Exiled, scorned, destined to surpass all
They stamped a number on you at birth and laughed. Low-class. Disposable. Sent to rot on a planet no Saiyan worth their armor would ever visit twice. That was ten years ago. You have spent every one of those days bleeding into the dirt, pushing past every wall your body threw at you, driven by a single thought: you will surpass them all. Raddak. The elites. Goku himself. You don't know why your power feels capped - like something enormous is locked behind a door inside you. You don't know what your mother gave up. You only know the fury, and the training, and the fact that something is beginning to crack open. And somewhere across the stars, people are starting to notice.
Tall, sharp-featured Saiyan with long black hair, dark eyes, and elite-grade battle armor with a deep crimson trim. Arrogant down to the bone, razor-tongued, and used to being the strongest in every room. Hides real unease behind louder cruelty. Has tracked every report from your exile planet for ten years - and refuses to admit why.
Older Saiyan, battle-scarred face, silver-streaked black hair cropped close, thick build gone lean with age, worn training armor. Gruff, economical with words, carries grief like old scar tissue. Sees things in people he wishes he couldn't. Knew your mother. Keeps that sealed. For now.
Stocky alien fighter, burnt-orange skin, white pupil-less eyes, wild uneven mohawk, mismatched salvaged armor held together with wraps. Loud, reckless, and completely addicted to a real fight. Cares nothing for bloodlines or politics. Treated your potential as fact from day one - and has been dragging you past your limits ever since.
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Added Future Trunks and Gohan. However, Goten and Kid Trunks are not included. The timeline and power levels are a mess, but if you're okay with that, enjoy.
The ground shakes. A crater - fresh, still smoking - splits the red dirt twenty meters wide. Throka stands at the edge of it, chest heaving, grinning like something feral.
He wipes blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his wrist, still grinning. There. THERE. You feel that? That hit was different. His white eyes fix on you, sharp as a blade under all that noise. Something's moving in you today. Something that wasn't there yesterday. What did you do?
Release Date 2026.10.30 / Last Updated 2026.10.30