Chapter 8: Going Out on a Solo Mission!

Turles looked at the mental clone he had made of Vegeta. After their two brief but memorable encounters, Turles got an accurate size of Vegeta's power. This would make the image training more effective since he had a proper gauge of Vegeta's power. He smirked as Vegeta sneered.

Turles cheated to get one over Vegeta when he was leaving. His base power was still no match for the elite warrior. While Turles may have shown his power level as over 1,500, his true power was a fair bit above that. He didn't know the exact level as he's never used his full power, but he was satisfied with his gains so far. It won't take long for him to surpass Vegeta and eventually catch the attention of Lord Frieza or the Ginyu Force.

Turles started his image training and allowed himself to be attacked in order to gain an advantage over the princess. Vegeta replicated his little stunt earlier and nearly dropped Turles to his knees with a blow to the gut. Turles held Vegeta's arm with both hands as he opened his mouth. A bright purple light filled the inside of his mouth, startling the Prince.

Instead of aiming for the head where Vegeta could possibly dodge his attack, Turles aimed for the much more vulnerable and larger area to hit, his body. He fired off an energy wave from his mouth that blasted the Vegeta through several walls of the building on Planet Frieza 17. Holding his abdomen, Turles didn't even need to see the elite Saiyan's face to know how pissed he was. All he had to do was look up in the sky.

A bright purple light filled the sky. Turles looked up and saw the prince with a furious expression on his face, charging up a Galick Gun. Finally, being in this situation himself, Turles was curious. In the series, there are many times when characters just sit and watch as an enemy is charging up an attack or transforming. He can excuse the Saiyans as they're fighting maniacs, but everyone else doesn't get that excuse.

Turles flew in the sky and began rapidly vanishing and appearing across the sky. He saw Vegeta continue charging his attack, but it certainly wasn't wide enough to cover the entire sky. With a smirk on his face, Turles continued to taunt Vegeta by never staying still to be hit by his attack. Eventually, it reached its peak and could no longer rise in power. But Vegeta still hasn't fired it.

"Well, why don't I help you?" Turles appeared behind Vegeta and elbowed him into the ground below.

Vegeta's power dropped significantly as Turles stood over his burial site. His hand glowed with energy. He pointed his glowing palm at Vegeta. "Wrong choice, Princess." Turles fired and blew up Vegeta to smithereens.

In that fight, Turles wasn't satisfied by Vegeta and restarted his mental world. He spent his time traveling through space inside his attack ball, mentally training himself since he couldn't physically train himself. His opponents varied once things started to get stale. Turles fought against Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. He fought Zarbon, Dodoria, Cui, and even Lord Frieza as a joke. Of course, he lost more times than he won, but it helped bring his fighting form into something with more substance.

When Turles crash-landed on the planet, he was greeted with the sight of an amazing-looking planet. The surface was covered in rolling hills, lush forests, and sparkling lakes. The buildings on this planet were made with a combination of greenery and stone materials, blending seamlessly into the natural environment. The structures were tall and had their own sense of style, with sweeping curves and large windows. The buildings were surrounded by sprawling gardens filled with a diverse array of plants and trees. He was satisfied. Now this was a planet worth conquering. A eutopia compared to that desert planet filled with death, heat, and monsters. Turles clicked his scouter to check out all of the power levels on this planet and couldn't help but be surprised.

Somewhere on this planet was a being with a power level of 3,000. Besides that, everyone else was a pushover. How impressive. The average power level of a soldier from the Frieza Force was around 2,000. Whoever this person or creature was, they could be proud in knowing that they could take out the average soldier from the army. Even Turles didn't hold a candle to them with his base power.

Turles opened up his space pod and took a deep breath of the fresh air around him. He could sense several low power levels coming toward him. They must have seen his spaceship crashing into the planet. Hopefully, they were important or could lead him to someone important. Otherwise, he'll have to go on a killing spree throughout the planet.

His eyes spotted this planet's inhabitants traveling in a group. They wore clothes, looked like humanoid bug people, and carried weapons. From what Turles could see, they have long, slender limbs and torsos. Their skin is smooth and has a range of blue and green tones, indicating a possible camouflage adaptation. Their most distinctive feature is the pair of antennae that sprout from the top of their heads They looked at Turles with apprehension and wariness as they held their metal weapons up. Their clothes seemed to be made from a lightweight, durable material that seemed to be woven from fibers from local plants or animals. Their weapons were made from a shiny, metallic material, suggesting a level of technological sophistication beyond what Turles might expect from bug people.

"Greetings. I'd like to speak to the one in charge of this planet." Turles politely requested.

"Who are you!?" The bug-man that Turles guessed was the leader of this little group pointed his sword at him.

"My name is Turles. I'm here on behalf of my boss to broker a deal with whoever is in charge of this place." He introduced himself.

"A deal? What kind of deal could a stranger like you give to our king?" He asked.

"A deal that could change the lives of everyone on this planet for the rest of their lives," Turles spoke with a sense of wonder and amazement.

"Fine. I'll try to get you an audience with our king but take note of this! I hold no promises that our king will accept to meet with you face to face."

"Please try to convince him." Turles brought his hands together with a smile. "This will be the biggest change for everyone on this planet. No one will be left out from this deal."

"Like I said, no promises. Follow me." His antenna twitched, and all of the soldiers surrounded Turles.

They had him surrounded from the back, the sides, and in front. Their weapons were pointed at him, but he kept a casual smile on his face. Looking as harmless as a merchant could be. If that merchant was the size of a child, had a muscular body for a kid, and didn't look threatened by all the sharp weapons pointed at him. They traveled quite a distance from the dense jungle Turles crashed in.

Eventually, they arrived at a grandiose palace. Turles noticed that the highest power level on this planet was deep inside the palace. This would make things easier for him. He followed them inside, went down some grand staircase, and soon found himself locked behind bars in some sort of dungeon.

"Awh, man. I trusted you guys." Turles looked at the captain.

"Do you think we are fools!? Just to trust the words of any random child from who knows where!? Do you think that just anyone could meet our king?! Not even I can get an audience with the king so easily, and I'm in charge of training his army!" He shouted.

"You could've just said that instead of wasting my time…" Turles pouted. "Is there still a chance that I could meet with him?" Turles gave them one last chance to live.

"If you're lucky after he hears of your arrival."

"You're going to go tell him about me?!" Turles looked like an excited child who just found his only lifeline.

"Yes, because if I don't, someone else will steal the credit for capturing and interrogating you." He replied.

"Alright, I'll be here waiting! Bye, bug man!" Turles waved at him.

"My name is Eire, prisoner." Most of the guards walked away, leaving only two behind to watch over him in his cell.

Turles was not impressed with the state of his cell. It was an empty rectangular room made of stone. For some reason, it was moist and wet in places. This was not going to go well when he got his audience with the king of this place. However, the bug captain's instincts and decisions were mostly correct. He could've done a better job if he had searched him for weapons and didn't lead him to the actual king's palace.

As a man intending to become the best bad guy in the multiverse, he knew faults when he saw them. Turles would've continued the friendly act if their places were switched until he knew what the invader could offer. He would've just made the stranger meet with a fake king, discuss details of the deal, and then ask for time to decide on a decision with his counsel. If it was worth it, seal the deal as long as it wasn't too oppressive. If it wasn't, send the stranger back on his way or try to negotiate another deal for his tech. If none of that worked and they were hostile, use all available power to try and kill them.

The attack ball, scouter, and armor of the Frieza Force were high-quality goods. There was no way they weren't highly valuable products to sell alongside planets, right? They were too useful not to be. When Turles rose high enough in rank, he planned to understand all of the inner workings of the Frieza Force. It was impossible that the Frieza Force's only business was selling planets with all their tech.