"Who is it?!" Turles quickly turned around. When he saw the few people who had suddenly appeared, a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.
He hadn't sensed them at all, and even the scouter had only just now detected them.
The moment his gaze landed on the three people in front, he immediately noticed the tails wrapped around their waists…
Saiyans!
Compatriot!
"It really is… Uncle Bardock?! No, that's not right!" Salari exclaimed in surprise, then frowned.
Because the resemblance was too strong.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you? You actually look exactly like my dad. Wait a minute, could it be…?!!" Raditz suddenly thought of a possibility.
Could this guy in front of him be the child his old man secretly had with another female Saiyan behind his mom's back?
Abandoned somewhere, and he never knew about it… a younger brother???
"Even though I've never seen Uncle Bardock before, judging from the looks, he really does look a lot like Goku. Could this be what Goku would look like when he's older?" Bulma was puzzled.
Given that Saiyans' appearances don't change drastically, it should be roughly the same.
They look so much alike. If they weren't biological brothers, no one would believe it.
Faced with the sudden turn of events and the strange things being said, Turles' emotions were also stirred.
As an Artificial Saiyan, he had never known his origins. Now, hearing that someone looked so much like him, he was gradually beginning to realize who his father might be.
"M-My lord… it's them… it's these people! They're the ones who sent me to the Galactic Prison back then! I'd recognize them even if they turned to ashes!" Even though they had grown up, Amond still recognized them.
At the same time, fear appeared in his eyes.
"Is that so?" Turles glanced at Amond, then casually swept his gaze across Talot, Salari, Raditz, and Bulma.
Women!
And not just women, it's female Saiyans capable of reproduction!
Obviously, Turles had mistaken Bulma and Tights as female Saiyans too.
As an adult Saiyan, Turles' desire wasn't just to become the ruler of the universe, but also the progenitor of the Saiyan revival!
Now that the Saiyan homeworld had exploded, only a few Saiyans were left.
The appearance of females meant the Saiyan race could continue to propagate, and he might just become the new king!
With greed rising in his heart, his unrestrained gaze roamed over Salari, Bulma, and Tights, as if wanting to strip them bare and claim them for himself.
Bulma and Tights felt a chill down their spines from Turles' lecherous gaze and hurried to hide behind Talot, seeking a sense of security.
As for Salari, she naturally sensed what Turles was plotting, and fury was already burning in her eyes.
Even if he was a compatriot, a survivor, if he crossed her bottom line, then who cared who he was?!
"Hmph~! So you've been on this planet all along, hiding here the whole time?" Turles finally withdrew his gaze and opened his mouth to speak.
Hearing him, no one responded. They just silently watched him continue his performance.
Turles took their silence as a sign of his overwhelming strength, believing they didn't dare provoke him, which made him even more arrogant: "My subordinate told me you once sent him to the Galactic Patrol's Prison. As fellow Saiyans, I've been quite interested in you all lately. Didn't expect you to come to me on your own."
As he finished speaking, Amond at the side seemed to see through Turles' intention: "My lord… don't tell me you're planning to? Their power levels all exceed ten thousand…"
"Shut up!! So what if their power levels exceed ten thousand? Only trash can't even reach ten thousand! And what I want to do is none of your damn business! Say one more word and I'll kill you." A murderous gleam appeared in Turles' cold eyes, scaring Amond into silence.
The strong devour the weak, power rules all.
Turles' power level exceeded 30,000. He had witnessed it himself.
After scolding Amond, the murderous fury on Turles' face turned into a wicked grin. He looked at Talot and the others and said, "There's no need to be afraid. How about joining my team?? We're all Saiyans, so there's no need to be on guard. With your strength combined with my 35,000 power level, reviving the Saiyan race will no longer be a dream! As long as you're willing, I can even share the Tree of Might's fruits behind me with you! I'm sure you've been hiding all this time because you were after these Tree of Might's fruits, right?"
After Turles finished speaking, Amond beside him drew in a sharp breath.
He suddenly felt like his death was imminent.
Turles only took a liking to him and brought him to this planet to plant the Tree of Might because he had no other capable subordinates.
But now, if these Saiyans band together, he'd become completely irrelevant.
He wanted to resist, to plot something, but he simply didn't have the strength.
The only thing he could do was to keep a low profile and try to stay out of sight.
At this moment, when Talot, Salari, and Raditz heard Turles' power level, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
This quickly broke the previously tense atmosphere.
Jaco, on the other hand, was already getting scared. After all, with his power level, facing someone with 35,000 was suicide. He didn't really know how strong Talot and the others were, he had only assumed they were above ten thousand.
Tights wasn't afraid, though. Back then, Talot and the others had already shown power levels far beyond that number.
To put it simply, a mere 35,000 was nothing.
"Talot, Salari, is 35,000 power level supposed to be impressive?" Raditz asked with a sneer.
"Hmm, seems kinda average," Salari responded directly, completely ignoring Turles' smug attitude.
Talot didn't respond, he just watched them act.
Turles was indeed fairly powerful. At the very least, he was much stronger than Vegeta and Nappa.
Unfortunately, this Turles really was a villain.
Talot had thought that if he wasn't truly evil, just someone relying on the Tree of Might to increase his strength, maybe they could keep him around and grow stronger together.
But now that this guy had set his sights on Salari and the others, and was scheming against them—
That completely erased any thoughts Talot had of keeping him around.
"You're looking to die!!" Clearly aware he was being mocked, Turles' fury erupted.
A strange aura exploded from his body, creating a powerful pressure that caused the Tree of Might to shake violently.
Flying into a rage and resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement, Turles clearly wasn't the brightest.
He didn't even bother to feel them out first, to check the disparity in power.
"Brother Talot, can I get rid of him?" Salari's expression was cold. She was outwardly calm, but was actually seething with murderous intent.
Turles had disgusted her, and disgusted everyone else, too.
"Even if he's a fellow Saiyan, that doesn't mean he's a friend. Do whatever you feel like," Talot said casually.
The next second, he looked over at Raditz, wanting to hear his opinion too.
After all, Turles might, in some sense, share Bardock's cells, making him half a brother to Raditz.
"I don't care. Kill him if you want. What era is this, anyway? To think we still have this kind of idiotic 'compatriot', it's downright embarrassing," Raditz said with complete indifference.
Hearing that, Salari had no reservations left.
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