Just a few things before I start to tell this story;

1. This is an Alternate Universe; actually a companion piece to "In the Blood" it will tell of Turles adventures in finding love, peace of mind, and a knowledge of how to defeat the Cold empire.

2. Turles is Kakarot's twin (rare in Saiyans); AKA Goku

3. Kakarot is a female.

4. All Z Team characters are Saiyans, except Piccolo and Tien (others may change though).

5. Family trees different; Gohan father of Bardock, Bardock father of Radditz, Turles and Kakarot, Gohan, and Goten (Bardock considered a womanizer; no one really knows how many kids he has).

6. Vegeta has blue eyes, only found in Royals.

7. Vegeta has two brothers, both younger; Broly (slow and stupid), and Trunks (playboy and self centered). He also will have a baby sister named Bra.

8. Saiyans not all power hunger and vicious.

9. Anything else will be explained during my story.

10. And of course I don't own anything Dragonball, more's the pity.

Italics is thoughts

"Talking"

Chapter 1:

The King

Turles was on his way back to his sister's room after leaving the King.

The meeting hadn't gone exactly as Turles had expected it to; which was yelling and demands of the Volani family should control their daughters more. But the meeting was stranger. First the King himself met Turles at the door with the silliest grin on his face. Then the Queen was just leaving and the King actually slapped at her ass and she just giggled as she slapped back. The silly "oh" :O look followed closely by a lusty smirk from the King had the poor younger Saiyan gagging. I do not want to see the royal's foreplay.

Then the King raised his arm and gave Turles a massive slap on the… (get your mind out of the gutter)… back and congratulated him on being twins with such a powerful Saiyan.

"Thank you," Turles mumbled out. He had no idea what to expect; his sister had looked happy but forlorn after she had met with the King.

"Care for some refreshment?" the King gestured to the side bar that had popped out of the wall.

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure? You may need it in a when I tell you your future." Turles was only slightly alarmed by the smirk his sovereign was giving him. At least it's not a lusty look.

"Then by all means, sire."

"Good, good," and he poured two glasses full of a deep red liquid. Turles knew what it was by the fragrance; the red wine made from the fruit harvested on their moon. The moon fruit is the only living organism on the moon. Only during harvest were Saiyans permitted to reside on the moon's surface. The fruit was the only fermentation to get a Saiyan truly drunk. It was a rare treat to get a drink, what with the selective bottling and with the prices high as a new slave; female and a virgin no less but very pricy.

The taste was like nothing any Saiyan has ever had to drink. The wine was good for reducing the Saiyan appetite, increasing lust, and made certain Saiyans powerful enough to feel they could take on the Ice-jinn, and fail in the end. The fruit itself was poisonous. It is only during the process of becoming a wine during the next full moon after the harvest that the poison becomes the fermenting factor.

Turles had only drunk the moon wine one other time. His brother Radditz had stolen it from a local seller around Turles' 15th birthday. They had gotten so drunk, that upon waking up in a power blasted cave on the other side of the planet, with no clothes and four equally clad women, they had laughed for a good ten minutes. Of course they had no recollection of what had happened and the women filled them in on the lost memories. By the bruises and cuts on each other's body, they had started off with a friendly spar that had escalated to an all out battle. They had gained an audience, which the women were a part of, and then proceeded to have wild and crazy sex with the poor women.

Turles was smiling at the memory of each woman trying to cover themselves and failing; the sex that followed he did remember. The King must have seen the smile and asked about it. Turles blushed and stated, "Just remembering a good time with moon wine, sire."

"Ah yes, I only am allowed to have a glass a night and sometimes none at all. I also have way to much fun when I get a bottle opened and downed before my mate finds the bottle missing." He chuckled thinking how his mate was going to stop him when she was round as a pot bellied lizard (a version of our pot bellied pigs only scaly).

Turles took the glass offered to him and took a gulp. He was nervous so a little sip was not going to work; he needed the liquid courage to relax. The smooth flavorful liquid coated his throat, warmed his belly, and stirred his groin. I may need a woman after this meeting. He set the glass on the table by where he stood.

"Sit boy, you will need the chair after another swig of that." He was pointing to the chair under the table. So Turles sat.

The King looked at him and now wondered how no one could tell Turles and Kakarot were twins. They shared the same facial features, the same posture in standing and sitting, the same mannerisms, and the only difference was one is a male and the other a female. The King now wished he had had on a scoutor while Kakarot was in here and now this lad to compare power levels. I wonder if the boy's hair can go blonde as well, he thought. I wonder if he even knows how powerful his sister truly is.

Turles looks up from his glass to see the King contemplative stare and chin rubbing. The King was wondering what a child produced from his line and the Valoni would create. It wasn't a new thought but had resurfaced since seeing the girl in action. He would have to talk with Bardock about keeping the girl hidden all these years. Why would he keep her a secret when he knew I would have been thrilled to have her as a daughter and him finally as family? Oh the grandchildren we could have already.

"Sire, if I may inquire, why I am here?" the Kings thoughts of strong family alliances was broken by the question.

"Why I want to see what sort of Saiyan you are."

"Sire?"

"Now that your sister has won the tourney, the only women to ever do so, and has showed great power people will start to wonder after you. They may begin to compare you two and either find you lacking or above your sister." The King took three steps and sat in the other chair by the table. "I wish to know more about you before others do. Though I believe I can safely say you are headed for greatness."

"Thank you sire, but I am nowhere near my sister. I …"

"Pish posh, my boy. You just have not been given the chance or the pressure to achieve the power your sister has." Now to lay out my plan, then aloud, "how would you like to earn the position of Elite Royal, like your sister, and without the use of blood testing?" The look on Turles' face was enough to convince the King. Turles face was one of shock and delight at the prospect. He was also very happy about no needles.

"Me," Turles touched his hand to his chest as he asked, "as a Royal Elite? I would be honored." He quickly grabbed his glass and downed the last of it; half the glass.

As the liquid soothed his dry throat he contemplated what it would take: a quest, a purging, a marriage, an eating contest. All would be acceptable except the mating part. He considered himself way too young to even think about that yet. Plus he wanted to find that one that stirred not only his loins but his heart as well. So far he hadn't met a female that did that.

Then as if reading his mind the King said, "it would involve leaving the planet on a mission."

"What sort of mission, sire?"

The King rubbed his hands together and laid out the plan to the young Saiyan.