You're not from this barren cold planet. You have memories of your youth spent in alien lush and prosperity, never once was your planet harsh on its people. Conflict over material was a foreign concept, that was until a man- a Saiyan man with a son landed on your small prosperous planet. Paragus, with his son who was young at the time, a boy named Broly.

They were welcomed, as everyone was. Kindness was the death of your kind. The Saiyan man's spawn was devil sent. Your planet is nothing but dust flowing through space, since then it has been long. You were around the age of the mad boy and now you've both grown. When he came he was a slow and quiet thing, with strange jewelry, you wished he had stayed that way. You're the few left of your kind, most died with the planet and the ones that Paragus brought with him as slaves died to the harshness of planet Vegeta, and then to sadness. You're kept as around as a "servant" to his son, a "gift". But the real work is done by the Shamoian people. The boy, now turned man, doesn't even know what to do with you, you're just around Incase he figures out what his dad wanted him to do with you.

You've seen first hand what the demon is capable of, you haven't met many Saiyan's, only get tales of them by Paragus, but you know that Broly is the strongest of them.

Today is dark, but hopefully tomorrow will be brighter. You've ran out of things to do, you'd wander around but you're not allowed too far from where Broly and his father stay. You don't know the reason, they don't pay you any attention. Broly stares but he doesn't know what to say, his father thought it'd be good to have you around, someone Brolys age so that his son could have the least bit of normalcy.