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Written by: SparkerLightning.
Edited by: StevenBodner
Chapter 59
A few years prior – leaving Earth
Turles, Nappa, and Raditz filled nearly half the chairs at one of the tables inside a single room on the edge of their ship. They had spent the last portion of an hour familiarizing themselves with the holy unique craft. While the primary corridor on the was a single curved hallway that went through almost all the sections, that is where its similarities to Frieza's flagship ended.
The Saiyans were currently in one of six large oblate spheroid pods, bulging from a large central chamber. Each side chamber had a radius of just over twenty feet. On one side of the hallway intersecting the canteen were five tables with eight chairs each, on the other was an industrial kitchen, shelves packed full of capsules.
The next pod was the sleeping quarters. Both sides of the chamber were full of bunks. Seven beds were low to the floor on both the inner and outer walls, the first three of which in either direction, from either side, had two additional beds above them. The center beds, furthest from the doors, were raised slightly, and only had one bunk above them. Forty lockers lined the outside of an inner room, stacked two tall. That inner room contained the sleeping quarters bathroom facilities.
The next chamber was far more open. Consoles lined the walls, each complete with a monitor, chair, and control interface. The outward facing wall was almost entirely replaced by a window, that thanks to a recessed floor plan, meant the ship's crew could not only see in front of them, but above and below as well. Towards the center of the room was a single raised chair, offering the ship's captain a commanding view of their surroundings.
The next two rooms were nearly identical. Large, comfortable, couches lined the walls, as well as shelves. The shelves were once more stocked only by capsules, but with only a little experimentation the Saiyans discovered they were almost entirely full of games and other entertainment equipment. The center of the room had several small round tables, as well as a few game tables that they would need to learn the rules for.
The last chamber, opposite of the helm, was the least exciting. Well labeled boxes crowded overly tight shelves. Turles could barely move around in the room, and Nappa didn't think he'd be able to at all. The most unique aspect of this room though, was the lack of a floor. In order to maximize storage, and knowing a majority of the crew could fly, Shenron left almost every hollow place, every place larger than a shoe-box, full of supplies, including this entire chamber.
In the middle of the ring of pods was one larger chamber, also lacking a floor. Six doors lead to six short hallways, all of which met the main corridor between external chambers. On the wall which butted up against the helm station was the only permanent fixture in the chamber, a dial, a screen, and a button. Turles tested the capabilities of the massive gravity chamber already, and he gave in well before the machine did. Seeing Turles struggle to maintain flight, Nappa entered the room to get an idea of the difference in their power, and was immediately flattened against the curved floor at the bottom of the sphere.
Just a few minutes later, the Saiyans sat together. Raditz had hastily prepared their meal for the evening, and Turles ensured that each Saiyan was given an equal portion. Nappa did not demand more, as he would have in a previous life, however Raditz instinctively made sure to take the smallest portion, before Turles evened everything out.
Nappa swallowed a chunk of meat, or meat-like substance, before addressing Turles. "So, just how powerful are you?"
"Not a clue." Turles answered as he chewed his share. "Haven't seen a scouter in years."
Finishing another bite while Turles spoke, Nappa swallowed again. "And, how sure are you that we can stand against the remnants of Frieza's army?"
"We? Not at all." Turles made a point to slowly chew his next tear of flesh. "Not yet anyway. I have no doubt I could stand my own against any of his men, but you two have a long way to go before you're ready for any real battling."
Raditz gulped as he nervously looked at Nappa. Insulting his power would NOT end well. Even implying it was lesser than anyone aside from the Prince's would end very badly for whoever was stupid enough to…
"You're strong. There was a reason you were the top general of King Vegeta's army, but we're on an entirely new level these days." Turles took a deep sip of his drink. "Wars are no longer won by armies. Fate is no longer decided by the masses. No, we're entering the dawn of a new era. We, a few select men, are all that stand between millions, billions, trillions? of civilians, and domination from monstrously powerful devils. This is the Era of Heroes, and we are the first of a kind, my friends."
Turles leaned back into his chair. "Nephew, your nephew became a Super Saiyan. You could send the entire Saiyan Army, at its most powerful, against him, and he'd barely have to lift a hand to win. You, Raditz, are a soldier. You are a pawn. Where you stand now, you are a soldier without an army. But we will train together, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are just as mighty as Son Gohan."
He turned to face Nappa. "You're not a pawn. You are a beast in battle. You could rip through dozens, if not hundreds, of Frieza's top soldiers before needing a break. But Zarbon, Dodoria, and anyone on the Ginyu Force, aren't pawns either. In that game, you're already not a factor. I intend to change that."
Turles stood, raising his cup. "I intend to change that, for both of you, for all of us. No longer shall one monster command the obedience of millions. No longer shall millions enslave billions. No, the time of armies, is over. The time of slavery, is over. The era of the individual is here."
He tilted his head back and chugged his drink, smashing the cup on the table. To his surprise, neither the table nor the apparently ceramic mug broke. "And, damn, that dragon really knows how to make a good ship."
Raditz and Nappa exchanged a weary glance before finishing their drinks as well.
"Drunk words are sober thoughts." Nappa grinned up at Turles. "And wow, you must think a lot when sober."
Turles smiled down at his companion before nodding. "Speaking of which, I'm off to bed. Wake me if something happens before I'm awake." He stretched his arms, stifling a yawn.
"You'd think we'd be able to put ourselves to sleep until we get to our destination." Raditz said, pouring himself another drink.
"Rest is for the dead." Turles said, entering the hallway to the sleeping quarters. "Life is for victory, and training, lots of training." He looked over his shoulder, eyes half closed. "I'd say goodnight, but who knows what time it is anyway, right?"
Days later, over Planet Ryder
The yet-to-be-named ship floated over the northern pole of the environmentally uniform planet. As far as the eye could see the sky was blue and the ground was lavender. Massive ripples ran down the planet's surface in a series of massive rings.
"What can you tell us about this planet?" Turles asked Nappa as a door slowly opened in the cockpits glass.
"It's an ancient planet." Nappa responded. "I couldn't tell you how long ago it was taken into the Empire. The species here, the Ryders, are insectoid. Before the Cold Clan ever came into the picture, they completely hollowed out their planet. Apparently there's an artificial star in the planet's core, which is where their industry is based out of. Their cities, or homes, or I'm not sure what to call them, act as gates between the surface and the inner world."
The door stopped sliding, and stale air flooded into the ship.
Turles wrinkled his nose before stepping forward, and out into the alien atmosphere. "And how many of these gates are there?"
Nappa was the first to follow Turles out. "As of recent history, two. On exact opposite sides of the planet, on the equator."
Raditz stepped out last, the door sealing behind him. "Then what are we doing up here?"
"Last I heard, there were two gates." Nappa pointed his chin down. "This one is new."
Raditz followed Nappa's gaze. The ground below them looked just as nondescript as the ground around them. Squinting his eyes, and using what little part of the technique Turles had begun to teach him, he was barely able to sense some kind of energy nearby.
"And from what I can tell." Turles adjusted himself to lay flat as he fell slowly through the air, belly down. "This is probably where our primary target is located." He rolled onto his back, facing up at the other Saiyans. "I'll take this city. Nappa, take the city to the west. Raditz, take the city to the east. If either of you get in over your heads, I want you to get the hell out of there. None of us are any good dead."
He closed his eyes for a moment, holding up a finger. "And this goes without saying, but the secondary goal here is to minimize collateral damage, not just the civilization, but the civilians too. It's not worth fighting the enemy, if we just kill the ones we're coming to help." He opened his eyes, momentarily glaring at Nappa. "Understood?"
"Yes, Uncle." Raditz answered immediately.
Nappa frowned for a moment before silently nodding.
"Perfect!" Turles clapped before rotating once again. "Then, I'll go look around down there for a short while, giving you guys a chance to get ready before I knock on their front door. Join in the party as soon as you can. Now, let's go!" He spread his arms and dropped his flight, letting himself be carried by the natural gravity of the planet. It almost reminded him of home, with how strongly it pulled him down.
As Turles dropped out of the sky, Nappa and Raditz went their own directions. Raditz flared his aura and flew as quickly as he could without exhausting himself. Nappa leisurely headed towards his target. Both moved at the same speed, and would arrive at the same time.
Far to the West
Nappa came to a stop in the center of the gate city he had been assigned to. The structure, if it could be called that, was a mile wide hole into the planet's core. Similar holes appeared all over the surface of the planet, but none so large, and none of the ones he saw had any life, let alone as much as was below him now.
A tight spiral walkway lead from the surface of the planet, down into the depths. As it sound, it tightened, so that at the bottom of the pit only a ten-foot opening would lead into the planet's inner world. Through that small opening Nappa could see just a pin prick of light.
More apparent to him were the aliens, buzzing around the area. Black and yellow insectoid, winged, locals darted in and out of small openings in the side of the spiral. Watching over them were dozens, hundreds, of armored warriors.
Realizing he hadn't been noticed yet, a smirk crossed Nappa's face. Picking two targets to start his rampage with, he closed his fists. Powering up he expected to register on their scouters, and he was not wrong. As the warriors slowly stopped what they were doing, directing their attention skyward, he continued to push his power out, into his fists.
When the first blaster shot was fired towards him, he released his built-up energy. "Bomber DX!" He shouted as he reeled back and hurled the two white ki balls forward.
The first impacted the inbound blaster shot, completely overpowering it and continuing onward to the one that fired it. Upon reaching its target, it exploded. A dozen gathered troops were destroyed, as well as many nearby captives.
His second shot hit home moments after the first. The second group of enemies went the same way as the first, as did their charges.
Nappa's heart began to race. It had been too long. This was it, combat, a battle to the death. These grunts didn't stand a chance against him in single combat, but maybe as a group, as an army, they would be able to push him.
The singular spec of light multiplied into dozens as soldiers from all around the spiraling pathway began to open fire on the Saiyan invader.
Raising his right middle and index fingers side by side, he crossed them to the left side of his body. Building up tension, winding up his internal spring, he waited for the shots to get closer. When the first was feet away, and the last from that same volley was only a few dozen behind it, he snapped his right hand back out to the side.
A massive wave of energy rushed out from him. As the barrage of energy shots impacted the rapidly expanding wall of force, smoke burst out from the barrier. When the barrage stopped, the air cleared, and Nappa was gone.
A half-moment later he appeared on a large landing part way down the walkway. Surrounded by slaves and soldiers alike, he knelt. Bringing his right index finger to his left shoulder, and his left index finger to his right soldier, he pushed energy into them. As a long-lasting Finger Beams shot from each hand, he lashed his arms out to their proper sides, bisecting the crowd around him.
As the shower of blood and viscera cleared, Nappa was gone once more. He was wrong, this wasn't a battle, this wasn't a challenge, this was a slaughter. This was almost back to the old days. As the cold blood dried on his skin, his own blood began to heat up.
Far to the East
Raditz's approach started out far more cautiously. Starting at the top of his spiral, he lowered his power as much as he was able. While in direct sight of the drone like captives, he approached their guards from behind.
Wrapping his arm around one of their necks, he gave a quick yank. The guard was jerked off his feet, before falling limp to the ground. As the other guards reacted, Raditz was already on them. With one vital strike after another, he quickly brought down the well-armed, and armored, unit.
The skittering captives exchanged glances, nervously stepping away from their rescuer, the signer of their death warrants. This wasn't the first time a guard had been killed, and it wouldn't be the last. Just like the previous times, just like the future times, anyone under their watch would be executed for being troublesome.
Raditz slowly reached down, picking up one of the many dropped weapons. Turning it sideways, he underhand threw it towards the aliens. Clattering to the ground it skidded to a rest at their feet.
"Fight." He said. "My companions and I are here to free you." He sent another weapon in their direction. "Join us. Fight for your freedom. Frieza is dead, and his empire is being dismantled."
One of the aliens slowly stepped forward, awkwardly rising to its hind most legs, lifting the weapon. He examined it before pulling the trigger, sending a blast into the adjacent wall. The alien jumped and dropped the weapon.
"That's it." Raditz growled through a grin. "Take up arms, join me, join us. Rebel. Fight. Win!" With a small blast of ki he sent the remaining weapons to the enslaved group, who continued to look at him nervously.
Minutes later, the process had repeated itself twice more. Raditz had killed a dozen guards, freed a hundred slaves, and was still undetected. Quickly doing some mental math, Raditz figured the opening was a mile wide, and the walkway was only about ten feet wide. That would mean there were about two hundred and fifty every shrinking rings. There was a room every fifty feet or so around the walkway, and the formula for the circumference of a circle was… There were a lot of rooms, a lot of people to be freed, and a lot of soldiers to be fought. Going one room at a time wasn't going to be possible, not for long.
As he entered the fourth hole, fourth of hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, something changed. The workers stopped as they had previously. The guards yelled at them as they had previously. The guards fell to the ground, dead, before Raditz got anywhere near them.
Rotating quickly, Raditz came face to face with one of the creatures. He couldn't tell them apart, not even close. But who they were didn't matter, what they were doing did.
"What do you think you are doing?" One of the Ryders inside the room asked fearfully. "You're going to get us all killed."
The alien that fired into the room now stepped into it. "We are all going to die." He kicked the downed guards weapons towards the workers. "This outsider saw to that when he killed our masters. We will be executed no matter what. And I will not allow that without resistance! Now, for the queen!"
"Yes." Raditz grinned ear to ear. "Yes, that's it!" He walked to the room's entrance, looking down at the path ahead. "We can do this. You can do this." I can do this.
Raditz felt his own power within him. "There are only so many weapons we can take off their bodies. There are only so many of them we can kill before they raise the alarm. But these rooms are excellent choke points." He stretched his arms, and could easily touch both sides of the doorway. "When the fighting starts, when they figure out what's going on, you need to shelter in place. Stay in the rooms, let them come to you, and kill anyone that tries to enter your room."
"And, what of you?" The alien asked.
"When they realize what is going on, I'm going to stand and fight." He brushed against his energy. He was never unarmed. "I'll distract them. I'll keep them off of you as long as I can. I'm not alone, this is not a solitary effort. My companions are attacking the other gates right now." He turned towards the newly freed Ryders. "This is your chance. Will you stand and fight?"
A half dozen of the numerous aliens stepped forward, picking up blasters.
Their pace began to grow exponentially. Working in teams of three and four, they cleared more rooms, gathered more troops. As the fresh recruits picked up their masters' weapons, the next rooms were already being cleared. They'd rush down the walkway, finding the chamber that had yet to be cleared, and duck in to free more Ryders. As they fought, as they spread the word, more and more teams would rush beyond them, taking the next room in sequence.
Hastily they managed to clear the first ring, the largest ring. The second ring was half-way complete when things changed yet again.
The Ryders were leaving the scouters. They wouldn't fit their fuzzy heads, or over their compound eyes. If they took them, and someone realized the odd movements, things would be bad. If they left them, and the soldiers just weren't responding, well, that could at least buy them a little time.
An alarm tone rang out. News of Nappa's attack was spread across the planet in seconds, and all the soldiers were on guard.
The freed Ryders sheltered in place as they had been instructed. The soldiers had no such instruction, and in fact did the opposite. Per their training, they went to the entrances of their chambers, blasters raised, and, and nothing looked amiss, not at first.
Raditz fired into the air. Level with the first ring, he flew into the middle of the gate. Cupping his hands to his mouth, he shouted to the waiting army.
"I AM HERE ON A MISSION!" His voice carried to the bottom of the spiral. "RAISE YOUR WEAPONS AGAINST ME, AND DIE! STAND DOWN, AND LIVE!" He ignited his aura, and the first barrage came.
With great difficulty he was able to dodge the inbound blasts, but at no point would he be able to counter. He wasn't worried though, owing to the fact that he was not battling alone. After the initial moment of battle many of the Ryders disobeyed his order. Or rather, they ignored his strategy. He wasn't a leader, he had ideas, and suggestions, but he was not their commander, he was not their master.
As the soldiers focused their attention only on the Saiyan, they left themselves open to the other willing combatants.
Several Ryders emerged from their chambers. Seeing their openings, they fired down into the lower rings. As the guards fell to yet uncontacted rooms, confusion filled the air. A majority of the Ryders retreated further into their tasks, disregarding the battle altogether. But several, enough, picked up arms and went to the entrances. They examined the gate, saw their brothers and sisters, and joined the cause.
Raditz still didn't have a chance to counter, not accurately, not within the first few minutes of battle. But he didn't need to be accurate. Holding back his energy, not wanting to kill the rebels, but wanting to make a show out of it, he began to rapidly fire into the swarm of energy blasts. Each shot was eventually destroyed by an inbound blast, and his impact on the soldiers was nonexistent, but that was fine.
After minutes under fire, the barrages began to thin out. Both because more and more enemies were dying, but also because more and more soldiers were becoming aware of their true enemy. The rings were covered in corpses, mostly soldiers, but a quickly growing number of Ryders as well…
No longer willing to just be a distraction, not while his charges were being slaughtered, Raditz pulled the rest of his energy to the surface. Charging down into the swarm of oncoming fire, he began his hand-to-hand assault on the soldiers. One blow was all it took, but with thousands of soldiers, he couldn't kill them fast enough.
But the Ryders were going to die anyway. Maybe not today, but they would die the way they were born, as slaves. If they were willing to stand up and fight, they were willing to die. He'd do what he could to stop the violence as quickly as possible, but death was unavoidable.
At the polar ring:
Turles felt Nappa's power erupt. At the same time, he felt the swarm of energies on Raditz's side of the planet begin to shrink. They had begun their attacks, which meant it was time for him to do the same. Following his ki sense, he knew where the leader would be, and it wasn't in the gate.
Getting a running start, Turles leaped over the edge of the gate. He'd been watching, he knew how this was ran. It was sloppy, and he wasn't even certain he'd be noticed. Using small bursts of ki, as minimal as possible, he controlled his fall. Holding his arms over his head, towards the planet's inner sun, he dove through the air.
As he passed through the narrow gate, completely unmolested, he entered a new world. The gravity that had been present moments ago was now nearly gone. A bright light shined in the distance, at the center of the planet, hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away.
The shell of the planet was the same color inside as it was outside. While the gates were home to millions of Ryders, and enough guards to control the population, the inside of the world made them look like a small village. Every square mile of the inner surface was covered by mechanized workers, processing the product that the Ryders produced. Once completed it appeared as if the golden liquid was then shuttled to one of a half dozen storage facilities, damn near lakes, which somehow stuck to the outer shell.
For a moment, Turles thought about how the gravity may only be present near the planet's crust, but his attention was grabbed nearly immediately. Between himself and the inner star was a single ship, with only a few occupants.
Silently approaching the craft, studied its exterior. It was a large circular platform made of many hexagonal golden tiles, with what appeared to be a palace atop it. While it appeared stationary, it was likely slowly rotating around the light.
Arriving in almost no time at all, Turles touched down in front of the palace doors. Gravity was intense where they were, greater even than the planet of his home world. Sensing his target was near, he didn't bother to actually knock.
With his aura blazing he placed the tips of his fingers between the two massive doors. With an unsatisfying amount of effort, he pulled them apart, crumbling the material. When the hole was large enough for him to enter, he did so.
The inside of the palace was completely dark, aside from the limited light that shined in behind him. The little bit of illumination was enough though, Turles had already found what he was looking for.
Sitting atop a golden-brown throne was his target. Turles continued to keep his power suppressed as he stepped further into the room.
Upon the throne sat a large alien. His skin was covered in a fine black pelt, with a white stripe starting at the top of his head and vanishing under his clothing. His nose was short, squat, and had two narrow slits for nostrils. When he opened his mouth to speak he revealed bright white teeth, in contrast to the rest of his body. Four beady black eyes were evenly distributed across the front of his head, and his arms and legs looked too small for his body.
"Who the hell are you?" He demanded.
Beside the leader was a Ryder, roughly twice the size of the rest. Her six feet were chained to the ground, and she barely moved to acknowledge Turles' presence.
"I am Turles." He unwrapped his tail from his waist and forced a fraction of his power to the surface. The light coming off of him was more than enough for him to become aware of four more individuals in the room, guards, slowly approaching. "I'll take it you're the goon that Frieza left in control of this planet, Mephitidae?"
"That is me." Mephitidae nodded as he rose to his feet, igniting his own aura as he did so. It was roughly as bright as Turles'. "What the hell are you doing in my palace?" He began to walk forward.
"I'm here to kill you." He pulled a bit more of his power forward, and the guards stopped approaching.
"Kill me?" Mephitidae grinned. "That's a joke. In Frieza's absence I have grown far more powerful than even his top attendants. Zarbon and Dodoria couldn't hope to face me now!"
"Is that so?" Turles began to walk forward as well. "Because those two grunts were nothing compared to the Ginyu Force, who would be nothing compared to me, if I hadn't already killed them." He prepared to draw even more power forward. He felt the air thickening, he knew something was coming.
Mephitidae thrust his open palm forward. A cone of sickly yellow, syrup like, liquid shot from his hand. As it traveled, it widened.
Turles quickly pushed the rest of his power to the surface. His aura blazed around him, casting the entire dark room into light. The disgusting fluid washed over him, burning up on his energy, and continued on beyond him. He was distantly aware that Mephitidae's attack was hitting, melting, the guards behind him.
With little effort Turles lunged forward. With a single chop he detached Mephitidae's arm from his body, cutting off the stream of acid. With a follow up strike, an elbow to the back of the neck, he was internally decapitated and fell limply to the floor.
With his share of the work done Turles let his aura fall, and approached the chained Ryder leader. "Would I be right in assuming you're this planet's actual leader?"
She studied him for a moment. While every cell in her body was screaming at her to flee, she knew she was unable to. Submitting, she responded. "Yes." She bowed her head. "I am Queen Apisa."
"Perfect." Turles smiled as he formed a small ball of ki at the tip of his right pointer finger.
Apisa's compound eyes showed no emotion as she accepted what was about to happen. She was only kept alive so her people could produce. If Mephitidae was correct, and Frieza had perished, then it was only a matter of time before trade routes fell, and their product was worthless. At which point, why would anyone allow them to live, allow her to live.
Turles flicked six ki balls off his finger, one after the other. While they lightly burnt the hairs on her legs, the metal shackles took a majority of the damage, shattering and falling to the ground. "Well, your highness, I'm happy to let you know that things are changing." He wrapped his tail back around his waist.
"Changing?" A Saiyan?
"Yes." He offered her a hand, which she disregarded.
Slowly she stretched each leg in series, as well as her wings. Shakily at first, she took to the air. "Saiyan, are you here to take control as Mephitidae had done previously?"
Turles took a step back, wanting to give Apisa as much room as possible. "Turles." He restated. "I am a Saiyan, but my name is Turles. And we're here to take control away from the fragmented remains of the Frieza Force, the Cold Empire. We're not here to take control for ourselves, or to tell you how to rule your people."
Queen Apisa hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I, I do not mean to question a good thing, but why? Why are you freeing us? Why is a Saiyan freeing anyone? And us in particular?"
"My nephew's son did what I never could dream of doing, past tense. He killed Frieza." He crossed his arms in pride. "He killed Frieza, and Cooler, and Cold. And that should have been it, the end of an era. That was it, the end of the Cold Empire. But countless petty warlords are sprouting from the compost heap we left their corpses in."
He fought the urge to spit on the ground. "Frieza had us in chains, although most of us didn't realize it. Why are we freeing people? Because by doing so we're both pissing on that compost heap the Cold Clan calls a grave, and we're righting the wrongs of our past. Why are we freeing you in particular? Because you were the closest civilization in distress to where we set out from."
It took a moment for Queen Apisa to process that information, but when she did so, she bowed her head yet again. Not in fear, not in submission, but in respect. "We are in your debt, Turles."
A wicked grin crossed Turles' lips. "Yes, yes you are." He flew up to be level with Apisa. "We did something for you. Now, it's time for you to do something for us."
Hours later:
After Turles and Apisa finished their, little chat, Raditz had darted away. He could sense Raditz's power lowering, and he could sense the army at that gate was beginning to take ground. Once Turles got involved though, it only took a few minutes for the tide to shift once more, and soon the Saiyans were able to leave a swelling uprising to finish their victory.
After meeting back at their ship, the three Saiyans left Planet Ryder behind, and decompressed in one of the living room pods.
"That felt good." Raditz stated plainly as he pulled his boots off, setting them beside his chair.
"Oh yeah." Nappa grunted in agreement. "I haven't fought like that in, I don't know how long. That was great.
"You know, this ship needs a name." Raditz pushed a small button on the armrest of his chair and it began to recline. "Since we Saiyans have shifted so far from what we were, and since the name Saiyan carries such a negative weight to it, and also because we're so few in numbers we can pretty much do whatever the hell we want as a race, I have two proposals."
Raditz made sure he had both Nappa's and Turles' attention before he continued to stumble through his thoughts. "Maybe, maybe we're not Saiyans anymore. Gohan is only half Saiyan, half human. I propose we rename ourselves, we're not Saiyans, blood thirsty, emotionless, killers, we're Saiyamen. As for our ship, I think Great Saiyamen."
"No." Nappa barked immediately. "We do not disown our legacy, even though we're, we're..."
"I agree." Turles interrupted. "We keep the name Saiyan, and we keep changing civilization's perceptions of us. But, I did have an idea on what to name the ship, and, as the ship's captain, I took the liberty of doing so."
Raditz nervously looked at Turles. "What, what did you name it?"
In way of answering, Turles pressed a small button on his seat. Static filled the air before a voice spoke over it.
"This is Queen Apisa, of Planet Ryder." Her voice buzzed. "Mephitidae has been killed. My people are free. You will be as well. We are under the protection of the new Saiyan Army. You will be as well. Watch your skies, as the Full Moon brings salvation for the pressed, and death for the oppressors. The devil known as the Cold Empire has had its head cut off, any that try to breathe life back into it will be destroyed."
"What do you think?" Turles pressed the button in his seat once more, silencing the repeating broadcast. "I asked Apisa to do us a favor, spread the word. Using the same broadcast system the Cold Empire used, we're announcing ourselves, the crew of the Full Moon, to the universe."
"I like it." Raditz said. "The full moon that made entire civilizations cower, will rise again."
"Good enough for me too." Nappa crossed his arms as he closed his eyes.
"Perfect." Turles grinned as he got to his feet. "Now, Nappa, please join me in the gravity chamber. You and I need to have, words, about what I felt coming from the gate you cleared."
Raditz's eyebrow raised as anger crossed Nappa's face. He was not going to get lectured for being a Saiyan, was he? So what if some bugs got squashed, plenty lived, and unlike Raditz he actually killed all the enemies in his gate. He didn't leave armed soldiers for the locals to take care of. Without saying a word he got to his feet and followed Turles out of the room.
Across the galaxy:
Sitting in one of two Attack Balls, a dark-skinned man's eyes slowly began to open. He may have dreamed it, but he thought he heard…
"...We are under the protection of the new Saiyan Army..." The message repeated. "...Saiyan Army..."
Opening a closed circuit communication channel with the other pod, he leaned forward in excitement. "Son, we have a new destination."