I’m a Proud Member of the Frieza Force!

I’m a Proud Member of the Frieza Force!
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At the bottom of Lord Frieza's army, a low-class Saiyan plots of power and conquest. With a cunning mind and a ruthless determination, he plans to rise through the ranks, manipulating his fellow soldiers and defeating his enemies no matter what means he must do so. But his ambitions go far beyond just rising through the ranks. He wants to tread grounds that no other villain has ever done in this multiverse.

As he grows in power, he faces challenges from both his enemies and his allies.. But he is not deterred. With each victory, he comes closer to his ultimate goal, acquiring the strength and tools he needs to succeed.

Can anyone stop this ambitious villain, or will he succeed in his quest for ultimate power and domination? Find out, right now, in this Dragon Ball Z fanfic that has certainly never been done before, and witness the rise of the most cunning and ruthless villain the multiverse has ever known.

Chapters are Bi-Weekly (Weds & Thurs)
Chapter 1: The Start of Something Truly Beautiful.
His attack ball streaked across the sky. The first thing to catch his attention was his dark skin. He sorted the influx of memories in his head as he tried to understand the situation that he was in. As moments passed, tears began to run down his face. They wouldn't stop even after he wiped them.

The sound of a child's ugly sobbing that slowly turned into laughter filled the spaceship. He placed his hand on the pod's window as his laugh turned strange. Clutching his hand into a fist, the child began to explore his new body. His tail swished back and forth behind him at his command. He felt the life energy of the universe flowing within his body. At his will, a small ball of energy floated above his hand.

"I want to know which divine entity's good side did I get on to deserve something like this." He wheezed from laughing too long.

Hours passed as the young Saiyan child began to meticulously plan his journey through the multiverse. There were so many things to accomplish, but it was best to do it step by step. Many bad guys had the fault of being too impatient. A victory that could've been gained was completely ruined because they couldn't wait. It wasn't like he was in any rush anyway. Considering his race, the spaceship he was traveling in, and his current age, he knew it was near the beginning. He had plenty of time to accomplish his goals.

Eventually, the ball-shaped spaceship crash-landed with no injury or shock brought to the alien child inside. It soon opened, and he stepped out of the spaceship. He grimaced as he felt the sun mercilessly bearing down on him. In front of him lay an endless desert filled with sand, rock, and more sand. Wearing nothing but standard Saiyan armor, he was completely unprotected against the sun's rays.

"Kakarot gets Earth, and I'm stuck with a planet like this to conquer." He shook his head. "Might as well find me a source of water and get started on my training."

The young child jumped up into the air. Then came back to the ground on his feet. He scowled as he leaped back up. And then came back to the ground again.

"If a literal newborn can do it, there's no way that I, a much older child in body and far older in mind, cannot understand how to fly." He told himself.

It took half an hour of suffering under the sweltering heat before he finally grasped the concept of flying. He had sand everywhere on his person and sweat dripping from every pore, but a victorious smile filled his face as he flew across the sandy planet. Like a wet dog, he shook himself of most sand particles and sweat while flying, twirling, spinning, diving, and doing loops in the air. After all, flying was one of humanity's longest passions. It was only when he traveled several miles away from his spaceship that he finally saw what this planet had to offer besides sand and rocks.

Towering cacti that rose like green spiky pillars from the ground, colorful fields of desert flowers that ranged from purple to green to blue to yellow, and deadly monsters from giant to small. Some of the monsters were no bigger than small lizards he could crush underneath his boot. In contrast, others were large enough that he didn't even match up to 1% of their size. He didn't know whether to call himself lucky or unlucky that a majority of the creatures were bigger and probably far stronger than himself. As a Saiyan and a person from a different universe, he knew the perfect way to take advantage of his race's genetic traits, but first, he had to find some water.

It was impossible for him to train or fight on an empty stomach. He'd find himself dried up like a mummified corpse in no time if he was stupid enough to start his training without a reliable source of water and food. The food part had already been handled with so many monsters around. Now he just had to fly around till he found some water. He doubted these creatures could survive without some source of water. But then again, who really knew?

It didn't take long for him to find a source of water either when he used common sense. There were these giant cacti and other vegetation around, but what did vegetation need to grow? Water, of course! To find some water, he began flying around areas with dense vegetation until he finally spotted a large oasis surrounded by greenery. When he flew down to the clear water, he finally managed to see what he looked like in his Saiyan body.

"I'm Kakarot?" He asked himself. "Wait, no. Kakarot's skin isn't this dark, but the facial structure is the same. A low-class warrior that looks identical to Kakrot… I'm Turles!" He realized. "Kid Turles!"

It was at that point he began to realize that if he was lucky, he would manage to get his hands on the seed from the Tree of Might! An incredible fruit that directly increases the power of whoever ate it several times over! Turles couldn't stop himself from laughing as he thought about how quickly his power would grow once he got his hands on those fruits. He already knew the perfect way to train according to his Saiyan body, but with the fruit from the Tree of Might, it would only expedite his plans for unrivaled power!

Turles grew over 10x stronger after taking a single bite from a fruit from the Tree of Might when fighting Kakarot in his movie. A single piece of the fruit allowed Turles to overcome Kakarot's x10 Kaio-ken. Considering there wasn't a limit to the number of fruits one could consume overall, Turles was very much looking forward to the future if he got his hands on it. It wasn't stated where Turles got his hands on the seed or the fruit, but Turles wasn't worried. He'd find it eventually since he did exist. Since he existed, so did the fruit.

On the off chance that he wasn't lucky enough to find it, he still wasn't too worried about it. It was just a shortcut that would help him grow faster. Not something critical to his plans. The Saiyans were potentially one of the strongest races in the multiverse, with few that could compete with them. Now take a Saiyan that knew exactly how to maximize their growth with knowledge that only he held. It was only a matter of when, not if when talking about taking over the multiverse.

Now that Turles had a source of water, it was time to begin his training. He turned his upper body and looked at his brown furry tail behind him, swaying at his control. Turles gathered his courage as he grabbed his tail and squeezed. Instantly, the pain paralyzed him. He could do nothing but twitch and groan from the immensely uncomfortable and painful sensation seizing his entire body. The tail was the source of a Saiyan's true power, and having this be a glaring weakness was unforgivable to Turles.

The stiffing pain left as soon as he released his grip from his tail, and he felt back to normal in seconds. Turles took a second to regain his courage before squeezing it once more, but he instinctively coated his tail with ki, preventing him from properly training it. He cursed at himself before removing the ki, looking around at his surroundings for monsters and then squeezing his tail once he saw that the coast was clear.

This went on for hours until Turles felt his stomach growling at him. He put a hold on his training as he looked at the creature across the lake drinking water. It looked like a cross between a tiger, a snake, and a dragon. The lower body of a tiger, the head and neck of a snake, and the tail of a dragon. It didn't look that appetizing, but Turles wasn't going to be the first vegan Saiyan and resort to eating plants and fruit to survive.

Turles slowly floated up in the air and carefully made his way to the monster while avoiding its sightlines. When he made it directly above the creature, with it still drinking in the lake, he began flying down with all his speed. During his descent, perhaps the creature heard the sound of the wind above it moving differently and turned to look or something, but it was too late. Turles's foot crashed into the serpent head of the beast, burying it into the ground.

As training for the future, Turles gave into his Saiyan instincts, Turles fought like a wild beast. Fully abandoning his mortality and only giving into the lust for battle. After burying the monster's head in the dirt, he wildly smashed the top of its head in with his fists, with a vicious grin on his face. His fists were coated in ki, but even then, as a low-class Saiyan child, his power was limited. Turles wanted to kill the monster with just his first hit, but this thing was tougher than he thought. He had to expend most of his energy just to get the thing to stop breathing!

He crouched next to the unresponsive beast with its skull brutally battered and dented. Turles took deep breaths as he felt the warm blood coating his fists, body, and face. Looking around, he saw some materials he could use to set up a fire for the meat. He left the corpse where it was and began to gather dry grass, twigs, and sticks. His first kill in a new world, and he felt mostly nothing about it. Sure, it was just a monster, but still, Turles couldn't remember killing anything similar in his previous life before. Actually, he couldn't remember much about his past life. Huh, would you look at that… Oh well.

After collecting the materials, he dug a pit, placed the combustible materials on top, and soon dragged over his meal. This monster was far bigger than himself now that he took a closer look at it while dragging it over here. Turles was much more confident in his strength after taking down something that was probably around the size of a tiger when he was so small. He shot a small ki blast at his fire pit to make a fire.

Turles started with the tail since it looked like the safest thing to eat first. He was sure his Saiyan biology would be fine eating the creatures on this planet raw, but Turles had standards. This was going to be the timeline where the bad guys won. And Turles didn't mean win by defeating the good guys. That wasn't true winning, in his opinion.

There were so many ways the bad guys could've won if only they had taken the time to think a little. Have a little patience. Knowing when to kill and when to spare. How to properly use the universe's resources and take advantage of them. Turles sighed. It looks like it was up to him to show the multiverse what a true bad guy should be like. After all, villains were his favorite type of characters before he arrived here. He had so much knowledge of this universe. If he couldn't become the strongest, he'd be better off being erased by Zeno without the chance of being reincarnated.
 
This looks interesting to see the Self Insert Turles being the main character of this story and I'm not sure sticking around with the Frieza Force would be a good idea.

Especially when Frieza might want Turles to be assigned to Prince Vegeta, General Nappa and Raditz as the Saiyan-only unit in the Frieza Force after he wiped out Planet Vegeta and the Saiyan race.

Gotta keep an eye on those last Saiyans.
 
Chapter 2: Living on the Desert Planet.
Turles floated above the sands of the desert planet in a meditation stance. Below him was a pack of snarling, vicious reptilian monsters eagerly jumping to take a bite out of him. He flew barely out of reach while floating down occasionally to bait them before rising back up. There was a sneer on his face as he teased the creatures.

At one point, his tail was chomped down on by one of the monsters in a moment of carelessness and luck by the four-legged creatures. It crawled on top of one of its brethren and leaped into the air. Turles scowled as the creature hung in the air by latching on to his tail. It hurt, but it didn't completely paralyze him as it would've some time ago. A purple glow formed in front of his palm as a beam shot through the lizard's torso. It continued to bite down in defiance despite its shrinking life force.

"I hope it tasted good enough to die for," Turles smirked as he flicked away the corpse below with his tail.

The other reptiles swarmed the corpse before it managed to touch the ground. They ripped it apart by jumping into the air and tearing off pieces of it. Turles gathered ki in his palm before letting it gently fall below to the feeding frenzy. He floated further away as the orb exploded.

Covering his eyes with his hand from the fiercely blowing sand, Turles looked at the destruction with satisfaction. As a proud member of the Frieza Force, it was Turles's job to exterminate the life of most of the creatures on this planet so that the organization could sell the planet to those that were interested in it. He could have probably gotten the job done the first night he was here by looking up at the full moon. But he had some things to accomplish before he returned to Lord Frieza's army.

He had a list of goals to finish before wiping out the life on the planet. The first thing was training his tail to get rid of that weakness. The second was learning to sense ki. That was easier than the first one since Saiyans were innately talented in ki usage. Most of them just didn't learn how to sense ki because they had no idea it was possible. Plus, they gained a reliance on the scouter while working for Frieza. There was no reason even to try when the scouter could sense signs of life for them.

Now came the difficult goals… Getting a sense for fighting and gaining control over his Great Ape transformation. There were no healing pods, senzu beans, or even bandages if Turles got injured. He'd have to rely on his natural body recovery if he ever got hurt and would have to patiently wait till he was in good condition to begin fighting again. Turles wasn't sure if he wanted to risk that here when he could risk it on Frieza's ship, where there are healing pods in abundance, saibamen to train against, and other soldiers to fight against. It would be far more helpful for raising his combat ability by fighting other humanoids than mindless beasts. Now that he thought about it.

Turles supposed he could cross that sense for fighting off the list of goals. The only thing left he had to do was learn how to control his Great Ape transformation and learn how to use the power ball technique. A ten times multiplier in strength wasn't something that could be looked down on even if he turned into a giant monkey. It wasn't like his speed was reduced or anything. And even that giant monkey thing would be dealt with as well if he could learn how to channel the power of the Great Ape transformation without transforming like Broly did.

As Turles returned to his base at the oasis, he channeled a ball of ki above his palm. The key to creating a power ball was combining one's ki with the planet's atmosphere. Turles figured that since the life energy required for the spirit bomb was all around us, wouldn't the atmosphere be similar? He didn't exactly know what counted as an atmosphere or even the exact definition, but this universe wasn't one that cared too much about the little details. He just had to merge his energy with this planet's energy or something close to that.



"Damn it! What the hell? Is this not an exact replica of Toriyama's creation, or am I the one that's doing something wrong?" Turles was running low on energy, and the sun was setting.

The full moon was coming soon, but he was pissed about his constant failures to create a Power Ball. Turles had no clue if he had a strong enough willpower to resist the berserker rage of the Great Ape transformation, even as a transmigrator. But he wasn't a coward that was too afraid to attempt it. Failure was the stepping stone to success, and if there was any saying better than that one for this universe, he didn't know it. Failure was not something to be afraid of. The lack of determination to continue despite multiple failures was.

When the full moon hung far across the chilly desert planet, Turles gathered his nerves. Its bright light shining down on all inhabitants of the planet. Turles sat in a meditative pose. He repeated a mantra to try and keep his sense of self during his transformation.

"I am me, not a mindless monkey."

"I am a proud Saiyan warrior, not a mindless monkey."

"I am the future for this universe, not a mindless monkey." Turles looked up.

Turles's gaze locked in on the full moon. There was no looking away at this point. It was no longer up to him if he wanted to transform or not. Something was going to happen now that he was receiving blutz waves directly from the moon through the retinas in his eyes. Turles's heart rate spiked in activity as the transformation took place.

The changes happened in mere seconds as his body began to grow. His hair rapidly grew all over his body, the fangs in his mouth grew longer, his pupils disappeared, his face began to elongate to that of a great ape, and the intense growth of the muscles and shifting of the bones caused him to give an animalistic roar that could be heard for miles.

Turles's child-like body turned into that of a colossal monkey wearing Saiyan armor! Once fully grown to its full height, it began to beat on its chest in a rhythmic manner. The impact of its beating was loud enough to cause all nearby animals to flee in terror if the roar wasn't enough before. Turles gave a menacing laugh as a purple beam of energy shot out of his mouth and cleaved the earth below in two.

This state lasted all night until the full moon descended from the sky. Turles went on a rampage across the desert planet, exterminating all forms of visible life without mercy or discrimination. He only came to as he was returning back to his normal form. Turles clutched his fist in shaking rage at his failure to control himself at all.

As he fell down in a giant pit of sand, completely exhausted, he let out a frustrated groan. Of course, a normal person like him couldn't gain control over the Great Ape transformation for the first time. Even adult Saiyans, who probably transformed multiple times from the time they were children to adults, still couldn't gain perfect control over their Great Ape forms. Turles had to remind himself that he was still just a low-class Saiyan child. He shouldn't get conceited over his future potential.

"I'm hungry." He realized.

It wasn't enough that he mindlessly roamed across the planet, destroying things for the sake of destroying them. His stupid monkey form didn't even bother to eat some of the monsters. Turles would be a little bit proud of his Great Ape self if it at least retained some of his sense but nope. It was just like any other mindless Great Ape right now. It only cared about destroying everything.

Turles could no longer resist the pull of sleep tugging on him after his exhausting detransformation. He fell asleep in the sand pit, with his stomach growling for anyone nearby to hear. A small defenseless child open to the elements and nature. Hours had passed with the child peacefully snoozing away under the blazing hot desert's heat.

It was only when Turles felt a sharp pain on his leg that he awoke from his slumber. He shot up and looked at the assailant, trying to tear off his leg. A fierce scowl immediately formed on his face as he used his other foot to kick the horned bug-like monster. It flew away from the amount of force put in the kick and rolled across the sand. Turles looked at his bleeding leg with a bite mark and balled up his fist in anger.

The bug made some clicking noise, and soon Turles found himself surrounded by multiple beetle-like bugs the size of large dogs. They came rolling down into the sand pit, giving Turles little time to react to their ambush. Turles briefly thought about just flying up and killing them all with ki blasts, but he refused the thought. He was still pissed about his failure to control his Great Ape form and thought he might as well get a good morning workout beating these damn insects to death for daring to think that he would make a good meal.

It was ridiculous. His tiny body would barely be enough to feed even one of them. So why the hell were there dozens of them trying to eat him!? There should be monster corpses all over the place after his rampage last night. Regardless, they would all pay…
 
Chapter 3: Training to Master Oozaru.
Turles gave in to his Saiyan instincts as training for the far future. He forced all unnecessary thoughts to the back of his mind as he repeated the word, freedom. Complete and utter freedom to move his body according to his desires. With his fist coated in ki, Turles shattered the exoskeleton of a rolling insect. His whole arm penetrated through the bug's torso, splattering him with its light green blood.

This did little to dissuade the other insects from attacking, but that was perfectly fine with Turles as the ones behind him tried to ram into his exposed back. Turles grinned as a purple light lit up at the tip of his tail. A tiny energy sphere shot out from the tip of his tail, causing an explosion that even affected Turles. As the insects were reduced to blood smears from the explosion, Turles was sent flying forward with his body feeling the impact of the explosion.

His foot came crashing down on the first insect that he kicked away, completely spearing through its body. Turles looked back with a grin on his face as he freed his leg from the gushy corpse. Hmm, it turns out that explosion was more powerful than he thought. Most of the bugs were in pieces all across the sand pit. The remaining survivors decided to act wisely. They dragged away the corpses of their allies to eat instead of pointlessly endangering their lives by taking on Turles.

Turles shrugged as he felt the singeing pain on his back from his own attack. He flew up out of the pit and started to look for his base. There was no recollection of his actions as a Great Ape. As far as Turles knew, he could have traveled halfway across the planet during his rampage last night. He should create a beacon of some sort back at the oasis.

Although Turles didn't know the way home, it wasn't that hard to follow the trail of destruction left behind by his Great Ape self. Eventually, he would find the starting point. Along the way, he snatched up a few monster corpses to cook when he returned to base. He was starving.

Turles returned to base and was happily surprised to see the place wasn't destroyed. On his way over here, he spotted one of those giant cacti and blew a hole in it as a mark. This cactus wasn't that far from his base. It would serve as a good landmark during his Great Ape training.

"I am in control."

"I am in control."

"I am in control!"

By the time Turles made it back to his base, the full moon was already on its way to rising high in the sky. He quickly began preparations to cook and had a nice feast before meditating. His belly swelled from the ridiculous amount of monsters he ate. Saiyan biology was truly miraculous.

Turles made eye contact with the moon.

"I am in control…"

"I am in---"

"GRRRR"

"ROAAAARRRR!!!" Turles fully transformed.

When he regained consciousness, Turles was resting next to the corpse of a giant worm-like creature covered in sand-colored scales. He was upset about his failure but wasn't too upset now that he saw this bug next to him. Was it possible that his ape self learned from his first experience? It actually left him food! Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Turles hoped it wasn't a coincidence, but he's only transformed twice now. Far too little evidence to claim anything yet.

Turles chopped off a large part of the giant worm to eat as he retraced his Great Ape self's path of destruction. He flew for hours, searching for the giant cactus with a hole. Comparing his time flying today to yesterday's time, there wasn't much difference. Great Ape Turles seemed to have traveled the same distance as it did the night before.

When Turles made it back to base, he repeated his actions from the day before. He ate, meditated, and practiced improving his ki control and waited for the moon to rise once more. Turles closed his eyes as he manipulated a ball of ki above his palm. The purple ball slowly shifted forms. It turned from a ball into a cube into a triangle into a serrated greatsword. Then from a greatsword into a ring of energy and ended with a spinning razor-sharp disc. Although Turles was capable of great ki control, it didn't mean that his power was anything impressive. Against someone strong, perhaps only the makeshift Destructo Disk could threaten them. Everything else was only useful against those near his strength or below.

But the Destructo Disk was pretty damn good on its own. As long as he used it when his opponent wasn't aware of his existence, it was a certain kill for most people. The problem with Krillin in the show was that he had no idea how to efficiently use his own technique. It was an assassination technique, not the type of technique that should be used like an energy wave.

A majority of people in the universe had little idea of how to sense ki. For those strong enough to sense ki, this technique was mostly useless on them in the first place. This meant that only people with superior senses would be able to sense it coming. If you're going to assassinate someone with good senses, you'll need more of a plan than just secretly throwing a Destructo Disk and hoping everything goes as planned anyway.

Turles looked up at the full moon for a third time, and just like before, he lost all sense of himself. When he came to on top of a giant rock, there was no corpse or food around him. He sighed in annoyance as yesterday was just a coincidence. It seemed this was going to take longer than he had thought. But he had time. Plenty of time before the story truly started. Turles refused to believe that he wouldn't be able to conquer this transformation before he exterminated all life on this planet.
 
Chapter 4: That Was Nothing but a Warm-up!
Years passed as Turles honed his abilities. His power didn't grow much, but he's substantially grown in other important areas. Due to his low power level as a low-class Saiyan child, the lack of healing remedies on this planet, and Turles's refusal to challenge monsters stronger than himself, his power level has barely grown at all. If he was put side to side against himself when he first arrived, Turles was still confident in one-sidedly kicking his own ass.

Turles sneered. There was more to fighting than power levels, after all. The sun was bearing down hard, as it did every day on this godforsaken planet. He was shirtless as his armor was ruined over the years of dealing with monsters after his Oozaru training. Some scars covered his body from the monsters on the planet. Some of the monsters were smart enough to learn how to adapt. They followed the Great Ape on its path of destruction every full moon, giving them easy access to scavenging food from the killed monsters that didn't manage to escape or hide from the big monkey. Occasionally, they would witness the detransformation of the Oozaru and come over to investigate. Leaving Turles to fight them in a massively exhausted state. He didn't always win.

Turles gathered a ball of energy in his hand. Most of his energy dropped just by producing this, but a cocky smile was still on his face. He tossed it far into the sky before clenching his hand into a fist. "Burst open and mix!" The small ball of energy compressed into itself before expanding to a far greater size, brightly shining in the sky. Turles manically laughed as he focused his vision on his power ball.

"I am me, damn it!"

"I want your power, but I will not be a giant monkey." Turles actively resisted parts of the transformation.

"My personal pride refuses to allow myself to become a giant monkey, but I will not deny your power!"

Turles growled as the transformation tried to take hold of him. He's long since managed to control himself in his Oozaru state. However, it was inefficient to become such a huge target. Turles didn't know if it was possible, but he planned to do what Broly did—taking on the power of the Great Ape in human form! It didn't sound like a technique or transformation exclusive to the Legendary Super Saiyan, and Turles refused to believe it would be! That made no sense!

"Give me the power, damn you!" Turles's body was shifting back and forth.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt his muscles, bones, and internal organs fighting to resist the change. He roared to the skies in prideful defiance, and soon, he felt his ki grow significantly. Turles realized he's succeeded and couldn't stop himself from laughing like a madman. His tail flicked behind him, producing a large gust of wind that split the desert floor apart. Massive columns of sand rose to the sky as Turles admired his new state of transformation.

The young Saiyan's muscles bulked greatly. His height grew, but not to the point where he was the size of an adult, just a thicker child. His black pupils turned yellow, and his hair spiked up. A dark purple aura of ki surrounded him as he laughed in pure, innocent child-like joy. This was the result of hard work! Years of hard work! He had hundreds or maybe thousands of failures, but he stuck to it. He kept at it and succeeded!

Turles didn't know how long he's been on this planet, but it couldn't have been that long as he looked at himself in the oasis's lake with a smirk. He didn't look that different from when he first arrived. Turles shifted his emotions from self-satisfaction and joy to business. It was time to get off this planet and return to the Frieza Force. Then his true training could start. This was only the beginning. It was too early to be satisfied with just this.

With his newfound transformation, Turles began to sense all of the life around him. He held out his palm as his ki locked in on those living signatures. A purple ball appeared in front of his hand. "Sudden Storm!" Several energy waves began to fire out from his hand.

Each ki blast homed in on the ki signatures of monsters around him. Thousands of lives were snuffed out in an instant as Turles began to fly around the planet, raining death and destruction indiscriminately. The young Saiyan simply laughed and laughed until there was no more life left on the desert planet. Now that was done, Turles returned to his spaceship.

He went back into his normal form as he landed on the opening of his attack ball. Briefly, he instantly transformed back into his new Great Ape form without a need for his Power Ball technique or staring at the moon. Turles couldn't help but chuckle. He only needed to tap into that primal lust for combat and rage hidden inside every Saiyan to provoke the transformation.

If he didn't manage to control his Great Ape form, he would go berserk just by tapping into that. He'd be nothing more than a mindless beast with nothing on its mind but destruction and fighting. Turles went back to his normal state and sat in his spaceship. He pressed a button on the remote that was inside the ship, and he had liftoff.

Turles sunk into a deep meditation as his body was put in a state of suspended animation inside the ship. Once he arrived on the planet, his true growth could begin. Although, he wasn't looking forward to the suffering, pain, and torture of his own body. It wasn't like he could do anything about it. Saiyan's gotta Saiyan. He wasn't going to be like Vegeta and rest on his ass till his thirties. Sure, Vegeta says he was training all this time, but Vegeta didn't know how to train like a Saiyan should.

Turles was actually somewhat lucky to be born in the body of a low-class Saiyan, compared to an elite like Vegeta, but ultimately, it didn't matter if one was a low-class Saiyan or an elite. What truly mattered was the effort and method in which one trained. Both of which were things that Turles was not worried about in the slightest. For now, Turles had no plans to get involved with the main plot. His current plans revolved around taking advantage of the resources at Frieza Planet 17 until Lord Frieza or another higher-up assigned him a mission. He would conquer the planet and then return to taking advantage of the resources provided by the Frieza Force.
 
Chapter 5: The Beginning of the Ultimate Saiyan!
Turles arrived on the snowing planet at one of the landing pads. Identical attack balls were lined up next to his as he stepped out into the cold, freezing air. Members of the Frieza Force made their way toward a building. Turles followed them since he had no idea of where to go, who to tell that he's completed his mission, or what to do. Once he made it inside a building, he went up to some guy barking orders.

"A saiyan…"

"I didn't think there was another one that survived."

"Hmph, what a lucky monkey."

"I've conquered some desert planet I was sent to. Who do I report this to?" Turles asked the soldier.

"You report it to General Zarbon or one of his men. Lucky for you, saiyan, I am one of General Zarbon's most trusted soldiers. I'll report your success after I send some men to check if it's true. You are free to do as you please until ordered to go out on a mission." He talked down to him.

"Yes, sir," Turles responded before asking another question. "Where do I find the room for training or saibamen to train with?"

"Head to the training room and request a session with an operator. Now get out of my face, kid. I'm busy." The gecko-like soldier shooed him off.

Turles stood on one of the moving floors and made his way through the facility. These moving floors were like escalators, but inside of going up and down, they went up and down the hall. Moving walkways were one-way Turles could describe them. There were two of them going up and down the hallway, allowing soldiers to travel in both directions without walking on their own feet. However, there was a portion of the hallway, not a part of the walkways. Soldiers could walk on the side of the walkways if they didn't want to take it. For now, Turles just looked around on the thing until he saw something that screamed training room.

His power level was pretty pathetic compared to most of the other soldiers in the base. Turles was sure he was still in triple digits when thinking about power levels. That could shoot up to the thousands if he used Oozaru. Still, it was nothing of substance when compared to the majority of soldiers and higher-ranking members of the Frieza Force.

Eventually, Turles found both the training room and the room with the medical machines. He memorized his way to that room since he was going to be visiting it every single day while he could. As Turles made his way to an available training room, he couldn't help the grin from growing on his face. This was the start of his rise as the ultimate Saiyan. Forget the Prince of all Saiyans. Forget the Saiyan born on Earth. Forget the Legendary Super Saiyan. Forget the hybrid Saiyan that doesn't even like fighting. Turles was going to be the strongest Saiyan of this universe. Only the complete eradication of his soul would stop him.



Turles stared at the giggling saibamen staring at him inside the training room. They were about equal in height. One eagerly looked at its new playmate in joy, while the other had a solemn look on his face. He took a deep breath as he already knew the outcome of this battle. This was just the start.

The saibaman rushed forward at a speed that was impossible to react to. Turles could sense the movements of the alien but reacting to it with his puny power level? Ha! Impossible. Turles was kicked in the face and sent flying into the wall.

His arm shook severely as he aimed his palm at the saibaman. Blood ran down his head as he felt most of the bones in his body were fractured from the impact of slamming into the wall.

"Gye gye?" The saibamen was in disbelief that he was so weak.

If Turles could laugh right now, he would. Concentrating all of his energy into one point, Turles fired a ki blast at the confused saibaman. His head hung down low as he looked at the result of his attack. The saibamen crouched on all fours as the ki blast went flying overhead and exploded against the wall.

"Kiyah!" The saibamen leaped at him.

Turles was helpless to resist the overeager alien from beating him to death. Kicked, punched, punted, and scratched. He could transform, but the situation wasn't dire enough yet. There was still the operator. The training room had operators watching every second of what happened inside the training room.

Just as Turles expected, the door to the training room opened, and the saibamen was blasted away by the operator's blaster. She dragged Turles out of the training room and shut the saibaman inside before it could chase after them. "You stupid monkey brat. You were already lucky enough to survive the meteor exterminating most of your race. Why continue to risk your life?" She muttered as she carried him to the medical room. Turles was grateful that he didn't have to drag himself there in this state. Everything hurt badly, but he could only look forward to the power boost after healing from this.

Turles made it to the medical room. He was stripped of his clothes and hooked up inside the healing tank naked. He weakly waved at the leaving female operator as he got some much-needed rest. The female operator was a female of Burter's race. A tall reptilian humanoid with blue skin. Although his life was probably never in danger since he could've gone into his Great Ape form with his normal body, it was still a pain in the ass to be beaten so easily without being able to resist in the slightest. It looked like he was right. Fighting those monsters on that planet would've been pointless. If there's a big enough difference in power, all the skill in the world couldn't help you. For now, at least.

The healing process felt peaceful and so relaxing. It was an impossible battle for Turles to keep himself awake. He gently lost and fell asleep inside the healing tank. The last thing on his mind was wondering just how strong he would get from this beating.

When he felt the need to open his eyes, all of the liquid inside the tank was drained. Turles shook the breathing apparatus off of his nose and mouth along with the wires connected to him as he stepped out of the healing tank. Turles gave a faint smile as he clenched his fists, feeling the power swelling with him.

"How long was I inside?" He asked one of the medics.

"Around forty to fifty minutes." He responded.

"Really?" Turles's high-pitched voice asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes. Now take your clothes and get out of here." He told him.

"I'll be a regular here, so if you can, keep one healing tank open for me. See you soon." Turles put on the new armor laid out for him and rushed out of the medical room.

He flew back toward the training room, surprised that he could abuse his saiyan biology so often. He thought it would at least take an entire day to heal, but it didn't even take more than five percent of the day. Turles hoped he didn't drain their healing juice dry because he was going to do this every day for the next twenty or thirty years. Well, almost every day until he was called out for deployment on a mission by Lord Frieza.

"I'm back!" Turles told the female operator as he rushed past her and into the training room.

"Wha?!" She spun from the monkey's speed as she plopped down on her chair and looked at the cameras watching the inside of the training room with dazed eyes.

Turles flew at the saibamen idly resting. It screeched in surprise as it was sent rolling across the floor. "Gei Gyie?!" It exclaimed! "That's right. Come on." Turles waggled his finger. "It's time for round two."

The saibaman righted itself and dashed toward Turles. Turles was still no match for it in speed, but at least this time, he could react to its movements! Giving into his innermost desires, Turles clashed fists with the saibaman briefly before being overpowered. But before being knocked away, he landed a blow on the saibaman's side, causing it to scream at him angrily.

Turles saw as the head of the saibaman split open, and liquid shot out of its head, flying toward him. Rapidly flying to the roof of the training room, Turles avoided the burning acid and flew at the saibaman below him. He brought his boot down on top of the alien's head. It was smashed into the ground, and Turles didn't let this brief advantage go to waste.

"You had fun knocking me around before, didn't you?!" Turles repeatedly stomped on the downed creature.

"Gah!" It gripped his foot when it came down for the fourth time.

Turles scowled as he tried to fire a ki blast at the bald green head of the saibaman, but he wasn't quick enough. The saibaman leaped up from the ground, headbutting Turles. Turles clutched his broken nose in pain as the saibaman began knocking him around. He was punched in the gut, kicked in the back, and knocked to the floor from a hit to the head.

Now that he was on the ground, the saibaman began kicking him while he was down with its still higher power level. Turles could feel the fractures of his bones from the hits even as he tried to use his ki to protect himself. He couldn't help but laugh at this quick turnaround. Seems like his boost in power wasn't as high as he thought. Turles raised his arm to block the fifth kick of the lab-made alien while an orb of energy gathered in his left hand. He clutched his hand around the saibaman's foot to prevent it from running away as he channeled his energy.

"Kyah!" The saibaman struggled to pull its leg away, but if Turles didn't hurry, it wouldn't be long before it did.

"Calamity Blaster!" A thick purple energy wave fired from his palm toward the immobilized alien.

It raised its arm in an attempt to block the attack. Turles released his grip on the creature's leg and watched in agonizing pain as it flew into the wall of the training room, screaming. A small grin appeared on his face. This wasn't the type of win he expected after receiving a boost to his power. He knew that the power-up after near death was inconsistent, but he was still pretty impressed.

"Gyah!" The saibaman punted Turles into the wall with its arms blown away.

Blue blood dripped from its arms. Turles stared at it in amazement while buried in the wall. A battle that didn't end in the death of a Saiyan, was still a victory… "Fine, you tenacious bastard. I lost this time as well. Operator! Get me to the healing tank!" Turles called out.

"Gegege…" The saibaman weakly laughed as the door to the training room opened.

As Turles was carried out, the Saibaman dropped to the floor as its energy began to drop. "Crazy insane suicidal monkey. Will you be happy when you're dead?!" The female operator didn't have a problem carrying him. He was still just a child.

"How am I supposed to get stronger if I don't train, lady?" Turles chatted as they went on the moving walkways.

"There's a limit, monkey! Normal soldiers don't fight until they're on the verge of dying."

"I'm not a normal soldier, I'm a Saiyan." Turles chuckled. "As long as my heart hasn't stopped, drop me in the healing tanks, and I'll be better than I was before."

"Maniac…" She muttered before dropping him off in the medical room.

"I'm back, guys." Turles greeted as he was thrown to the ground by the female operator. "Ough…"

The medics looked at him in shock. They didn't understand how he could get so injured so quickly in such a short amount of time. Although they had questions in their head, they didn't ask them. They just put the monkey inside the healing tank and started chatting about their thoughts on how he got injured.
 
Chapter 6: Meeting the Prince.
"Now, this is how a Saiyan should train!" Turles rushed toward the three saibamen.

He caught the first one off guard with a knee to its gut. It spat up blood and saliva from the force of his attack, but Turles wasn't finished yet. He elbowed the back of its head, driving it into the ground just as the second and third saibamen attacked him simultaneously. Turles took their attacks head-on—a blow to the back and a punch across the cheek, but he didn't move from his position despite the visible damage done. He raised his foot and splattered the brains of the first saibaman over the floor of the training room by crushing it.

The remaining two saibamen rushed back in and began to attack him with everything they had. This time, Turles did react to their attacks. He didn't bother dodging their attacks at all but inflicting the most amount of damage he could while he could. The second saibamen clawed his chest open. Blood shot out as stinging pain struck Turles but did not paralyze him. Turles smashed his forehead against the skull of the saibamen just as the third saibamen fired a beam after splitting its skull.

Turles was knocked across the training room with heavy injuries. He was bleeding, probably internally and externally. His ribs were probably broken from that beam attack and other fractures across his body. But he wasn't out of the fight yet. Turles clutched his rubs as he looked at the third saibaman helping up the second one. The second one was holding its head, stumbling around dizzily.

This would hurt, but he wasn't going to win by being on the defensive. Turles moved forward despite his injuries begging him not to. The third saibamen screeched as it gained some distance from Turles, leaving its buddy wide open. Turles's fist penetrated the chest of the second saibaman, coating his arm and the front of his body in its blue innards.

"Just you and me now." Turles turned to the third saibaman, who was now far more cautious.

It suddenly appeared in front of his face and threw a kick that sent Turles's face to the left. Then it sped behind him with a punch into his back. It didn't stop there, though. It constantly vanished and reappeared all around Turles, throwing punches, kicks, and claw attacks without stopping.

Turles's moment came as the saibaman telegraphed its next attack. The last remaining alien balled its fist and rushed toward the bleeding and bruised Turles. Just as the saibaman's fist sunk into the face of Turles, Turles's fist crashed into its face as well. Both were sent sliding away from one another as a purple glow lit up inside the training room.

"You did well in injuring me enough. Now die." The purple ki blast destroyed the final saibaman into pieces.

Turles lifted himself off the ground and began to float out of the training room.

"How can you torture yourself like this every day, week after week? I just can't understand it. Not even Prince Vegeta and his attendants do something as foolish as this." She looked at him in exasperation.

"Naba. You keep worrying about me like this, and I'll assume you have a crush on me." Turles joked as he floated past her, making his way to the medical room on his own.

"A stupid crazy low-class monkey like you! In your dreams, squirt!" She yelled after him.

"Haha, don't try and hurt my feelings. We're friends, aren't we?" Turles chuckled before quickly stopping from the pain of his internal injuries.

"Kakarot?!" A familiar but, at the same time, unfamiliar voice called out to him.

"Sorry, you have me mistaken for someone else." Turles looked at the trio in front of him.

It was certainly strange seeing these familiar characters as real people instead of animated drawings. Everyone looked real here, even himself. After living in this world for some time, he still couldn't get used to looking at himself or others. He was looking forward to seeing how real the main cast looked compared to their animated selves.

"What business could you have with low-class garbage like this, Raditz?" Nappa, with hair, asked while looking down on Turles.

"H-He looks exactly like my brother," Tiny Raditz explained.

"Oh, your brother is low-class trash as well?" Tiny Vegeta says.

"If you will excuse me since we don't have any business with each other." Turles didn't have the energy to play with the little prince right now.

"Hold it, trash." Tiny Vegeta stood in front of him. "Your power level may be pathetic, but you are still a Saiyan. Join me." Ah, it was a recruitment offer.

"I'll have to decline, Prince Vegeta. I have no interest in being one of your royal babysitters." Turles flew over Vegeta's head.

"A low-class piece of garbage like you dare to mock me?" A yellow beam of energy gathered in front of Vegeta's finger.

"Better to die with my pride than lose it by submitting to a spoiled princess like you." Turles chuckled despite the pain.

Turles could hear Vegeta laugh before he was pierced through the stomach with a beam. "Then die with your pride as a low-class warrior. Not like trash like you would have ever been useful to me in the first place." Princess Vegeta and her attendants left the bleeding and dying Turles on the floor. Turles clutched his wound as he internally laughed, wondering what the hell he was expecting. Dying hurts a lot, turns out. Haha… Who could've known?

"Naba… Mind helping me out before I bleed to death…? I know you're still there..." Turles called out to the secretly watching alien woman. "It would be best if you were quick about this too. Your crush will die in front of your eyes if you don't." Darkness was encroaching on him on all sides. He started to feel cold.

"Who is my crush!?" Naba roughly lifted him over her shoulders and flew to the medical room faster than he's ever seen her move before. He didn't even know she could fly.

"Ah, there he is. You owe me fifty pol!" One of the medics joyfully laughed.

"Damn, monkey! What took you so long to come in today compared to all the other days?!" Another medic cursed his luck.

"He had a bad run-in with Prince Vegeta. It held him up and would've killed him if I wasn't there." Naba explained in his place.

"It was his mouth, wasn't it?" One of the medics guessed.

"What else could it be?" Naba sighed.

"What did he say?!" The medics were eager for gossip.

"He called Prince Vegeta a spoiled princess to his face when he was already severely injured from training with three saibamen." Naba didn't hesitate to air out his dirty laundry as he was placed inside the healing tank.

"That's the suicidal monkey I know." They could hear the pride in his voice.

"Wait, three saibamen? Didn't he nearly die just taking on two saibamen not too long ago?"

"Yeah, that's right… Was that a week or two weeks ago?"

"A week." Naba shared.

"Huh? That doesn't make sense." One of the medics activated his scouter and scanned Turles's power level. "His power level is reading at stable 1,000. While that should be enough to take on a single saibaman, there's no way he could defeat three of them!"

"He fought like an insane person. Instead of trying to dodge their attacks, every time they attacked him, he would attack back at the same time. I don't know why he could withstand their attacks better, but the saibamen were a lot squishier compared to him, even though they had slightly higher power levels." Naba explained.

"It's gotta be that crazy Saiyan biology." The medics didn't know what else to guess.

"To think he would refuse Prince Vegeta, who is already an elite soldier. Crazy monkey is crazier than I thought he was."

"I heard the prince effortlessly defeated five saibamen at once without any injuries."

"A far cry from this low-class warrior who struggled to defeat three." He laughed.

"Well, I'm going back to my station. I'll see this idiot in an hour." Naba knew Turles's schedule by heart now after being his operator for weeks.

Breakfast, training, healing tank, lunch, training, healing tank, dinner, training, healing tank, and then back to breakfast. This has been Turles's schedule for as long as Naba knew the child. She saw him rise up from a child with a pitiful power level in the hundreds before becoming the annoying kid she knew now with a power level in the thousands. No normal soldier could grow this quickly, as far as she knew, but then again, she's never seen anyone train the same way that Turles did. Maybe this was a feasible route for soldiers to quickly grow in strength even if they weren't Saiyans.

However, she wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It was torture, plain and simple. Pure mind-maddening torture that Naba refused to believe that anyone would willingly sign up for. Every day, she saw Turles come close to death. Sometimes with a smile on his face, sometimes frustrated beyond belief. It was these conflicting experiences and the fact that he readily goes back after being healed up that Naba realized that such a training regime was only for the mentally insane. No sane person could be willing to face death so eagerly every day.

'Why did this maniac have to get involved with my station…?' She thought to herself.
 
Considering what Vegeta is like at this point, that was surprisingly merciful of him.
I would have excepted some broken limbs to accompany the gaping stomach wound.
 
Chapter 7: Leaving the Princess with a Parting Gift.
"I'll never get used to seeing just how much you can shovel down your throat." Naba looked at Turles with disgust.

"mph, 's a'mpressiv, huh?" Turles talked while eating.

"Don't talk while you're eating!" Naba protected herself from the crap leaving Turles's mouth by scooting back from the table in her chair.

Turles grinned as he devoured the large tower of food without speaking further. Naba sighed. It had only been a day after Prince Vegeta nearly killed him, and here he was, eating in front of everyone like it wasn't a big deal. Everyone on the planet heard about how he lost in one hit. Suspiciously, no one talked about how he was attacked right after coming out of the training room. She felt embarrassed eating with this monkey who didn't seem to know what shame was, but it wasn't like she had anyone else to eat with. Turles was an annoying brat, but he was good company at times.

"Time to go back to training." Turles got up after finishing his meal.

"Don't you think you should rest a little bit more? You nearly died yesterday, remember?" Naba advised.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Turles shook his head as if he was lecturing a hardheaded child.

It pissed Naba off. Here she was showing some concern for this monkey brat, and he's throwing it in her face by telling her she has nothing to worry about! "Fine! Why don't you just train until you die? I'm sure you'll get pretty strong then." She turned her head away as she followed him out of the canteen.

"If I die, there's no gain." Turles shook his head, taking her words seriously.

"Nearly dying makes you stronger, but actually dying, doesn't?" Naba couldn't understand his freakish monkey biology.

"Haven't you heard? People get stronger on the verge of death. They become capable of feats they would never have been able to before when facing imminent death. Saiyans take this to the next level. Our body imprints our injuries and experiences and instantly learns from them. We get stronger in the face of death as long as we don't actually die." Turles gave her a lesson in Saiyan Biology 101. "Well, maybe we get stronger after death too… It's not often that we can see people rise from the dead. So, you could be right." He pondered.

"How the hell does that work?" Naba thought it was bullshit.

"Watch." Turles grabbed a saibaman capsule as he headed inside the training room.

Naba sat at her station and watched the training room from outside. Turles grew six saibamen inside and waited till they all rose from the ground. Just yesterday, this crazy monkey brat could barely handle three saibamen, but now he was taking on twice that amount?! Naba carefully rubbed her wrist blaster as she waited to rush in to save the dumbass.

It wasn't like Naba didn't believe in Turles's words. After all, she's been with him since his power level was in the hundreds. She's seen his insane growth in power from his constant near-death experiences. If there was anyone that believed the nonsense coming out of his mouth about the near-extinct race of monkeys being one of the strongest in the universe, it was her. Naba knew she couldn't get half as strong as Turles did even if she repeated his exact actions. Disregard the fact that she's a low-ranked engineer. A normal combatant of the Frieza Force couldn't replicate Turles's gains.

On the cameras, Turles ordered to saibamen to come at him with the intention to kill. Naba watched as Turles systematically took out the saibamen one by one. All of the bulbous-headed aliens charged him and attacked simultaneously. They surrounded him from the front, behind, and above. But it didn't matter in the slightest for Turles. Turles effortlessly killed them without even bothering to dodge. They all died in one blow from Turles.

Naba zoomed in on Turles to see if he suffered any injuries at all from the blows of the Saibamen with power levels over 1,000+. She only saw his cocky smirk as he headed outside the training room. It was incredible. Although she didn't want to stroke his ego, there was no other way to explain what she just saw. He struggled to face three saibamen just yesterday, and according to him, he gained enough power from nearly dying to Prince Vegeta to take on six saibamen the very next day!

"That's impossible…" A gecko-looking alien said behind her.

Naba jumped out of her seat as she rose to greet her superior. She didn't even realize he was behind her!

"Sir Zea! How may I help you?!" She responded with a perfect 90-degree angle bow.

"I have no business with you, Operator. I'm here for the Saiyan. I've confirmed the success of his first mission, and Lord Frieza has graciously decided to send him out on another mission." Zea explained.

"Eh, I'll have to thank Lord Frieza when I get the chance. I'm eager to prove my usefulness to the Frieza Force." Turles pocketed another saibaman capsule.

"Well… Here's your chance, Saiyan." Zea handed him a scouter. "I've uploaded the coordinates of the planet into your spaceship. You should leave immediately."

"Is this a solo mission?" Turles wondered as he put on the iconic scouter with glee.

"I'm surprised as well… Lord Frieza must expect much from you," Zea said.

Zea checked his scouter once more and still couldn't believe his eyes. How did this monkey raise his power level from the hundreds to over 1,500 so quickly? Maybe Lord Frieza's intuition wasn't off about entrusting this planet to the monkey. 'I better be careful what I say to this monkey now that he's stronger than me. Even if I'm ranked higher than him…'

"Well, I'll be back soon as long as there isn't anything fun happening while I'm gone. See ya around, Naba. Don't miss me too much while I'm gone." Turles chuckled as he made his way to his spaceship.

"Who'll miss who!? You're the one obsessed with my training station!" Naba fired back.

"I guess you aren't wrong, haha. I will miss that training room. Hopefully, this planet will be enough to entertain me while I'm gone." Turles replied.

On his way to his ship, Turles passed by a familiar trio. A sinister smirk grew on his face as he made eye contact with the princess. "Oh, you're still alive?" Princess Vegeta gave a haughty laugh. "I guess even low-class trash can get lucky every now and then." He sneered.

"Princess Vegeta, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance again." Turles gave an elegant bow as he briefly transformed into his Oozaru state.

Turles vanished from his current position as his power grew to over ten times its normal state. His fist buried itself into the Princess's gut. The Princess spat blood over his smiling face from the force of his attack. Turles reappeared behind the trio with his back facing them, still bowing. "I'd like to thank you for nearly killing me. I couldn't have got this strong without you. See ya later, Princess of all Saiyans." Turles chuckled as he continued his way to his ship.


"I-Impossible…" Vegeta held his stomach as he dropped to his knees in pure disbelief and pain.

"No… No way!" Nappa looked at Turles's departing figure and then back at Prince Vegeta.

"How did he get so strong?!" Raditz added.

It had to be some sort of trick! Vegeta refused to believe that some low-class trash would overpower an elite Saiyan like himself. There was no way that scum who had a power level of only a few thousand could humiliate him like this! It must be because he was caught off guard! That's all!

"Hmph. A lucky hit, that's all. I'll show that disgusting low-class filth the power of a Saiyan elite the next time I see him!" Vegeta promised.

"He won't get away so easily on our watch!" Nappa nodded as he heard Vegeta's words. A lucky hit made more sense than that low-class garbage suddenly becoming strong enough to hurt Prince Vegeta.

"We'll show him the might of upper-class Saiyans." Raditz had no issue disciplining Turles despite him looking identical to his brother. Turles wasn't his brother, after all.


Turles let out a relieved sigh as he shot off into space in his attack ball. That felt great getting some payback on the princess. It was kind of hard not to hold a grudge against someone after nearly being killed by them. The princess was probably going to go crazy after this.

'Instead of Cui being his rival, I might snatch that spot myself.' Turles snickered before throwing the idea out of his head.

Turles had no interest in becoming Vegeta's rival. He'll leave that position to Kakarot. Vegeta was small potatoes in the Frieza Force somehow. At his introduction in the Saiyan Saga, he had a power level of 18,000. The only reasonable explanation Turles could figure for why Vegeta wasn't as trusted as Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu Force was because Frieza knew or suspected his loyalty to him was false. Because Vegeta was actually stronger than all Frieza's men, even at the start of Z. If you factor in his Oozaru transformation, only Frieza himself could take out Vegeta. With his Great Ape form, Vegeta had a power level of 180,000. This was even stronger than Captain Ginyu, who had a power level of 120,000. Frieza stated that he thought no one in the universe surpassed Ginyu in power, excluding Beerus, Majin Buu, his brother, and his father.

Turles could only shake his head at Toriyama's foolishness. He made Vegeta out to be so weak when he could've reasonably destroyed all of the Frieza Force before the Namek Saga and during the Namek Saga as long as he kept his tail. Not that it would've helped much against Frieza's absurd power level or Captain Ginyu's body change or hell, even Guldo's Time Stop, but still. Saiyans were bullshit, and Turles planned to become the most bullshit out of them all.
 
Chapter 8: Going Out on a Solo Mission!
Turles looked at the mental clone he had made of Vegeta. After their two brief but memorable encounters, Turles got an accurate size of Vegeta's power. This would make the image training more effective since he had a proper gauge of Vegeta's power. He smirked as Vegeta sneered.

Turles cheated to get one over Vegeta when he was leaving. His base power was still no match for the elite warrior. While Turles may have shown his power level as over 1,500, his true power was a fair bit above that. He didn't know the exact level as he's never used his full power, but he was satisfied with his gains so far. It won't take long for him to surpass Vegeta and eventually catch the attention of Lord Frieza or the Ginyu Force.

Turles started his image training and allowed himself to be attacked in order to gain an advantage over the princess. Vegeta replicated his little stunt earlier and nearly dropped Turles to his knees with a blow to the gut. Turles held Vegeta's arm with both hands as he opened his mouth. A bright purple light filled the inside of his mouth, startling the Prince.

Instead of aiming for the head where Vegeta could possibly dodge his attack, Turles aimed for the much more vulnerable and larger area to hit, his body. He fired off an energy wave from his mouth that blasted the Vegeta through several walls of the building on Planet Frieza 17. Holding his abdomen, Turles didn't even need to see the elite Saiyan's face to know how pissed he was. All he had to do was look up in the sky.

A bright purple light filled the sky. Turles looked up and saw the prince with a furious expression on his face, charging up a Galick Gun. Finally, being in this situation himself, Turles was curious. In the series, there are many times when characters just sit and watch as an enemy is charging up an attack or transforming. He can excuse the Saiyans as they're fighting maniacs, but everyone else doesn't get that excuse.

Turles flew in the sky and began rapidly vanishing and appearing across the sky. He saw Vegeta continue charging his attack, but it certainly wasn't wide enough to cover the entire sky. With a smirk on his face, Turles continued to taunt Vegeta by never staying still to be hit by his attack. Eventually, it reached its peak and could no longer rise in power. But Vegeta still hasn't fired it.

"Well, why don't I help you?" Turles appeared behind Vegeta and elbowed him into the ground below.

Vegeta's power dropped significantly as Turles stood over his burial site. His hand glowed with energy. He pointed his glowing palm at Vegeta. "Wrong choice, Princess." Turles fired and blew up Vegeta to smithereens.

In that fight, Turles wasn't satisfied by Vegeta and restarted his mental world. He spent his time traveling through space inside his attack ball, mentally training himself since he couldn't physically train himself. His opponents varied once things started to get stale. Turles fought against Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. He fought Zarbon, Dodoria, Cui, and even Lord Frieza as a joke. Of course, he lost more times than he won, but it helped bring his fighting form into something with more substance.

When Turles crash-landed on the planet, he was greeted with the sight of an amazing-looking planet. The surface was covered in rolling hills, lush forests, and sparkling lakes. The buildings on this planet were made with a combination of greenery and stone materials, blending seamlessly into the natural environment. The structures were tall and had their own sense of style, with sweeping curves and large windows. The buildings were surrounded by sprawling gardens filled with a diverse array of plants and trees. He was satisfied. Now this was a planet worth conquering. A eutopia compared to that desert planet filled with death, heat, and monsters. Turles clicked his scouter to check out all of the power levels on this planet and couldn't help but be surprised.

Somewhere on this planet was a being with a power level of 3,000. Besides that, everyone else was a pushover. How impressive. The average power level of a soldier from the Frieza Force was around 2,000. Whoever this person or creature was, they could be proud in knowing that they could take out the average soldier from the army. Even Turles didn't hold a candle to them with his base power.

Turles opened up his space pod and took a deep breath of the fresh air around him. He could sense several low power levels coming toward him. They must have seen his spaceship crashing into the planet. Hopefully, they were important or could lead him to someone important. Otherwise, he'll have to go on a killing spree throughout the planet.

His eyes spotted this planet's inhabitants traveling in a group. They wore clothes, looked like humanoid bug people, and carried weapons. From what Turles could see, they have long, slender limbs and torsos. Their skin is smooth and has a range of blue and green tones, indicating a possible camouflage adaptation. Their most distinctive feature is the pair of antennae that sprout from the top of their heads They looked at Turles with apprehension and wariness as they held their metal weapons up. Their clothes seemed to be made from a lightweight, durable material that seemed to be woven from fibers from local plants or animals. Their weapons were made from a shiny, metallic material, suggesting a level of technological sophistication beyond what Turles might expect from bug people.

"Greetings. I'd like to speak to the one in charge of this planet." Turles politely requested.

"Who are you!?" The bug-man that Turles guessed was the leader of this little group pointed his sword at him.

"My name is Turles. I'm here on behalf of my boss to broker a deal with whoever is in charge of this place." He introduced himself.

"A deal? What kind of deal could a stranger like you give to our king?" He asked.

"A deal that could change the lives of everyone on this planet for the rest of their lives," Turles spoke with a sense of wonder and amazement.

"Fine. I'll try to get you an audience with our king but take note of this! I hold no promises that our king will accept to meet with you face to face."

"Please try to convince him." Turles brought his hands together with a smile. "This will be the biggest change for everyone on this planet. No one will be left out from this deal."

"Like I said, no promises. Follow me." His antenna twitched, and all of the soldiers surrounded Turles.

They had him surrounded from the back, the sides, and in front. Their weapons were pointed at him, but he kept a casual smile on his face. Looking as harmless as a merchant could be. If that merchant was the size of a child, had a muscular body for a kid, and didn't look threatened by all the sharp weapons pointed at him. They traveled quite a distance from the dense jungle Turles crashed in.

Eventually, they arrived at a grandiose palace. Turles noticed that the highest power level on this planet was deep inside the palace. This would make things easier for him. He followed them inside, went down some grand staircase, and soon found himself locked behind bars in some sort of dungeon.

"Awh, man. I trusted you guys." Turles looked at the captain.

"Do you think we are fools!? Just to trust the words of any random child from who knows where!? Do you think that just anyone could meet our king?! Not even I can get an audience with the king so easily, and I'm in charge of training his army!" He shouted.

"You could've just said that instead of wasting my time…" Turles pouted. "Is there still a chance that I could meet with him?" Turles gave them one last chance to live.

"If you're lucky after he hears of your arrival."

"You're going to go tell him about me?!" Turles looked like an excited child who just found his only lifeline.

"Yes, because if I don't, someone else will steal the credit for capturing and interrogating you." He replied.

"Alright, I'll be here waiting! Bye, bug man!" Turles waved at him.

"My name is Eire, prisoner." Most of the guards walked away, leaving only two behind to watch over him in his cell.

Turles was not impressed with the state of his cell. It was an empty rectangular room made of stone. For some reason, it was moist and wet in places. This was not going to go well when he got his audience with the king of this place. However, the bug captain's instincts and decisions were mostly correct. He could've done a better job if he had searched him for weapons and didn't lead him to the actual king's palace.

As a man intending to become the best bad guy in the multiverse, he knew faults when he saw them. Turles would've continued the friendly act if their places were switched until he knew what the invader could offer. He would've just made the stranger meet with a fake king, discuss details of the deal, and then ask for time to decide on a decision with his counsel. If it was worth it, seal the deal as long as it wasn't too oppressive. If it wasn't, send the stranger back on his way or try to negotiate another deal for his tech. If none of that worked and they were hostile, use all available power to try and kill them.

The attack ball, scouter, and armor of the Frieza Force were high-quality goods. There was no way they weren't highly valuable products to sell alongside planets, right? They were too useful not to be. When Turles rose high enough in rank, he planned to understand all of the inner workings of the Frieza Force. It was impossible that the Frieza Force's only business was selling planets with all their tech.
 
Chapter 9: The Subjugation of Planet Jam.
It took some very patient waiting on Turles's part before he was finally given an audience with the king. He was shackled, escorted, and held at spear point as he was brought to the king. Turles leisurely let them be comforted in their actions despite them being ultimately pointless. He could easily break these shackles and kill them all before they even blinked. But that wasn't how he wanted to conquer planets as a member of the Frieza Force. It would be more efficient to do it this way to help line up with his late goal plans.

"Speak Traveler from the Great Beyond!" The King's attendant or something shouted in a shrill-feminine voice.

"I give my greetings to the king. I come bearing a deal that I believe would benefit your kingdom and your people." Turles politely greeted. He would've bowed if he didn't have spears pointed at his neck.

"Traveler, speak to me about this deal." The king responded.

This was the man with a power level of 3,000. No one else on the planet came close to him in strength. Turles supposed it'd be pretty strange if the king wasn't the strongest or had the strongest in his army. It was time to see if this king could see reason.

"My boss has graciously seen fit to give your kingdom and its citizens the opportunity to undergo a great shift in lifestyle, culture, and technology! By accepting my boss's offer that only a special few in the universe receive the opportunity to have, you will see your kingdom transformed into something you couldn't believe. Spaceships that will allow you to travel throughout never-ending space, weapons far above whatever you could ever develop on this planet, and armor tougher than anything you've ever seen before. You will become a part of something far greater than you could ever dream." Turles spouted bullshit that wasn't really a lie.

"This sounds suspiciously too good of a deal, Traveler. What's the catch?" The king narrowed his eyes at Turles. "Do not take me for a fool."

"All you have to do is…" Turles purposely paused his words for dramatic effect. "Submit to Lord Frieza." He told them plain and simple.

"Submit to Lord Frieza…" He repeated.

A loud laughter barreled out of his mouth. Dressed in kingly robes, a shiny crown, and a muscular body that dwarfed any other bug-man Turles has seen so far. The sharp spears of the king's guards touched his neck. It seemed like they were waiting for the order to execute him for his words.

"Give up my position as king and become a lowly subject of this Frieza of yours?" He continued to laugh.

"Ah, that's not necessary. You can continue to be a king. All that Lord Frieza asks is that you and your kingdom submit to him." Turles corrected him.

"A faux king is no king at all!" The king shouted.

"Well, it's certainly better than the alternative. I can promise you that." Turles was being honest.

"Oh, and what is that alternative, Traveler?" He suddenly laughed in amusement.

"The complete annihilation and extermination of your entire planet." Turles didn't hold anything back.

Silence filled the throne room as the implication of his words settled in. Just as the king began to laugh even harder than before, one of the soldiers grew so pissed he tried to kill Turles right then and there. Turles aimed his palm at the bug-man as he was pulling back his spear and fired a hole through his chest. The others weren't able to react in time and didn't realize what happened as one of their own dropped to the floor dead.

Once the realization set in, they didn't react with fear or caution. Like brave warriors of the king, they all went to take Turles's life. Turles casually killed them all in response. He kneed the nearest knight in the abdomen before finishing them off with a double elbow strike to the skull that split open his cranium.

Turles could sense multiple bug men coming from behind him. The young Saiyan twirled into the air as he performed a sweeping kick to the three bug men's jaws. Their necks twisted in such a way that they wouldn't be getting up again. The remaining knights hesitantly looked at their slaughtered allies, then at the king, before charging at Turles.

"I would commend you for your bravery if I didn't suspect you just don't know that I'm scarier than your king." Turles suddenly appeared next to the duo, placing his palms on their stomachs.

Two beams exited through their backs, and they fell to the ground without any life left in them. Turles easily ripped off his long shackles and faced the king with a small grin on his face. His power wasn't that much weaker than the king's despite not matching it. He was looking forward to this fight. It's been fun image training on the ship when he was making his way here, but image training couldn't compete with real fighting. Not in the slightest!

"You believe you're scarier than me? I conquered foes bigger, stronger, and older than you, child! You think you can defeat me?!" The king rose from his throne.

"This is your second chance, king of the bug men. Submit to Lord Frieza." Turles purposely taunted him.

Knowing that this proud king wouldn't choose to surrender without a fight. A fight that he eagerly wanted. The king responded to his provocation by grabbing a large spiraling lance and shield from one of his retainers, then rushing toward Turles.

"Thank you," Turles muttered under his breath.

Turles was prepared for his attack. He watched the king's movements from the beginning to its potential end. Just as the king was about to impale him with that lance of his, Turles leaped over his weapon and drop kicked him in the face. The king smashed into his throne head-first as he looked at Turles in shock.

"Don't get scared now. I'm actually weaker than you in battle power." Turles mocked him.

"Who is afraid of a child!?" The king cautiously rushed back in, this time not putting everything into offense.

He gave multiple thrusts that would've done some dangerous damage to Turles if he didn't dodge them. Turles laughed as he fired multiple ki blasts at the king while he was dodging his attacks. Although, he did suffer some damage from doing that, receiving some cuts on his body. The king made some clicking noise that Turles guessed was a sound of anger before running toward him.

The king hid his upper torso behind his shield as he continuously stabbed forward.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Turles hopped backward as he fired a ki blast at the ceiling. In doing this, the king nearly managed to pierce him through the gut with his lance. Turles just barely managed to block his stomach, but his hands got shredded to shit from grabbing the lance's tip.

"You missed brat. What kind of aim was that?!" The king grinned.

"Did I, Your Majesty?" Turles smirked back as he leaped backward.

A large portion of the roof crashed down on top of the king. Turles didn't even bother checking to see if the king was still alive or not as he began charging his energy. He brought his bleeding palms toward each other but didn't make them touch as he gathered his energy. A small ring formed in between his palms, sparkling with electricity. As Turles poured more energy into the energy ring, it expanded in size, forcing his palms to split apart further.

The king threw the rubble off of himself as he looked for Turles. He looked at him with shock as he saw the giant energy-shaped ring formed in front of the tailed child. Realizing that he had little time to react, the king dropped his lance as he placed both hands on his shield and brought it in front of him. "Kill Driver!" It was headed the king's way; all he could do now was defend himself.

Turles laughed in amusement as he saw the king turtle up. With Turles's ki control training over the years, it was possible for him to concentrate a larger amount of ki in his attacks. Just like the earthlings could on Earth. Apparently, it was a very rare ability for most of the universe. It was why Turles kept his ability to do so hidden. He kept many things hidden from the Frieza Force as it would potentially ruin his future plans if Frieza or any others from the Frieza Force learned about ki control, ki sensing, and other stuff. In fact, messing with Vegeta might give him more of a reason to train, which might destroy the Z-Fighter's chance of defeating them when they head to Earth. Turles supposed he should avoid the trio of Saiyans going forth. He didn't particularly care about the Z-Fighters, but it would kind of suck if they died before he could meet them in person.

Turles's Kill Driver exploded with a magnificent explosion. The force of the attack caused a great gust of heated wind to blow. Turles covered his eyes as he looked at the rising smoke. He could sense the king's dwindling ki but didn't know if the bug king was about to kick the bucket or was severely injured.

Once the smoke cleared up, Turles could see the kneeling, bleeding figure of the king glaring at him. Turles walked over to him. He looked down on him purposely. For him to realize his position. So that he would understand that his life was in Turles's hands.

"This is your final chance, King. Submit to Lord Frieza or perish along with everything you've built so far." Turles charged a purple ki blast in front of his palm aimed at the king. "No one will remember you. Your race will die without anyone in the universe knowing you ever existed."

The king looked into his eyes. He lost the will to resist and fight as he understood his body's condition. There was no way he could win against this child. His men would be slaughtered by the Traveler without the slightest chance of resisting if he died. It gouged a deep hole in his pride, but this wasn't a difficult choice. Extermination or servitude.

"My kingdom submits to Lord Frieza…" He dropped his shield.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you." Turles grinned as he clicked his scouter. "Mission Complete. Planet…" Turles looked at the king. "What is the name of this place?"

"Kingdom Jam. I am King Jam." He answered.

"Planet Jam has been conquered and is ready for subjugation. The King has sworn servitude to Lord Frieza, but it isn't known if all those in his kingdom are willing to listen to him. King Jam has a power level of three thousand and is the strongest on the planet. As long as you call in soldiers around that power level, there is nothing to worry about." Turles called in.

"You didn't exterminate all of them on the planet, huh? Alright, Saiyan. Well done, Lord Frieza will hear of your mission's success. You may return and await your next mission." Mission Control responded.

"Just as words of advice for the future." Turles turned off his scouter. "I'm the most merciful soldier in the Frieza Force. Ensure your subjects don't get your race exterminated when the Frieza Force arrives." He turned it back on and made his way to his ship.

"T-Thank you for your advice…" The king bit his lips.

"Welcome to the Frieza Force." Turles laughed.
 
Wonder what Freeza thinks of this.
He either finds it mildly interesting that a Saiyan did something other than go murder everything, or annoying because someone else had bought that planet in reserve and now he has to kill the bug people manually.
 
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Wonder what Freeza thinks of this.
He either finds it mildly interesting that a Saiyan did something other than go murder everything, or annoying because someone else had bought that planet in reserve and now he has to kill the bug people manually.
Or he can just draft the bug people as new soldiers of the Frieza Force.

Gotta increase the military power of the Frieza Force with various alien races across Universe 7.
 
Chapter 10: A Successful Mission!
When Turles returned to Frieza Planet 17, his first choice of action was to head to the medical room to get his hands fixed, but a certain trio had nothing better to do than to wait for his arrival to teach him a lesson. At first, Turles wanted to avoid them, but then he realized this could be a great opportunity to abuse his Saiyan biology even further. He was injured during his mission on Planet Jam, but he wasn't injured enough that it would provide a sizable boost to his power. Turles couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the trio.

'Ooh, Prince Vegeta, you do spoil me so." Turles charged in first with a kick to Vegeta's face. The prince cursed in frustration at the surprise attack.

His hands were mostly useless from King Jam's lance, meaning this was going to be an armless fight. Nappa brought his hands together and knocked Turles to the ground with a blow to his head. Turles dropped to the snowy ground as Raditz followed up with a kick to his side that sent him rolling across the snow. Multiple soldiers from the Frieza Force watched as the Saiyans went at each other. All watching in amusement, except one person.

As Prince Vegeta and his attendants basically ganged up on the already injured Saiyan, Naba looked on within the crowd. She aimed her blaster at the back of Prince Vegeta's head, who was laughing while watching Nappa and Raditz kick Turles around. Naba didn't know what their problem was with Turles, but as the only co-worker she could tolerate, there was no way she was going to let them kill him so easily. Just as she lined up her shot and was about to fire, someone grabbed her blaster.

"G-G-General Zarbon!?" Naba jumped in fright with a rapid bow afterward.

"There's no need for that, my dear. I'll handle this." The handsome light blue-skinned alien known for his wisdom and power separated the crowd with just his presence.

As Turles's life force was weakening by the second, he sensed an impressive power headed his way. He struggled to lift his head and see who this newcomer was to interrupt his plans. Only to feel himself being lifted up like a cat and carried away. Being held in this position was new and pretty uncomfortable but whatever. Turles felt he was beaten pretty well.

"I'll be taking this one away. You can have your fun another time, Prince Vegeta." Zarbon carried Turles away.

"Tch, whatever. Count your lucky stars, low-class trash." Vegeta said his goodbyes.

Turles tried to speak, but the only that came out of his mouth was blood and spit. "I wouldn't bother, little monkey. Save it for after you recover in the healing tank. I was interested in how you conquered Planet Jam all on your own despite having a power level of 1,500. It does make me curious. I'm interested in hearing how you overcame a warrior twice stronger than you without going into your giant monkey form. Planet Jam didn't have any moons orbiting its planet." Zarbon chatted as he carried him like luggage.

"Fix him up." Zarbon tossed him on the floor in the medical room like garbage. Turles gurgled blood.

"Right away, General Zarbon!" All of the medics shot up from their seats with their spines straight.

The medics stripped him, attached the wires and breathing apparatus to him, and filled up the healing tank. Turles let himself succumb to the blissful feeling of recovery and drifted off to sleep. It seems he's captured Lord Frieza's attention sooner than he thought. Perhaps it was because of his antagonistic relationship with Vegeta and friends.

Frieza probably believed that he could use him as a chess piece against Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. It was certainly evil and efficient of him. Put the remaining monkeys against each other, and if he's lucky, have them wipe each other out. If not, Frieza could at least prevent the four Saiyans from grouping up to plot together. He could raise this outsider Saiyan that the other Saiyans are hostile against as a loyal soldier of his army. And if he's particularly stupid, get rid of him later.

Of course, all of this was simply hypothetical. Turles couldn't know exactly what the hell Frieza was thinking. It was just based on his own guesses and how he would go about it. He couldn't fathom why someone of Zarbon's position would bother noticing a common army soldier with a paltry power level of 1,500. The most likely guess was it had to do with his relationship with the other Saiyans. He didn't do anything other than train, eat, heal, and hang out with Naba. And Naba was a common engineer with nothing special about her.

Nearly an hour later, Zarbon eventually returned to the medical room to pick him up once he was finished healing. Turles held in his smile as he felt the increased power flowing through his body. He put on his armor and bowed. "Thank you for saving me, General Zarbon. I don't know what I did to deserve the attention of someone as respected and powerful as yourself."

"A monkey with etiquette and manners? I'd sooner believe the Ginyu Force was throwing away their ridiculous poses." Zarbon scanned his power level. "You've grown from a power level of 1,500 to 2,500 in such a short time. While it's nothing impressive compared to most soldiers, it is something worthy of interest. Follow me." Zarbon turned and began to walk outside of the room.

"Yes, sir." Turles followed him out of the medical room.

They made their way to the ship's command center. Turles bowed on one knee with his head down while in Lord Frieza's presence. General Dodoria was here as well. Silence filled the room. As the lowest-ranking soldier there, Turles said nothing until he was spoken to.

"Saiyan. I've heard of your recent success and would like to congratulate you." Frieza spoke inside his little pod without even facing him.

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Frieza. Your words are much more than I deserve for simply fulfilling my duty as a member of the Frieza Force." Turles never looked up from the ground or made eye contact.

"Oho, I suppose you are correct. Doing what you are asked of is certainly nothing worthy of praise." Lord Frieza responded. "Very well, you are dismissed." He waved him out.

"Yes, Lord Frieza." Turles exited the room.

As he was about to go to the canteen, he was called out by Zarbon.

"Monkey, what's your name?" General Zarbon asked.

"Turles, sir." Turles turned to him.

"You frequent Training Room 13, right?"

"Yes, that's correct. Operator Naba's station."

"Meet me there tomorrow morning. I have a proposal for you."

"Yes, sir." Turles was curious.

Was his hunch correct? Did Frieza really plan to use him as a chess piece against the other Saiyans? He was even willing to have Zarbon mentor him? This would be interesting, but he hoped it wouldn't interrupt his other plans. There were still a lot of things he had to accomplish before the start of the Saiyan Saga. Hopefully, he would be able to find the Seed of Might before so. There was nothing better than quick and easy ways to more power, not that Turles was afraid of working hard. In a universe like Dragon Ball, if he didn't work hard, he'd be killed before he knew it.

When Turles made it to the canteen, he didn't see any signs of Naba. He did spot another soldier of the Frieza Force, however. It was Zea, his higher-up. Zea called him over to him.

"Here's your pay for your recent success. Keep up the good work, soldier." Zea paid him in pols, metallic cylindrical rods.

"Thank you, sir." Turles pocketed the galactic currency and went on his way to use some of his pay on food.

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"What do you think, Zarbon?" Frieza asked his right-hand man.

"If I didn't see his tail, I would be hard-pressed to believe that child was a Saiyan at all, sir," Zarbon responded.

"Kid did look like your type." Dodoria chuckled.

"He did, didn't he? I suppose I'll find out more about him tomorrow. It's not often I see recruits with potential."

"You believe he has value?" Frieza was slightly curious.

"Yes, Lord Frieza," Zarbon responded. "I've heard from some of my men that the Saiyan is at odds with Prince Vegeta and his men. They've attempted to kill him twice, and I wouldn't put it past them to attempt further tries in the future."

"Sounds like a weakling to me. How can that brat hold any use to Lord Frieza?" Dodoria wanted to know.

"It is because he is not of the same mind as those other monkeys. I don't know why they're against each other, but the child would hold value to us just by being a monkey and against Prince Vegeta."

"How?" Dodoria asked.

"His loyalties would lie with Lord Frieza and not the other Saiyans. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Prince Vegeta and the other two are a close-knit bunch. They stick together and don't separate or mingle with any other soldiers. In contrast, Turles has an interesting reputation amongst the army."

"Go on," Frieza told him.

"He is far more well-liked compared to Prince Vegeta and the other two. He's willing to socialize and befriend other soldiers. Even those that mock him for his birth, power level, and reputation."

"Reputation? What kind of reputation could a weakling with a power level of 2,500 have?" Dodoria mocked.

"Well, I say reputation, but it isn't positive. Most of the crew knows him as the Weakest Saiyan since he's always seen inside or heading to the medical room with grievous injuries."

"Tell me again how this saiyan will be useful to me?" Frieza wanted to know.

"I'll personally train him into someone useful. I'll make him a deterrent for Prince Vegeta and the other Saiyans if they ever get out of line. It would be quite beautiful if the end of the Saiyans came from the hands of a Saiyan." Zarbon smiled.

"Heh, you're just as nasty as me with that personality." Dodoria chuckled.

"Don't ever compare yourself to me again, you disgusting brute." Zarbon took offense to that.

"You're right. I'm more merciful with my men." Dodoria laughed.

"Very well, Zarbon. You may do as you please with the Saiyan." Frieza said.
 
So Freeza doesn't really care about Turles yet, beyond that Zaborn is interested, which is a good thing for sure, but he has attracted the attention of Zarbon to the point of personal training, which is simultaneously helpful and also a very poor position to be in.
Right now his best bet is flying somewhat underneath the radar while he grows stronger, and getting Zarbon training him will make that alot harder, but also make him stronger quicker.
 
Chapter 11: Ranking Up in the Planet Trade Organization!
"Well, what are you waiting for? Show me the extent of your abilities. I'll need to know if you're worth my time." Zarbon hurried him up.

"Yes, General Zarbon!" Turles didn't hesitate.

Turles appeared in front of Zarbon, his knee homing in on his face. Zarbon blocked it as Turles rushed to his back with an elbow aiming at his liver. "Hmph." Zarbon didn't even turn as flicked his hair like a model. Turles's elbow struck gold, only for him to realize that he's done no damage whatsoever. He didn't stop his offensive assault, though.

A low sweep that would've tripped any warrior near his own power level. Following up the failed low sweep with a rapid-fire of useless punches into an uppercut that didn't move Zarbon an inch. Turles turned in the air and spun into a back kick toward Zarbon's face. Just like before, he blocked it, and Turles grinned. He shot off two ki blasts that went sailing past the sides of Zarbon's face. He charged a last one that was headed directly at Zarbon's face.

"Are you fooling around?" Zarbon looked him in the eyes.

"I'm just doing as I was asked, sir," Turles responded, unleashing the ki blast at Zarbon.

Zarbon blasted him and his attack away. Turles was lodged in the training room's wall with severe injuries. Oh boy, General Zarbon did not like it when you repeatedly targeted his face. He could barely move his limbs, but Turles counted this test as a success as he heard Zarbon make a surprised noise. These guys can't sense ki.

"I suppose… I can count this as a success for you." Zarbon dusted off his shoulder pads from the ki blasts that hit him from behind. "A far better showing than your predecessors, anyway. Congratulations, Turles. You have gained a rare opportunity to have the Great General Zarbon tutor you himself. We'll begin again tomorrow, and I expect to see more beauty in your movements. Operator, take him to the medical room." Zarbon brushed his hair to the side as he exited the training room.

"Yes, General Zarbon!" Naba bowed and went in to grab Turles.

In the canteen, Naba stared a hole through Turles's face. Turles had thick skin, but even this was too much. He would love nothing more than to dig into his tower of food, but he had a feeling that Naba had hundreds of questions for him. "Wait until I'm done eating. I don't want this getting cold." He told her.

"You can just heat it up with your fancy ability to shoot ki out of your hands!" Naba retorted. Not every soldier in the Frieza Force could shoot ki from their hands.

"Reheated food doesn't taste the same as properly cooked food." Turles dug in his food to the annoyed sigh of Naba.

"You arrived in your spaceship injured from a mission. Picked a fight with Prince Vegeta and his attendants immediately after coming out. You didn't even try to talk yourself out of it like you had a death wish or something. Don't you know that you survived only thanks to General Zarbon's mercy!? I was even planning to do something crazy enough to put my life at risk to help save you, you insane suicidal monkey!" Naba listed out her grievances.

"Let it all out." Turles supported her with his mouth full.

"Shut up! Don't! I don't need you to! Augh! How do you live like that?!"

"I don't know, I'd say I'm doing pretty well. I worked my way up from the bottom of the Frieza Force to becoming the protégé of General Zarbon in only a few months. That's pretty good for a soldier, right?" Turles asked her.

"..." Naba was dumbfounded as she took a moment to think about his words.

This stupid brat had a point! His behavior has been positively reinforced, and he's only benefited from acting like a suicidal insane person. He's even growing stronger from it, and he'll grow even further now that he's the student of General Zarbon! Was Naba the one in the wrong? It couldn't be, right? But the facts were pointing exactly in that direction!

"See." Turles smiled with food-stained around his mouth. "Naba. Nala. Naha. You have to realize that the universe isn't one that runs on common sense. Especially in an organization like this where it's a meritocracy. You are valued for what you can accomplish and your achievements. It doesn't matter what methods you use to gain recognition or power. As long as you are recognized for it, and you can back up your achievements." Turles shared some wisdom with the naive innocent Naba.

"I can't believe I'm being lectured by a brat more than half my age." Naba sighed.

"I'm surprised someone as smart as you didn't catch on to how the way this place worked sooner. You must be pretty lucky to have been so innocent for so long." Turles finished his food. He said innocent instead of naive to spare her feelings.

"I seriously, don't want to hear this from you."

"Ah ah ah, don't talk to your superior like this." Turles waggled his finger.

"Oh my god, you are my superior now!" Naba held her head in distress.

"Yep." Turles grinned. "We're no longer equals anymore, engineer." Turles stood up, still far shorter than Naba.

"My life sucks." Naba rested her chin on her hands.

"You know, there's a difference between working hard and working smart?"

"Oh yeah, and what's that difference?"

"Suckers only know how to do the first one." Turles chuckled.

"I will shoot you in your stupid monkey face."

"Alright, alright. I'm done joking. You're my first friend here, so I'll treat you well as my first underling."

"Hey! You're that weakling Saiyan, right?" The smell of booze wafted toward their table.

"That's me," Turles responded. "How can I help you?"

It was a larger soldier. His power was pathetic compared to his own. Purple skin, wide shoulders, and thick limbs, he had everything one could ask for in a soldier if you focused on looks anyway. Maybe intelligence too.

"I heard you joined General Zarbon instead of General Dodoria! That makes us enemies! This woman here, I want her." He reeked of alcohol.

"Are you picking a fight with me over her or due to our different bosses?" Turles wasn't sure with how he questioned it.

"Quit talking so much, pipsqueak, and put 'em up!" The buff alien didn't answer and threw an easily telegraphed punch.

Turles saw as everyone around them was snickering and laughing. Most likely, his buddies put him up to it or put the idea into his head. Just another attempt at hazing the monkey. Turles wouldn't have a problem with it if they weren't so weak. There was a difference between letting himself get beat to shit by stronger opponents, but no one in the canteen right now could match his power after being nearly crippled by Zarbon. At his full power in Great Ape form, he was confident that he was stronger than Zarbon and Dodoria combined already. But he still had a long way to go before he could match up with those mutants in the Ginyu Force with power levels of over 40,000, excluding Guldo, who's only around 10,000.

Turles turned his back to the drunk fool and blasted the snickering bastards in the back with ki blasts. He blocked the fist of the drunkie with his tail. It latched around his wrist and snapped it, causing him to scream in pain. The alien clutched his broken wrist, giving Turles an easier opportunity to spin-kick him across the face. He was sent spinning through the air.

"Anyone else wants to have some fun with the Weakest Saiyan?" Turles showed off his new power level of 3,000.

His real power level was now far above 3,000, but he was only willing to show this much. After all, boosts from recovering from his injured state were inconsistent. He may be showing his power level growing by 500, but he had no control over how much he grew. If he continues his training like he has been, one day, he might get a boost like Kakarot did on Namek. But considering Kakarot was the protagonist, Turles didn't believe he'd get that lucky. Kakarot gained a 33x boost in strength before fighting Frieza in his final form. Once Turles got his hands on a Seed of Might, he wouldn't have to hope for handouts from his biological power. A single fruit from the Tree of Might could give him an x15 power boost at the very least per fruit. However, it was unknown whether he could continue eating them forever with the same results or it would have diminishing returns. Neither the movie nor Toriyama ever went into depth about it. It was up to him to experiment and whatnot with it if he ever got it.

"Let's go." Naba stood up as well, taking the lead as they walked out of the canteen.


"Weakest Saiyan, my shiny pink ass…"

"Who the hell spread such rumors? That brat has a power level of 3,000."

"He's also training with General Zarbon, so that monkey's power is going to increase even further in the future!"

"Better that monkey than Prince Vegeta and the other two."

"He actually left those idiots alive. Prince Vegeta would've slaughtered them if they tried to mess with him."

"Doesn't that make him weaker than Prince Vegeta? Why would he spare those fools?"

"Go ask him yourself if you're so curious. How the hell am I supposed to know what goes on in a monkey's mind? All I know is I'm not getting on the bad side of those monkeys until I know I'm stronger than them."

"You better hurry up then. That monkey is General Zarbon's student now. The only monkeys you'll be able to have fun with are Prince Vegeta and the other two. Unless you want to get on the bad side of General Zarbon."
 
Chapter 12: Meeting a Member of the Ginyu Force!
"You will need a sense of style if you're going to continue learning under me." General Zarbon said.

"I don't think a sense of style is going to help me much in a fight." Turles tried to reason with the beauty maniac.

"My student will not be a mindless brute who lacks wisdom and grace. Leave that for that disgusting Dodoria and those under him." Zarbon replied.

"Sorry, teach, going against my biology will weaken me. At a Saiyan's core, beauty and grace are pointless things." Turles decided to be upfront with him.

"What are you going on about?" Zarbon held his face in his hands with an exasperated sigh.

"To put it simply, I can't become the first Saiyan with grace and beauty. It's not in our nature. It's like if you were trying to turn the Frieza Force into the Galatic Patrol. Completely impossible." Turles shrugged.

"Fine. Just don't embarrass me, or I'll kill you." Zarbon gave up one of his hidden goals of training this monkey.

"Yes, sir!" Turles readied himself for a fight.

Time passed with Turles training under Zarbon and getting his body destroyed on a daily basis. It was far more efficient training this way instead of going against saibamen, whose power level he was far above by now. His training with Zarbon was also considered more important than going out on missions to conquer planets. Turles didn't understand why and was somewhat upset by this, as this actively hindered his chances of finding the Seed of Might.

Overall, he was content but could always do with more. His power was rapidly growing thanks to Zarbon's brutal training, and it didn't take long for it to nearly reach half of Zarbon's own after he realized how fast Turles's power grew after beating him half to death on a daily basis. In fact, Turles could even sense a hint of fear or pride when Zarbon looked at him. Several months passed until anything of substance happened.

Lord Frieza needed Zarbon's assistance, and Turles could no longer rely on Zarbon's beatings for quick growth. He was back to training on his own. The saibamen were useless, with his power level now above 10,000. If Zarbon didn't gain an interest in him, he would've been stuck with two options. Roaming around the ship picking fights with people stronger than himself, or doing suicidal training and relying on Naba to take him to the medical room after he was finished.

"We've been doing this for months! When is it going to be over?!" Naba questioned him.

"I'm training. Just keep thinking." Turles had his hand on top of her head.

Turles was trying to learn how to use telepathy. This was an incredibly useful skill that was horribly underused in the series. Just being able to read someone's mind and memories would be a great help for his future plans of conquering the multiverse. Forget the Tournament of Power, forget Jiren, forget Moro, and forget that stupid Granola bar brat. Universe 7 would be his as long as he carefully follows his plans and destroys any threats to those plans.

"I'm thinking! Are we done yet?" Naba felt embarrassed with this stupid brat's hand on her head for so long.

"It's only been a few minutes. You're exaggerating. I'm even being generous and owing you a favor like the good friend I am. When we both know this isn't even worth a favor from someone like me." Turles told her.

"Shut up. You want your training, I'm not doing it for free. I'm not a sucker anymore." Naba crossed her arms as she laughed at him. 'Hahahaha. You might've got promoted higher than me, but I'm still your only friend you can rely on for crap like this.'

"Oh, keep thinking." Turles grinned as he sent his ki deeper into Naba's mind.

Memories began to flow inside his own. At the surface, he gained Naba's current thoughts. As he dug deeper, he began to mentally visualize her day. Her waking up, showering, and eating, but this wasn't what he wanted to see. He started to read her memories of the days before. Her interactions with the Frieza Force without him. Their time in the canteen. Her watching him in the training room. The first time they met. Then Turles began to see her life before joining the Frieza Force.

Naba lived on a normal planet as an orphan. She made a living by pickpocketing, stealing, and foraging through the trash until she was taken pity on by an old man. He treated her like a pet, occasionally leaving out cooked food for her. Day by day, they slowly grew closer to each other. Naba never knew why the old man took her in, but eventually, he started teaching her everything he knew. How to speak, how to act like a person, how to cook, and how to build and fix.

Then the Frieza Force invaded her planet and enslaved their people. Naba used her talents taught by the old man and found a place for herself among her oppressors. Turles was surprised. From what he could tell, she didn't hold any negative feelings for the Frieza Force. After all, the old man died a natural death, and Naba found herself a place in society. A place on top. A far cry from what she was used to growing up as an orphan child.

"I'm done." Turles lifted his hand.

"I couldn't imagine having to look up to everyone like that all the time." Naba got up from the floor in the training room.

"I'll get my growth spurt in a…" Turles began counting his fingers. "When I'm around 15 or 18." He had to think back to the original Dragon Ball with Goku's aging. Plus, he didn't know his actual age.

"Why is it so specific!?" Naba looked at him like he was an anomaly.

"Saiyan genes." Turles shrugged.

"And who told you this exactly? Is information just built into your 'Saiyan DNA?'" Naba curled her fingers.

"Who knows?" Turles grinned.

"Are we done now?" Naba asked.

"Yep. Now, I gotta go bully someone real quick. If I'm lucky, it'll be shorter. If I'm not, I might nearly die a few times in the process. I finally managed to find him." Turles left her with that.

Naba looked at Turles as if he was insane. Bully? Since when did he act like a bully?! Even when idiots picked a fight with him because of his reputation as the Weakest Saiyan, he usually spared them. Turles didn't start fights. Not even with Prince Vegeta and his attendants anymore. But he did make sure to finish them if someone started trouble with him.

"Who are you going to… bully…?" He was already gone.

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"Teach me your special technique, or I'll kill you." Turles held up Guldo by his armor.

Turles had Guldo raised up from the ground as his other hand glowed with frightening purple energy. Guldo looked completely surprised by this turn of events. Neither of them has had a single interaction with each other before. This was their first meeting ever.

"Who?! What!? A filthy saiyan dares threaten me?!" Guldo saw his swaying tail.

"Hey, bad breath. I gave you two options." Turles slammed Guldo into the ground.

Guldo bounced from the force of the slam as all four of his eyes widened in shock and pain. Turles followed up by crushing his foot into the rising Guldo, slamming him straight back into the ground. He then started to grind his boot into Guldo's chest, with the green four-eyed alien crying out in pain. Turles saw him about to take a deep breath and pressed down with even more force.

"Teach me. Teach me, Teach me," Turles repeatedly tortured Guldo like a sadistic child.

He didn't allow him to take a breath. Guldo continued to cry out in horrible pain until Turles finally got to hear the sounds he wanted to hear. Guldo began begging and pleading. But Guldo was a crafty one. He hasn't survived as the weakest member of the Ginyu Force for so long by chance. That Time Stop ability of his was a real bitch. An absolutely indispensable tool that Turles wanted in his skill kit no matter what.

"I'll teach you!!! I promise!!! I give you my word as a member of the Ginyu Force!" Guldo vowed.

"Oh really? Then let's go." Turles kicked Guldo down the hallway with a smile.

He bounced off the walls and rolled past other Frieza Force soldiers, who simply watched in amazement and horror. This was a new side of Turles that they'd never seen before. Turles continued kicking Guldo down the hall until he made it to his training room. Naba was no different from the other soldiers when she recognized the four-eyed green roly poly rolling into her training room.

Turles closed the door with a grin before Naba could say anything. Naba's station was then swarmed by dozens of other Frieza Soldiers looking at the cameras into the training room. "Get back! Get off me, or I'll tell Turles to bring you idiots in there with him!" Naba shouted. This threat held power as the soldiers immediately backed up and stop suffocating Naba. They eagerly watched the cameras together.

"Now, how do I use your special technique?" Turles crouched down to Guldo's level.

"You need psychic power…" Guldo wheezed.

"Yea, I know that much. Go into detail, idiot." Turles grabbed Guldo's head and began reading his memories.

"You left yourself wide open, fool!" Guldo disappeared from Turles's hand.

Turles felt pain erupt all over his body before sensing Guldo absolutely exhausted behind him. Guldo's power dropped dramatically. In a single moment, he kicked Guldo in the stomach despite his injuries. Blood, spit, and vomit expelled from Guldo's mouth as he went flying around the training room like a rubber ball. When his momentum stopped, and he was a sobbing blubbering mess, Turles grabbed him by the head and continued to read his memories.

Guldo was a lot older than he looked. He was a grown man by the time when Vegeta was still in diapers. It didn't take that long to get the memories related to his techniques and throw out the useless ones about his daily life. While Guldo continued to groan and moan, Turles began putting into practice the memories he's just received. He took a deep breath.

Failure. Turles didn't properly control his psychic energy. Another deep breath and failure. Only after the umpteenth time did Turles finally get the hang of using psychic power. Strangely enough, it was a different source of energy that wasn't ki. While ki taxes the body, telekinesis taxed his mind. They both used energy but from a different kind of source. It was strange and rather exciting to learn. Something to fall back on if he runs out of ki.

Turles dragged Guldo out of the training room with his tail hooked in his armor. He didn't show off that he stole Guldo's technique at all while in the training room. He could sense all of the powers outside watching them. To them, he looked like a batshit insane maniac torturing Guldo for no reason and then doing some weird breathing practices. That was no skin off his back.

"Hey, guys. Please excuse me. Gotta drop my sparring partner off to the medical room." Turles politely asked.

The crowd split apart immediately and bowed toward Turles. "Take it easy, guys. As long as you mind your manners and treat your fellow soldiers with respect, I don't care much about what you do. Don't forget, at the end of the day. We're all soldiers under Lord Frieza. We need to work together and build each other up." Turles inwardly laughed after spouting some bullshit.

"Yes, sir!" They all continued to bow while shaking.
 
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