Authors note* Okay, so this chapter will contain the Turles Crusher Corps from the Tree of Might movie. I watched it and fell in love with Turles and thought he was really cool, and I love his name, so I had to figure out a way to include him in the story without it being too forced. I know that Turles isn't in Super, but I still wanted to have him in it anyway, if only for a chapter or two. This chapter is not very long, and I'm sorry. I was in a hurry to update. I apologize if it's rushed and not as detailed as my previous chapters. I hope you enjoy it though. I always love feedback, good or bad. Also, if some facts are wrong, I apologize. I barely got into Dragon Ball last year. Also, I wasn't sure if Vegeta had ever met Turles, so I made it so he doesn't know who he is. I hope that won't be a major problem.
The large, cargo-shaped vessel floated peacefully through the silent and still cosmos. The black blanket of space was as welcoming and familiar to a seasoned traveler as a bed is to a dog. Stars and planets flew by, some recognizable, and others unfamiliar. It was safe to say, however, that he had been to many a planet since his defunct from the Frieza Force. There had been many times he came across a planet he had never heard of. That was natural. There were many uncountable planets in the many uncountable universes just waiting for his conquering hand to wave over them. All the pathetic and miserable lives he had washed away from the chalkboard of life made a small, sinister smile grow on his face.
Turles stood gazing out the large window at the front of his ship, watching with deep interest as they neared a rather large planet perfectly ripe for the taking. His dark eyes flashed with excitement, and his smile grew wider. He always became happy when he thought about pillaging a planet. Not only did it make him feel powerful and feared, but it also made him feel even more like the rightful ruler he was meant to be. Forget Frieza, Turles thought bitterly. If I still worked with that fool, we'd be getting nowhere. I'm raising the stakes. I'm taking control. I can't wait for the day when me and that idiot cross paths. I'll give him a piece of my mind.
Don't get him wrong now. Turles had nothing against Lord Frieza. He had simply wanted to go his own way and didn't feel like taking orders from someone else. He wasn't designed to be a follower. He had found that out the hard way. It was his destiny to be a leader of those that were too weak and simple-minded to effectively rule themselves. Frieza was only focusing on getting revenge on Goku for past transgressions, while Turles believed the real focus should be the ultimate conquering of worlds. That was where all the money was. Sure, getting revenge was good on paper, but all the planning and waiting wasn't his style. He much rather preferred to have things go his way rather than waiting around for someone else to come along.
One of the automatic doors opened up behind him, and thudding footsteps echoed throughout the piloting room. Turles didn't need to turn around to know how it was. He was all too familiar with those footsteps. He closed his eyes and focused on thinking. Thinking about nothing in particular, just letting his mind wander. There was nothing he needed to be in a hurry for, so he had free time to relax. Relaxation was a luxury not everybody could afford, so he relished this feeling whenever it came up.
Amond came up beside Turles, glancing at his face for a brief second before turning his gaze out the large window. He didn't pay much attention to the passing stars and bright colors like Turles did. They were something he saw every day, so they weren't as special anymore. "Turles, our sensors have picked up something pretty interesting."
"Oh?" Turles replied without opening his eyes. "And what would that be?"
"A distress signal. It came from the north-east quadrant." Amond explained. "It was only temporary, but we managed to lock onto the signal. It came from Planet Vegeta...or what's left of it, that is."
Turles opened his eyes and turned to cast a confused yet intrigued look at his second-in-command. "Planet Vegeta? That's not possible."
Amond didn't speak, only watched Turles think.
Planet Vegeta. Turles thought. Oh, how I remember that planet fondly. It's destruction replays in my mind like a broken record. Although, I haven't thought about it in some time. Distracted I was with destroying other planets that my own home planet slipped from my memory. How sad. But, if someone might still be there, maybe there's a chance they may be good enough to join my team. He smiled and placed a hand on Amond's shoulder. "Amond, alert the crew and change our course to Planet Vegeta."
"Are you sure? It could be a fluke." Amond said.
Turles shook his head. "Think about it, my dear friend. Opportunity has displayed itself right before us. Someone to recruit. To make our platoon stronger. We're going to check it out."
"What if they don't cooperate?"
"Then...we show them what we do to those who don't follow our rules."
Yes, Mighty Turles."
...
Basil pulled apart two large cement slabs, each slightly taller than her, and stepped to the side. "Welcome to my home! You can sit pretty much anywhere, I don't mind. Oh, sorry for the mess. I wasn't expecting company!" She laughed nervously and began hastily snatching up rocks and empty burlap sacks, tossing them into one corner.
Goku entered first and stood in awe as he took in his surroundings. It was a small house, roughly the size of three Attack Balls laid in a row. Parts of the walls and ceiling were missing, and glass decorated the floor as if in replacement for carpet. A messy makeshift bed, made out of cement slabs for the base and burlap sacks for the pillow and blankets, was pushed against the farthest wall. Across from it was a large stack of Saiyan armor, each immaculately cleaned, down to every minor detail. They varied in color, some a rich yellow while others were a dark green. Semi-broken dishes were scattered around as well, some even stacked up to the ceiling as if she had turned cleaning them into a game.
Goku looked around in a full circle, then chuckled. "Wow. I gotta say, this is pretty cool. You've taken pretty good care of yourself, haven't you?"
Basil plopped down on her bed and brought her knees up to her chest. "Yep! Food has been an issue, but I've managed."
"Impressive." Trunks sat down on an upside-down crate across the room. "How did you not grow insane out of loneliness?"
Basil shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just figured that someone would come for me one day, so I didn't need to worry."
"Why didn't you fix up some of the ships?" Vegeta asked from the doorway. He was still angry at having been beaten, so he refused to come in. "If you're smart enough to last this long, surely you're smart enough to repair a ship."
"I tried." Basil huffed. "I got shocked and zapped so many times that eventually I just gave up. Though I did get one working for a few seconds, and that's how I sent out that distress signal that Jaco Galactic Patrolman saw."
"Again, it's just Jaco. You can just call me Jaco." Jaco said, squeezing past Goku and Goten to slip into the room.
"Why'd you clean these?" Goku asked. He picked up the chest armor on top of the stack and turned it over in his hands. "You must've gotten pretty bored, huh?"
"No, I...I cleaned them because I figured the ones that owned them...would, you know...want them clean." She looked at the ground, her face flushing a light red.
A silence fell over them. No one knew what to say. Goten opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat. The only sound was the quiet wind that blew by outside. Even Vegeta deemed it safe to stay silent. Basil was still very young, but it was now clear that she was even more human than Goku and Vegeta could ever hope to be. She had taken into account the feelings of those who were already dead, cleaning the armor they had died in because she thought that was what they wanted. It was sensitive and sweet. It showed she wasn't like most brash and hostile Saiyans who only cared about themselves. Basil cared about everything. It was evident in her questioning yet excitable nature. Maybe it was because it was in her female nature to care for things. Or maybe it was because she had been so alone that she taught herself the right way things had to be done. Either way, it was truly amazing how she had taken care of not only herself, but the planet as well.
Vegeta looked at Goten, and Goten looked at Trunks, and Trunks looked at Goku, and Goku stared down at the armor he held in his hands. It was an awkward exchange of silent glances, each of them begging the other to break the quiet spell that washed over them.
Goku looked from Basil to the armor, then he slowly set it back down on the stack beside him. "Someone say something, I'm about to cry."
Basil cleared her throat and jumped to her feet, wiping her hands on her thighs. "Heh, well, er...I have a few questions I'd like to ask, if that isn't a problem?"
"No, go ahead." Goten said, moving to sit down on a makeshift windowsill.
Basil took a deep breath and crossed her arms loosely over her chest. "Frieza...is he still alive?"
Vegeta snorted. "Very much so. He's annoying that way. We've been at odds for hundreds of years."
"Why did he destroy this planet?"
"He was afraid that the Saiyans would become too strong and he wouldn't be able to control us. He wanted to avoid any threat to his rule."
"What? That's such a cowardly move." Basil growled. "Is that why he enslaved us? Because he was afraid?"
"I would assume so, yes." Vegeta nodded. "He talks a good fight, but rarely does he give one."
"I was sent to Earth before the planet was destroyed, so I have no idea what life was like under Frieza's rule," Goku said. "But I can tell it wasn't very good. I mean, obviously, it wasn't very good."
"Why were you sent to Earth?" Basil cocked her head to the side.
Goku chuckled. "Oh, uh, I'm not entirely sure. I never met my parents, so I don't know what their plan was."
"Weren't they just trying to protect you because they knew of Frieza's intentions?" Trunks asked, resting his chin in his hand. "I mean, that makes the most logical sense."
"It was the rumor of the Super Saiyan," Vegeta rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that none of them knew that.
"Huh?" Goku said, turning to face him. "What about it?"
"That was why your parents sent you away. They knew that the rumor of the Super Saiyan had spread to Frieza, which made him fear the Saiyans even more. They sent you away to keep you safe."
"What's a Super Saiyan?" Basil asked.
Vegeta sighed heavily. "It's an advanced transformation that only Saiyans and Saiyan hybrids can achieve. It increases strength and agility greatly."
Basil gaped at him. "Wow, really? That sounds so cool! Can you guys go Super Saiyan?"
"Yep!" Goku beamed, placing his hands on his hips. "All of us can. Well...except for Jaco."
"Thanks for that." Jaco grumbled.
Basil started bouncing up and down around the room, spinning in a circle every now and then. "I wanna go Super Saiyan! I wanna go Super Saiyan! I wanna go Super Saiyan!"
"It doesn't work that way." Vegeta snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You have to really need the form. Not only that, but you need enough S-Cells to grant it. Chanting in a circle will get you nowhere."
Basil stopped. "Oh. Well, how long will it take me to get the form?"
Goku shrugged. "It's different for everybody. I achieved the form out of anger when Frieza killed my pal Krillin. Some people are faster at achieving forms while it may take longer for others."
"How long did it take you?" She bent over to stare into Trunks's eyes.
Trunks leaned back a bit and chuckled nervously. "Uh...seven years, around the same time that Cell was defeated."
"Whose Cell?"
"....A bad guy."
"Oh, and whose Krillin?" She stood and jumped over to Goku, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"My friend since I was a kid." Goku replied. "He's the best. You'll like him, don't worry."
"Krillin," Basil repeated. "Is he a Saiyan?"
"No, but he's still pretty cool." Goku said with a smile.
"He's damn weak, though." Vegeta added, and laughed when Goku swatted at him.
Jaco poked at the stack of armor, then took a step back. "Where did all the bodies go that wore these armors?"
Basil looked down at him, then at the stack, then she sighed. "I buried them."
Vegeta took a step into the room, now curious. "Where?"
"Everywhere there was a free space." Basil replied solemnly.
Goku put a hand on her shoulder. "I...I'm sorry for everything you've been through, and I'm also sorry it took us so long to find you. We'll get you to Earth and you'll train with me and Vegeta! It'll be fun!"
Basil beamed up at him, her dark eyes warm and loving. "I can't wait."
"Hey, Dad, did you call Bulma already?" Goten asked. While the others had conversed, Goten had stepped out of the room to survey the area. He was engrossed with the massive destruction yet beauty of the planet, and was in awe at how well Basil had taken care of it. But, high up in the sky, the unmistakable outline of a large ship drew closer. From his angle, it looked just like the huge ships Bulma had in her own personal hanger.
Goku poked his head out the doorway and frowned. "Uh....not that I remember? Why?"
Goten pointed up at the sky. "There's a ship coming this way."
"What?" Vegeta shoved Goku out of the way and hurried outside, pushing past Goten. "A ship?"
"I didn't call Bulma," Goku said, coming out to join them.
"Bulma is that human girl, right?" Basil crouched down to Jaco with a tilt of her head.
"Yeah, she is. But none of us called her. Oh, maybe someone else got your distress signal! Ha! We're saved!" He ran out to join the others with a gleeful shout.
Trunks stood and raised his arm, gripping his sword. "I have a bad feeling about this."
The ship grew closer and closer still, parting the clouds and creating a wind so strong that it nearly blew Goku off his feet. Dust whirled around the group, making Basil wince and stumble back. What a day this is turning out to be! Saiyan friends, and now a super big ship coming to take us all to Earth? Oh, I'm so excited!
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Basil leapt over them ran across the open area before them, laughing like a little child.
"Basil, wait!" Trunks shouted, but she didn't stop. Her childish excitement took over as if she were on a sugar-high, pushing her to run to meet the new saviors arriving to take her to her new home.
"That ship...looks familiar." Goku said under his breath. He tried to rack his brain for what it could be from, scratching the back of his head as if that would help. "Super familiar."
"A good or bad kind of familiar?" Goten asked softly.
Goku hesitated, then the memories came flooding back to him. The Tree of Might, the forest burning, Icarus, and-
"Basil, come back! Those are bad guys!" Goku hollered and darted after her.
"What?" Vegeta called to him. "Who are they, Kakarot?"
"Turles! It's Turles! I thought I killed him a while back, but I guess I was wrong!" Goku shouted over his shoulder. "Basil, stop!"
"What?" Vegeta shouted. "Who's Turles?" He looked at Trunks and Goten. "Who's Turles?"
They both shrugged and ran to catch up to Basil and Goku. Jaco made a move to follow, but got a case of the shivers and decided to go back inside.
"WHO THE HELL IS TURLES!?"
Here's chapter five in case you missed it!
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