Chapter 88: Last Breath!

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Turles was flung back hundreds of meters, leaving an impression of a human form on the mountain's surface.

Struggling for breath, Nappa admitted, "I didn't defeat him..."

Raditz stood between Turles and Nappa, his condition far from ideal. He responded with a breathless acknowledgment, "You did well."

"It's weird getting praise from you."

Roles had reversed for Nappa and Raditz. Previously, Nappa had been the one offering compliments to Raditz, but now it was the other way around.

Nappa continued, "Next time, I'll hit him with more than one move."

"It's a deal." Nappa seemed to have glimpsed his wish and collapsed onto the ground.

Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan arrived, descending from the sky. Krillin and Tumat, who had recently arrived on the scene, followed the radar signals to reach the group.

Krillin had been searching for the dragonball with Tumat, but they had found no trace of it. After returning to the canyon to retrieve the radar, they set out again. They were soon alerted by the rapid movement of several Dragon Balls, leading them to follow the path and catch up with the ongoing situation.

"Krillin, Nappa needs a Senzu Bean. He's running out of Ki," Raditz advised.

"Understood... understood." Krillin had just arrived and was still unaware of the events that had transpired. He hurriedly produced a Senzu Bean and handed it to Nappa.

Raditz stepped up, his state far from perfect, and uttered with a strained voice, "You did well."

While Nappa was being attended to, everyone's attention shifted to the towering Tree of might that had reappeared on the planet. Its fruits were now ripe, contrasting starkly with the devastated environment that surrounded it.

Volcanic eruptions occurred beneath the surface, splitting the continents into smaller islands. Tsunamis and storms ravaged the landscape, with gray skies echoing with thunderous roars and lightning's dazzling flashes.

Amidst the chaos, Turles emerged from the brilliance of a lightning strike, half illuminated and half shrouded in shadow.

"They're not dead after all... Frieza was a disappointment! But they look weak now. If only I eat a few more of these fruits..." Turles muttered to himself, his face twisted in frustration.

His meticulous plan had seemingly been impeccable, meticulously calculated through several battles. He had anticipated plenty of time, ensuring he secured the final Dragon Ball needed to make himself invincible. However, Raditz and the others had managed to survive against all odds.

Turles was unwilling to abandon his meticulous groundwork. With the spacecraft still loaded with the Dragon Balls he'd painstakingly gathered, he aimed to consume the Tree of might's fruits, further empowering himself.

Observing Raditz and his companions apparent state of weakness, Turles flew towards the tree. He intended to greedily pluck the ripe fruits and devour them before anyone could intervene.

Raditz warned, "Turles, stop!"

Determined to stop him this time, Raditz released a long chain of ki blasts. In an instant, Turles was knocked off balance and sent flying, his chest bones cracking from the impact.

Raditz had no intention of going easy on Turles. He pressed his advantage, closing the distance and delivering a powerful elbow strike. The impact drove Turles against the wall, leaving an indentation in the rock and causing debris to cascade down.

Blood spattered on Raditz's body and face, adding a sinister touch to his already fearsome appearance.

"You..." Turles stared in disbelief at the figure before him. Though appearing feeble and exhausted, Raditz's strength remained astonishingly formidable. How was he still so powerful?

Raditz didn't say a word, his silence punctuated by another strike. He lunged at Turles and hammered him into the wall, dealing a blow that broke several of Turles ribs.

The ferocity of Raditz's assault left Turles staggered. Blood spurted from his mouth, his face contorted with pain and surprise.

Turles body hit the ground as Raditz released him from his grip. His face bore a strange expression—part dazed, part deranged.

"Damn... I'm going to die."

Turles final realization was that even the Tree of might's fruits couldn't save him. He'd hoped they would provide the strength he needed, but now he understood the extent of his own weaknesses.

Despite his elaborate calculations, Turles had ultimately fallen to overwhelming power. He died tragically, consumed by his own paranoia and ignorance.

As his life slipped away, Turles final thoughts focused on the only source of strength he believed in—the Tree of might's fruits. In the end, it had only exposed his vulnerability and folly.

Unnoticed by Turles, Raditz's gaze bore into him. He descended from the wall, his breathing ragged, and made a quick assessment of the situation.

"Piccolo is on his way here. The whistle can only delay him temporarily. His shockwave on the ground has already reached the center, and it won't be long before the nemesis collapses. We need to leave quickly."

A realization struck Raditz, and he reached for a capsule in his pocket. To his shock, he found it was missing. In the heat of battle, his clothing had been torn, and the capsules he'd stowed had slipped from his pockets, leaving him with only half of his capsules.

"I'm going to start the spaceship..." Raditz began, only to find himself speechless as he realized the capsules were gone. He'd hoped to summon the spacecraft and facilitate a swift escape.

Panicking, Raditz tried to suppress his frustration. The situation was dire, and he had no time to lose.

"The capsules are gone," he muttered. "We have to come up with a plan."

Raditz's comment left everyone in a worried silence. They assessed the bleak landscape around them, aware that time was running out.

Tumat expressed his concerns, "We can't stay here much longer. Piccolo will catch up to us soon."

He was met with a determined response from Raditz, "We can make a wish using the Dragon Balls."

With a renewed sense of urgency, the group refocused their attention on the scattered Dragon Balls, hopeful that their wishes could provide a solution to their dire circumstances.

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