Chayote flexed her neck and attacked without warning. She moved in close despite her opponent having a size advantage on her. Despite this elementary drawback, the Saiyan felt confident about the fact that she held a strength advantage therefore she preferred to move in close. Clobbering Cacao with her forearms, Chayote cemented that plan into stone, making it difficult for the cyborg to utilize his superior reach and size when his opponent was all up in his face.
Cacao stumbled back in mid-air, rattled and shaken. A lemon-colored, shiny slime poured from his wounds but despite the visible cracks in his tough-guy bounty hunter façade, Turles' goon kept at it mentally. He clenched his arms by his sides and red aura, as bright as a star burst from his body in a sharp, angular gleam. Jets of hot air erupted from Cacao's silver-colored, shiny boots as he thrust his entire body in a headstrong tackle dive toward Chayote.
The Saiyan threw her right leg up and threw Cacao's Cosmic Attack into disarray by sending the disoriented cyborg spinning upward. In a round dash, Chayote threw her own body into Cacao's spine, bending the cybernetic bounty hunter backward in a gruesome angle before catching his by his heel and smacking him a few times with an open palm and flinging him into a small patch of land below that devastated the small island and sunk it into the unnaturally colored waters covering Planet Namek.
It wasn't smart using her full power for a bunch of tin can trash like Cacao. Fighting at full power tended to wear the martial artist out whereas if one used merely a half of one's full strength in a fight, they reserved a great deal of stamina and energy and could've gone into it for the long run. Still, if Chayote finished this brawl quick, she had a decent chance at only losing inconsequential fractions of her total battle power.
Right behind her, Piccolo dashed in, throwing a forearm bash and disrupting Nail's own attack. Utilizing his momentum, the Earth-born Namekian skid across the air, throwing his flinched opponent off balance and forcing him to spin vertically in mid-air before Piccolo could continue his rabid onslaught. Piccolo's hands slashed and swiped, thrust, and bashed wherever he could find an opening. Before long, just using his arms was no longer enough as his opponent was in sufficient beatdown stupor for Piccolo to employ his entire body into the fight.
In a snap, Piccolo appeared above his opponent and threw a stomping barrage of kicks in rapid succession, targeting Nail's entire body and, as a result, being more difficult to read. Nail was in for a ride as his opponent dashed and drove his crossed forearms into his throat, performing a sharp arc before kicking Nail up high into the air and dashing after him in a pursuit where Piccolo once more slashed, thrust his palms, kicked, and stomped, vanishing around his opponent, utilizing afterimages to make Nail's recovery as unlikely as possible before emitting a battle cry as he realized that he was merely throwing his punches and kicks without much forethought and just following his instincts as a martial artist and kicking his opponent aside.
"Glad to see you back in the fight, don't get too excited and lose your breath," Chayote spoke to her acquaintance from Earth as the two ended up back-to-back to one another.
"Haven't killed your opponent yet? Lost your senses already?" Piccolo fired right back at her.
Cacao and Nail emerged from underwater, throwing fists at each other. This stumped both Chayote and Piccolo as they repositioned side by side to one another in observation over the erupting brawl. Nail was quick to gain the advantage over his barely breathing opponent, throwing a couple of devastating chops to disable his opponent's joints and leave Cacao floating in mid-air with his neck bobbed in an awkward position, just waiting to be finished off.
"Mystic Flasher!" Nail roared out, turning his body around and blasting Cacao with a massive, yellow energy wave that reduced him to ashes before the energy wave could even settle. With Turles' minion raining from the sky in the form of handfuls shapeless, black powder, Nail rose up to face Chayote and Piccolo.
"Let us continue now that the distraction is over with," he declared after taking a fighting pose and giving Piccolo a stern glare.
"Are you making fun of me!?" Piccolo hissed, throwing his fist out. "This fight's all done and ruined now. You should have let Chayote take care of that joker, now that you've spent your energy fighting him, me winning this fight won't matter anymore."
"He attacked me. He never intended to fight your friend, that is why he engaged her despite a great difference in power. That man was just looking for an excuse to attack me when all of your guards were down. He found that opening once both of us were temporarily taken away from the battlefield and your attention," Nail replied, breaking his stance and straightening his body out. "Is this truly such a big deal? Why is this pride of yours so important and why must you win this fight fairly?"
"Because!" Piccolo hissed, bursting into a fit. "When you're created to be a martial artist as a mockery to those that bested your predecessor, Kami and the Demon King alike, making you neither one nor the other, your pride as a martial artist is all that you've got left!"
"I see…" Nail looked away. He was one of the few beings on this planet and perhaps the entire universe who could understand Piccolo's gripe at that moment. "Then perhaps we should decimate the aliens invading Namek and recover before settling our matter?"
"I could heal you!" Dende shrieked out, elevating himself closer to the battlefield now that the clashing and blasting had concluded.
"Please do," Nail nodded his head.
"Wait, this little shrimp can heal? Then why even bother blowing up Turles and his operation? You guys can just recover and beat each other up again…" Chayote crossed her arms.
"We'd just get interrupted again. Don't you remember what Cacao said, Turles told that goon of his to kill Nail. That means that once they register in those scouters of theirs that Cacao is gone, they'll just send another one of his goons after Nail," Piccolo explained.
"Yes, it would also be for the best to defeat the aliens that are threatening the planet as well before they do too much damage," Nail admitted.
"Alright!" Chayote punched her own open palm. "Let's go knock on some heads then!"
Piccolo's beady eyes turned toward a point far off in the distance. Once Chayote focused her Ki perception, she could pick up what Piccolo was sensing too. A great number of weaker Namekian Ki signatures had been fading out like candles during a windstorm. Turles' crew was on the move again.
"You can heal us later, now we have to hurry, catch up to us at your own pace," Piccolo stated after turning to Dende and taking off toward the source of the disappearing Ki.
"Heh! Die like the bugs that you are!" Amond's face twisted in a smile as he aimed his extended palm down below. All around him, Namekians bellowed as it seemed as if their planet had lost all track over its gravitational fields and all of the poor villagers and warriors doing their best to protect them floated off into the air as there was nothing holding them stuck to the ground anymore.
"Planet Bomb!" Amond roared out with a maniacal cackle as a strong yet invisible pulse emanated from his hand and hit the surface of the planet beneath his feet, intensifying its gravity hundreds of times and driving the floating villagers and warriors into the ground. Whereas the Dragon Clan Namekians died on the spot, the warriors survived the initial impact though utterly broken and on the verge of dying. In their battered states, it wasn't wrong to assume that they might not have felt that lucky to have survived.
"W-Why are you doing this?" the elder of the village quivered in his boots, realizing that the frightening brute of the alien invaders' ranks didn't target him with his geomagnetic field manipulating technique. "To use our planet for your abominable tree is one thing but this wanton slaughter is just…"
"I know, right…" Amond smirked. "I'm really taking one for the team, demeaning myself to only limiting my rampage to not only one planet but one village like this… But it can't be helped, those are captain's orders. Don't you worry though, once we eat the Fruit of the Divinity Tree, our power will become sufficient to destroy Frieza himself, and then the entire universe will feel that same dread you feel right now. That I can promise you."
The atrocious criminal Amond spun his body around like a human-shuriken and blitzed himself in the form of a blazing Ki disc, slashing the village elder into two diagonally. The poor deceased elder collapsed onto the ground, still gasping for air and gurgling in pain until a handful of moments after his collapse as Amond corrected his trajectory and regained his upright stance in the air, turning his fearsome face back at the petrified survivors of his rampage.
"Normally I would ask you to leave but I cannot allow one such as yourself to walk away unpunished!" an infuriated scolding made Amond turn his attention to right behind him as Nail scowled at him with veins pulsing on his forehead and his erupting muscles.
"Huh? Who the heck are you? Those two…" Amond noticed Piccolo and Chayote hanging back behind Nail, allowing the native guardian of the planet to handle his business. Piccolo just looked glad that once he saw the destruction that Turles' crew were causing head-on Nail became reinvigorated to fight on as the protector of Planet Namek instead of being so excited to throw his life and essence away for fusion.
"Nail!" one of the crippled warriors yelled out, pointing at the sky. "The Earthlings have done it! They've found Nail!"
"Eh? You're Nail? Hmph… I've got to wonder, what is all that boloney about… Every village we've wrecked so far cried out for you, let's see if you're even all that." Amond wondered as he turned on his scouter. "Oh! The power level of 29 954? That might be a bit too much for me to handle right now."
After stating this much, the rampaging alien criminal turned to take off. Chayote turned her look to Piccolo and Nail, wondering if either of the two were willing to just let the Zarbon-lookalike take off like that. Amond grunted in discomfort once he realized that he couldn't budge and that the pressure he was feeling came from his heel. Once the notorious mass murderer turned around, he saw Nail's extended limb holding him tightly by his heel.
"I told you already, scum, I won't let you just leave like that." Nail declared, making the broken and previously hopeless Namekian warriors cheer on him from down below. Chayote sighed looking down at them, they didn't exhibit anything of the sort when it was her and Piccolo spoiling Turles' plans. All they were met with was distrust and horror as if they were just a different invader fighting off Turles because this was their turf to occupy.
These Namekians truly looked up to Nail as their hero, not at all unlike Dende did. Nail's arm pulled Amond in, the valiant Namekian soul thrust his elbow into Amond's gut, smashing all of his air out of the shameless criminal and reducing him to a crumbling mess of muscle that couldn't produce anywhere near the power necessary to save him from punishment.
"Consider this the will of every Namekian you've sent to their early grave returning to punish you!" Nail declared as he extended his hand out, aiming to Amond's face, ready to finish the reeling criminal off.
"Planet Bomb!" Amond croaked out, sending a resonance down to Namek's very core. A tight and unrelenting pressure took hold of Chayote, crushing her in place and forcing her to struggle for every nick of breath that she drew into her lungs. Amond used the distraction that his gravity-manipulating technique won him to recover and take off.
"You rancid heroic fools! Going on and on about your rotten sense of justice, just like those Galactic Patrol dorks. Just wait 'till the Divinity Tree blooms and we taste its fruit. Then you'll get what's coming to you, consider that our own brand of justice. One that we'll be meting out to you!" Amond laughed out before disappearing into the distance until he was but a mere bling of the Namekian sunlight gleaming off of his pristine battle armor.
"What a rotten bastard, he got away again!" Piccolo yelled out in frustration once Amond had fled far enough for his Planet Bomb gravity manipulation to revert back to normal. Nail looked down at the ravaged ground beneath his feet, at the crumbled and decimated buildings and the murdered villagers that were being swallowed up by the ravaging fissures opened by reckless toying with Namek's gravity.
"He won't catch us unaware again, his gravity trick gets stale when you learn to deal with increased gravity…" Chayote replied, feeling tingling sensations returning to her body once gravity returned to normal. The trio landed by the deceased warriors that couldn't handle the second burst of gravity and had all passed away as Dende finally caught up to them and landed by their side with sheer panic frozen in his expression.
"We can sense where they are and we sure as hell know where their Divinity Tree is. They think that they can run away forever but not if we pull their blasted tree out with its roots and fling it off to rot in cold and open space!" Piccolo clenched his fists, staring off into the distance where Amond had fled to.
"Not so fast. We must first tend to the dead," Nail declared.
"You sure about that? All of their souls are already in the Otherworld. That's hardly the most pressing thing right now." Chayote looked back at the great Namekian warrior who seemed to frighten the notorious galactic criminal Amond himself so much that he was willing to run with his tail between his legs after taking in just a fraction of Nail's true power after he was already worn out some by his previous tango with Piccolo.
"I can take care of that!" Dende declared, raising his hands up in front of Nail and letting bright, emerald light to gleam out of them as Nail's bruises and burns began to fade away and close up bit by bit. Chayote wondered for how long the little brat could maintain such a technique given his pathetic battle power but it seemed like this technique barely bothered him, if at all.
"Thank you, Dende…" Nail observed his recovered body after all traces of previous battles had disappeared from his body. "Please take care of the deceased Namekians while I use my recovered full strength to banish these aliens away from our planet."
Dende nodded, brimming with excitement as he hurried on to also heal Piccolo and Chayote too. He barely spent five seconds healing Chayote as the Saiyan hadn't taken much damage at all though she had some of her full potential missing due to having used her full power to engage enemies far below her paygrade and Dende made sure that Chayote was back at her fullest again before moving on to take care of the bodies.
"Are you sure that we're leaving this brat behind? His healing ability could come in handy if Turles pulls some rotten trick on us or his stupid tree finally makes some fruit," Chayote pondered as she scratched her head, looking at the little workhorse rushing from one body to another, blasting the ground beneath his feet with elementary Ki blasts to create small holes to bury them in before lugging bodies several times his size inside them and burying them up with his own two hands.
"No. Dende will be just an easy target for the enemy. It's best we hit them fast and hard and don't give them any chance to take hostages or trick us again," Piccolo stretched his recovered body out, feeling his full power surging through it again before turning his full attention toward the rotting skies far off in the horizon where the Divinity Tree had set its roots.
The three warriors took off at once, spearheading their assault on the Crusher Turles Army Corps side by side. It didn't feel like there were any traps that were being set or any other factors in play. All that Chayote could sense up ahead was Turles and a few of his surviving minions preparing to take a stand and protect their tree until it gives the fruit. That was all that it was good for them. They'd likely abandon their tree once it gives them what they want even though they could just as easily just pick the seeds off of the fruit and go to another planet to plant it on. If the power of the tree's fruit truly was all that, there was nothing stopping Turles and his crew from infinitely abusing its power and overthrowing Frieza himself before long.
"Oh, you've found us…" Turles' wretched, serpentine voice that sounded eerily similar to Kakarot's yet, at the same time, twisted and deceitful, like that of a pit viper, resonated through the corrupted Namekian wasteland and seeped to Chayote's heart through the pores of her skin. It made the Saiyan feel uneasy.
"There's nowhere you can run away from us to. We can sense your battle powers without a scouter!" Chayote reminded Turles what she told Cacao. "Not to mention the fact that the stupid tree of yours is also a dead giveaway of your location."
"Heh, you've got us. I guess there's no way for us to hide with our precious treasure sticking out all the way on the outer atmosphere of the planet, huh?" Turles chuckled to himself, floating in mid-air in between his tree and the three warriors that were seeking to decimate it before it bore fruit. As the captain of his crew, Turles' power was easily the highest amongst his underlings, enough to cause trouble to any one of them individually though lesser than either one of them still. Once his goons were dispatched, they'd have to hurry, any tipping point towards Turles' own side of the scales could have spelled out doom to Namek and its surviving inhabitants.
"A Saiyan broad and a pair of Namekians? Is that what it takes to scare away the big and mean Amond these days?" Daiz, one of Turles' minions who hadn't shown his abilities as of yet cackled in mockery of his own comrade who appeared to be stretching out in preparation for the tough brawl to come.
"This Saiyan broad and these Namekians killed off Cacao. Don't forget that the two of you were equals in strength, Daiz," Amond found a way to bite back at his superior in strength without offending him enough to warrant a violent response.
"I'm sure they just used their bigger numbers, that's all. Now that our numbers are more even, there's no way they'd catch us off-guard…" Daiz replied with a greater sense of courage than his gapping jaw back during the first meeting with Piccolo and Chayote when they first set sights on their unnaturally high battle powers.
"You two, enough bickering," Turles scolded his crewmen. "Protect the Divinity Tree at all costs. Not even my own life is more important than the fruit it bears!"
The final clash for the fate of Planet Namek was about to begin at last. There would be no more running for Turles' crew had nowhere to run off to though, given how adamant they were to protect it, it gave Chayote a rotten feeling that this wretched natural structure would show its divine fruit sooner rather than later.