Natto was a Saiyan, born and raised on the planet Vegeta. As a mid-class warrior, he had received formal training from the members of the Empire instead of being dispatched to a planet as an infant. That upbringing allowed him to familiarize himself with his home planet before it was his turn to be sent abroad to other planets in the cosmos, so that he could conquer them for the glory and profit of his people. During his many missions and assignments, he faced a plethora of challenges that pushed him to the very limits of his power, and he had to evolve and grow from such experiences, otherwise he would have been killed, like many other saiyans before him. Due to that experience, Natto became a skilled fighter, and he quickly made a name for himself as one of the best mid-class Saiyan warriors in the Empire, which would eventually lead to his promotion to the rank of Captain, after his former Captain, Aspa, died during the siege of Planet Cereal, around five years ago.

And although he was still very much active, going on missions frequently, he was also able to spend some time in his home planet. Natto lived in the mid-class quarters of the Saiyan capital, a place he knew almost like the back of his own hand. One of these day where he was off-duty, while he was in the Saiyan capital, Natto decided to visit a local bar. He was looking for a place to relax and unwind after a long day of training, and he had heard that this particular bar was a popular spot for Saiyan fighters. Even though he was a local, there were still new spots for him to try out, and this one seemed to be a quite interesting spot, according to some rumors.

As he walked into the bar, Natto could feel the vibe of the other fighters around him. And while he could sense their ki, he was experienced enough to judge strong fighters by the way they looked and behaved, and he knew that he was among his own kind, and that the people around here were above the low-class level, that was certain. "Interesting... I wonder why I had never heard of this place before... Guess I have just been out of the planet far too often." he thought to himself, letting the very same thoughts fade away quickly after that.

As he approached the counter, he looked at the bartender and ordered a drink before finding a spot at the bar where he could sit in peace and sip on his beverage, enjoying the sounds of the crowd and the clinking of glasses. As he sat there, lost in thought, a drunkard bumped into him and called him out, accusing him of pushing him first.

Natto could sense the anger and aggression in the man's voice, but he remained calm. He had learned long ago that in the world of Saiyan warriors, violence was a way of life. But he also knew that he didn't want to waste his time on this man. Taking another sip of the drink, he didn't even bother looking at the man before addressing his accusation.

"I didn't push you." Natto said calmly. "You must be mistaken. Now leave me alone, will ya?" he asked, arching one of his brows and finally glancing over towards the man with the corner of his eyes.

The drunkard wasn't satisfied with Natto's answer, and he continued to push him, trying to provoke him into a fight. But Natto refused to engage. He was too experienced to fall for such a cheap trick, and he knew that he could handle himself if the situation escalated. "Go home, you are drunk. Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood today." he said, and the man grew more frustrated. He wanted to get into a fight, but Natto was refusing it. The drunkard would then grab Natto's drink and attempt to pour it on the saiyan's head, but he moved too fast for him to follow, avoiding it and countering with a powerful hook to the drunkard's chin, which sent him straight to the ground. He was already very intoxicated, so the punch was all it took for the man to go down. Natto sighed deeply and shook his head. "Fucking idiot."

Going back to the counter, he ordered another drink and returned to his seat. Some other saiyans took care of removing the drunkard from the place, and Natto paid little attention to that; he truly didn't care about the man, and was relieved he was gone, so that he could enjoy his drink in peace. Ultimately, the bar was rather boring, and he decided he wouldn't really want to stay much longer. As he finished his drink and prepared to leave, he noticed something strange on the ground. It was a small piece of paper, and it had fallen out of the drunkard's pocket. "Odd... I wonder what that is." he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes in curiosity.

Natto picked up the paper and examined it closely. It was an invitation to a small underground tournament, with no names or photos listed. Natto was intrigued. He had heard rumors of such tournaments before, but he had never been invited to one. "I wonder if the rumors about this bar are related to this tournament of sort... Now this has sparkled my interest." he thought to himself as he cracked a smirk in the corner of his lips. Natto liked to test himself, and a tournament like this was a very good opportunity.

He considered his options for a moment, weighing the potential risks and rewards. On the one hand, he knew that these tournaments could be dangerous. But on the other hand, he also knew that they could be an opportunity to prove himself and to earn some extra money. Moreover, he had been growing stronger, especially as of late, having even clashed against some of the former King's guards during Zaks' coup; he was feeling way more confident than ever before.

In the end, after some consideration, Natto decided to take a chance. He folded the invitation and tucked it into his damaged saiyan armour, determined to find out more about the tournament and to see if he had what it takes to compete. Still, finding more information about the tournament was no easy task. Over the next few days, Natto did some research and had asked around about the tournament, even paying some people for information, something he really didn't like to do, but his curiosity was taking the best of him. Finally, after the days passed, he discovered that it was being held in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, and that it was invite-only.

But Natto was a stubborn saiyan, and he was not easily deterred, especially after deciding he was really interested in joining this secret tournament of sorts. He used his connections and his knowledge of the city to find his way to the warehouse. The place was guarded, but because scouters have open communication, none of them were wearing one, which made him smirk, feeling confident he could sneak past them, and that was exactly what he did, slipping past the guards and making his way inside the warehouse.

The interior of the warehouse was dark and dingy, with the only light coming from a few scattered torches. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and Natto could hear the sounds of fighters grunting and shouting in the distance. He followed the noise until he came to a large, open area in the center of the warehouse. There, he saw a makeshift arena, with a group of Saiyan fighters sparring against each other in the middle of the ring. The spectators surrounding the ring were shouting and cheering, placing bets and trying to psych out their opponents.

As Natto made his way towards the edge of the ring, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This was the kind of competition that he had been searching for, the kind of fight that would push him to his limits. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" the voice asked in a rather brash tone.

Natto turned to see a large, burly Saiyan standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest. The Saiyan's eyes were narrowed, and he looked like he was ready to fight. Natto took a deep breath and stepped forward; he was there already, and he knew his own strength. If this was an illegal fighting ring or not, it shouldn't really matter; he could offer them the spectacle they wanted. "I'm here to fight." he said calmly, and since he noticed that the man didn't seem convinced, he decided that a little bit of deception would be the way to go. "I received an invitation, and I want to see what this tournament is all about." he lied.

The burly Saiyan raised an eyebrow, sizing Natto up. "Invitation, huh? Let's see it." the man asked, extending his hand towards Natto and waiting for the invitation he claimed to have.

Natto reached into his saiyan armour and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. The burly Saiyan took it from him and examined it closely, nodding his head in approval.

"Okay, you're in." he said, handing the paper back to Natto, who promptly stored it back where it was before. "But don't expect any special treatment. You'll have to earn your place in this tournament, just like everyone else." the man warned him, now with a less brash tone to his voice.

Natto nodded, a sense of anticipation building inside him. "I don't expect anything. Don't worry about me." he said with a rather confident tone, almost unable to hide his excitement. He stepped up to the edge of the ring, scanning the faces of his opponents. He could see the hunger and determination in their eyes, and he knew that he was in for a tough fight.

The first round of the tournament was a blur of fists and kicks, as Natto faced off against a fierce opponent. The Saiyan he faced was fast and agile, but Natto was able to hold his own, using his training, experience and his natural strength to keep the Saiyan at bay. Being a balanced fighter, Natto could adapt easily to combat, fighting his opponent outside of his game.

In the end, Natto emerged victorious, knocking his opponent out of the ring and onto the concrete floor. The crowd roared with approval, and Natto felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, raising his fist up to celebrate, further riling up the already excited crowd. But there was no time to celebrate. The next round was already beginning, and Natto knew that he would have to stay focused if he wanted to make it to the finals.

The tournament continued, with Natto facing off against a series of increasingly powerful opponents. Each fight was more challenging than the last, and Natto was pushed to his limits. His body was injured, but he had managed to triumph thus far thanks to his tenacity; he outright refused to give up. He drew on his inner strength and his training, using his wits and his natural fighting ability to outmaneuver his opponents and emerge victorious.

As the tournament drew to a close, Natto found himself facing off against a formidable opponent for the finals. He hadn't heard much about the man, but he did hear some people among the crowd mentioning the man was an "elite", which was enough of a reason for him to go all out. The Saiyan was taller and stronger than Natto, and he had a fierce look in his eyes.

Natto knew that this would be his toughest fight yet, and he was determined to give it his all. He stepped into the ring, taking a deep breath and preparing for the fight of his life. In his mind, he remembered how well he fared during the coup, and he wanted to repeat such a feat, even though he couldn't rely on his Great Ape form for this battle. "No matter... I have it in me! I will not lose!" he motivated himself, as he walked back into the ring, ready to face the hulking saiyan before him.

The fight was intense, with both Saiyans trading blows and using every technique and skill at their disposal, causing a fair amount of destruction in the area, and while that concerned some of the organizers of the event, it pleased the crowd immensely; they were there to enjoy a good show, and the two Saiyans were most definitely delivering it. The crowd watched in rapt attention, shouting and cheering as the fighters battled it out.

In the end, Natto emerged victorious, landing a crushing blow that knocked his opponent out cold with his Tyrant Lancer. The crowd erupted in applause, and Natto felt a sense of pride and satisfaction that he had never experienced before. Still, he was in a pretty bad shape, and even standing up after this battle was proving to be a challenge. "As if I would let myself fall in front of all of them!" he thought to himself, tapping into all of his willpower to not fall down.

As the champion of the tournament, Natto received a decent prize money, which he was more than happy to accept, but once that small ceremony was completed, he was more than ready to go back home and have a much needed and deserved rest. As he left the warehouse and made his way back to his living quarters, Natto couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, reliving - in his mind - the battles he had just faced. He had proven himself as a fighter, and he had earned the respect of his fellow Saiyans.

But more than that, Natto had discovered a newfound confidence within himself. He had always known that he was a strong fighter, but now he knew that he was capable of taking on even the toughest opponents and emerging victorious. As he lay in bed that night, Natto couldn't help but think about the future. He knew that there were more fights out there for him, more opportunities to prove himself as a true warrior, especially now that they had a new Queen who had already noticed him. His power was growing, and he knew that he would have to continue working hard to be able to prove himself worthy of her trust. With a new person in power, things would change, and this was his opportunity, the opportunity of a lifetime to ascend beyond his current standing as a mid-class Captain.

The next morning, Natto packed his bags and prepared to leave the Saiyan Capital. He had accomplished what he had set out to do, and he knew that it was time to move on to the next challenge; he had a mission to complete in a nearby village, which had been attacked by some beasts. A more trivial task, that was certain, but one that needed to be completed anyways. "Compared to what I had been facing lately, this will be a breeze." he thought to himself, chuckling lightly.

As he walked past the bar where he had first encountered the drunkard, he couldn't help but chuckle once again. That apparently random encounter had led him to the underground tournament, and it had changed his life in ways he never could have imagined, plus the prize money was more than welcomed; he had been using the same broken armour for a while, and he did need to buy a new scouter soon.

Natto continued on his way, thinking about the future and all the battles that lay ahead. He knew that he was ready for whatever came his way, and he was eager to prove himself as a true Saiyan warrior.

And as he left the Saiyan Capital behind and ventured out into the wastelands of Planet Vegeta, taking the path towards this small village, Natto knew that he was ready for anything. He had the strength, the training, and the confidence to take on the world, and he was determined to make his mark as a true warrior.