Ushindi: Thanks! Well, trust me, Gohan meeting Icarus earlier has a purpose, but well, I can't spoil. Concerning Raditz's fate, well... Let's say it'll be interesting.

Ambition

Trees uprooted, flickering flame dotted the landscape. Infrastructures were destroyed, vines laced around those buildings in clanged tendrils. It was a revolting sight to behold; however, one would be wrong to assume that the destruction was caused by a natural disaster or perhaps, a preposterous civil war. No, that havoc had befallen them due to something far more dangerous, more primal. The natives couldn't have seen it coming, many that shared a similar fate didn't. The threat had lived under their care, slept with them, fought with them, and yet without hesitation, destroyed them. It was revolting, but there was nothing that could be done against it. Such was the harsh reality of their world.

Cruel.

Spiky hair, heading in all directions fanned by the air as the figure, sitting by a tree ate a strange fruit. It didn't taste particularly good, but it was one of the few things that remained in this rock. He was a Saiyan warrior, a low class, perhaps, but a warrior nevertheless. Those aliens had been stupid, outright naive to trust him. Once he had found the strength to eliminate them, he hadn't hesitated. There was no place for reluctance, it had been his mission to purge them after all. He was sent there as a baby for that purpose. It was once he stumbled upon his pod that learned it. He was abandoned by his own because he was weak. Weaklings deserved no place in the Saiyan society unless they proved themselves by purging a planet on their own, only then would the babies that were sent away be allowed to return.

Despite the difficulty of the mission, he prevailed.

With all of his might, he had tried to contact his people, but to no avail. It frustrated the warrior, and he began to question whether such was on purpose or not; maybe, a weakling like him couldn't be accepted within the Saiyan society. Even if he wished to head toward his home planet, his pod wouldn't allow it, it was malfunctioning and perhaps, it could explain why they hadn't bothered with him, yet a part of him still believed that he was too weak to be worth anything for his fellow.

The thought was enough to make him bare his teeth in anger, spitting a seed toward the ground. The warrior clambered up to his feet, his black orbs staring at the purplish sky of the planet. It was under that night sky that he promised himself that he would be no weakling.

He was a Saiyan after all, and he despised weakness.

He would wield absolute strength, and his people would have no choice but to respect him; if they didn't, be it then. They would fall just like those aliens fell, and he was certain that after a few casualties, they would come to the realization that his strength was simply unmatched. Just thinking about it made him smirk slightly in excitement, what could be better than unmatched strength in this cold universe?

Such was Turles's ambition.

Cooler

Searching for a Saiyan wasn't particularly hard. No, what made it hard was his younger brother. He had to give Frieza credit, slipping under his radar was certainly complicated, but not impossible. It had been a rough draft, but his scientists were able to find a few Saiyan that he could snatch without Frieza ever noticing, all of them shared one thing in common.

They were missing in action, possibly dead due to no contact being made and their pod potentially malfunctioning. It was likely that his brother would send a recon team, to find out about what could have happened to those monkeys, the sly bastard could be quite cautious sadly; it just meant to Cooler that he would have to be faster than him. One of them had his interest. He was a low class, but his planet was close to his current station, there was a great chance that he was dead due to the native's strength unless the Saiyan was able to perform the Oozaru transformation, and even then, he could still be killed. The form wasn't invincible after all.

What truly interested Cooler was the gravity of the planet, one of twenty which was two times more than Planet Vegeta. Gravity did not fully correlate with the strength of a species, but he was certain that if that one was still alive, he could be his strongest asset. Even if he wasn't, it would be worth keeping the planet for his soldiers.

A slight smirk slid into Cooler's feature, continuing to stare at the file of the supposedly missing warrior. 'Turles, right? You could be an interesting fellow, if you are still alive that is.' But deep down, he was confident that the monkey wasn't dead.

They were quite persistent, he had to admit.

But in the end, they were nothing, mere tools for him to use and Cooler had a liking on tools, particularly Saiyan. If he could gather warriors that were stronger than Frieza's, it wouldn't matter if his brother had the advantage in numbers, his soldiers would annihilate Frieza's without any problem, that is if his younger brother was bold enough to challenge him. He was growing a little too arrogant for Cooler, perhaps, he would have to fix that one day, he could feel it in his bones. His neutral relation with Frieza wouldn't last. Ever since Cold's retirement, the universe was only preparing itself for a war like none other, and it was by taking the necessary precaution that Cooler believed he would win it. Those Saiyans were nothing but the first logical step toward victory.

'Turles, I hope that you will not disappoint.'

Salza

No one respected Cooler more than him. It was a fact, he would forever serve the emperor, he would gladly die for him and would not hesitate to do anything that he may tell him. It was how Salza was, he knew that in return, Lord Cooler trusted him too. He was the leader of the Cooler's Armored Squadron, which in return gave him prestige similar to that of the Ginyu force! Well, regardless throughout the years, he was given many orders by the Emperor and hadn't failed them, he had to admit that this one was the strangest of all. To find a Saiyan, who mind you worked under Frieza, one possibly stuck in some unknown world or worst, dead. It would be in his best interest to find the warrior alive, after all, Salza knew that it would displease the Emperor if it wasn't the case.

And he hated to displease Lord Cooler.

Of course, in theory, searching wouldn't be that hard, all he had to do was to use his scouter and recon the area in hopes of finding a lost monkey. Sadly for him, the planet was quite huge, and even with help, it'd take a few hours to fully explore it. From what he gathered, it seemed like the natives had been destroyed, possibly by civil wars or better yet, a rampaging Oozaru.

'Well, it'd be in my best interest if it was the latter. How difficult can a search for a Saiyan be? ' He almost regretted asking this, because it seemed like the world was bent on making it challenging.

Even within hours of search, none of the soldiers were able to find the Saiyan. It was honestly becoming frustrating, and Salza was hating every second of it; by this point, only one thing could explain why searching for that warrior was proving far more difficult than expected. For whatever reason, that Saiyan was capable of suppressing his ki. It was a rare skill within the universe, one that many failed or simply did not see the need to learn, and sadly the gods seemed to be playing with them, as that one monkey seemed capable of using the skill.

Either that or he was truly dead, regardless, it'd make things complicated.

Far too much for Salza's liking.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soldier, a warrior with blue skin and red hair, probably from planet Lemon. "Sir, I believe we should end the recon. The Saiyan hasn't been found anywhere, and only the ruins of civilization seem to remain in this world. It is most likely that the Saiyan is dead."

Salza gritted his teeth. Perhaps, he was stubborn, perhaps he just hated failing that much, but he refused to believe that this guy was dead. Salza clambered up to his feet, ready to say something until he was cut off by the sound of an explosion reverberating.

A small smirk grew across his lips.

'The Saiyan found us.'

Turles

Never.

Never would he have expected to see more aliens in his life, some which even looked a bit like him, although without the furry brown tail, which spoke of his heritage as a Saiyan. Still, it was without hesitation that Turles brought destruction upon their camp, perhaps with enough luck, he would stumble upon a ship and finally be able to escape this rock, free and able to do whatever he wanted in this damn universe.

Well, regardless pushing through the alien force was proving easy right now. They were not half bad, but in comparison, Turles was faster, stronger. As he destroyed their force, a smile harbored his face. The warrior could feel his Saiyan's blood boiling, seeking more. Without hesitation, he lunged toward some unlucky soldier who was readying a strange object, one that allowed them to release ki blast. Turles kicked it out of the soldier's hand before he grabbed their head and violently slammed it against the ground, fracturing their skull.

"Is that all you've got?" The warrior asked, a devilish smile present as blood trickled toward his mouth.

If it was all, then he was disappointed, but still, that wouldn't stop Turles from destroying them. In all of his thoughts, he wasn't able to see a blue blast heading in his direction. The force was such that it propelled him back until his course was halted by a tree that he smashed into.

'What was that?' Sure, he was a bit lost in his thought, but to be caught off guard like this was unbelievable. Worst, that blast hurt him a lot.

"It seems like my plea was answered. A challenge." The warrior clambered up to his feet, his eyes hardening as he looked around. He could hear footsteps, whoever this was, that person followed him.

"Show yourself!" And soon enough, before him appeared a turquoise humanoid with strange blond hair. He didn't look that impressive, but his armor sparked an interest in Turles, it was far different than the other, and based on his power, that guy seemed to be their leader.

"A power level of 4000? Not bad at all, this planet must have been quite challenging, Saiyan." Turles's brows furrowed at the mention of his race.

That alien was aware of his origin? Perhaps someone sent to retrieve him? No, unlikely. Even if it was the case, he would still fight. It had been far too long since he was last able to do this. With nothing else said, he appeared before Salza and attempted to drop his elbows right at his skull, only for the alien to move back and avoid the strike with no difficulty.

"But this is nothing to me." Sadly, Turles couldn't care less about his warning and continued his assault. Punches after punches were sent but Salza easily sailed past each of them, as if it was nothing!

The Saiyan gritted his teeth in frustration, flipping backward, hands pointing toward Salza."Let's see how you'll handle this." Purple blasts flared to life, yet even then, the alien did not seem impressed by the energy that he was gathering.

Turles would make him regret that.

"Sudden Storm!" The projectiles were released before being followed by many other. It wasn't long after that it resulted in a flurry of explosions which in turn caused enormous damage around the area. It was a devastating attack that saved him many times, to escape when necessary, but also to kill those that proved challenging. Without a doubt, it was likely that the alien was dead for Turles; he had put nearly everything into those blasts, it seemed impossible for anyone to survive this, and yet without scratches stood Salza, he hadn't even moved, in order to show Turles how outmatched he was. It certainly worked because he almost cracked at the sight.

"W-Who are you?" He still had some energy left, but Turles knew that he was outmatched, and running would likely be impossible with that guy. He was too fast. Would that be his end? At the hand of some unknown alien in that damn rock? If so be it, he at least fought.

"I am Salza of the Armored Squadron and a proud member of the Cooler Force. Turles, today is not your day to die, I have come to retrieve you so that you can join us." Salza moved dangerously closer to him, smirking."Of course, my mission is to bring you back alive, nothing was said about breaking every bone in your body. If you wish for that to not happen, do not fight back."

"You want me to work for whatever that Cooler Force is?" He knew that he had no choice. He would be forced to work under that Salza, simply because he was stronger, and judging from his words, it was likely that he had a leader. Someone stronger...

'But I won't let that be my destiny. I will not work under anyone.' But until then, he would have to accept that if he wished to survive, following this Salza and whoever his leader was would be a wise choice.

"Sure, I have been waiting to leave this rock anyway."

Raditz

He genuinely wondered why he hadn't refused his mother's plea. To bring back his weak brother, who by anything he wished to never meet if possible or so he thought. Still, he hadn't refused and now here he was, aboard his ship and gaze set on the night sky. It wouldn't be long until he would depart from Planet Vegeta. Hopefully, the destination wouldn't take too long to reach, and above all of this, hopefully, Kakarot wouldn't be so pathetic.

For a moment, Raditz closed his eyes, a gas released out of the pod, its purpose being to put him in a suspended state. He could already feel himself falling asleep.

"Kakarot, you better not disappoint. It'd be a shame if I have no choice but to kill you" A part of him certainly did not want to go that far, perhaps because despite what he believed, he did somewhat care about his family, but never in his life would Raditz admit that he shared something with his mother. He was a warrior, not some emotional weakling like her.

Eventually, after more seconds, the pod finally departed out of the planet's atmosphere, heading toward Earth.

End of chapter.