Chapter 13: Mental Simulation Training
BOOM!
An explosion sent Turles crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater. Instantly, he burst back into the air like a missile, the recoil force expanding the crater even further.
Moving beyond the speed of sound, he became invisible to the naked eye. In a single instant, Turles appeared before Broly, fists flying like a machine gun barrage—continuous, relentless strikes hammering into Broly's body. But those punches—strong enough to shatter mountains—had absolutely no effect. Even concentrating all his attacks on one spot couldn't force Broly back a single step.
Seemingly annoyed by the interruption, a trace of displeasure crossed Broly's cold face. His left hand shot out, catching both of Turles's fists in one grip. Then his right fist drove into Turles's abdomen with devastating force.
"Gah!" Blood sprayed from Turles's mouth. The single blow inflicted critical damage. His body went limp instantly, his ki plummeting.
Broly released his grip, letting gravity claim Turles's falling body.
As Turles descended, the entire world shattered like glass, quickly consumed by darkness.
Soon, reality reconstructed. Sky and ground vanished, replaced by an endless white space. Turles lay exhausted at its center, chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.
"Failed again," his frustrated voice echoed through the void.
"Continue!"
After venting briefly, the world began transforming once more. Turles immediately threw himself into the next battle.
Training Room aboard the spacecraft.
Turles's closed eyes snapped open. Sweat covered his forehead. His body tilted backward, collapsing onto the floor.
That's right—Turles had just been conducting simulated combat training in his mental realm.
This was a technique Goku had used in canon. During the Cell Saga, Goku achieved through meditation in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber what others needed a year of training to accomplish. He'd used focused meditation to control emotional fluctuations while simulating combat scenarios.
Turles was currently borrowing that combat simulation aspect.
Since his ship lacked the gravity chamber Dr. Brief had installed in Goku's training vessel, Turles needed alternative training methods. Mental simulation was the most suitable approach for his current circumstances.
Perhaps due to his dual-soul fusion, Turles's mind was remarkably active. Using fragmentary memories and his own experimentation, he'd mastered mental simulation training in under two days.
His sparring partners weren't limited to Broly. Vegeta, Paragus, even memory-based versions of Goku and Gohan—he'd simulated them all.
But without directly sensing their actual ki signatures, those latter simulations lacked effectiveness. So Turles primarily fought Broly, Vegeta, and Paragus. Against Broly, the result was invariably the same: instant defeat.
Broly was simply too powerful. Not only did his battle power vastly exceed Turles's, but his combat instincts were overwhelmingly superior. In the simulations, once Broly entered that cold, emotionless state, his fighting intuition skyrocketed infinitely. No matter how Turles attacked, Broly always predicted his movements. The outcome never changed.
While mental simulation couldn't completely replace real combat, the data was based on Turles's known parameters. Meaning if he fought Broly now, the result would be identical—defeat.
However, mental training had significant drawbacks. The mental strain was enormous. With Turles's current mental state, he could only simulate for one hour daily—and not consecutively. After each 15-minute session, he needed a full hour of mental recovery. Otherwise, he'd suffer severe psychological damage. All told, he only managed five hours of training per day.
Still, the simulation had reference value. Once his body adapted, the combat experience from the mental realm would be rapidly absorbed, saving considerable time.
This perfectly suited Turles's current situation during interstellar travel. He could experiment with various techniques in the mental world, and each simulation helped identify his own weaknesses. That's why he'd thrown himself into this training so enthusiastically—it alleviated the crushing boredom of space travel.
Unlike Paragus and Raditz. The first week, Paragus had been motivated enough to train Raditz. But after a month, he'd joined Raditz in deep hibernation—standard procedure for long-distance space travel. You preset the destination and let the ship's autopilot handle everything.
Finishing today's training, Turles splashed water on his face and left the training room.
The moment he stepped out, he encountered Broly. His good mood evaporated instantly. His eye twitched involuntarily.
Broly, that freak, could somehow tolerate the tedious journey without any issues.
Maybe it was his Vampa upbringing. Broly's mentality was remarkably simple. Even after a month of space travel, he could still enthusiastically stare at cosmic scenery all day.
It wasn't that Turles refused to teach Broly mental simulation combat—the problem was the technique's delicate mental control requirements were far too difficult for him. After Turles had forcibly guided Broly into mental simulation once, Broly had nearly lost control and torn apart the ship. Turles hadn't dared let him try again. Until they solved Broly's instability issue, any combat-related training was off-limits.
"Broly!" Seeing him intently watching the viewport, Turles greeted him.
"Turles, finished training?" Broly turned around, visibly happy to see his only friend.
"Yeah, done for today. Came out early." Turles replied casually, walking to the window. Looking at the monotonous scenery, he asked, "Still not bored of it?"
When first entering space, Turles had been captivated by the brilliant cosmic vista. But the novelty wore off fast—everything became repetitive. Plus, the ship's speed was so extreme that eyes couldn't track properly, creating a nauseating sensation after prolonged viewing.
"It's fine! Really beautiful. I never saw any of this on Vampa!" Broly scratched his head sheepishly, slightly embarrassed.
Hearing that response, Turles fell silent. He honestly didn't know if bringing Broly from Vampa had been the right choice.
Paragus was hibernating. Turles himself was absorbed in training. With no one for company, Broly could only stare out the viewport all day. Turles wondered if he felt lonely.
"Broly, do you—never mind." Turles started to ask, then swallowed the words.
Broly glanced at him curiously. Seeing Turles go quiet, he didn't press. For Broly, having a good friend's company was already wonderful.
They stood together at the viewport, watching the cosmic scenery, occasionally sharing experiences. Broly's Vampa life had been monotonous—mostly Turles talked, recounting both combat memories and his previous life on Earth. Broly was fascinated, especially by descriptions of Earth's cuisine, which filled him with longing.
Time passed unnoticed until Karl approached with a colleague.
He first reported that all positioning and surveillance systems had been successfully removed from the ship. Then he updated them on gravity chamber construction progress. According to Karl, they'd fully digested the data downloaded from Frieza headquarters before departure. Construction could begin in two days.
Finally, good news—following the planned route, they'd reach the next layover planet in two months. That lifted Turles's spirits considerably.
After so long aboard the ship, he'd almost forgotten what solid ground felt like. Finally, some progress!
"However, sir, we just received a distress signal. From a Galactic Patrolman!" Karl hesitated before reporting this news.
Ever since Turles had ordered them to remove all surveillance systems, Karl's team had understood—these Saiyans were leaving the Frieza Force. Combined with their destination being Galactic Patrol HQ, the conclusion was obvious.
That knowledge frightened and excited them equally.
Frieza's intimidation was real—fear was natural. But Turles's promise gave them hope. Rebuilding the Kaburu race had once been an impossible dream. Now they had a chance. They'd cling to it desperately. So Karl wanted to help Turles establish a foothold in the Galactic Center quickly. And here was an opportunity.
"Galactic Patrol?" Turles was surprised.
"Yes. He identifies as Galactic Patrolman Jaco. He was pursued by space pirates, took damage during the chase, and is now stranded on Planet Kano!" Seeing Turles's interest, Karl grew more excited, quickly explaining the full situation.
Glancing at the over-enthusiastic Karl, Turles pulled up the star charts. He quickly located Planet Kano on the map. Not far—and directly on their route.
"Can we make a temporary landing on Kano?" Turles asked.
"Absolutely, sir!" Karl answered immediately.
"Good. Slow down in Kano's outer orbit first. Don't land yet."
"Also, prepare to wake Paragus and Raditz."
Turles made his decision.
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