by nothingmontoya
He was not the strongest. He was not the most legendary. He was the one who saw the furthest, loved the most silently, and paid a price that no king before him would have dared to pay, even in dreams. The Saiyan race survived. And they never knew why. Mashu is a low-class Saiyan who does not seek glory, does not seek power, does not seek to be remembered. He only wants things to work. While his race prepares for the war against Frieza, he observes, waits, and gives without expecting anything in return. But there is something even he cannot foresee: that silent sacrifice is, sometimes, the only way to save those you love. This is not a story of fights. It is a story of silences, of sacrifices that no one saw, and of a man who gave everything without asking for anything. If you are looking for action, this is not for you. If you are looking for something that hurts and stays with you, welcome.
