Planet B1000!
Three soldiers in Frieza Force uniforms walked along the bustling streets, stopping now and then to look around like country bumpkins fresh from the sticks.
But the brown tails at their waists kept everyone around them from showing even the slightest hint of contempt.
That was because the three of them were Saiyans, and Saiyans were infamous for their fiery tempers!
They were Turles and his companions, who had left Planet Vampa a week earlier!
After a week of interstellar travel, the three had arrived at this technologically advanced planet called B1000. They needed to replenish their energy supplies here before continuing with their plans.
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But after arriving on the planet, the three ran into an awkward problem: all of them were broke!
Broly and Paragus went without saying, but Turles wasn't much better off. Who knew whether Saiyans even needed bank accounts? Didn't they usually just take what they wanted?
Of course, this planet was under Frieza's control. If the three didn't want to attract the attention of this Emperor of the Universe, they couldn't go on a "shopping spree" without paying!
Just as they were at a loss, an alien in a Frieza Force uniform hurried over. He skidded to a stop in front of the three, bowed deeply, and greeted them warmly. "Honored sirs, Kalo, head of the B1000 planetary base, welcomes you!"
Turles and Paragus exchanged a glance but said nothing.
"You know him?"
"How would I? I was stuck on Planet Vampa for eighteen whole years, remember?"
"Then why is he being so friendly?"
"Who knows!"
The two exchanged a silent conversation with their eyes, momentarily ignoring the alien, who was being excessively warm.
After waiting a long time without getting a response, Kalo's expression began to stiffen. Sweat poured from his face, soon forming a puddle on the ground.
At last, Turles stepped forward, keeping his expression cold. "Take me to the base. And prepare some food!"
"Yes, sir!" Kalo replied loudly, overjoyed to have received an order.
Turles followed Kalo to the base, even though the latter had a battle power of only 1,000 and was already in charge of an entire planetary base.
Planet B1000 certainly lived up to its reputation as a technological world. The base was housed inside a gigantic fortress, whose exposed, menacing gun barrels deterred any enemies with ill intent.
Seated at a table piled high with all kinds of food, the three starving Saiyans turned into ravenous beasts, quickly devouring everything in sight.
Saiyans had two great passions in life. The first was fighting, and the second was eating.
That was especially true of Turles and his companions, who had just left the culinary wasteland that was Planet Vampa.
It took three full hours before the three big eaters finally stopped. The table was left with nothing but three mountains of empty plates, each piled as high as a person.
"Burp!" Turles let out a long belch and finally felt like he was back among the living.
"Kalo!"
Now that he'd eaten his fill, Turles remembered the matter at hand and immediately called for Kalo.
"Yes, sir! What can I do for you?" Kalo appeared at Turles' side as if he'd teleported there. Even Turles, who could sense ki, was almost startled!
Looking at the alien's obsequious manner, Turles suddenly understood how he'd managed to climb his way up to become the base's leader.
"Does the base have a star map of the galactic center?" Turles got straight to the point.
"Hm?" Kalo froze at the question. But as someone who'd risen through the ranks by ingratiating himself with others, he knew how to handle himself. "Sir, the galactic center is beyond the force's territory. Lord Frieza has strictly forbidden the force from entering it, so we'll have to look for detailed star map data. The science department—"
"Then go look for it. I want an answer as soon as possible!" Turles interrupted him.
Kalo didn't dare say another word. He bowed deeply, then hurried out.
He couldn't afford to neglect anything involving these three. The base's Scouter had detected that one of them had a terrifying battle power of 22,000!
Only after Kalo had left did Paragus speak. "Turles, do we really need to go to the galactic center?"
Turles glanced at Paragus in confusion. "Isn't avoiding Frieza's territory long enough for Broly and me to grow stronger the plan we agreed on from the start? What, have you changed your mind?"
Paragus thought it over, then voiced his concerns. "But we don't need to go all the way to the galactic center! It's too far. We could pick some remote planets. As long as we stay out of Frieza's sight, wouldn't that be enough?"
As if he'd seen through Paragus's thoughts, Turles' expression darkened. His cold eyes fixed on Paragus as a terrifying aura began to surge from him!
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, and silence stretched between them.
Broly seemed to sense the strange tension. He looked from Turles to his father, unsure what to say.
After a long silence, Turles finally withdrew his aura and relented. "Paragus, it's not that I insist on going to the galactic center. Frieza's territory is simply too vast. The entire North Galaxy is under his shadow. Even the Galactic Patrol in the galactic center has to avoid confronting him and keep shrinking its territory. If it were up to me, I'd go straight to the South Galaxy."
Seeing that Paragus was still unconvinced, a trace of displeasure flashed in Turles' eyes. He continued, "Besides, I've heard that the Saiyans' ancestral home, Planet Sadala, is in the South Galaxy. I've also heard that powerful Saiyans have appeared there before. If we choose the galactic center, we can use the Galactic Patrol's resources to look for our people. If we want to revive the Saiyan race, Broly and I alone won't be nearly enough!"
After hearing Turles lay it all out, Paragus stopped objecting. He nodded and agreed to the plan.
You old bastard. If it weren't for Broly, I'd have ditched you and gone off on my own ages ago. You really can't see beyond the end of your nose! Turles grumbled to himself.
Just then, Kalo entered with an alien who had purple skin and wore a white lab coat. Turles had seen the species in his memories. They were a famous technological race in the universe, called something like the Kabru Race.
"Sir, this is Carl! She's in charge of research and development at the base. She knows the most about the galactic center's star map data!"
After briefly introducing Carl, Kalo stepped aside, judging the moment perfectly. At least, Turles was quite pleased!
"Good," Turles said, nodding.
Carl of the Kabru Race nervously stepped forward, trembling as she took out a tablet. She activated the projection and began explaining the star map of the galactic center.
From her explanation, Turles gained a general understanding of the galactic center. Just as he'd expected, the Galactic Patrol headquarters was the only major power there. Space Pirates and the like stayed away, making it one of the few peaceful places in the universe.
Turles nodded to himself, put away the data, then asked, "Carl, if I wanted you to retrofit a Gravity Chamber inside a spaceship, how long would it take?"
The Gravity Chamber was still foremost in Turles' mind. Only with one could he improve his strength faster!
"Possibly half a year," Carl estimated. Seeing Turles frown, she quickly explained, "The technology for Gravity Chambers isn't standardized, so we'd need to coordinate with headquarters on the technical side. That's why it would take so long!"
At that, Turles gave up on the idea. He couldn't wait here for half a year. Too many things could change, and coordinating with Frieza's headquarters was even less feasible!
Do I really have to go to Earth?
That question crossed Turles' mind.
Suddenly, Turles sprang to his feet, his expression turning grave!
He'd sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching the planet. Judging by its strength, it was at least 10,000. Two more auras were close behind it, one around 8,000 and the other around 1,000!
The sudden arrival of an unfamiliar warrior with a battle power over 10,000 gave Turles plenty to think about.
"Turles?" Paragus asked, confused.
Turles pointed at the Scouter on his face, looking somewhat helpless. This was the downside of not being able to sense ki: Turles had already noticed something was wrong, while Paragus still had no idea.
Ignoring Paragus, Turles headed outside. When he reached the entrance, he shot into the sky and flew toward the auras.
Before long, Turles followed the auras to the spacecraft landing area.
Hovering in the air, Turles watched the three people who had just stepped out of their aircraft and felt surprised. He hadn't expected to run into these three on this planet.
They looked younger than he remembered, but their familiar faces and distinctive tails made them instantly recognizable. They were Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz!
Looking at the three of them as they were now, Turles suddenly became interested. A good idea came to him, and he began to descend.
Since they were at a Frieza Force base, Vegeta and the others had let their guard down a little. Vegeta was the only one who remained alert and spotted Turles right away. Nappa and Raditz didn't notice him until he appeared in front of them.
Turles carefully examined the three. Their faces weren't much different from how he remembered them. Considering the Saiyans' physique, that made sense.
As a warrior race, Saiyans had evolved a body perfectly suited for battle over the course of their long history. They stayed in an adolescent form until the age of fifteen, then quickly entered adulthood and remained youthful until old age. So although Saiyans had roughly the same lifespan as Earthlings—around a hundred years—their youthful years lasted an exceptionally long time.
Vegeta and the others were all adults by then, so it made sense that their faces looked much the same as they would later on. At most, they'd look a little more mature.
"Dad?" Raditz suddenly called out.
Turles choked on the words he'd been about to say. He opened his mouth, unsure how to respond to this "good son," who was even older than he was!
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