Dragon Ball Governed:
Chapter 26
"Out of the Bag"
In order to make sure that the non-combatant Saiyans were given time to work diligently while on Planet Koori, everyone were given thick coats that provided the most heat possible. The air was extremely thin, so thin that a lot of people needed oxygen masks as they mined the lands of Planet Koori, which was frozen solid.
Perhaps the sun was a bit too far away from the planet. Coming in, people weren't even able to spot a sun nearby.
All of this better be worth it. Walking by igloos and tents all around the area, Prince Vegeta observed what each individual was doing. While he would much prefer to be out on some other world fighting as he's been doing for just about all his life, the result that would come from this operation was simply far too good to pass up. Unlike the others, Vegeta walked around in his normal clothing: an armored chest-plate with his battlesuit and royal cape clipped to his shoulder pads. As hard as he made himself out to look, the goosebumps all over his face was just too obvious to not notice. He had fought on many ice cold planets before, though he just about met his match here.
"Prince Vegeta!"
Vegeta could hear the stomps on the ice that were being made as a fellow Saiyan approached him from behind. Looking at this person was a mystery; every single part of her body was covered, save for her nose and eyes. Despite the heavy clothing, the woman was still shivering to the point of where getting a seizure would come as no surprise."What is it?"
"I know that what we're doing here is of great importance, but after all this work is to be done, can you at least let us know just how much money we're expected to be getting out of this? I have a right in assuming it'd be a large sum, correct?"
Vegeta scoffed. Of course, of all the questions going on through the minds of inferior workers, at the very top of the list would be their potential compensation. After crossing his arms, he responded. "What you get in return to doing your job here is much larger than currency. You don't realize it yet, but what you're doing right now is helping the Saiyan race advance to a position of power that you never deemed possible." He then turned around.
Hearing a few stutters of an incoming question caused Vegeta to stop in his tracks before he could take five steps away. "S-So...we're not getting paid?"
All the Saiyan prince did was roll his eyes before he began walking away. "Get back to work."
The woman bended to her knee briefly as she bowed her head. "Yes, my prince."
The igloos and tents made of the area were all in a single file line, spread 200 yards down. There were two different lines with a multitude of igloos and tents on each side, so the atmosphere was synonymous to that of a small village. Vegeta had his sights on something else, though.
Once he saw the very ship that he arrived in up ahead, which was about half the size of Freeza's own, the Saiyan prince hopped up and came down right in the main room where he expected to see three familiar faces: Kuni, Nion, and Spench.
The three scientists were all within close range of one another as they looked over blue prints set out on a steel table. All three of them were so focused into making this work that they didn't notice their prince listening in on their works right behind them.
"This planet has a radius of this planet at the very equator is 2,470 kilometers exactly," Spench spoke. "So it will take a while before we can set up as many nuclear microbombs that we possibly can within the planet."
"And given the sizes of the microbombs that we're supposed to be planting, we have to implement hundreds of thousands of these."
"Possibly millions," Nion added.
"If we want this done within the time frame that will please the King, then we need to put in an average 5,000 a day with this planet's orbit."
"Nice math, Spench," Kuni commented.
Spench just chuckled it off. "I do what I do best."
"My father wants this done in in six months," Vegeta spoke up. Subsequent to catching the attention of all the others, he resumed speaking. "He intends on passing down the torch at that time period, so whatever it is you must do to ensure that this operation is completed before the appropriate deadline, then so do as assiduously as possible."
"So soon?" Nion asked him. "With all respect, you do not even have any idea of what woman you wish to procreate with yet in order to have an heir, so why become king so soon?"
Vegeta's lips curled into a smirk. If only she knew the true significance behind all this. "Because my father has big plans," Vegeta answered her.
Nion then looked over to Kuni, who could feel her hard stare piercing her skin. Upon looking back, Kuni subtly nodded.
The chance is now, Kuni. The heat of the iron is reaching its peak and you must strike before it begins to cool down. Planet Koori is the perfect opportunity to plant our seed. We must not disappoint.
Yes, I know.
Spench looked at Nion and Kuni with a very odd look. They had been staring at one another for the past ten seconds as if they were stuck in some trance. "You two okay?"
Nion and Kuni looked to Spench and nodded. "We're fine," they told him simultaneously.
Vegeta, who wasn't even paying those three any mind, had his head looking up through the main entrance/exit of the ship. His eyes motioned from the clear skies of the planet and onto the walls of the ship. Nothing was physically touching the ship, but for some reason it was oddly shaking.
If he had a scouter, he'd be able to get a reading of something, but it wasn't as if he needed it to tell him something was wrong. With his suspicions growing, Vegeta's brow furrowed.
"Something's the matter…" With curious getting the best of him, the Saiyan prince began to lift himself off the floor of the ship. The very first thing he saw upon exiting was a giant frost beast with arms the size of a three story house.
Saiyans down there that had been working all banned together in an effort to contain this monster by using guns and energy attacks. Though all this did was keep the frost animal at bay.
Vegeta grinned. He had no idea just how strong this creature was, but he most definitely hoped that it would be something worth fighting. Vegeta hopped back down inside the ship to face Spench and the others. "There's some beast out there that thinks it can just trespass on lands that no longer belongs to it." He began to unclip his royal cape.
Spench grabbed the cape Vegeta handed to him and just blinked. "Is it that bad?"
"Anything bad is something I can't beat," Vegeta told the man. "And as far as I'm concerned, this is terrific."
Vegeta shot back out of the ship, hovering in the cold skies of Planet Koori. Much to his dismay, everyone that made an attempt at taking down the beast were just looking on as the frost giant was somehow taken down within the blink of an eye. It lied down on its back with its eyes rolled to the back of the head.
"What in the hell?"
Looking on, he could see someone hovering just right above the defeated giant. Though she was very far away, Vegeta could see her quite well. Just to make sure if what his eyes saw were true, Vegeta turned right back around in the ship, where he only saw two people instead of three.
"It couldn't be…"
Kuni defeated the damn beast.
With night rolling around on Planet Koori, it had gotten even colder. Luckily, those who had the bright idea to bring flammable objects did so just in case. Not only did it provide for great warmth in the area, but it helped provided dinner, too.
With the size of the frost beast that had been taken down just moments ago, it would have been more than enough to feed every single Saiyan in the area for the night, which meant that they didn't have to go out of their way to use their rations.
Pieces of the beast's body was being rolled around on different fires throughout the area. While everyone picked which body part they wanted to feast on, Vegeta just sat back, watching them all.
The typical non-fighting Saiyan possesses a power to that of around three hundred to six hundred. All of those who tried to take that thing down weren't able to do so with a combined effort, yet Kuni was able to dispatch of that eye-sore as if it was child's play. Vegeta replayed all that happened over and over again for hours after the incident had transpired.
When he headed back in to resolve the problem, he didn't even recall Kuni being there. During the time that he decided to prepare for battle, the beast was still standing high and mighty. He wasn't even down there for a total of 15 seconds before he came back up to see it was taken care of. In that amount of time that he didn't witness Kuni defeating the creature, she could have only gotten a handful of strikes in.
So she's been hiding her power this entire time.
His eyes motion off to the side, where he sees Kuni side by side with Spench.
"I strongly believe that brain doesn't make the person, neither does brawn by itself, but both." Kuni then raised her finger. "However, the brain has no true limits if you push it hard enough. Compared to the body, the brain is virtually limitless, which is why I choose to excel in science rather than combat."
Spench was amazed to hear all of this. He didn't even think that any of Kuni's kind could be warriors like a Saiyan, much less stronger than a common warrior. "By the way you took down that thing, your combat power must be off the charts. How come it's been gone unnoticed like this?"
"She has the ability to conceal her power," Vegeta answered Spench from behind. Once he got the attention of the two, Vegeta cocked his head to the left, non-verbally telling the young woman that he wanted to converse in private.
Kuni understood what he meant and got from her seat. "Excuse me, Spench."
"Yes, of course."
Right across the little work area, her eyes made contact with Nion's. The female clone slowly closed her eyes with a subtle nod of the head before turning back around to entertain those that she was surrounded by.
After getting a good distance to where none of the others would be able to hear them, Vegeta began to speak. "I'm no fool. To be able to pull off what you did earlier in that amount of time tells me that you're no amateur. And to be able to conceal your power as well is an indication that you have experience in the battle-field, though all this time you've been masking yourself as some little clone who knows nothing but colored marbles and blood genotypes." His hardened stare grew narrower. "Just where did you get all this power?"
The look that Vegeta gave her would intimidate others, but it didn't intimidate Kuni. Instead, she just cleared her throat prior to responding. "I was never supposed to blow my cover off like this, but I feared that the monster would have killed someone if something wasn't done soon enough. You were taking your sweet time and well...I took action."
"That still doesn't answer my question."
Kuni paused for a brief moment. So here's the moment of truth. She wondered just how Vegeta would react once she told him but the time spent thinking about that now would only contribute to Vegeta's growing impatience. "Very well. I'll tell you, though only if you can keep this confidential."
"While I'm particularly not one for secrecy, I can make an exception with you - now spit it out."
"The truth of the matter is that I'm really not a clone, at least not like the others are. While my mother is a clone, the man who participated in my conception was a long, forgotten Saiyan who I don't even know. He got into great trouble for copulating with someone other than his kind and my mother lied by saying that the man forced himself onto her. She hid the fact very well that she carried. Once she birthed me, she passed me off as another clone, despite the fact that my color hair is different than all the others. She had to pull a lot of strings, but I'm not surprised; my mother is one of the smartest people I know."
Vegeta didn't know if to remain silent or bust out laughing. "So you're telling me that you carry Saiyan blood in your veins?"
"Yes."
"Well, that would explain a lot: such as why you act different and why you're abnormally strong."
"Yes."
"And it's also ironic because you told me when we were children that we Saiyans are nothing more than brainless brutes! Yet you supposedly are one of us?"
Kuni just grinned. "I had to sell it, didn't I? Seeing that you find it hard to believe, I have to commend myself for doing pretty well."
"Heh. And I still don't believe you. In order to truly convince me, I am going to have to fact check you. Have anybody who can attest to your story?"
I knew he was going to ask that. Kuni raised her arm and pointed her finger directly across the area. Vegeta turned to where she directed her finger. Before he could set his eyes on the person, all he needed to catch a glimpse of was the blue hair.
So it all just made sense; why they worked together, why they got along more than other clones usually would. It all just came together.
"Nion."
The sounds of typing and a few coughs here and there from a tired man echoed in the room. As he went over the reports of what he's accomplished thus far in the past few months, he's managed to tune out the bubbling and few beeps that emanated from the rejuvenation tank in which a healing soldier remained.
After filing in another report, the bird-looking doctor turned his head to see the man sound asleep. "Still about half an hour until he heals."
Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what kind of battles some people went through to where they would need to spent countless hours healing. Not a day in his life had the man ever set foot on the frontlines of battle, so he left it to his imagination to simulate what's happened and even the worse of thoughts couldn't amount to events that's truly transpired.
"All I have to do is wait thirty minutes, check him out, and I can get some sleep." His mouth opened wide and he stretched his hands out as he let out a big yawn. As tedious as this job was, he sure was thankful to not have to be in life of death situations every other week. "Guess I can head out for a coffee in the meantime."
Walking down the bland corridors of Planet Freeza 79 was just as sleep inducing as work was. Looking at the doors reminded the doctor of his very own quarters in which he would just about kill to sleep in right now. All he had to do was hold out just under a half-hour so a coffee beak would kill a great amount of that time. Before he knew it, he'd be safe and sound sleep.
As he walked through the corridors, he spotted a soldier walking on down toward him. The doctor simply thought he was just another fellow patrolling the area as some guard soldiers did but once he stopped while ten yards in front of him, he began to think differently.
Besides, he never saw someone that looked much like him before: a tall, lanky, grey skinned bald male. It took a while but once he got closer, he immediately figured it out. "Tagoma?"
Tagoma nodded his head and extended his hand to greet the doctor. "Malaka, good to see you're all well."
"Here for the annual check-up, I assume, eh?"
"Yes," Tagoma answered. "You don't have a problem with me doing my job do you?"
"Oh, of course not!" Malaka shifted to the side and turned around so that he and Tagoma could walk side by side. "Everything will look just the same as it did last year when you came on by."
"That's what I hope."
"You've nothing to worry about," Malaka assured him. "So, how's the wound healing?"
As soon as he was asked about the wound, Tagoma got hot in the face. He stopped walking for a brief second and turned back to make sure nobody was nearby behind them before leaning in to Malaka's ear. "We don't need to comment about what happened…!" Malaka covers his mouth to try and stifle his stubborn laughter. Tagoma removed himself from the man's face and cleared his throat as he stood erect. "But to let you know, I don't think I'll be having kids...ever."
"No surprise there."
Seeing that they passed up his work of space, Malaka only grew curious as to where Tagoma was headed to. "Where might we be going?"
"Surveillance room," Tagoma answered. "From my experience, that room is where the most incompetent and treacherous actions can be taken without anyone come to immediately notice. Scheming, plotting, conspiracy, the entire lot of it."
"Truly?"
"Yes," Tagoma confirmed.
The bright white lights that everyone on the outpost of Planet Freeza 79 had been used to suddenly vanished as it got black. Immediately after the lights went out, a dark red color illuminated the corridors. A ringing alarm came right after.
"This doesn't seem like good news…" Malaka muttered.
The doctor went falling over on his back due to an unexpected shake in the building from outside. Tagoma applied abnormal pressure to his feet so that he could withstand his ground as the area rocked around. "We're being attacked." Seeing that Malaka suffered a big blow to the head after he fell, Tagoma extended his hand in an effort to lift the man back up on his feet. "You need to find a place where you can safely hide."
With the attack on the outpost of Planet Freeza 79, there was virtually no escaping safely. The entire construction of the base was built on a mountain surrounded by nothing but trees, which made it extremely hard to traverse on by foot. One wrong move and you'd be falling right down half a thousand feet of seeming nothingness.
Turles knew this all too well and he used this to his advantage. By blowing up a building on the very edge of the mountain, it'd no doubt bring some people falling down to their deaths.
Still, that didn't prevent the defense forces from attacking.
Kakarot, while flying upward, punched a man square in the jaw prior to blasting him down to the depths of the planet at point blank range. Though like weeds, once one was dealt with, two more would sprout.
Seeing two orange skinned men charging at him as if he could be taken down by a certain amount of people put a smile on the Saiyan's face. Kakarot ducked under a punch, grabbed the man by his wrist, then proceeded to elbow the other soldier dead center in the gut with more than enough force to take him down. Kakarot rose himself up and drove the tip of his elbow against the other man's arm as he held his wrist, which resulted in a snap that echoed through the heavens of the dark planet.
As he cried, holding his arm, Kakarot stared at the pained soldier with a gracious smile. In middle-air, the soldier turned around. "P-Please...do-!"
With a blast through the heart, Kakarot shut the man up. "Closed mouths don't tend to get fed but mouths that are about to be closed for eternity don't have a place in begging." He proceeded to spit at the falling soldier before getting distracted by his comrade.
Hearing Turles' roaring laughter from afar as he fought more than five people at once, Kakarot frowned.
"You think you can just take all the fun!?" Kakarot zoomed in on one of the men behind Turles and broke his jaw with a fist to the face. The pop that came after the strike was an indication that his neck broke, so Kakarot turned to grab a soldier by his long-hair and chucked him away prior to reducing him to ashes with a wave of energy.
Turles motioned his head to the side and swatted all three punches coming his way with one arm. He punched the soldier in the middle in the nose, drawing a great amount of blood. The man on the far right was elbowed in the ear so hard that his ear-drum busted. And as for the man on the left, he grew wide-eyed and tried to flee.
Before he could get three yards away, Kakarot grabbed him by the ankle, chuckling menacingly. The young man's laughter was a never ending record in the man's head during the very last moments of his life.
Turles grabbed the faces of the two men remaining and rammed them together with so much force that blood came oozing out their mouths, eyes, ears, and nose. Once their eyes rolled to the back of their head, he just let them both fall down below.
Kakarot looked around the vicinity and frowned. It appeared that there were a lack of reinforcements on the way. "That can't be it," Kakarot grumbled.
Turles pointed down below while shaking his head. "Of course it isn't."
A purple-skinned soldier with an abnormal sized head approached both Saiyans with his fist cocked back. "In the name of Lord Freeza, you won't live to see the day that you leave this world!"
Turles just tapped Kakarot on the shoulder and motioned his head over to the warrior who approached them both.
"Will you do the honors?"
Kakarot faced Turles, not even bother to look behind him as Appule got closer. Even though Kakarot knew just how far away this man was by sensing his ki, he decided to go ahead and ask anyway. "How close is he?"
Turles crossed his arms and began the countdown. "Three...two…"
"One," Kakarot finished.
Had Appule foreseen the punishment one single punch would bring, he wouldn't have decided to be brave on this unfortunate day. The impact Kakarot's fist made with his face was more than enough to send him flying for thousands of yards away involuntarily. Luckily for Appule, his brain shut down before he felt the full extent of the pain Kakarot bestowed upon him.
"That seems to be about all of them," Turles said.
Kakarot shook his head. "Not quite."
"Hm?"
Had Turles decided to keep using his scouters, he would have been able to pick up the person that was closing in on them, but he'd be stupid to still be using those by now. Each and every single scouter belonged to Freeza and he had the power to listen in on all of them. They were running a huge enough risk as it was just by coming here.
"Watch out!" Kakarot pushed Turles out of the way just in time to keep him from getting attacked. The young Saiyan barely had enough time of his own to be able to dodge the incoming blast, but he did so just in the nick of time. One centimeter closer and the beam of energy would have grazed his face.
From down below, Tagoma could be seen with his hand stretched out. "Nice reflexes. Too bad that won't save the either of you for long."
"Of course the strongest is the last to join the battle," Turles joked. "It all ends the same, so no matter."
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you." Tagoma ascended higher until he was on even altitude with the two Saiyans. "Every soldier you just fought had a battle power of three thousand or lower. I'm more than three times stronger than all those weaklings."
Turles grinned. "Humor me."
"Gladly."
The dark-skinned warrior jumped off for Tagoma, who got out of the way just in time to counter by ramming his two fists in his back. Turles was in disbelief at the insane speed that he had just showcased but he was glad to finally be able to face someone stronger than himself. It's been a while since he has.
As he was in the midst of falling, Turles turned around and fired a myriad of attacks. Tagoma blitzed Turles, bypassing each and every single chi attack prior to kneeing him right in the face.
Kakarot knew this guy was out of their league from the moment he sensed him. To allow Turles to fight him on his own would be basically signing his death warrant, especially if he wouldn't be allowed to rejuvenate himself with a senzu.
With the scouter alerting him that a target was coming toward him from the side, Tagoma stuck his hand out and blasted Kakarot head on before he could do as much as lay a finger on him. Kakarot was sent away but he regained control by flipping over and cupping his hands together to blast Tagoma.
The grey-skinned soldier rushed in for Turles yet again to have his punch blocked. Said Saiyan grunted in pain as the impact of the strike sent shocking sensations down his arm. He tried to dodge another hit but was grazed in the face and blasted at point-blank range.
This sent him spiraling down into the trees below.
Seeing Turles falling down as he did, Kakarot could only grind his teeth. He knew Tagoma was to be taken seriously, though it wasn't until now that he realized that he wasn't some joke of a footsoldier. Looking dead at his eyes, Tagoma responded with a wink before making an attempt to blitz him once more.
Kakarot got ready for it and blocked the man with his forearm. Tagoma was rather impressed with the fact that he reacted so quickly. "Not bad for a Saiyan."
As they were in the struggle, Kakarot tensed his body, grit his teeth, and continued to push back. This caught Tagoma by surprise as he read the increasing numbers on his scouter.
"5,000...6,000…7,000...8,000...nine tho-"
BAM!
For the first time since he decided to jump in, Tagoma got a taste of his own medicine. The hit he received from Kakarot sent him soaring, though only temporarily. By the time he flipped around, the Saiyan was already behind him.
Tagoma shifted and spotted the Saiyan performing an upside down kick aimed for the face. While he did block it, he paid for it as Kakarot blasted him in the center of the stomach. With smoke deriving from his stricken body, Tagoma growled.
"Not once has anybody touched me like this in battle for years!"
He rushed back for the Saiyan.
He and Kakarot both started going back and forth, block for block, blow for blow. There was no telling who shed more blood because of the fact that each hit both of them gave another drew red.
Kakarot used his shoulder to get a shot at the chin. Tagoma shook his head quickly before getting two quick jabs to the face and an upper-cut. As ferocious as these punches were, he endured them and counter-attacked by headbutting Kakarot three times in a row and kneeing him in the gut prior to ramming the palms of his hands on each of Kakarot's ears.
With his vision blurry and head ringing, this left an opening for Tagoma, who initiated a relentless series of combos. Subsequent to rendering the warrior an uppercut elbow strike, he immediately followed with a bolo punch to the kidney.
Kakarot tried to hold it in, but another fist to the kidney forced him to spit up blood. If he was going to do it, he made sure to do it where it counted.
By spitting a rather scary amount in the face of Tagoma, it messed with his sight. As he was focused on trying to get blood out of his face, Kakarot grabbed him by the arm, turned around and kneed Tagoma in the back before forcing his opponent to face him so that he could ram his forehead into his face. After his hand was let go, Tagoma was given no room to breathe thanks to Kakarot's gruesome karate chop to the throat.
He backed away as he cupped his hands and started to charge another attack. With his eyes closed, Kakarot recalled how the Earthlings were capable of channeling their power to a single focal point and drawing extra energy to increase the amount of power that went into their attack.
It wasn't easy to do as it took more out of him than a simple energy attack, but the time called for it.
This technique was the exact one he saw the Earthlings use and he figured it was the one he should also use to end this fight. He forgot the chant but he knew how to generate the power.
With more and more power flowing out into the palm of his hands, the more that said palms separated due to the blue ball of light that formed. Once Tagoma was done gasping for air, he got laser focus onto the Saiyan.
Had his scouter not fallen off during the middle of battle, he would have realized just how much trouble he was in. The moment he lunged in for him, Kakarot let the attack go at point-blank range.
Tagoma's yells were so loud that it had woken up Turles down below, who had been knocked unconscious. The feeling of his armor growing hot with his skin beginning to burn was nothing comfortable to deal with.
Tagoma had been pushed far back with no control over his flight. There was no way that a Saiyan could be this strong, could there? From what he heard of, King Vegeta was just about strong as he.
Right from the corner of his eye, Tagoma spotted a man zooming in from afar: Turles.
Having healed himself by taking a senzu, Turles never felt this good. Once he got close as Tagoma kept on soaring, Turles placed his hands up above and behind his head. "My subordinate did a good job on holding off against you. Now it's time I finish the job."
Tagoma could only stare at the purple ball of light; his maker.
A single blast from Turles was all it took to end the man's life.
Meanwhile, Kakarot was hunched over while in the sky. This was the very first time he poured in a great bit of energy from using a charged attack. If the Earthlings were more than used to utilizing their attacks like this, then he had a lot to learn.
"Job well done," Turles shouted from far below.
The sound of a flick coming from Turles was an all too familiar one for the younger Saiyan. Kakarot caught the senzu coming his way without bothering to look. In just the matter of seconds after eating, he was not only back to normal, but even stronger.
Kakarot clenched his fists, flexed his muscles and ignited his aura for a brief moment with a wide smile. "Ah….that feeling never gets old."
"Indeed it doesn't." Turles looked over to the base of operations. "Now let's finish the job, shall we?"
Minutes had passed since he heard any destruction or screams. Thinking himself to be in the clear, Malaka got himself from under the table and slowly walked over to the door.
"Maybe they don't have any scouters...I should be in the clear."
As soon as he opened the door and exited, all he could see was blood splattered on the walls and corpses piled up. It would seem that the people who even tried to flee didn't even manage to make it. Many times had Malaka seen a warrior all bloodied and beaten, but he had never seen the immediate aftermath of death.
It left him still with his mouth agape.
"You seem to always lead me to another survivor. Just when I'm thinking that we've killed everyone, there's always one more."
Kakarot grinned. "What can I say? I'm good at sniffing people out."
Hearing the voices of these two behind him made Malaka's heart skip three beats. His sweat became cold but more started to protrude all over. Slowly, he turned around. Seeing two Saiyans that looked just alike one another was utterly terrifying - so much that he could pass out right then and there.
"W-W-W…"
"Save your breath," Kakarot cut him off. "We're here to kill you, simple as that."
"Any last words?" Turles questioned.
"Why are you doing this!?" Malaka fell to his knees. "Lord Freeza will have your heads once he finds out the Saiyans are behind this."
"Two Saiyans doesn't equate to the entire race doing this," Turles told him. "What we are doing is taking back the Universe. Our people on Planet Vegeta are far too docile and timorous to even think about planning on Freeza's downfall."
"B-But…I'm a scientist! I-I can even help you in your endeavors."
Turles and Kakarot looked at one another before laughing. If they really didn't have anyone on the outside to help them out, then they would have taken Malaka in without a doubt, but unfortunately for the doctor, such wasn't the case.
"What a waste of last words."
The two Saiyans stood side by side with their hands aimed right for him. All Malaka could do was close his eyes and accept his fate.
With one of Freeza's bases attacked, many more would be on alert, meaning more enemies to overcome. This would only aid in the both of them becoming stronger before they could truly face Freeza.
At least that's what Turles had in mind.