[He considers for a moment, in silence, looking back at his red-haired adversary, before he finally decides to put up an unhackable filter. It's easy enough, inclined with technology as he is.]

Well, if you want to know, then I'll tell you. But let me get one thing straight, I'm not looking for your pity or anyone else's for that matter. [Because really, this has become just a fact of life for him now. He's really 95% over it at this point in his life.]

The Saiyans were also feared throughout the galaxy, and feared by the man who enslaved my race. That's why he destroyed us. Afraid a Super Saiyan would rise and destroy him one day. So without warning, when all but a few of us were on the planet, he blew it up, wiping us from existence. An entire world gone within seconds. There wasn't even a fragment of the planet left to be seen. It would be as if your homeworld and every shinobi alive were destroyed, lost to the river of time.

And in order to survive, I had to rely on my own strength, and no one else's, living under his rule, still in servitude to him. A ruthless killer who would have ruled the galaxy had it not been for the efforts of a small group of fighters.

So there you have it.