They had decided a long time ago that they would rise to become much more than the confines of their planet would allow. They would embark on things that would lead them to surpassing the meager citizens of Vegeta and it's wimpy soldiers. Though they had to grow stronger. They needed to grow stronger to unleash their true potential upon the galaxy.

It was there that the white haired saiyan would seemingly float within the air his arms crossed. It was a unique trait among the Saiyan race so he already stuck out like a sore thumb. There were so many tales of grandeur that circled the galaxy that it inspired him as a child, lit the spark that was the man today. That inspiration had now grown into determination as he stood here now a man. A man who had trained ever since he could walk. Still what was he missing.....he was considered a formidable saiyan. An elite among his peers in fact. However this wan't enough this surely would not do.

He now however would await his partner. They had very similar goals and they would soon strive to reach the genesis of those who had attained power. The first step was to train like no other. To do what they could in the situation they were in. The goal was to become legends and bring the Saiyan race back to the forefront of the universe. Eyes narrowed as a figure came into view. He looked down. "So I see you finally made it.... hope you are ready to train like no other today." He stated his arms still folded. That look of passiveness plastered upon his face.

[katsuro]

Katsuro had grown up watching people on this planet pointlessly fight. One after the other it seems like they all took joy in just the battle. Not the results itself, not to actually go out and spread their saiyan influence across the rest of the galaxy. This would become more and more apparent to the boy as he grew up. It truly began to work at him. Slowly but the annoyance was generally there. He was eager to make as much of a change as he could. He would show this set of pathetic warriors that their strength was unmatched throughout the universe. That they were in fact the most powerful. Nobody capable of rivaling them in raw strength. But first of course one would need to gather the strength needed for that. Saiyains were born with more power than most beings in the cosmos. That is why they were groomed too fight. The race itself had trained itself since the start to do nothing but battle. It's entire evolution was based around this very thing.

Going too waste when left to this..older generation to make use of it. However they were not born at the most powerful strength they could be. It still required quite a bit of hard work and perseverance to get too the top. Exactly where Katsuro intended to be. Since these thoughts had came to mind for him however he found someone who thought similar to him. Another person willing to make valuable use of the power that was bestowed upon them. To show the rest that they were wasting their skills that nobody had. So the first step was along with this person to train their way to the top. If they had to step on a few skulls to reach that point, that is what has to be done. No concern to Katsuro about that in the least. Looking for this man wasn't difficult. He like Katsuro had a rare trait among saiyans. White hair that pretty much stuck out across the landscape. Fairly ironic how two people with rare traits had similar ideals that should shape the course of the world.

Maybe their hair represented not only their different looks, but their different way of thinking from there rest of the saiyans. Flying in lower than his partner Katsuro quickly picked him out as he began to talk first. It was a fairly average, day, no wind rain. The perfect they to take the first step towards ones goals. He was asked if he was ready to train like no other. That was an understatement, he was ready to push himself to his absolute limits. Katsuro floated up just a bit so that he could see his future partner in crime eye to eye. He didn't need to feel inferior at this stage. 'Whenever you are" His arms stood by his side. If one were to look in his eyes, a feeling of determination and anticipation, would pretty much leak from his body.