Out of Control

Bels really was reliable when it came to getting things done. He quickly arranged an opponent for Turles.

Three days later, Turles stood in the arena ring once again.

The energy barrier slowly rose, shutting out the audience's cheers and shouts. Turles and his latest opponent began their battle.

His opponent this time had a battle power of over 60,000. It seemed his fight with Dodoria had prompted the arena to reassess Turles's strength.

There was no pointless chatter. The two began fighting at once.

Two figures flashed through the air, the roar of battle rang out again and again, and even the air began to tremble!

"How come they're going at it so fiercely right from the start this time?"

"You don't know? That Saiyan already defeated Dodoria. Why would he bother testing the waters? Of course he's giving it everything from the get-go!"

"Really? Even Lord Dodoria was defeated? Then my bet this time might be in trouble."

"What's the matter, brother? Did you bet on Lord Kare?"

"Yeah! I thought that Saiyan was a newcomer!"

"You... better prepare yourself!"

"..."

The audience's discussion naturally had no effect on Turles. Although he was caught up in the battle, part of his attention kept monitoring the changes in his body.

Sure enough, as the fight went on, he once again felt his blood boiling, just as it had before. His emotions began to grow more intense.

It seemed Paragus had been right. Like Bardock, Turles's cells had only begun to stir after he reached the age of eighteen and entered his mature phase. In other words, his development had been late.

But that was a good thing for Turles.

Bardock had broken through the physical limits of the Saiyan race time and again through sheer fearlessness. Now Turles had an even better way to train. As long as nothing went wrong, he could make far greater breakthroughs over the next three years. Perhaps he could even meet the standard for breaking through to Super Saiyan in that time.

At the thought, Turles grew even more excited. He couldn't help but divert a sliver of his attention to investigate his body.

As a transmigrator, it was practically inevitable that he'd do something reckless. No matter how cautious he usually acted, sooner or later there'd be a moment when he couldn't hold back.

And now Turles had finally traced the source of his body's excitement.

"His tail!" he cried inwardly.

Thud! Distracted, Turles left an opening that his opponent seized. A strike slammed into his back, sending him crashing from the air to the ground.

Boom!

Turles grimaced, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a rueful smile. "I let my guard down!"

He looked up at the energy sphere already forming in midair and felt like cursing his luck. A few days ago, he'd been the one to send an energy blast Dodoria's way. He hadn't expected to find himself on the receiving end today.

But this wasn't the time for reflection. Now that he'd found the cause, it was time to end this game.

Whoosh!

Turles dropped into a low stance, clenched both fists, and drew them back to his waist. His aura began to surge, and white flames of energy swirled around him.

"Aaaaaah!"

Turles roared again and again as his muscles tightened. The rubble around him began to rise, cracks spread across the ground, and flashes of electricity seemed to flicker amid the tremendous bioenergy.

"Hah!"

With a loud shout, Turles's aura reached its peak. If anyone had scanned his battle power then, they would have discovered that it wasn't the 50,000 he'd shown before. It had reached a terrifying 90,000!

A fearsome pressure radiated from Turles. Even with the energy barrier protecting them, the spectators felt as if a boulder were crushing their chests, nearly leaving them unable to breathe.

Turles fixed a cold stare on the descending energy sphere. His expression didn't change. Through sheer force of presence, he halted its fall. Then he extended a hand and gave the sphere in the sky a push from afar. It began to fly back the way it had come.

"What? How is that possible?" Turles's opponent's face changed dramatically. He couldn't believe it.

Boom!

A dazzling white light blazed as the energy sphere exploded in midair. Three days later, another mushroom cloud rose over the arena.

"Great! He's so strong!"

"Lord Turles won again! I'm so glad I bet my entire fortune on him!"

"Lord Turles, can I have your babies?"

"You bitch, Lord Turles is mine!"

"..."

After wrapping up the fight in short order, Turles shot skyward and left the arena, trailing a long white contrail.

Spaceship, Training Room.

Turles sat cross-legged on the floor, brow furrowed and face full of confusion.

As soon as he returned from the arena, Turles had thrown himself into investigating his discovery. But unlike what had happened in the ring, although his cells were still active, they weren't bringing on that same surge of excitement. He studied his tail over and over, probing all through his body with his Psychic Power, but he couldn't find that clear source again.

Caressing the soft, furry tail in his hand, Turles fell into thought.

For Saiyans, the tail was an extremely important part of the body. During a full moon, it absorbed the Blutz Waves reflected by the moon and began to grow active. Once a Saiyan's eyes met the moonlight, the cells in his body would mutate, triggering a Great Ape Transformation and increasing his battle power tenfold. Only cutting off the tail or waiting for the full moon to pass would return him to his original state.

But Turles knew something else: the tail might be the key to transforming into Super Saiyan 4.

In GT, Son Goku transformed into a Super Saiyan while in Great Ape form, becoming a Golden Great Ape. In the end, Pan's tears brought him back to his senses, and he transformed directly into a Super Saiyan 4.

Turles didn't know whether Super Saiyan 4 was possible in this universe. But now he'd discovered that the source of the change in his body was his tail, so he figured he'd have to work on it if he wanted to control the surge of excitement.

Turles divided off a portion of his attention and began stimulating the base of his tail. Under the stimulation of his Psychic Power, the tail, which had been dormant, bristled until its fur stood on end. It looked just like he remembered it looking when he transformed into a Great Ape.

"Not good!" The thought had only just crossed Turles's mind when an overwhelming, savage urge to destroy surged through his mind, nearly annihilating his consciousness.

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar escaped Turles's mouth. Fur began to grow rapidly across his face, hands, and then his entire body. His lips stretched forward, and his body began to swell.

Clinging to the last of his consciousness, Turles staggered out of the spaceship. Before he could get any farther away, the clarity vanished from his eyes completely, replaced by a savage urge to destroy.

"Roar!"

He roared again as his body suddenly began to grow. In moments, he stood dozens of meters tall, his entire body covered in dark brown fur. His face had become that of an ape, and pure bloodlust flickered now and then in his red eyes.

Everyone who'd hurried over at the sound stared in shock at the Great Ape that had appeared out of nowhere. Paragus couldn't help asking, "What happened? Why did Turles suddenly transform into a Great Ape?"

Raditz fought down his terror and answered in alarm, "I don't know! There's no full moon, but he just transformed out of nowhere!"

Paragus looked at Turles, who had begun rampaging and wrecking everything around him. He knew how strong Turles was and understood just how terrifying he'd become after the Great Ape Transformation. After a moment's thought, he gritted his teeth and said, "Broly, go cut off Turles's tail. Use the Destructo Disc he taught you!"

In truth, Paragus's first thought when he saw Turles lose control had been to run—far away. He knew Turles's strength too well. After the Great Ape Transformation, Turles had to have a battle power of at least 800,000. It was a level he'd never even imagined. He already knew his own son had a battle power of more than 500,000, and he knew Frieza's power was greater than 530,000, but now that he was facing Turles as a Great Ape, the crushing pressure was so overwhelming that even his soul trembled!

But after thinking it over, Paragus abandoned the idea of fleeing with Broly on his own. For one thing, he and Turles got along fairly well. In this era, aside from Broly, Turles was the only person he had a good relationship with.

The other reason was the ambition he still harbored. Paragus had never given up on the idea of becoming king of the Saiyans, and without Turles's help, his chances with just himself and Broly would be slim.

So in the end, Paragus still sent Broly into action. Of everyone there, only Broly could last even a couple of rounds against Turles while he was out of his mind.

While Paragus was still turning over his own little schemes, Broly had already charged at Turles, who was spewing beams of energy from his mouth.

As Turles's only friend, Broly was deeply upset to see him lose control. But he remembered Turles's warning and didn't unleash his full power. Turles had once told him that if he lost control, everyone would die, including his father and his friends.

Broly did his best to suppress his aura as he slowly approached Turles's tail. He didn't know whether Turles could still sense auras while out of his mind, so he didn't dare let his guard down.

Closer. Almost there!

Broly reached a spot just ten meters from Turles, raised his right hand, and began slowly gathering energy the way Turles had taught him. Soon, a disc-shaped swirl of energy appeared above his head. It quickly solidified, spinning in his hand like a disc of light.

Whoosh!

Turles abruptly turned his head, fixing his bloodshot eyes on Broly.

He spotted me!

Broly's heart leaped. He didn't hesitate—he flung the disc of light straight at Turles's tail!