Before the Namekian could find a new habitable home, they temporarily stayed at Capsule Corporation Z.
Upon receiving news of the general's return, Dr. Gero's face flushed with an almost fanatical red.
A massive upheaval erupted throughout the entire Sixth Branch.
The entire base and its subordinate star systems instantly erupted in excitement, with every gear in operation roaring to welcome the supreme commander.
The Turles ship pierced through the thick cloud cover of the Sixth Branch Base Planet.
Standing before the enormous porthole, Turles, Son Goku, and Piccolo looked down at the once prosperous land that had been completely transformed into a steel jungle.
This place... I really miss it.
Turles stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
Son Goku and Piccolo followed his gaze.
On the huge plaza below the spaceport, tens of thousands of legion soldiers, dressed in uniform combat gear, were neatly arranged in square formations.
Besides the troops still out there assisting the Galactic Patrol in cleaning up the mess left by the cosmic turmoil.
Everyone has assembled!
The spacecraft has begun its smooth landing.
"Laugh--"
With a slight hydraulic whirring sound, the hatch slowly opened.
The dazzling sunlight streamed in instantly.
In the square, right in the center of the first square formation.
Dr. Gero, Amond, Daiz stood tall and proud.
Half a body length to their left stood the silent Cacao, and the excited Reiz and Lakasei brothers.
On the right are Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu, all dressed in the Legion's special martial arts instructor uniforms.
Everyone held their breath, gazing up at the hatch bathed in light.
The instant Turles came into their sight!
On the square, the soldiers stood in perfect unison!
A deafening roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens, exploded forth!
"Welcome back, General!!!"
"Welcome back, General!!!"
"Welcome back, General!!!"
The sound waves converged into a tangible torrent, causing the entire base to buzz.
This is the result of just three short years!
When an army has faith, it also has a military spirit!
Today, Turles ' return is the embodiment of faith!
The embodiment of military spirit!
Turles simply raised his hand slowly and pressed it down lightly.
Instantly, the entire hall fell silent.
Turles strode down the gangway at a leisurely pace.
Dr. Gero immediately stepped forward, his face filled with reverence.
"General!"
He excitedly reported, "While you were away, the Sixth Branch operated perfectly! The peacekeeping operation with the Galactic Patrol is also in its final stages!"
Turles nodded in satisfaction.
He walked past Dr. Gero, raised his hand, and gently patted the brilliant scientist on the shoulder.
There's no need to say anything more, because this welcoming procession is Dr. Gero's answer to him!
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Turles gave another order.
"The entire army is disbanded; each member is to perform their assigned duties."
Krillin shouted excitedly and rushed forward to give Son Goku a hard high five.
Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu also came up, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.
"We know about your battle on Planet Namek; it was truly perilous!"
Amond and Daiz also walked towards Turles.
"Boss! You're finally back!"
Where have you been all these years?
Turles smiled and waved his hand, "These things can't be explained in a short time, we'll talk about them later. But you guys seem to have been training hard while I was away, you've gotten a lot stronger!"
"Is there?"
The two exchanged smiles that were a mixture of smugness and embarrassment...
Only the core members remained on site, following Turles toward the base's central conference room.
Walking along the base's spacious and bright corridors, Son Goku and Krillin were still excitedly exchanging their experiences.
Just as the group was about to reach the end of the corridor.
Turles suddenly stopped.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Deep in the corridor, a slender figure stood quietly.
She wore a well-tailored dark business suit, her bright blonde hair was neatly tied back, and she exuded a mature and composed aura.
The moment Turles saw the figure clearly, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He waved silently.
Dr. Gero and the others understood immediately and led the rest of the group away via another fork in the road.
In an instant, only Turles and Tights remained in the wide corridor.
Turles slowly walked up to Tights.
The two locked eyes.
Everything is understood without words...
Meanwhile, on a desolate planet deep in the universe.
The surface here is a deathly dark red, with huge meteorite craters scattered everywhere, and black lava solidified at the bottom of the craters, bearing witness to the horrific impact that once occurred here.
A wrecked spaceship bearing the insignia of Heeters was plummeting diagonally from the dust-filled sky, trailing a long plume of smoke.
"Boom--!"
The spaceship eventually plunged into a huge crater, triggering a violent explosion that sent up clouds of red dust.
The shockwave from the explosion shattered several weathered rocky mountains in the vicinity.
A moment later.
"Bang!"
The severely deformed spaceship hatch was violently kicked off from the inside by a tremendous force, slamming heavily onto the ground some distance away.
Gokua, covered in soot, scrambled out of the billowing smoke and wreckage of the spaceship, landing awkwardly on the ground.
In the final battle on Planet Namek, he took advantage of the battlefield's brutality and chaos, and feigned death while Frieza was cleaning up the battlefield, thus narrowly escaping death.
He only escaped after everyone else had left Planet Namek, thanks to a spaceship left behind by the Heeters...
But before he could even rejoice in his good fortune, during his escape voyage, a strange Ki Wave from who-knows-where precisely destroyed his spaceship's propulsion system, forcing him to crash-land on this godforsaken, desolate planet.
Gokua scrambled to his feet in horror. His pride and arrogance as a top swordsman of the Hera Clan had been shattered by Frieza and Turles on Planet Namek.
He realized with a profound understanding that times had long since changed.
This universe is no longer a place where the Hera Clan can roam freely.
Gokua gripped the longsword that had been with him for many years, but it couldn't bring him any sense of security.
He muttered to himself in despair.
Even if Bojack could really be resurrected from the seal, so what?
Encountering Frieza, encountering the general of Frieza Force...
They'll probably have no choice but to tuck their tails between their legs and hide in some corner of the universe, barely surviving.
At this moment, Gokua was like a frightened bird.
On this completely unfamiliar and desolate planet, he instantly tensed all his nerves, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, assumed a battle stance, and warily looked around.
Although nothing could be seen with the naked eye.
But with the swordsman's extraordinary intuition, he subconsciously felt that a pair of murderous eyes were watching him intently from some dark corner.
This feeling sent chills down his spine.
"Who!"
"Who's lurking around there like that!"
Suppressing his fear, Gokua shouted in a show of bravado, trying to bolster his courage with his voice.
"Get out here!"
The only response he received was a howling wind that whipped up red dust from the ground.
The silence grew, and the more uneasy Gokua felt.
He gritted his teeth, brandished his longsword, and fiercely slashed out a dark red, sharp sword aura towards a huge stone mountain in front of him!
The billowing smoke and dust rose again.
"Heh... Is this the legendary Hera Swordswoman, who strikes fear into the hearts of even the Galactic Patrol?"
"Isn't this a bit too embarrassing?"
A figure gradually appeared in the billowing smoke and dust.
It was a short figure, its true appearance obscured in the darkness.
Just as Gokua was about to raise his sword and swing it, a huge foot landed beside him.
"Next, please tell me everything you know..."