On the vast open-air helipad, a sleek, imposing black spaceship slowly descended under the watchful eyes of countless people.
The roar of the engine gradually subsided, and the hatch opened with a "whoosh," from which a stream of cold white mist billowed out.
Turles was the first to appear at the top of the gangway.
His steps were steady, and his powerful aura spread out unintentionally, causing all the busy legion soldiers on the tarmac to pause involuntarily.
"Salute to the General!"
I don't know who shouted it first.
The next second, all the soldiers on the tarmac, dressed in standard Battle Suit, stopped what they were doing, turned around in unison, and faced the black spaceship.
Stand at attention, make a fist with your right hand, and gently pound it on your left chest.
Neat and uniform, completely silent.
Turles was already used to this, and after smiling and returning the salute to the soldiers, he continued on his way.
However, right behind him...
Two small, thin figures, out of place with their surroundings, also came out.
They were also wearing the latest standard Battle Suit from Frieza Force, but the size was clearly tailor-made for children.
Most striking of all were the fully enclosed helmets they wore, which covered almost their entire heads.
Apart from a pair of dark goggles in front of him, no face could be seen.
The two little ones followed closely behind Turles, looking just like the general's newly recruited bodyguards.
However, its size is rather petite.
"Hey, who are those two little ones?"
"I wonder, did the general bring back newly recruited soldiers?"
"Are you kidding me? What can such a small child do?"
How do you know it's a child? What if it's from some race that's naturally short?
"Exactly, exactly. The general has always had high standards. Every soldier he recruits is a powerful warrior. Have you forgotten about Tien Shinhan and the others?"
Although the surrounding soldiers maintained their salutes, they had already begun to whisper among themselves through the communication channels built into their Battle Suit.
And at this moment, beneath the helmet.
The world of these two little ones has been thrown into turmoil.
They were like country kids visiting the city for the first time, peering through the not-so-wide goggles of their helmets.
They observed this completely unfamiliar new world with greed and awe.
He acted like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden.
A well-organized fleet of suspended transport vehicles shuttling back and forth.
A strange building that soars into the clouds and gleams with a metallic sheen.
And then there were the legionary soldiers, radiating a powerful aura and displaying high morale...
Everything here was completely different from the gray, desolate ruins they remembered.
" Trunks! Trunks, look!"
Son Goten couldn't help but send a joyful shout to Trunks beside him through the helmet's internal communication system.
His little head turned back and forth like a rattle drum, and his big eyes behind the goggles were almost too big to see.
"Uncle, this place... is so big! And so beautiful!"
"And... look at those people, they all look... so happy!"
In Son Goten's small voice, there was a hint of envy and longing that he himself was unaware of.
In his world, apart from his mother, grandfather, Uncle Krillin, and Aunt Bulma, he had almost never seen anyone else smile.
The faces of most survivors were forever etched with numbness, fear, and despair.
Trunks' expression, hidden beneath his helmet, was equally filled with excitement and awe.
Although he wasn't as boisterous as Son Goten, his tightly clenched little fists betrayed his inner turmoil.
For the two little ones who grew up amidst the apocalypse and ruins, this place was even better than they had ever imagined paradise!
In addition, their childlike nature makes them unsurprised and amazed.
Trunks's tone betrayed his excitement.
"Everyone looks really impressive, and... they all seem to respect Uncle Turles!"
From the soldiers' heartfelt and unforced salutes, Trunks could clearly sense the immense prestige Turles held here.
"This is incredible! Is this... an army from outer space?!"
The two little ones walked along, whispering to each other, their shock and wonder impossible to hide.
Just then, two familiar figures walked towards them.
"Boss! You're finally back!"
Amond's signature loud voice rang out first, and he greeted them with a warm smile.
Daiz, standing beside him, quickly followed, also with a smile on his face. However, his attention was soon drawn to the two little ones wearing fully enclosed helmets behind Turles.
"Boss, what's this...?" Daiz asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Oh, them."
The curve of his lips became increasingly amused.
"My newly accepted apprentice."
"Ha?!"
Amond looked dazed.
Daiz also looked completely taken aback.
apprentice?
When did our eldest brother ever have such leisure time?
Turles stopped, turned around, and placed his palms on Trunks' and Son Goten's helmets respectively, gently rubbing them.
The two looked at each other, both seeing the same confusion and bewilderment on each other's faces.
Amond scratched his head, finally unable to hold back, and asked, "Boss, what's going on here? Why did you suddenly decide to take on apprentices?"
Daiz also looked at the two little ones with curiosity.
"To catch the boss's eye, do they have some extraordinary talent?"
"Your aura is quite strong..."
Turles ' smile widened.
"Of course."
Don't underestimate them.
Turles withdrew his hands, crossed them back to his chest, and spoke slowly.
"If it really comes down to a fight, you're no match for them."
This resolute declaration immediately raised doubts in Amond and Daiz.
"Boss, what you said... was really hurtful, wasn't it?"
"Although they are your apprentices, we haven't been idle all these years!"
"Looks like we have to show you, boss, our efforts and changes!"
As he spoke, Amond looked at the two little ones.
He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "Since he's your apprentice, boss, then he's the future of our Sixth Branch."
"As seniors, we have an obligation to 'guide' newcomers and let them know how vast the universe is."
Beneath their helmets, Trunks and Son Goten heard everything clearly through internal communication.
"Hey, Trunks."
Son Goten's sweet, childlike voice carried a hint of eager excitement.
"They don't seem to believe we're that great!"
"Hmm, looks like they still want to fight us!"
Seeing the unconvinced looks on his two old subordinates' faces, Turles couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh?"
Turles raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.
Are you sure you want to 'guide' them?
"Certainly!"
Amond patted his chest, his statement resolute.
"Very good."
Turles nodded readily. He turned around, lowered his head, and through his dark goggles, he could almost see the eager expressions on the faces of the two little ones.
"What do you two have to say?"
Want to fight?
"Think!"
Son Goten answered almost instantly, nodding his little head like he was pounding garlic.
Trunks, without hesitation, puffed out his little chest.
Turles turned around with a smile.
He straightened up, looked at Amond and Daiz again, and shrugged.
"Alright, since you all agree."
"Then you asked for it."
Turles strolled forward slowly.
"Don't say I didn't warn you later. I won't be responsible if you lose face in front of so many people."
"Oh, right."
Turles stopped and waved without turning around.
"Since we're going to fight, let's make it a big fight."
"Go and call Kakarot and the others over as well."