Turles had guessed correctly. Sure enough, after they had flown for a little while, the entire group was surrounded.
"Sayians, you're surrounded! Release the hostages and surrender immediately!"
A squad of guards in matching black uniforms surrounded Turles and the others, aiming their loaded weapons at them as announcements blared over a loudspeaker.
Turles flew to the front of the group and calmed Dero, who was furious. Then he called out to the leader of the guards, "I know Jaco of the Galactic Patrol. We took down a gang of slave traders and rescued a group of captives. We won't go with anyone until the Galactic Patrol arrives!"
Turles spoke with such righteous conviction, showing off his just side to the fullest. But his eyes remained fixed on an inconspicuous figure among the guards.
Sure enough, the guard captain glanced almost imperceptibly at that figure. After receiving a shake of the head, he immediately retorted, "Sayian, I received a report that a group of Sayians took hostages. I'll report your claims to my superiors, but for now, you must release the hostages and submit to our custody!"
Turles knew from this that the guards had definitely been ordered to capture them. But he had no intention of handing the people over so easily; otherwise, before long, black would be made white.
Fortunately, in the universe, strength ultimately spoke for itself. Turles pointed at the Scouter worn by the captain and, while the man looked at him in confusion, began to let his power do the talking.
"Aaaah!"
Turles roared as he clenched both fists. The muscles in his arms bulged like coiled dragons, and the energy around him began to surge. White waves of energy enveloped his body, the air around him twisted, and tiny stones on the ground floated upward against gravity, hovering all around him!
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The Scouter began blaring alarms. The guard captain had no choice but to check it, only to see the number on its display climbing rapidly!
"5,000!"
"8,000!"
"10,000!"
"20,000!"
"..."
"It's still rising!"
At first, the guard captain managed to stay calm. But as the number climbed, his face gradually paled, and he muttered in disbelief.
"Hah!"
Suddenly, Turles let out a long roar, and a circular shock wave spread outward, forcing everyone present to stagger back.
Turles had stopped roaring. Wrapped in silver flames of energy, his black hair stood on end, each strand pointing straight up. His eyes were remarkably calm as he gazed at everyone there!
"50,000!" the guard captain said shakily, hardly daring to believe it.
Everyone was stunned by the captain's words. They could hardly imagine what a battle power of 50,000 meant. All they knew was that a battle power of 10,000 was enough to destroy a planet!
Dero was also awed by Turles's presence. He knew Turles was powerful, and he had seen members of his clan with a battle power of 50,000. But Turles felt much stronger than those clansmen. Even Dero could sense the energy that had been condensed to its absolute limit!
"Do you still intend to arrest us?" Turles asked in an exceptionally calm voice, rousing the guard captain from his daze.
Truth be told, although Turles appeared exceptionally calm, he was absolutely thrilled inside. If he didn't pull off a scene like this after arriving in the Dragon Ball World, he'd have wasted his trip across worlds. He had always envied Son Goku's iconic badass moments, and now it was finally his turn to have one.
"S-s-sir..." The guard captain was so frightened he could barely speak. His own battle power was 5,000, but facing someone ten times stronger than himself, he didn't dare move a finger.
"I asked if you still intend to arrest us," Turles repeated. Only then did the captain realize Turles hadn't been speaking to him. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then cursed inwardly.
That almost got me killed!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" A round of applause came from behind the guard captain. An inconspicuous figure stepped past him and came before Turles, slowly rising until the two were at eye level.
"Interesting! Interesting! Truly interesting! I never expected there to be a warrior with a battle power of 50,000 among the Sayians. It seems Frieza really wasn't wrong!"
"Who are you?" Turles's pupils contracted as he warily watched the man before him.
He looked much like a Sayian, except that his ears were pointed and his skin was a dark teal. In fact, he looked more like the Supreme Kai Turles remembered.
"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. My apologies!" The mysterious man tapped his forehead, then continued, "I'm Bels, the head of the Mercenary Alliance's branch on Obsidian Planet, and the person in charge of the Mercenary Arena!"
So the Mercenary Arena was involved in this after all! Turles thought.
"Is that so? A branch head of the Mercenary Alliance wearing the uniform of Obsidian Planet's guards? Nothing about this looks normal, does it, Branch Head Bels?" Turles said sarcastically, putting extra emphasis on "branch head."
"Heh heh! What about you? Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Bels didn't take Turles's mockery to heart. Instead, he looked intrigued and asked Turles his name.
"..."
"Turles. An 'ordinary' Sayian!" Turles introduced himself.
"Hahaha! An ordinary Sayian? Hahaha!" Bels burst into laughter at Turles's introduction.
Turles blinked and said nothing as he watched Bels laugh.
"All right, then. Just an ordinary Sayian."
"Mr. Turles, I think there may have been some misunderstanding between us. How about we find somewhere to talk?"
Bels stopped laughing and invited Turles to talk.
"Sure." After a brief pause, Turles accepted Bels's invitation, but he made one request: the people they had rescued had to be taken to the Galactic Patrol base. Bels thought it over and agreed.
Before long, the guard captain led his entire squad back to the nearest city, while Turles and Dero continued on with the group.
"Turles, I had no idea your battle power was 50,000. That's incredible!"
As they flew along, Dero couldn't help praising him.
"It's all right. If your Elder unlocked your potential, you might surpass me in no time."
"Maybe. We don't usually have our Elder unlock our potential, and he doesn't want us to rely on potential unlocking to increase our strength."
Turles turned to look at Dero, whose expression was complicated, and asked, "What's wrong? If your strength were high enough, your people wouldn't have been abducted this time. Is there some kind of drawback?"
"I'm not sure. Elder Charlie never told us why. I've only heard other members of the clan mention that it has something to do with our missing inheritance."
"Is that so?" Turles nodded thoughtfully.
It seemed Elder Charlie had some concerns. If the missing inheritance really meant he couldn't unlock their potential properly, then Turles would have to reconsider his earlier idea.
"Turles? Turles? What are you thinking about?"
Dero's voice brought Turles out of his thoughts. He explained, "It's nothing. I thought that if your Elder could unlock your potential, there might be a lot of strong people among your kind. We Sayians are very passionate about fighting, so I thought I might visit you someday. What a shame..."
"You still can! I admit you're strong, but there are plenty of powerful people in our clan too. A battle power of 50,000 won't be enough to impress them. Don't come crying to me when you end up black and blue!" Hearing Turles's words, Dero immediately invited him.
"Is that so? That's great, then. Broly and I will come visit you!" Turles said excitedly, pleased that he'd achieved his goal.
After they made their promise, the two grew noticeably closer. They chatted and laughed along the way, and soon arrived at the Galactic Patrol's base.
After landing at the Galactic Patrol base, Turles asked Dero to go ahead and speak with the staff while he stood to one side in silence, carefully looking over the base's buildings.
Dero quickly sorted things out with the Galactic Patrol staff. They agreed to contact each person's people to come and collect them, without any of the usual buck-passing. This gave Turles a first impression of the Galactic Patrol.
The Galactic Patrol was said to be directly under the Galactic King's command, responsible for maintaining law and order in Universe 7 and fighting interstellar crime, such as space pirates and those who committed genocide. Its jurisdiction covered most inhabited planets. Millions of years ago, it had helped the Grand Supreme Kai seal away Moro, and it had close ties to the divine realm.
But based on what Turles knew of the current Supreme Kai in Universe 7, the Galactic Patrol had probably lost contact with the divine realm by now. Otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed Frieza to occupy almost the entire North Galaxy.
Still, none of that had anything to do with Turles. He only needed to know that the Galactic Patrol was no simple organization. Merus alone was more than enough to give him pause, and an organization with such a long history clearly couldn't have survived on the strength of just one Merus.
While Turles was thinking about the Galactic Patrol's origins, Dero finished his discussion. After asking about Jaco, they learned he had already left Obsidian Planet with Tights, so the three of them left at once.
At the spaceport, Turles and Dero parted ways. Turles still had to talk with Bels, while Dero left with the two little ones, Kru and Kla, aboard a Namekian-style spaceship. He needed to get them home as soon as possible. Before leaving, Dero also told Turles where their Namekian homeworld was and urged him to visit soon.
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