There was such a person—another Saiyan who had survived the destruction of Planet Vegeta. He commanded a group of ruthless fighters forming a legion so notorious that "even Frieza feared them."
They had gained their extraordinary strength by consuming the "fruit of the Tree of Might"—power meant only for gods. They wandered the universe wreaking havoc, destroying countless planets and becoming feared throughout the cosmos.
Raditz recalled the name of their leader: Turles.
A man who looked remarkably similar to Kakarot, though their personalities couldn't be more different. Only he would know how to create an artificial moon. For some time now, he had been the source of Raditz's uneasiness!
"I never expected my premonition would come true. I don't know how powerful he's become, whether he's already planted the Tree of Might's seeds, or why his timing is so suspiciously convenient..." Raditz murmured a series of troubling thoughts.
At that moment, a group of warriors rose slowly from the ground into the air. Behind them, a massive tree began growing at an impossible rate. Its roots tore through the earth, branching into several thick, solid limbs. They had indeed planted the Tree of Might, and its growth speed was unnaturally fast—within moments, it stood tall and imposing. Like countless ravenous beasts, its roots devoured the planet's energy, enjoying an unparalleled feast.
Everyone except Raditz, who had been mentally prepared, stood stunned.
Among the newcomers, the leader was identical to Goku in appearance and wore Saiyan armor! Looking at his features and the characteristic tail wrapped around his waist, there was no doubt he was a Saiyan.
"He looks... exactly like me?!" Goku was the most shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Hmph, surprised? My name is Turles, and I too am a Saiyan. These are my followers. I didn't expect that while destroying another planet, I would detect a Saiyan spacecraft passing nearby. After analysis, I discovered it was Prince Vegeta and Nappa. I had assumed you died in Planet Vegeta's explosion, but it seems you survived." Turles smirked. "So, I followed your trajectory all the way to Earth, where I happened to find Raditz and Kakarot as well. What a pleasant surprise."
Vegeta snorted coldly and replied with disdain, "You're the one who should be dead."
"We low-class warriors, discarded as trash, are naturally garbage in the prince's eyes. However, that was before. Things are different now."
"Hmph, all of you..."
Vegeta gritted his teeth, maintaining his usual cold, arrogant expression, but inside he was in turmoil. Yet another low-class warrior had appeared with incredible fighting power. The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke—when had all these low-class fighters evolved together? And why did he have to encounter them all? His facial muscles tensed involuntarily as he felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Raditz recalled King Kai mentioning that the Saiyans had been delayed because their path was affected by a planetary explosion that had altered their trajectory. Now he realized it had been the handiwork of Turles and his crew. Everything was connected.
"Your power has been severely depleted. Can you still challenge me?" Turles revealed a ruthless expression. "Amond! Show them your skills."
"Yes, Lord Turles."
A gigantic, muscular man stepped forward with a grin, cracking his knuckles confidently.
Meanwhile, Piccolo joined Goku along with the others, everyone gathering in formation.
The bold Amond beckoned arrogantly to Raditz and the others, flicking his long braids back with an expression that said he could take on all of them.
He had once been a notorious criminal with a reputation for cruelty. After joining Turles, he'd found even greater pleasure in destruction. Like his master, he relied on the Tree of Might's fruit to enhance his strength, and now possessed an overflowing confidence.
"Who are these guys?"
"That one looks exactly like Goku!"
"Were they the ones who attacked us earlier? Damn it! We were so focused on the Saiyan battle that we didn't notice them!" Piccolo still seethed from having his leg severed. Blue veins bulged on his forehead as he glared at the arrogant Amond.
Piccolo rushed forward first to confront him.
"So you're the first to die? Hehehe, idiot."
"You won't be laughing for long."
Piccolo gave him a contemptuous look before moving at incredible speed, his figure blurring as he appeared behind Amond with his palm pressed against the warrior's back. Amond was caught completely off-guard, his mind unable to process what had happened. Piccolo suddenly released energy from his palm, sending him flying, then quickly pursued, unleashing a barrage of punches.
Countless fist shadows pummeled Amond's burly body. His nose was broken, his face swollen, and he had no power to retaliate—only pained screams escaped his lips. Piccolo remained unsatisfied, attacking from every angle, venting the anger he felt from having his limb severed earlier.
Amond was truly outmatched. He vomited blood several times, his mind growing foggy. No matter how hard he tried, he could summon nothing but weakness.
Raditz watched silently, thinking Turles would have to drop his pretense now. Piccolo's strength was no joke.
Turles was indeed taken aback. "This creature is actually overpowering Amond?" He had assumed Amond would be sufficient to handle most opponents, yet he was being thoroughly beaten. Suddenly, Turles' expression shifted to a cold smile as he extended his finger toward Piccolo.
"SHHK!"
A beam of light shot from his fingertip, piercing through Piccolo's shoulder like a rapier! Purple blood sprayed from the wound. Piccolo was shocked—he hadn't expected such interference in a one-on-one fight! Seizing this opportunity, Amond gathered his remaining strength and began spinning at high speed, enveloping Piccolo in a tornado-like attack generated by his rotation.
"You bastard! Sneak attack!"
"This is a battle to the death. The Namekian was too careless." Vegeta snorted coldly.
Raditz looked at Turles, sensing his powerful energy, and felt a chill. He knew how quickly the Tree of Might would drain Earth's energy—they needed to defeat Turles immediately. "Goku, let's take down Turles together!"
"I only wanted to teach you a lesson," Turles sneered. "Since you're so eager to die, don't blame me for what happens. Feel free to try!"
"We will!"
"Turles Force, attack!"
With that command, Turles himself charged forward, reaching Goku in an instant. In his assessment, Raditz and Vegeta were already at the limits of their endurance—Goku was the only real threat.
Although Piccolo was formidable, as a Saiyan, Turles held little regard for other races. He planned to deal with Piccolo after eliminating Goku. Besides, Amond's spinning attack had effectively contained the Namekian, and his other followers were engaging the remaining fighters, preventing them from assisting each other. Victory seemed assured.
With absolute confidence, Turles gathered his strength and launched a devastating punch at Goku!
The display on the improved scouter that had fallen among the ruins continued flashing numbers. After flickering several times, it finally stabilized at a terrifying reading: 35,000!
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