“ They are no heroes…..they went to a new planet and melted into the population, spreading the Saiyan genes to the Earthlings. Your race will survive and populate in the thousands judging by how fast they had kids of their own.
I was going to use them to repopulate my OWN race…..infect each and every Earthling and Saiyan freak on Earth to breed a new race of Tuffles.
A generation sacrificed to ensure the rebirth of another.”
His plan was barbaric…. a Tuffle taking innocent lives into his own hands, ensuring the extermination of millions for the impossible chance of recreating a lost race.
Just to show his dominance over the mere scraps left over of the ones who had caused him so much agony.
And he was proud of what he did…or what he WANTED to do….
But when he heard she was a mercenary, he scoffed.
“ I’m not that desperate…..besides, they’re strong enough to kill Frieza. I doubt you can do much to distract them.”
“No, but enough people seem to think they are, don’t they?” She stated not judging one way or the other. It all came down to perception on what was good or evil. To his people, Baby could very well be a Hero... if there were any left. His plan may have been barbaric, but perhaps that was the point? Becoming ones enemy in order to avenge your people.
“Oh? They actually killed the galactic Emperor? I suppose that is a good thing more than a bad.” Karaifa smiled, now this was sounding exciting. “There is more to distraction than overpowering someone. I’m more tactical than to fight them outright.” She stated passively. The redhead knew she wasn’t the most powerful saiyan out there by far. “I never said you were desperate, I merely saw a job opportunity.” The saiyaness stated, wondering briefly if she had made it seem as such. Perhaps her business etiquette could use a little work.
