Turles Saga- Part 5: Monster of the Night

"Haaah…haaah…haaaaaahh…"

Vegeta's body began to tremble violently as he threw his head back with a wicked laughter. "You will see… why nobody messes with the Prince of All Saiyans!"

The rogue Saiyan—having fled the Planet Vegeta at such a young age—had not even the slightest idea why Vegeta was acting oddly. Of course, what he didn't know… would hurt him.

His chest muscles expanded first, causing the Prince's body to feel a vibrant injection of pain ring through his ribcage. Suddenly, his legs and arms expanded to the same mass to fill out his now bulky composure.

"W-What's going…" Turles gaped. Since when had Vegeta possessed the ability to bulk up in such a manner? From the look of it, Turles could assume that the flame-haired Saiyan had become stronger—perhaps even more so than him. The gruff and mighty laugh pounding through the pirate's eardrums was not helping him to think he stood any better of a chance.

Vegeta's eyelids soon dilated; they now looked like ferocious red pools of death as they stared into Turles—the latter of the two shaking in fear.

"Do you see now, low-class?! This is our people's true power! Consider it an honour you shall be slain by the mighty Oozaru!"

Fangs began to elongate out of the armoured Prince's mouth as his height grew; his ligaments and aforementioned armour growing with him. Throughout it all, Turles' look of horror and despair never faltered.

Throwing his head back, Vegeta let out a mighty roar as he completed his transformation to a Great Ape; the sound waves that shot forth from the Ape's maw forcing Turles to cross his arms as a gust of howling wind rushed past him.

Vegeta then dashed forward, intent on putting an end to his pathetic opponent once and for all.


As the smoke cleared from Raditz's devastating Double Sunday attack, Goku had vanished without a tangible trace. It was like his body had been seamlessly vaporized by the magenta-colored blast.

"Ka…Kakarot.." Raditz mumbled. He couldn't have; it wasn't possible. Had he slain his own brother? The thought of doing so spread fear throughout his being. The remote thought of his brother being lost forever frightened him beyond anything Frieza could conjure up as a beating. While he would never admit it, Raditz had grown tolerant of his brother over the past three months; perhaps he even… cared for him.

Throughout Raditz's utter shock and disbelief, Soba's stoic expression never faltered; if anything, his gaze looked as if he was wistful. "Perhaps now you know how my people felt when you slaughtered them mercilessly. It would be a gift to let you and your brother reunite; would it not? Perhaps I should allow you to live as your flesh slowly rots here with the dried blood of my brethren."

Suddenly… something inside Raditz… snapped.

A luminous aura flickered to life around the low-class Saiyan as he involuntarily powered up, a mighty gust of howling wind soaring in all directions around the battlefield and causing Raditz's hair to blow violently in the extreme current.

"I will kill you… I will exterminate you if it's the last thing I do!"

With a ferocious battle cry, Raditz dashed forward, encased in a magnificent purple aura. However, Soba was ready for the lanky Saiyan's approach; he lifted his left arm to block Raditz's incoming roundhouse kick—when suddenly, the Yardratian was slammed in the back by an axe handle, causing Raditz's kick to connect perfectly with Soba's foramen magnum; the bulky figure was sent to the left and into a fallen building.

Zarbon's golden eyes met Raditz's in a fierce glaring match; the latter's body trembling as he shook with rage. Silently, the two nodded to each other as monster and Saiyan turned to fire a combined ki blast of a deadly red hue at their foe.


Vegeta's massive fist slammed through the weak, unfertile soil of Delos; Turles just barely evaded it by dashing away at full speed. However, the pirate was unable to avoid Vegeta's backhand, sending him straight into a mountainside.

"Hahahaha!" bellowed Vegeta's baritone voice. "You thought you stood a chance against the mighty Lord Vegeta?" Think again, low-class!"

"Gah-grrr…." Turles stood, clutching his right arm with his left as he began to pant heavily. This transformation; it was unreal! Vegeta should've never been able to surpass him in the first place!

Out of absolute desperation, Turles flared his purple aura and fired a rapid barrage of energy waves that Vegeta merely deflected with a quick bat of his hand.


How he should've payed attention to the direction the blasts were forced to traverse.


The blasts arced through the sky, tearing into the artificial moon Vegeta had created to transform.

Vegeta—while stunned at his misfortune—knew there wasn't any time to waste; he had to make each of his movements count lest he let the transformation slip. Doing so would grant Turles an easy victory.

The Prince dashed forward with his new resolve, hoping to execute a fatal blow with the remaining time he had in his Great Ape form. A primal roar sounded from the Great Ape's maw as he did so, reveling in his Saiyan heritage for the short duration he could.

Alas, Vegeta was losing power by the moment; Turles was easily able to dodge by leaping into the sky and connected with a brutal roundhouse kick to the foramen magnum of the Saiyan Prince, causing the now-shrinking Ape to perch forward and fall with a loud THUD as he regressed completely back into his base form.

However, Vegeta was not one to give in so easily. Standing up and pivoting on his heel, Vegeta raised his fists for the absolute final encounter. While he knew Turles was superior to him in his current power, the Prince still had an edge in fighting technique and stamina. One thing was for sure; this battle would be one he had to be absolutely flawless in if he wished to emerge victorious.

Turles-while not in the best condition himself-was still able to stand at full height, causing him to sneer at Vegeta's trembling form. "It appears you're finally out of tricks. Shall I put an end to this game?"

Not willing to give his opponent satisfaction by allowing the pirate's words to get to him, The Prince of all Saiyans dashed forward with a shout; he caught Turles off-guard with a quick blow across the cheek. A quick barrage of punches and kicks quickly followed, of which Turles was unable to guard the bulk of.

After one last kick to the shin, Vegeta gripped his enemy's shoulder guards and promptly hurled said enemy into the skies of Delos; Vegeta performing a back-flip from the momentum he'd created from the throw itself.

Concentrating his power, Vegeta soared into the skies in a reverse-motion, bypassing Turles in a demonstration of speed.

"Haha; is that all?" Vegeta's voice was barely audible over the extreme air mass created by his power, yet his words served their purpose of angering the low-class. This was his destiny; having complete control over everything and everyone-he wouldn't trade it for any material possession in the world.

Suddenly, Vegeta arced in the air, diving down to drive both his extended fists into Turles' solar plexus; the messy-haired Saiyan was sent flying down to the ground from the painful blow.

The Prince landed on the ground with arms crossed, looking with a smirk at the exhausted and battered Turles; the latter tried to stand, as evidenced by his right leg being outstretched and his left tucked in. The pirate knew his efforts were futile though; Vegeta would swiftly end him in a condescending manner.

However, to his surprise, Vegeta just stood there. "Well? Aren't you going to get back up?"

The messy-haired Saiyan pushed himself up with his left hand, using his right as support on the near drained soil of Planet Delos. While his movements were shaky and slow, Vegeta remained patient; the fool had another thing coming if he thought he'd be ended so easily. A Saiyan's life was to end with a bang, not with a whimper-the Prince of his fallen race intended to see the Saiyan code of honour to the end.

At long last, Turles stood; Vegeta didn't miss a beat as he charged at his foe and snap-kicked him to the side, sending Turles into the dirt yet again. The Prince would go antagonistically slow; he felt it was his duty to give Turles even a sliver of Saiyan pride-even if he didn't want to respect it.

Vegeta took a step forward. Another one. Another one. Soon, he'd begun a slow walk towards Turles, preparing to demonstrate the pride of his forgotten people. It's time he learned what a true Saiyan is.


While Vegeta took pride in his heritage and his pride, Turles did not; he fully accepted cowardice and foul play to attain victory. It was arguably the only reason a weakling like him survived in the brutal world of space.


Soba dashed upwards and backhanded both Zarbon and Raditz to either side of him, sending both monster and Saiyan into the blue grounds of Yardrat. The Yardratian targeted Raditz first; he dove down at lightning fast speeds and gripped the lanky warrior by the hair, twisting him and hurling him towards the ground; Raditz's body leapt into the air after it met with the cold grounds of Yardrat. The blue-skinned warrior dashed in for the finishing blow.

Suddenly, a figure clothed in blue and white armour materialized in front of Raditz, placing his gloved hands on Soba's abdomen and hamstrings.

"Galick Flare!"

A bright blue surge of energy shot out from Goku's palms, piercing directly through Soba's stomach and ribcage, instantly killing the Yardratian and sending him drifting to the ground.


Turles felt a grip on his hair as a knee drove into his spine, causing him to scream violently; the Prince then pressed his knee down to further break Turles' spine. While this would be relief for such a tortured soul, Turles' pride was being crushed along with his body. While he didn't hold himself to the standards of such honour and grace that Vegeta did, he shared the Prince's fighting spirit; it wouldn't allow him to submit.

Therefore, Turles felt no remorse when his right hand crossed over his left shoulder and jabbed Vegeta's left eye.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The Prince recoiled in pain, stumbling away from Turles as he tried to calm down the pain raging in his sclera; hadn't the fool any sense of pride in his own ability?

Finding the strength to stand quickly, Turles rushed forward and gave Vegeta a mighty blow to the solar plexus, sending the Prince flying backwards. However, the Prince was able to perform a one-handed backflip to land on his feet, stumbling from the sheer pain the dirty blow had caused him.

"I don't fight for pride Vegeta; I fight to win!" Turles laughed maniacally as he fired a large blast towards Vegeta to end the battle.

It seemed the roles were reversed; Vegeta was now the one at death's door. However, unlike Turles, he took such a dire situation with the determination to persevere; his pride wouldn't allow him to give in from a cheap attack.

Removing his hand from his eye, Vegeta discovered his vision was blurry and weak in his left eye; he couldn't battle with such a weakness. Therefore, while he could've easily dodged the blast Turles had fired, he chose to take the challenge head on; it was probable he'd lose the fight if he continued to engage in close combat with the pirate.

Tilting his body to the left, Vegeta quickly charged a beam of purple energy. He knew this was it; it was all or nothing.

"Galick Gun, FIRE!"

The beams clashed with an intense light; purple faced down yellow as a WHIR set the sound for the final battle between Vegeta and Turles. However Vegeta had one thing Turles didn't:

Control.

While seemingly more powerful than the Galick Gun, Turles' attack was quite unbalanced in terms of consistent energy output; Vegeta's Galick Gun provided a pure and continuous stream of energy. Due to this, Vegeta's Galick Gun devoured Turles' blast and swallowed him whole.


When the dust finally settled, Turles was gone; out of sight. Vegeta turned around, relishing in his victory while still tending to his injured eye.

"V-Vegeta..."

The Prince of All Saiyans paused, not bothering to give eye-contact to the fallen warrior. "I'm impressed; you actually survived that attack. Not many people would be able to survive such an attack."

"P-please spare me..." his voice was hoarse now; a bare whisper. Turles was on death's door; there was no doubt in either Saiyan's mind that the battle was over-Vegeta had won the battle of Delos.

"Spare you? Spare you?!" The Prince turned around to finally meet Turles face to face, laughing in his face at the humour he found in the situation before him.

Before he could respond, however, another weak voice called out to him.

"V-V-Vegeta..."

Nappa could be found on the cold ground of Delos, crawling towards Vegeta with all of his remaining strength. "Please... he-help me..." he extended his hand upwards for the flame-haired Saiyan.

For a moment, the Prince stood there, stunned at the fact his comrade dared to even speak to him after his pitiful performance. However, he soon chuckled afterwards, offering his hand. Nappa promptly took it.

The Prince of all Saiyans helped up the bulky Saiyan; the latter stumbling as he tried to regain his balance.

"Nappa?" the Prince asked.

"Y-Yes, Vegeta?" responded the brute.

"You have a bit of blood there on your forehead."

"I-"

"I'll get it."

Vegeta's fist directly connected with Nappa's face, causing a loud CRUNCH to be heard as nearly every bone in his face shattered into mere shards. As he fell backwards, Nappa's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

The Saiyan General was dead.

Turning to Turles, he grinned sadistically. "I could subject you to a fate worse than Nappa's if I wished; I don't tolerate weakness. But what I loathe is foolishness. Therefore, you will wither away into this planet's dust; your death shall be slow and painful."

Vegeta extended two fingers and fired a beam that pierced through Turles' shoulder.

"Say hello to Nappa for me when you see him in hell."

And with that, Vegeta rocketed off into the air to return to the living hell: the Planet Trade Organization. However, with the way his battle power was increasing, the Prince knew it was only a matter of time until he became Lord Vegeta.


Now, one of the big concerns with this chapter was Goku's instant killing of Soba. I'm going to ask that you politely refrain from commenting on it, because it will be elaborated upon in Chapter 13. Thanks for your readership and getting through my two most disliked chapters.