There was no use in waiting for when Turles decides to attack and just utterly slaughters Chayote. That was the only possible outcome in confronting him. There was no stalling him, no outclassing him or fighting him smart when the difference in sheer power, speed, and toughness was this massive. Chayote raised her hands up to her face, placing her hands close to the center of her face with the fists spread out toward her eyes.
"Solar Fist!" she yelled out, causing a bright flash of light to gleam and blind everyone watching her Piccolo who was by now fully aware of this technique as well as Nail, whom Piccolo directed to look away. No matter how powerful Turles was, he still cowered before the light and writhed in pain of his watering eyes which gave Chayote the precious few seconds she needed. "Piccolo!" she called out.
The Namekian nodded with a grumpy face though by now Chayote had come to learn it was his default mood. Both the Saiyan and the Namekian vanished from sight, appearing on different sides on the edge of the leafage that covered the top of the Tree of Might. Nail was the only one still stumped as to why the two were so resolved to keep on fighting instead of Piccolo fusing with him when that was the only way in Nail's eyes of protecting his planet.
Piccolo hunched over and touched his forehead with the index and middle fingers of his hand and began charging Ki, channeling it throughout his entire body to focus into a single point in the two fingers placed to his forehead. A crackling spark of light appeared coating the two fingers on Piccolo's forehead while Piccolo's battle power soared greatly though given how Piccolo was in no rush to fire his attack, Chayote took it that he was still not done charging it.
"Damn you… Stupid bitch… You'll suffer for this!" Turles kept bellowing as his scouter activated by itself without warning, alerting Turles to an alarming power level in his vicinity. With blurry vision, Turles tried penetrating the watery surface of his eyes and try and make out the power level he was being warned of. "44 023? You intend on challenging me with a power level that measly?"
Just as Turles dismissed the threat of Piccolo and the full might of his channeling Ki only barely bringing him closer to the power level he had before he started this fight with, his full power, the Saiyan space pirate noticed a shine of bright, pink light father away. Chayote stood with her legs spread out wide and index and middle fingers of each hand placed to her forehead, still channeling her own attack.
"Huh? Your power level is still 52 140. What a pathetic technique…" Turles muttered to himself, raising his hand up to blast Chayote into oblivion and end the preparation of her Devil Mite Beam.
"Devil Mite Beam!" Chayote yelled out, thrusting her fingers out and unleashing a spiral of pink energy hurling in toward Turles. The sheer presence of the negative energy within the beam appeared to stun the space pirate in place as the spiraling beam collided with him with a violent smash and enveloped him with the sparkling, pink energy.
"This technique, the Devil Mite Beam, it transforms your own wickedness and evil thoughts into a destructive attack that annihilates anything that's evil. Only my master, the Devil Man can draw out so much evil that it outright explodes surely killing the enemy, however, while my Devil Mite Beam is far weaker, a piece of shit like you is still gonna be obliterated!" Chayote declared while clenching her fists and forcing a spherical swelling within Turles' chest which continued expanding, again and again, to burst in a bloody shower that blew straight out of Turles' chest and blasted half of his armor off from the sheer pressure and might of the exploding evil within the Saiyan.
"You possess such a powerful technique?" Nail's eyes shook with surprise as he approached the reeling Chayote. The Saiyan stood back up with a straightened back and cracked her knuckles and her neck. The menacing and absolutely ridiculous Ki of Turles was still out there somewhere, greatly reduced from the bursting injury that he suffered but he hadn't even lost half of his full power from that hit.
"I should have channeled that technique longer, focused some more…" Chayote muttered, looking at her shaking hands.
"If you had, he'd have sent you to Kingdom Come," Piccolo growled, still charging up his Special Beam Cannon as he was aware that Turles was still alive.
"Still, his battle power has dropped significantly. You have blown out quite a large chunk of his darkness right out of him and darkness is all that gives him might! Do not worry, if we attack all at once, we now might just win!" Nail tried inspiring courage within Chayote but she was less than enthusiastic about their odds still. So, Lord Frieza would be even more frightening than this? Not even her best Devil Mite Beam would put him down or scare him away from threatening her own Paradise…
"We've got no choice, we will fight," Chayote nodded her head even though she didn't display any hope or enthusiasm about the idea, despite being a Saiyan warrior in her physical prime. "Piccolo, keep on working on that technique. It's our best shot at putting him down for good. We'll stall for time."
"Didn't need your permission…" Piccolo smirked with a defiant but sassy smile.
"Yeah, yeah…" Chayote sighed as she turned her head toward Turles, emerging from the leafage and levitating his body to meet the bane of his existence again. Blood poured from a wound that exploded to the right side of his chest where he lacked any of his armor as well as from his mouth as he had suffered a grisly internal injury when evil burst forth from his own heart and blasted out from his chest but he was still more than capable of blinking them out if they weren't careful.
"You…" he muttered with a bitter tone. "I've eaten the Fruit from the Divinity Tree, do you think you stand a chance in defeating me?"
Turles lifted his finger up, it barely even twitched before firing a beam of energy at Chayote, hitting her straight in the knee. Another gleam on his finger, pressure built up in Chayote's chest, and all of it shot out through her mouth and from her chest as the Saiyan staggered back, all sense of balance was gone, it was like she was floating though Chayote was sure that she wasn't flying just now. No. Turles couldn't let her fall, he wouldn't. A barrage bright blue beams continued to bash and pummel at Chayote again and again before she was allowed the luxury of collapsing in a puddle of her own accumulating blood that stained the thick leaves of the Divinity Tree and dripped down below.
"Stop this!" Nail roared out, powering up to his very limits in an instant and charging at Turles to confront him head-on. His fists seemed to bounce off of Turles' face though when Nail began to shoot with stiff kicks aimed at the injury on Turles' chest, the Saiyan finally winced in pain. Finding his opening, Nail drove his palm in a knife-edge chop aimed at the side of Turles' neck. A universal vital point that should have done his opponent in.
"You fight so fiercely to protect this planet, I'll enjoy turning it all to a dirty wasteland and burying your body in it," Turles spat blood into Nail's eyes, blinding him in one eye and making himself an opening. Just as Turles was about to deliver a powerful blow to sock the Namekian's head off, his scouter activated again, prompting the space pirate to turn his head toward Piccolo.
"Power level of 61 179? B-But… Your power level was barely over 44 000 just a few seconds before…" Turles muttered observing the intense, booming energy emanating from Piccolo as he prepared his deadly triumph card further away.
"Your opponent is me!" Nail valiantly declared as he executed a barrage of Ki blasts right in front of Turles' face, sinking the entire area around them in smoke and flashing lights. The bodyguard of the Oldest Elder was not about to allow his enemy a swift recovery so that he could use that tremendous power of his again, Nail chopped through the smoke, hitting Turles right into his gaping wound and shocking the space pirate in agony before unleashing a vicious beatdown on him that, unless he targeted the open wound specifically seemed far less effective.
An adamantine grip locked around Nail's hands as he intended to drive them right into Turles' open chest and squeeze his beating heart until it burst. Nail couldn't help but howl out in torment as purple blood sprayed from his pressurized wrists. The mighty protector of Planet Namek collapsed into a beaten mess before the mighty space pirate who turned his attention to Piccolo again as his scouter began warning him again of surging power right on his nose.
"Power level of 85 154? This is going to get dangerous soon…" Turles cursed. "Better deal with this insect quick and finish the other Namekian off quick, I'm not done with that bloody wench yet so I'll save her for last."
Red light sparkled in Nail's eyes as beams of energy lit up emanating in the shapes of eye beams that sliced right through his crushed arms and removed them promptly, allowing Nail some freedom and to back up from the frightening space pirate. With a single, valiant shout and a surge of Ki meant to enhance and drive his regenerative abilities onward, two more arms burst forth from the ones that Nail parted with as he turned toward Turles again and extended his hand.
"Even an insect can surprise you in a battle of life and death! Mystic Flasher!" he growled as an overwhelming eruption of Ki burst forth from Nail's hand, drowning Turles out in sheer energy that took him over like a crashing wave.
Nail took this chance of shaking ground and smoking surface of the tree to flee back to the collapsed Saiyan. He couldn't afford to get caught this way again. Turles wouldn't give him any more chances like this. The more he keeps on fighting, the more used he will get fighting with an injury like that. His moves were sluggish up until now and Nail could only hope that it would be a trend that would continue until Piccolo finally prepared his technique to a level where it could threaten Turles' life.
Lightning crackled from above as skies turned black and gloomy. This was something that Nail had never seen before on his planet, in respectful and fearful shock the Namekian looked up and around as at the elevation where their cataclysmic battle was taking place he was the closest to the dark skies as he'd ever get. Nail flew up to gander up in the horizon and his jaw dropped as sweat ran down his petrified face. The entirety of Namek's rivers were dried out, its land turned to husky wastelands of mere dirt that were collapsing inward into the darkness of the dying planet. Namek's splendor was no more, all that remained now was dirt and rot and Turles was the one to blame. Him and this cursed tree…
Chayote felt more pressure up in her chest, she rolled onto her side to cough the blood out. Now that she did that much, she may as well have rolled up on her belly and find a solid branch to push her body back up. She took some mean hits but despite the resonating pain all over her body, she had to push herself to keep going or else Turles would obliterate Piccolo, and then there'd be no more hope for Planet Namek, who knows where he'd go next, one day he'd stumble onto Earth too, by then, he'd be invincible after having eaten so many fruits.
"That technique of yours is a pain, it won't let me take my time killing all of you as slowly as you filth deserve." Turles emerged from the smoke mostly unharmed. The top of his armor had been completely obliterated after the Devil Mite Beam had damaged it already from inside. Without his scouter, Turles had no more way of measuring Piccolo's soaring power with the Special Beam Cannon being channeled so he placed his palms by his chest.
A ring of electricity beamed into being, made out of raw energy and sparkling with vigor, Turles extended his hands out, making his Ki erupt in a blazing aura around him as he unleashed the might of his ace technique right at Piccolo who was forced to stay in place and channel his technique. If Piccolo moved, he'd lose most of the Ki he had channeled, if he fired it now, he'd waste all that energy before it was strong enough to kill Turles leaving them at his mercy. If he took that attack, he'd still lose all of that energy and thus Piccolo just scowled at his impending doom as Turles' ring moved in for his end.
"Kill Driver!" Turles spelled out the name of Piccolo's doom as overwhelming light from the attack blinded Piccolo in the inevitability of his painful death and the futility of his struggle. Piccolo's eyes remained defiant until the end though when he began feeling the heat of the attack penetrating the pores of his green skin, his eyes whited out from the radiance and potency of Turles' ace attack.
Then, a shadow returned vision back to Piccolo's eyes as it stood before the bright light and him. A muscular figure in a body-shielding position, standing in the way of Turles' attack and Piccolo and roaring out in agony as the attack did its worst on his wide-open body and left him just a ravaged, barely breathing husk of his former self, bleeding out on the ground beside Piccolo.
"You… Why?" Piccolo hissed at Nail as his smoldering and broken body sprawled out beside him. "Why did you sacrifice your life like that?"
"I… I already told you… You fool… My purpose… Is already done with… The Oldest Elder… Passed away… I'm… Just a failure… Please… Don't let… My life be defined by my failure alone. Let's… Become one… Become… A Super Namekian…" Nail begged Piccolo with watering eyes as the dying warrior comprehended all that his life amounted to and his unfulfilled goal. Tears began forming in Piccolo's own eyes as he closed them in order to avoid having to face his own emotions and reveal them to those around him.
"Special Beam Cannon!" he roared out, his voice piercing through the gloomy skies and erupting in outwards-shooting lightning bolts that tore through the rampant chaos of the dying Planet Namek. The penetrating light ray careened toward the very confused Turles.
"No! It's not ready yet, you fool!" Chayote scolded Piccolo but it was of no use as all the work that they've fought so hard to accomplish all went out in one foolish moment of demonic emotion.
"What the…!?" Turles leaned back in terror as the penetrating coil with a spiraling beam of energy around him hit him straight in the face, cocking him back at incalculable speeds and throwing him off the Divinity Tree entirely. Spinning wildly, Turles plummeted below and into the abyss of the Divinity Tree's own making, allowing it to consume him whole though being able to sense Ki, neither Chayote nor Piccolo fostered too many hopes in this defeating their enemy.
"He would have just blasted me again, then you'd have had to sacrifice your life for me. The whole of our universe would have been in peril that way. Plus, I'm done being weak, cowering, and covering up for my failure!" Piccolo clenched his fists as he approached Nail's dying body and reached out with his hand toward the Namekian warrior suffering his final, agonizing moments. "Let's do it. Before you kick the bucket! How do we do it?"
"Your arm… To mine…" Nail muttered in a weak voice. Piccolo did as he was told and did not hesitate. Outplaying his death by mere milliseconds, Nail became a beaming pillar of crystal-clear Ki that erupted upward and beamed through the dark clouds, enveloping both Piccolo and himself as, little by little, Nail became one with the energy that he irradiated, and it all transferred into Piccolo.
Piccolo stood alone once the pillar of clear Ki ceased to be, examining his fully powered body and feeling his newfound power as he marveled at the totality of something greater, something else that he now embodied. Piccolo turned around to face the direction where Turles had plummeted to. In a single leap, he dashed in an arc downward, shooting toward the abyss where the space pirate was, eager to finish him off once and for all.
Clutching her pain-ridden bones and struggling to walk right, Chayote took off after Piccolo, she struggled to keep up with the Namekian at first but once she pressed on a bit, she somehow managed to even out with him as Piccolo slowed down to allow Chayote to catch up to him as well.
"Your power. It's almost as big now as Turles' was after eating the fruit." Chayote stated what she felt.
"I've not yet finished exploring what I am capable of yet. I can go much further than this," the Super Namekian stated without much care or feeling to his words.
"So… What are you now? Piccolo? Nail? Something in between?" Chayote wondered in respectful awe of Piccolo's new power. He might just have been capable of challenging Frieza himself if he powered up to his very limit, with training – he might not even need to do that to accomplish it.
"Neither. That is why Piccolo did what he did. Nail saw himself as a failure for failing to live up to his life's purpose – to protect the Oldest Elder. Piccolo must have felt the same way as well. He also failed to live up to the purpose he was reincarnated into as well. He knew already that he wouldn't be able nor would he want to take over the Earth anymore so he felt like he was a failure too," the Super Namekian replied. For all intents and purposes, despite claiming otherwise, he still looked exactly like Piccolo despite feeling vastly different – significantly more powerful and… Calm, somehow.
"So that's why you… Piccolo asked me to bring him here," Chayote muttered.
"That's right, he wanted to see if maybe he could himself a new purpose here, on Planet Namek, the birthplace of the Nameless Namekian who defined both his predecessors," the Super Namekian said. "I guess he never was able to see himself as anything more but a failure to live up to the purpose of his birth. He was neither Kami nor the Demon King, even more, he was already born to be a failure at both as, because of his upbringing, he was unable to become either. His was a tragic existence, doomed to fail at his goal from the very start."
"And what's your purpose?" Chayote wondered.
"Right now – to kill Turles and destroy his damned tree." The Super Namekian made a furious grimace, it was the first sign of the Super Namekian being capable of emotion that Chayote had seen. "Since I will fulfill that goal, I will then be free to live the rest of my life however I see fit, giving both Piccolo and Nail the freedom from their upbringing they wanted so much."
"Can I still call you Piccolo though?" Chayote asked. "I mean… Calling you the Super Namekian every time, it somehow feels demeaning. You've got to have an actual name, right?"
"Hmph…" the Super Namekian smirked, reminding Chayote a bit of Piccolo's own malicious grins in that flash of a moment. "Fine, I suppose it was Piccolo who assimilated Nail's dying body in the end. It's as suitable of a name as any, even though it is still incorrect."
Piccolo stopped all of a sudden. Chayote couldn't stop as fast as her Namekian ally could though she did her best to do so despite the limitations of her battered and injured body. Piccolo looked at Chayote with his beady eyes, as fear-inducing as ever. For a moment there Chayote thought that Piccolo would be killing her on the spot but his expression lightened up in a flick.
"I'll have to ask you to stay back. If you can, go find Dende, explain things to him, and get him to heal your wounds. I can handle Turles myself now and I don't want you to get hurt. If you end up dying – the whole of our universe will cease to be and… I guess you're the first real friend that Piccolo ever made," Super Piccolo explained his chilling look.
"Fine…" Chayote looked away in embarrassment. "I guess I'll just be holding you back anyway."
Piccolo raised up his hand as if he was about to make a friendly gesture but he then reconsidered and just flew off down to chase after Turles. Chayote sighed and began her tormenting ascension and floating up to where they left Dende. Luckily for her, she could sense the little delinquent approaching the battlefield as if looking to affirm that the bad feeling he had in his gut of Nail being gone was correct.
As much as it hurt Chayote to admit it – Super Piccolo had it all by himself. She would have just been an easy target and a burden to him.