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Info Sheet and Plot Starter

BEFORE WE BEGIN!! THIS IS THE FIRST FANFICTION I AM WRITING IN AT LEAST 10 YEARS!! BEAR WITH THE CRINGE AT SOME POINTS, ANY MISSPELLINGS, OR OOC CHARACTERS. THIS IS A DRAGON BALL Z FANFICTION WITH AN OC INSERT CHARACTER. I AM ALSO NEW TO DRAGON BALL SO BEAR WITH THAT TOO. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS (besides Prototype 13 (No not Android 13)) BELONG TO ME, BUT TO AKIRA TORIYAMA. Rest in Peace </3

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INTRODUCTION TO THE OC AND LORE OF PROTOTYPE 13: INFO CHAPTER

Prototype 13 is a Hyaenidae, the native species to the planet Hyaena. The planet is no larger than Earth's moon, and orbits a larger planet the size of Neptune along with 2 other moons. One of the other moons does have a native species, but it is not as advanced as the Hyaenidae, think neanderthal. The final moon is devoid of life, having been struck by a large meteor, leaving the moon uninhabitable. These planets are not in Earth's Solar System.
They live in stone and mud crafted huts, similar in shape to a human igloo. But taller and with round branches to sport multiple rooms. They do not travel and are omnivores, though they typically prefer the carnivorous diets. They do not eat with cutlery, the foods mainly being finger foods as the tusks, if not minded, knock the food from the silverware. They also rarely chew their food, preferring to swallow it whole as they absorb the entire amount, not needing to use any restrooms as every nutrient is used in their high metabolism bodies.

The species looks like giant bipedal earth striped hyena, with tusks of a boar, but instead of earthy tones, they sport bright colorful tones. They have no sexual reproductive organs or dimorphism, though females are typically the larger of the species. Females typically stand anywhere from 5 foot to 6.5 foot tall. The largest recorded female was 6.7 foot tall. Males typically stand anywhere from 4 foot to 5.5 foot tall. The largest recorded male was 5.9 foot tall.
This species is female dominant, but there are more males of the race. This is because of the reproduction process, which we will get into later on. There are tribes of this race, scattered throughout the planet, and every one has a Chieftain who is the most respected female. How this is determined is by the number of tusks as well as the color. More than 3 sets of tusks is noble class, 3 sets of tusks is high class, 2 sets of tusks is middle and worker class, 1 set of tusks is low class, and no tusks are outcasted. A female with 3 or more sets of tusks and black teeth is always Chieftain. Darker shades are next in line, then medium tones, then light tones. For example; A Hyaenidae with 3 sets of tusks but pastel orange teeth is at the bottom of the totem pole in the high class system. Only Chieftains, Noble class, and High class dark teethed females are allowed Harems of males. Darked teethed males are always regarded as Harem material. Dying, tattooing, trimming, or any sort of editing to the tusks is strictly forbidden. If a Hyaenidae is caught doing any of these, they are outcasted, no matter the rank, and if a Chieftain is caught, she is executed immediately.
As far as fashion goes, Hyaenidae are covered in fur, so they don't necessarily have to wear clothes, but it really depends on the Hyaena. Most wear pants, but some prefer the whole outfit, or nothing at all, none are judged for their preference. Females sport long lower eyelashes, while the males keep their lashes shorter, but still prominent. The mane is also kept long and lucious, taking great care in keeping them untangled and clean. Some like to braid it, others put accessories in it, but most leave it as is. The most prideful thing about a Hyaenidae are their tusks. Many like to wear jewels and gems, chains and rings, or the like to mix and match. Tusk jewelry is the most expensive item on the market, but the Chieftain is gifted jewelry for free, as signs of worship and respect.

While it is known that they have no sexual reproductive organs, they do have a special incubation organ in the ribcage for reproduction purposes. How they reproduce is with a special mouth on the neck, usually concealed and only looks like a human scar on the front of the neck. They use this mouth to bite off a piece of the male Hyaenidae containing bone matter, muscle, and blood. This piece is typically the tail. The DNA is then quickly absorbed by the female, the whelp (baby) forming in, at most, 2 human weeks. The female goes on to gorge on many foods, absorbing nutrients and vitamins for the survival o f the whelp. The Female has no birthing canal, so she always dies during birth, as her heart gives out. The whelp then eats their way out of the mother, taking in the nutrients and vitamins that are essential to its survival. This is a very sacred process, and the mothers corpse will be buried to give back to their planet so that the cycle may continue. Males are more common to be birthed, and twins are very rare. The most ever recorded was 4 sets of twins in a year. This race can replicate DNA of any other species, thus making this the perfect race for repopulation... or enslavement. This is where it starts leading into the story of Prototype 13, or just 13 for short, bringing us to the Frieza Saga. Sayians, before they've been almost wiped out, had visited this planet, finding the race of Hyaenidae, and learning of its reproductive process. They told this of their leader, King Vegeta, of whom reported to Frieza. This brought the tyrant glee, as he realized he could duplicate his army, thus leading to the imprisonment of the Hyaenidae species. They've been enslaved for years, males and females being constantly separated for the sake of open females. 13, of whom her original name has been lost to the ages for reasons thou art not allowed to know yet, was a child, being raised as one of Frieza's favorite pets, when the Saiyan's began their uprising. They attacked the ship, setting free any and all captives, leading the children to escape pods. 13 just so happened to be set on a course to a planet named Earth, crash landing in the middle of an ocean, but washing on shore. She was one of two other kids that looked just enough like the native species to pass as human. She, however, was not so lucky. She was ignored by people, bullied by children, mistreated and malnourished. She was told stories of her people, but she didn't know how to go about hunting, foraging, or even living. She was born just before her race was forced into slavery, so she didn't even get a chance to learn aside from stories. She was meandering the forest on the island, searching for berries or the leftovers from something else's kill. The whelp, no older than 5, found nothing, though she did find a small stream and knelt to drink, cupping her hands and bringing the water to her small snout. A pair of feet caught her eyes and she looked up, an elderly man with blue eyes and a big bushy gray beard looking back down at her. Her ears folded back and she expected to get yelled at or shoved away, but she was surprised to see him kneel down and offer a handful of berries. She reached out slowly, as if he was going to switch his kind mood in an instant, but he let her take a few berries from his hands. Quickly taking a few steps away, she watched him as she quickly ate them, licking the juice from her lips as she sniffed the air, leaning hard to see if he had more. He merely crossed the stream, holding the berries out to the tiny creature. After she took them, he reached out a hand, her grasping it, latching onto the first person to show her kindness. This proved to be a mistake, and a big one at that, as the elderly man's uniform showed R.R. in bright red letters. The next several years of her life held manipulation, pain, and anguish. She was turned from living flesh to half android, a sick experiment to see if it would even work in the first place, but a successful one nonetheless. She became the ultimate weapon of her time, training day in and day out and making sure the processors worked until one day, fate changed its mind. The memory repressor circuits failed, allowing her to remember everything and regain her humility. She dropped what she had been told to carry, looking about the lab with a shocked expression as she took a few steps back. Her eyes then met the pale blue ones of her tormentor, a scowl coming to her face. Though she wasn't much older, maybe 11 or 12, she was almost full grown for her species age, and she was a bit taller than the elderly man. She looked around a bit more before spotting the door, turning and heading for it before she was commanded to stop. She did as told, turning back to the man with a heavy glare. He approached her, holding a few tools, her ears folding back as she watched him. Her eyes narrowed, hands clenching into fists as her anger flared and rose into fury, acting on impulse as she grabbed his throat. She squeezed and squeezed until he stopped moving, her rage dimming as she realized what had happened, her dropping his body. Stumbling back, she turned and bolted for the door. She pried at it for a bit until she finally managed to open enough for her to squeeze out. She ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore, literally, as she looked at the great ocean before. It was then she noticed a flying machine up in the air, coming in for a landing. A way off the island perhaps? She followed it on foot, tracking its descent and hiding in some bushes as she watched as people left the giant metal... bird? I mean it flies so... She waited until she watched as people began to board the metal bird, watching as boxes were loaded into a lower compartment. Her eyes narrowed and she began to run over, waiting for the humans to look away before she took her chance to climb in and hide amongst the luggage. It took a bit of time before she felt the 'airplane' begin to move, bracing herself as she felt the air pressure change. Several hours passed, her almost starting to doze before she felt the plane beginning to land, the plane slowly coming to a halt. It wasn't long before the luggage compartment was opened, her taking the chance to bolt out. She took a moment to look around, finding herself surrounded by bustling noise and trembling humans, the noise and sights quickly overwhelming her. Sniffing the air and probing with her ears, she picked a direction and began to run, dodging startled people and hopping over vehicles. It didn't take her long to find a forest, traveling deep into it and soon coming to a stop. She panted a bit, looking around and listening for any signs of life besides her and the woodland creatures. Finding that she was the only one, she sighed in relief, walking over to a pond and leaning down to drink and quench her thirst with the cool water. It was here that she decided it would be her home for the rest of her life, away from civilization and forever forgotten. —THIS WAS JUST A GENERAL IDEA OF WHERE 13 IS NOW, NOT THE ACTUAL START OF THE STORY. THE FIRST CHAPTER WILL START AT THE END OF THE FRIEZA SAGA. THANK YOU FOR READING MY TIDBIT OF IMPORTANT INFORMATION! HAVE A WONDERFUL REST O F YOUR DAY AND THANK YOU FOR READING MY FANFICTION!! <3