Paragus's Brilliant Idea

"Turl es, that woman you brought back—the one who looks exactly like a Saiyan," Paragus said, his words tumbling over each other.

"Yeah! I brought her back. What about it? Have you got your eye on her? That won't do. You're an old bastard, and it's questionable whether you can still perform. Besides, she's a companion of that Galactic Patrolman. I still have a use for her, so you can't go messing around." Turles assumed the old bastard Paragus had been cooped up on Planet Vampa for too long and was getting worked up at the sight of a woman.

"You're the one who can't perform! I'm in perfect working order!" Paragus was so offended by Turles questioning his ability that he nearly started cursing him out.

"Then what is it?" Before Paragus could launch into a tirade, Turles quickly diverted his attention.

"Uh, what was I going to say? Right, I remember now. You interrupted me, and I nearly forgot." As he spoke, Paragus gave Turles a resentful look that raised goosebumps all over him.

"I mean, aside from her lack of fighting power, that woman looks exactly like a Saiyan. That means if you got together with her, you might be able to have the next generation of Saiyans. If it works, we'd only need to conquer her planet. Even if there aren't many Saiyans left now, we could still keep the Saiyan bloodline going. Give it twenty years, and our numbers could recover. What do you think?" Paragus laid out his plan in one breath, then looked as if he still had more to say.

"Pfft!"

Turles had just taken a sip of his energy drink, and he sprayed it right out.

He stared at the genius in front of him, stunned. In his mind, a thousand alpacas stampeded past.

But after giving it some thought, Turles had to admit Paragus's idea was feasible. Earthlings and Saiyans could indeed have children together, and Earthlings also fit the Saiyan sense of beauty. No wonder Nappa had suggested using Earthlings to reproduce the Saiyan race.

Besides, the half-breeds born to Saiyans and Earthlings seemed to have excellent potential. Son Gohan, for example, was called the Saiyan with the greatest potential. Son Goten and Trunks also had plenty of potential. Their previous generation had certainly influenced them, but they'd still been able to turn Super Saiyan at a young age.

It took Turles a good while to recover. He shook his head and retorted flatly, "Then why not Broly? He'd be a good fit too!"

"That's impossible. That woman's fighting power is so low—how could she be worthy of Broly's bloodline? Broly can only marry a pure-blooded female Saiyan, and she has to be an Elite Warrior!" Paragus immediately rejected Turles's suggestion, his face full of disdain.

"You...!" Paragus's words made Turles want to fire a Ki Blast at him on the spot. He hadn't expected the old bastard to set his sights on him.

Seeing the smugness Paragus couldn't hide, Turles said in a low, ominous voice, "Then you'll be waiting a long time. Right now, apart from Vegeta, it's questionable whether there are any Elite Warriors left among the Saiyans. And a female Saiyan, on top of that? When do you think Broly will have a child?"

Paragus's smug expression froze. Turles pressed on. "And with Broly's personality, it's an open question whether he even knows how to find a woman. You might reach Other World without ever seeing your grandson."

Unlike other Saiyans, who were emotionally distant, Paragus had lived with Broly on Planet Vampa for eighteen years and had some affection for his son. He wanted to revive the Saiyan race, too. According to his agreement with Turles, he would become the new Saiyan king once that happened. But if he worked so hard to restore the Saiyans only for the royal family to last two generations, what would all that effort have been for?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. Paragus couldn't keep it together anymore; all the smugness had vanished from his face. Meanwhile, Turles's smile slowly grew.

As expected, smiles didn't disappear—they just changed owners!

"Heh heh!"

Watching Paragus hurry off to give Broly "sex education," Turles was in a great mood. He couldn't help letting out a mischievous chuckle.

But Paragus had also stirred up Turles's thoughts.

There were plenty of beautiful women in Dragon Ball: Bulma and Chi-Chi in the present, along with Launch; Android 18 and Videl in the future; even the angel Vados from Universe 6. These female characters had added a lot to Dragon Ball. Who knew how many people in his previous life had wanted to duel that bald-headed Krillin over Android 18? Turles had been one of them.

But Android 18 was probably still a little girl at this point. He wondered whether Dr. Gero had already taken Lazuli and turned her into an Android.

As Turles's thoughts wandered, the corners of his mouth lifted without him noticing.

"Achoo!" Far away on Earth, a blonde little girl who was drooling over a delicious cake in a shop window suddenly sneezed.

"Lazuli, do you have a cold?" asked the black-haired boy beside her with concern.

"I'm fine! Let's go!" The blonde girl, Lazuli, waved her hand and swallowed, then finally left with the black-haired boy.

At the moment, Lazuli had no idea that someone far away in the universe was thinking about her.

"What are you thinking about? You're grinning like a creep!" A voice interrupted Turles's reverie. He came back to his senses and looked toward the speaker.

A beautiful blonde woman stood before him. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her curves and lovely figure. Her golden hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing delicate, jade-like earlobes. Her radiant face and fair skin were enough to catch anyone's eye.

"Tights?" Turles asked uncertainly.

"Mm!"

Tights gave a slight nod, clearly pleased with his reaction, and smiled.

Even after she answered, Turles could hardly believe it. The woman before him looked so different from the dusty, disheveled Tights he'd seen earlier.

This Tights could pass for a twenty-year-old girl. The Brief Family genes really were incredible. Her anti-aging genes had kept time from leaving even the slightest trace on her, while the years had instead lent her a mature charm no young girl possessed!

"What a surprise. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful," Turles said sincerely.

"Oh? Saiyans do compliment women after all? That's not what Jaco told me." Tights accepted his praise with a smile, looking like a fox trying not to laugh as she teased him.

"Ahem!" Turles coughed and didn't answer, changing the subject instead.

"By the way, did you need something?"

At Turles's question, Tights stopped smiling and grew serious. "I just heard your conversation. So, are you planning to invade my planet?"

It seemed Paragus's words had distracted him so much that he'd failed to notice Tights's presence. Turles muttered to himself.

"No, we don't have any plans to go to Earth for now. Our next destination is mainly the center of the galaxy, so you can rest easy." Turles assured Tights.

"Earth? You know about Earth?" Tights seized on the slip in his words and excitedly grabbed his arm.

"Uh! Earth? What Earth?"

Turles hadn't expected Tights to catch his slip so quickly, and immediately pretended not to know what she meant.

"..." Turles's poor act left Tights speechless. She just looked at him with an expression that said, "I'll sit here and watch you perform."

Even someone as shameless as Turles couldn't stand Tights's gaze for long. At last, he admitted helplessly, "All right, I do know about Earth." Before Tights could get excited, he quickly added, "Don't expect me to take you back. I'll go to Earth, but not now!"

"Go back? I'm not going back!" Tights looked surprised. Though she had missed her family on Earth a great deal over the years, she wasn't planning to return yet.

But when she heard Turles had no intention of invading Earth, she finally relaxed. The spaceship began to take off just then, so she turned and left.

Watching Tights's graceful figure as she walked away, Turles shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Spring has arrived, and the animals are entering mating season..."

The spaceship slowly left Planet Kano and continued toward the next stopover planet. Turles returned to his training, but this time he wasn't alone. The day after Raditz woke up, Turles began training him. Each day, Raditz spent five hours on mental simulation training, then sparred with Turles for the remaining five.

One month later.

Turles, suppressing his ki, knocked Raditz to the ground once again. He watched Raditz panting heavily and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, Raditz. You did pretty well this time. Keep it up."

"Heh." Raditz didn't reply, only gave a bitter chuckle.

Turles was immediately displeased. "What, I take the time to train you, and you're unhappy about it?"

"Happy! I'm very happy!" Raditz jumped and quickly answered.

He'd suffered plenty over the past month. He had no idea what had gotten into Turles, but whenever he had the time, he'd drag Raditz off to train. The training methods were bizarre, too, leaving Raditz with no end of psychological scars.

But the results were excellent. In just one month, Raditz's battle power had increased by more than 500. He was now at 1,800, almost as much as he'd gained in three years.

Turles hadn't wanted things to go this way either. Ever since Paragus had stirred up those thoughts in him, it was as if this body had suddenly awakened. His mind was always filled with suggestive fantasies. And with Tights on the spaceship, making no effort to hide her charms, Turles had to find some way to burn off all that excess energy. So he'd ended up dragging Raditz into training. But he'd rather die than admit any of that.

Raditz's miserable days would soon be over, though. Just moments ago, Carl had brought him some good news: the long-awaited Training Room had finally been built. Turles had been training when he heard, and got so excited that he hit Raditz a little harder!