The Galactic Patrol's standard-issue spaceship traced a long trail through the universe, but the cabin was eerily quiet.
Jaco gripped the control stick, glancing nervously into the rear cabin through the rearview mirror every now and then.
Are you worried?
Merus walked over slowly and looked at Turles, who had been silent since earlier.
Turles leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the rapidly receding stars outside the porthole.
He paused, did not deny it, and gave a soft "hmm".
"I don't know why... but I have a bad feeling about this..."
These words, coming from Turles' mouth, surprised even Merus.
"You actually feel dangerous?"
"Danger?" Turles frowned, carefully considering the lingering gloom in his heart. "It seems... that's indeed the case..."
This feeling was unfamiliar. Since he mastered the power of the Super Saiyan, he had rarely experienced this feeling of being shrouded in the unknown and feeling uneasy.
"Are you still going?" Merus asked.
Turles pondered for a moment, then nodded.
We have to go and see... to find out what happened.
He smirked, his tone carrying a hint of Saiyan arrogance.
"No matter what kind of guy he is, I will make him pay!"
Even if... there are still guys who I find dangerous... it's best to leave.
Upon hearing this, Merus nodded slightly.
Indeed, with Turles ' current strength, there are very few beings in the entire universe who can truly threaten him.
Even if you can't win, no one can stop you from leaving if you want to.
Judging from Turles's expression, although he appears calm on the surface, he's probably seething with anger inside.
I desperately need someone to vent to...
"Um... we're almost there, shall we... land?"
Jaco stammered as he asked.
Turles shook his head.
"In case."
"I don't need it anymore, but could you do me a favor?"
"Go to Earth! Get me something!"
"Perhaps it will come in handy..."
He gave a brief explanation, then added.
Above Planet Frieza, Turles stood alone, suspended high in the sky, looking down below.
The scene before my eyes was even more devastating than that on the Planet Turles.
The magnificent complex that once served as the headquarters of Frieza Force is now almost completely razed to the ground. An enormous, exaggerated circular crater occupies the core area of the base, with the soil and metal at its edges exhibiting a glassy appearance, as if molten at high temperatures and then rapidly cooled.
The air was filled with a strong, scorching smell, the kind that comes after a violent collision of energies.
Countless legion soldiers in standard Battle Suit are moving back and forth across these ruins, carrying out post-war reconstruction work.
Turles slowly descended, his feet landing on this ravaged land.
What makes this place even stranger than the Planet Turles is...
Nobody cared about him...
It's that feeling of completely ignoring him.
The warriors, regardless of their race, performed the repair work with expressionless, mechanical movements.
They will avoid him.
This is highly unusual.
Turles ' heart sank lower and lower.
He started walking through this desolate "living" graveyard.
His footsteps became the only noise in this area that belonged to "life".
I walked past groups of soldiers carrying supplies, past familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Turles ' gaze slowly shifted to the distance, where only the outline of one building remained relatively intact amidst the vast ruins.
That was Frieza's palace, the power center of the Legion.
Although the exterior walls were also covered with cracks and charred marks, it did not ultimately turn to dust like other buildings.
Turles turned around, ignoring the zombie-like soldiers around him, and walked straight toward the palace.
Walking through the crowd, each step intensified the oppressive feeling in my heart.
The calm before the storm is always particularly unsettling.
Soon, he arrived at the foot of the palace steps.
The massive metal staircase was also littered with debris, but a path had been cleared out.
Turles crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the magnificent building that had once symbolized cosmic dominance.
He joined Frieza Force here, clashed with Vegeta for the first time here, and became a general in Frieza Force here.
Now, however, this place exudes an aura of death.
He paused for a moment, carefully sensing the atmosphere inside the palace.
Perhaps the answer he seeks lies within it.
Or perhaps, it was a trap that even he found dangerous.
Turles didn't hesitate for long before resolutely taking his first step up the stairs.
In the empty square, only the sound of his footsteps echoed.
The oppressive feeling intensified several times over as he stepped into the shadows of the palace gates.
The palace was even more deathly silent than the outside.
The emergency lighting system cast a dim light, making the corridors flicker between light and shadow. Long shadows twisted and stretched on the walls and floor, adding to the eeriness of the place.
He walked deeper into the main passageway.
Soon, he arrived at the door of the first circular passage leading to the main hall.
Five figures stood on either side of the door.
The moment Turles saw those people clearly, he paused in his tracks.
The Ginyu Force.
These guys, who usually greet him with respect but unconsciously strike all sorts of poses they think are cool, as if they want to have "we are elites" etched on their faces, were completely expressionless at this moment.
They stood motionless on either side of the door, their bodies ramrod straight.
Turles walked silently past them.
They are alive.
But their spirits seem to have died.
Turles walked through the group of people, and the metal round door behind him slid open silently as he approached.
He didn't turn around and walked straight in.
"Buzz--"
The door behind them slowly closed again, shutting out the five "sculptures".
This is a relatively short buffer passage, at the end of which is the second and final door leading to Frieza's throne room.
And in front of this door stood four people.
Zarbon, and Dodoria.
Seeing these two of Frieza's long-time right-hand men here didn't surprise Turles.
Zarbon's face, which he considered handsome, was now completely blank.
Dodoria also appeared very stiff.
The other two were Turles ' own old subordinates, Amond and Daiz.
The two sat on opposite sides, their eyes lowered.
Turles stopped in front of them.
He slowly lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest.
The matter is already quite obvious.
But Turles seemed to still be clinging to a sliver of hope.
He brushed past Zarbon and Dodoria, but the four of them still didn't react.
He arrived at the enormous, heavy metal gate engraved with the insignia of Frieza Force.
He raised a hand and pressed it on.
He slowly pushed the door open.
"Squeak--"
The heavy scraping of metal echoed in front of the deathly silent hall, sounding particularly jarring.
As the gap widened, the scene inside the main hall was finally fully revealed before his eyes...
Frieza's figure sat majestically deep within the hall, on a massive throne, one hand supporting his chin on the armrest, three eerie lines extending from above his eyes and below his lips...