"It's an understatement to say our races have differing opinions. We're different in many aspects. After the destruction of Planet Vegeta, my people vowed not to let power and conquest rule us, and vowed to make the Saiyan name mean something more than 'murderous monkeys working for the Planet Trade.' We wanted it to be associated with honor and pride. 

But we're dwindling. We're dying out. Many believe it is a form of cosmic retribution for out sins.

Your race instead revels in conquest, power, and destruction, and it thrives, and grows, and grows stronger. There have been more than one of us who followed your example but were not strong enough, and were killed by other races. Every one of us who defects tarnishes our name and lessens our number.

You're killing my people without even realizing. As our blood grows thinner, I resent the Dark Saiyans more and more. For all our efforts, you have what we deserve."

As Kaliflur was talking, she was getting increasingly tense and her power level was rising independently. Upon the last sentence, she blinked, and lowered it again.

"...Maybe we're the ones who are wrong. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. What am I even doing here? What do I hope to solve?

...Wolf...

...What do you fight for?"