"You bastard, I'll make you pay for every misdeed you've done to the Namekian people!" Nail expressed his wrath toward Amond, claiming the once-notorious galactic criminal as his opponent.
"Heh, sure, your power level is amazing and all but we don't have to beat you guys, all we need is to make sure that the Divinity Tree has its fruit!" Amond extended his arm, targeting the ground of the planet below with two of his fingers. "Planet Bomb!" he yelled out, forcing a pulse of air pressure from his hand that tapped into the planet's geomagnetic field.
"That technique!" Piccolo hissed as he felt a surge of overwhelming gravity taking over as the ravaged wasteland remains of Planet Namek resonated with mighty blasts down below, cracking under its own pressure due to Amond's alien influence to its natural features.
"It won't work on me the second time!" Nail yelled out, taking off to rush right at Amond. It would have been reckless had it not been for his tremendous difference in power compared to Turles' crew. It would have taken all three of them fighting together to put pressure on Nail at the moment.
Nail smacked his open palm right at Amond's face, before transitioning into a handful of spinning kicks. Chayote noted how the Namekian utilized his entire body and generated momentum with his entirety to aid in his power strikes once their turn came. He didn't seem to be very polished in terms of martial arts theory but it was as if seeing a burst bag of sheer talent bleeding onto a pale canvas. A flurry of kicks, not unlike Piccolo's own utilization of sharp, wooden footwear, Nail controlled the range of his dazed opponent with his elongated limbs. Pulling Amond in or pushing him away when it suited him best before pulling him in real close for a resonating power strike to Amond's core that sent the brutish alien flying and slamming into the Divinity Tree.
"Amond's technique is useless, huh? Oh well… At least we won't need to deal with that pressure either…" Daiz noted to himself as he and Turles both took off, leaving their comrade to take the punishment intended for him instead of moving in to aid him. Their pirate-like ruthlessness was actually the smart thing to do as Chayote and Piccolo were looking for openings and they only found theirs once the pair moved away from Nail's beatdown of Amond.
"It's not just that it's useless," Piccolo's voice sent chills through Daiz' core as the frightened prince of the Pukinpa Dynasty looked around, turning full one-eighty a couple of times but he failed to catch a glimpse of his opponent every time. "It's working as it was intended to, it's just that we've learned to deal with the gravity that he imposes on us already because it's rather lukewarm, to be honest."
Daiz began scurrying away from a fusillade of Ki blasts ravaging the landscape, the frightened space pirate began hiding from Piccolo's punishment behind the branches and roots of the Divinity Tree as he turned back, again and again, to make sure that Piccolo's Ki blast barrage wasn't about to decimate him. One of these elementary visual inspections caused him to get a face full of grinning visage of Piccolo who promptly kicked Daiz away to crash into the Divinity Tree, nearly breaking the space pirate's back with one kick.
"Damn it, that tree's too tough to break like this, huh?" Piccolo cursed as he extended his arm to pull Daiz back into the heat of his punishment where he threw a stiff kick to Daiz's knees and proceeded to employ his fists to further chip away at Daiz's resolve. Once the Piccolo felt like he was beginning to run short of breath, he moved his body down while throwing an upward kick to Daiz' chin before unleashing a barrage of hellfire in the form of rapid Ki blasts at his airborne and pummeled opponent.
Chayote made sure to showcase the difference between her power and Turles' by utilizing her afterimage to make it impossible to tell which direction she'll be coming from. The numbers on Turles' scouter ran rampant as they skyrocketed up and dived right back down, unable to tell which afterimage truly reflected his opponent's battle potential and which ones were just that – afterimages. The captain of the crew of space pirates never even got to see his opponent move in for Chayote grabbed hold of his head from behind and charged toward the Divinity Tree, slamming Turles head into it and driving it across as she went up before proceeding to pound it into it again and again.
Nail and Piccolo got the right clue – let the violence of their battle take the tree down as well so that they wouldn't have to worry about that damn fruit. Turles let out a valiant battle cry as his entire body flexed in a blink, releasing a notable destructive Ki wave from his body which Chayote charged back and away from while the Saiyan shred his own white cape to nothingness and proceeded to turn toward the female Saiyan as he wiped the blood off his busted lip and forehead.
"You're strong…" he stated with a hint of enjoyment. That much didn't shake Chayote up at all – he was a Saiyan after all so it made sense that he'd be enjoying being forced to eat the tree that he planted on this poor planet one mouthful of its bark at a time. "If you weren't such a pansy, I'd be proud to call you Saiyan."
"Don't let him get you talking, Chayote!" Piccolo hissed before Daiz found his opening to headbutt the Namekian though it didn't look like he succeeded in doing much else than pissing him off, much to Daiz' own disbelief.
"Pansy?" Chayote didn't listen to an ally she once considered a demon. "How so?"
"Look at you, working alongside some Namekians. You're not even their leader even though you're stronger than them. Pathetic…" Turles spat blood aside, letting the scarlet droplet whiz down until it became no longer visible. "Power like yours, you should be causing a headache for that bastard Frieza, not chasing after one of your own kind."
"Is that what you're doing here?" Chayote wondered, trying to humor the distance needed to stretch this escapade of Turles' crew to actual inconvenience to the space tyrant. "Fighting Lord Frieza?"
"Lord…" Turles seemed spiteful of the respect that Chayote showed to the tyrant in her voice. "He'll get what's coming for him for subjugating the Saiyan race beneath his boot! The weight of the fist of a Saiyan given strength by Gods themselves!"
"Your crew's done for…" Chayote turned for the battlefields of Nail and Piccolo individually, trying to direct the attention of her opponent there as well.
"Are you telling me to tuck my tail in and run?" Turles chuckled with mockery for such a sentiment. "Bitch, I'll have you begging for mercy soon enough…"
"I was doing no such thing…" Chayote shook her head. "I've got no intention of letting you go, no matter how hard you beg. Unfortunate for you, one Saiyan dirtbag went ahead and really pissed me off by taking away the control of my body from me and now I'm itching to pound a Saiyan face in!" she punched her own open palm, signaling Turles to prepare for his punishment which would be more violent and unavoidable than he deserved.
Amond buzzed around the battlefield, spinning like a sawing disc with his entire body in an attempt to slash through his opponents. Not even the bark of the Divinity Tree itself was safe from being targeted by the rampant space pirate as he rolled over and through it as if it was a road for his sharpened wheel to drive over. With the branches and roots filling the place, Nail had trouble keeping up with his opponent's speedy and lethal blitz at first. After a gruesome, flesh-rending sound, Nail was left reeling in pain as his entire arm was severed by Amond's disc-shaped dance.
"Got ya…" Amond halted his attack and offered Nail a ferocious look but that was his mistake as a new arm popped out from Nail's bloody stump as the Namekian snapped in to exploit the opening that his opponent gave him by stopping his rotation technique to marvel at his bloody results. Nail's fists worked like a machine-gun.
The notorious space criminal staggered back in mid-air, his arms and legs hanging limply by his sides, fully lowered as his eyes were whited out and blood sprayed from his open mouth. Such were the signs of most of his bones being shattered all at once as Amond no longer had a competent ribcage or intact bones needed to sustain and control his limbs and the pain from the combined collection of fractures made the pummeled to a pulp space pirate pass out in the middle of his punishment.
As if feeling sorry for his broken opponent, Nail extended his hand and released a single, fully-powered Ki wave that decimated what was left of Amond's massive body, leaving him just a trail of falling ashes. Nail's punishment for the countless lives that Amond had taken did not falter for a second and the pure-hearted Namekian warrior turned to Turles right after reducing his crewmate to ashes.
"Do not think that this is the entirety of Planet Namek's fury, space pirate, while this dog of yours might have been the one to bite, you were the one to give out the order," Nail pointed his finger to Turles, signaling that he would be the next one to go.
"Meteor Ball!" Daiz yelled out, charging up a red Ki sphere in his right hand while holstering it upward. He then flung the sphere, hurling it toward Piccolo with the full intent of destroying the Namekian as the energy sphere howled in its homing path. The ball detonated with a blast after successfully connecting to its intended target, causing a great deal of sadistic enjoyment in Daiz.
The resonant explosion and Piccolo's fallen battle power within the blast zone distracted both Chayote and Nail, as they instinctively turned to check if their comrade needed any help after taking a surprisingly competent technique from a brutish chump like Daiz. Despite his rather lackluster power, once he channeled his technique, Daiz's power might have gone up almost twice of what it was though after executing his technique it fell even lower than the battle that was going negatively for him already dropped it to.
"N-No way, my Meteor Ball!?" Daiz seemed shaken when the smoke cleared, revealing Piccolo to be smirking within the settling dust with minor tears in his purple gi and only barely notable bruises and burns littering his body.
"It's a nice technique, actually…" Piccolo admitted, prompting Daiz to blaze up with overflowing Ki and charge at him, filled with rage.
"I won't lose, not to some Namekian, not with the fruit of the Divinity Tree being so close to blooming and the power of the Gods being close enough to taste it!" he yelled out, throwing skill-less fists and kicks at Piccolo. Chayote wondered why Piccolo was just standing there and taking it but even as he let Daiz pummel him to the best of his ability, it didn't seem like Piccolo's battle power was suffering at all – Piccolo was stonewalling his opponent's offensive.
"Your friend fights like a seasoned, pure-hearted warrior," Nail commended Piccolo while addressing Chayote, knowing full-well that Piccolo wouldn't hear it if the Oldest Elder's bodyguard addressed him directly. "He utilized the full abilities of his Namekian regenerative abilities to take the brunt of that blast, causing his opponent's strength and stamina to plummet so far down that he pretty much gave him the battle on a platter. There's no more hope for the enemy to even scratch him anymore."
"Oh yeah!?" Daiz shrieked out with madness taking him over. He clenched his hands by his side and dashed up into the sky, moving his right hand to his side again. "Meteor Ball!" he chanted out again, channeling another one of his signature techniques and preparing to lob it right at Piccolo again.
This time Piccolo was not just going to stand, he raised his own palm and channeled his own Ki blast that he unleashed right at the incoming scarlet sphere of Ki. In a shocking turn, however, Piccolo's own Chasing Bullet navigated around the Meteor Ball and careened right at Daiz after evading the technique it was meant to clash, allowing it to hit Piccolo head on again, though this time the Meteor Ball left no trace on the Namekian whereas Piccolo's attack left a jarring hole in the core of twitching Daiz who fell down below lifeless.
"Don't you dare mock me like that," Piccolo closed his eyes as he turned toward Nail. "Don't lump me in with that Saiyan woman. She just helped me get to Planet Namek, that's all…"
"Yeah, I wouldn't say we're friends, it's more like we've just recently learned how not to try and kill each other on sight," Chayote nodded. Had it not been for Piccolo saving her from Vegeta's control over her body by turning her into a Great Ape, she'd have taken every possible chance she had to end that demon's life she had.
"In any case, you fight differently from any other fighter I've met, Piccolo. It is like the wisdom of a Namekian elder flows through you, even though your body seems in the condition of a prime Namekian warrior," Nail smirked while commending his fellow Namekian.
"Don't think we've forgotten about you, trash!" Piccolo turned his beady eyes right up, to stare at the captain of the invading space pirates who had positioned himself atop of the tree and in the outer layers of the Planet Namek's raring out atmosphere that was becoming thinner every second that the Divinity Tree leeched its life energy.
"There's no use in trying to hide or escape, scum!" Nail yelled out as the two Namekians charged at Turles at once with Chayote following them not far after. She didn't much fancy the idea of letting those two take the Saiyan she wanted to crush so badly to make it up to herself for what happened with prince Vegeta but it might have been her fault for letting him get her talking.
"Excellent…" Turles chuckled with his back turned to the two Namekians. He turned with a malicious face, brimming with vanity befitting a Saiyan that lacked hubris to the extent needed to eat the fruit meant for Gods themselves. In his right hand, Turles cradled a spiky fruit of a hard, pink shell.
"That looks like Dodoria's head…" Chayote pointed at the fruit of the Divinity Tree with an unimpressed look. "Is this really what you guys have been hyping up all this time?"
"No! We can't let him…" Piccolo's glare widened. Something inside him must have let him in on exactly what it was that Turles was holding in his hand though, ironically enough, it was that very fear that paralyzed him in the most crucial moment, allowing Turles to bite into the fruit.
"You may eat whatever you want," Nail stated. "Nothing compares to the level of power that pure-hearted warriors rise to protect their home from the darkness that your kind represents!"
Piccolo observed with panic that which Nail welcomed with a sort of acceptance and Chayote seemed to be disappointed by – Turles' strength swelling up to unfathomable levels. The Saiyan space pirate twitched in place and hunched over, letting his wild Ki unfurl while his body bulk increased rapidly and the aura around him took a more malevolent turn. As if even the might of the Gods themselves rot itself to the core when entering the body of a mere ambitious mortal.
"Yes… Yes… This will do…" Turles chuckled to himself while staring at the half-bitten fruit that he then flung over his shoulder and flexed his newfound might by powering up to his limit before his overwhelmed opponents. By then all three of Namek's protectors realized the trouble they were in for all of them sensed the insurmountable wall that had erected before them. "Who even knows what my power level is right now, who even cares? This is the power of Gods themselves, a level of strength beyond mere numbers!"
"What is that crazy Ki!?" Piccolo couldn't stop himself from shaking despite his best intentions in doing so. "It's useless even if all of us attack him at once!" he hissed as if cursing fate itself for placing this challenge before them.
"Perhaps so, that is why we must fuse now!" Nail turned to Piccolo. "If we fuse together, our combined might will be far greater than if we fight him together."
"Fuse? Amusing…" Turles couldn't stop smiling as lady fortune had smiled at him. "Do whatever you want, I'll need all the challenge this lousy planet can muster to test this new power. Oh… Look at this fantastic thing, it seems to still be in a condition to produce more and more fruits. Wonderful!"
"You'll pay for underestimating us!" Nail hissed at Turles before turning back to Piccolo, "Come on, this is the only way to protect Planet Namek. If we fuse, I'm sure that we'll be able to even destroy this tree itself!"
"Don't make me laugh…" Piccolo looked down at his own shaking hand, trying to muster up the resolve to fight on. "I embody the Demon King Piccolo and Kami alike, I won't let some self-appointed exile to assimilate me, no matter the reason!"
"I have to agree, Piccolo can't do this. If you become a part of Nail – the Dragon Balls will stop working, remember?" Chayote reminded the pair before Turles' power began running rampant as the Saiyan prepared to attack.
"Now, broad, I seem to recall promising to make you beg for death, wasn't that right?" Turles showed a cruel smirk as he turned his face. "Now time is completely on my side, I can use some entertainment. I won't spare you this torment not even if you fall to your knees and beg me for a quick end!"
Chayote's foot began moving back without her ordering it to. It just couldn't have been helped – the gap between her power and Turles' was simply that great. Not since she stood before bemused Lord Frieza did she ever get this in over her head with a challenge.