Turles boiled in wrath, streaks of blood ran down his cracked forehead and his hair had gone significantly messier than the usual Goku-like hairdo that he carried it around it. It didn't take a master psychologist to understand that he did not expect to be roughed up by this by weaklings dozens of times his power level. As veins continued to signify the vengeful strain of the entirety of his body muscles, the Saiyan space pirate kept on reflecting why beings as weak as that were able to give him this much trouble.
The Saiyan's glare sharpened only upon the emergence of Piccolo. The Super Namekian had a different look to him, he was calmer and more confident in his ability. Instead of the view of absolute dread and panic that he had reserved for Turles after the space pirate ate the Fruit of the Divinity Tree, now there was only a demeaning scowl as if Turles was a mere nuisance. A bug for his to squash, a formality.
"I've been wondering how come you lot managed to cause me this much trouble. It must be because of the planet you've come from, right? Once I kill you in the most dreadful way I can imagine and step over your dead bodies, the expressions of absolute horror still frozen on your cold faces, I'll see what planet of nasty tricksters you've come from and visit it with another seed of the Divinity Tree," Turles declared, still looking at Piccolo as if he was the same Namekian that he had left behind.
"Is that so?" Piccolo asked with silent rage brimming in a tone of bitterness.
"That's right, I bet you didn't know that, did you? This Divinity Tree is a gift that keeps on giving, producing a new seed with each time it blooms. Handfuls of them in every fruit it produces. And it keeps on producing. Maybe I'll eat a few more before stomping that Saiyan's head into the dirt, just to make her feel that more hopeless!" Turles looked at his bloodied hands with a crazed expression. He had been pushed farther by these mere insects than he could have ever expected to be pushed. His power level was approaching that of Frieza's himself and here there were, a bunch of unlikely visitors causing him trouble.
"That's good to know," Piccolo clenched his fist, rubbing his wrist with the other hand to ease the tension of his newfound awe-inspiring power. Without his scouter, his opponent was utterly clueless about how outmatched he was here. After becoming one with Nail, the created Super Namekian had been almost ten times stronger than either one of them. Had Demon King Piccolo fused with Kami this way, he'd have been capable of taking over the Earth without much problem. "I'll make sure to obliterate every last atom of that bothersome weed then."
A peal of laughter that drowned out the resonating thunder filled the crevasse where the two warriors met. Turles seemed to be thoroughly entertained by Piccolo's declaration, he had every reason to be with him believing Nail to be dead, Chayote having fled in fear and cowering for her own life, and Piccolo offering himself in a sacrificial last stand against an opponent he had no hopes of beating.
"You!?" Turles yelled out with a maniacal tone. "You're living a life loaned by me and it's about time that you pay that debt up tenfold!"
Turles vanished in a snap, he appeared at the same time as his right hand socked Piccolo in the jaw, throwing his head to the side though, judging from the widening of the Saiyan's eyes, he instantly realized that something was wrong. He continued with a barrage of punches and kicks, before kneeing Piccolo into the air and vanishing after him. Turles threw a wicked double ax handle slam to send Piccolo disappearing into the black void where the entirety of the dying Planet Namek was disappearing to before extending his hand out.
A rapid energy blast barrage of purple Ki blasts caused a widespread riot, lighting the area up and ravaging it further as the dried out dirt of the planet offered no resistance to any following up devastation. For all intents and purposes, Planet Namek was already just a corpse. A husk best to be left behind as all of its vitality flowed within the Divinity Tree and Turles had tasted a fruit born of that very same planetary energy. And, judging by his sadistic smirk, he was feeling the high of it.
A handful of bright spheres came howling toward Turles. The Saiyan evaded them with a vain smile on his face, he had noticed that the body of his unfortunate foe had not been breaking and caving in from his pressure as easily as he'd have liked but if this was all that he had to worry about – his worries were all for naught. He must have just gotten psyched out by all those freak successes like that Devil Mite Beam blowing a burst of blood and burst organs through the side of his chest and that Special Beam Cannon attack that accelerated the Namekian's power level like crazy over time.
The sacrificial lamb of Namek proved himself resourceful with yet another trick, his Ki blasts careened to the side and began chasing after Turles. The space pirate chuckled in excitement as something more primal than just a mere opportunist hungry for power, acknowledgment, and divine might made itself know within his bleeding chest – it was the revitalized heartbeat of a Saiyan, pounding in the heat of battle.
Turles stopped in utter shock with that cocky smirk fading away at once when Piccolo's back snapped right before him and the Namekian tossed a terrifying look his way. In his eyes, Turles saw both something divine fighting for justice and the devil himself though he would have been better off having refused to admire those flashing images as the Chasing Bullets had collided with Turles after he had stopped and Piccolo extended his arms in a rushing assault of physical punishment without waiting for his opponent to recover from taking the first attack.
Piccolo's attacks weren't mere fists and kicks, his limbs lashed and clawed and while they demonstrated unmatched flexibility in their unnatural angles and positions of attacking, they were made of sturdier stuff than Turles in his caught in a state of shock state could deal with. Despite his best attempts to cover up and conceal himself from the punishment, the dark skies of Planet Namek occasionally filled with his painful grunts.
Grabbing Turles by his hair, Piccolo pulled his own entire body toward the space pirate instead of snapping the limb back into its rightful place. Turles bleeding chest found itself spouting torrents once more with his wound promptly reopening after Piccolo's knee caught Turles wide open. The body of the Super Namekian rotated like a whirlwind, balancing itself with perfection only attainable by a lifelong martial arts devotee as he threw spinning kicks to weaken the sturdy wall of Turles' ambition that prevented him from outright caving and keeling over dead.
With a twisted expression of mad eyes and grinding teeth, Turles gazed up at Piccolo and threw his knee into the body of the Super Namekian, the two warriors clashed their knees alongside one another as Turles, having made himself an opening, evaded the procession of strikes and kicks and gained some distance to breathe a tad easier for a second.
"This power… I must have lost more energy than I thought after taking that blast… We can't possibly be equal," Turles looked at his shaking hands that were covered with blood. He never let battles get this messy, never had he wagered so much in his entire life and perhaps that was why he was paying the price of being caught unprepared like this. He needed to retreat, grab another fruit, and replenish his strength with some remains off the top that would blow all of the lids off.
"You're right, we're not even," Piccolo stretched his body out by cracking his neck sideways a few times and taking the fighting stance again with a strict expression. "I'm far stronger than you. Even now, I'm still just getting used to my current power, I could go way farther than this."
"Y-You're lying! There's no way!" Turles exclaimed with a shaken tone. "There's no possible way that a mere Namekian can match the power of a Saiyan! We are a proud warrior race and I have eaten the Fruit of the Divinity Tree on top of my natural might. You should be nothing to me! A mere insect!"
The shaken Saiyan burst with Ki, continuing to power up, pulling up stamina and energy to fight on from the deepest reaches of his collapsing body that was beginning to hit its limit. Even the godly power of the Fruit of the Divinity Tree had its limits, it seemed. Piccolo couldn't help himself but mock his opponent with a smirk as he broke his stance as an additional sign of disrespect.
"What's the matter? I thought you Saiyans liked a tough fight. You must be one of the wimpier ones, Son would shriek himself out of his voice if he had the chance to face someone as strong as me," the Super Namekian said.
Turles closed his eyes, his teeth continued to grind to the point where their integrity was at threat. Images of cruel fingers, laughter, and mockery flashed through his memory. Vague faces he could no longer recognize because of the torment that they caused him being left behind in his memory and his life haunted him again. They laughed at the weak Turles he used to be. A puny lower class warrior that chose to sabotage the equipment of his enemy and strike in the middle of the night rather than challenging them head-on. An embarrassment to the entire Saiyan race, as they've called it.
"Embarrassment… What on Earth did any of you know!? I'm on the verge of putting an end to Frieza and his rule over our proud race, I'll even put his race under my boot like he's done to us. Make them all my slaves for centuries for what he's done to us! All because I fight differently, all because I fight smart. Because I fight my own battles with my own crew and no mere Namekian warrior will stand in my way!" Turles roared out as she charged at Piccolo with all of his pent-up aggression.
The space pirate attempted to transfer all of his built-up power into a single power-strike to Piccolo's gut that should've gone right through had Piccolo not calmly swatted it aside and kneed Turles in return. Crawling back as blood trickled from his mouth over the abundance of internal bodily injuries, Turles didn't falter but continued to throw his hands and feet in an attempt to catch Piccolo off-guard.
The Saiyan extended his hand, threatening Piccolo with a Ki blast and when the Super Namekian ducked under it, Turles threw his knee up to send Piccolo up in the air though Piccolo recovered far faster than the Saiyan would have guessed. Turles coughed blood out when beams of scorching red fired out from Piccolo's beady eyes and hit him square in his exposed and battered body, sending him tumbling down in a sense of weightlessness.
"I'm no mere Namekian warrior," Piccolo exclaimed cracking his knuckles with nothing to show for the few hits he had taken from Turles but a few tears on his purple gi. "Nor am I of the Dragon Clan. What will end your menace to this planet once and for all is a Super Namekian!"
"S-Super Namekian?" Turles chuckled to himself, rising after managing to cut his fall short, clutching at his chest and his sides. His voice sounded husky from all the dried-out blood and damage that he had taken from Piccolo. "You mean like that old legend of ours? Don't tell me you bugs have a version of that of your own or something?"
"I don't know anything about Saiyan legends. But a Super Namekian is a higher stage of consciousness and being. I'll show all of a Super Namekian's power before putting an end to you!" Piccolo clenched his fists to his sides, calling out for the impending end to this clash that defined the very purpose that this Super Namekian was created for. Once the menace of Turles was over, the Super Namekian would be free to define his own fate.
Piccolo threw his arms to the side, forcing a powerful, clear aura of Ki to erupt from his body as the formation of dark clouds began to shift and lightning bolts dissolved into harmless sparks from the sheer, immense pressure in the air. Given how Turles had no ability to track Piccolo's sky-rocketing Ki, he continued to tremble in awe at the bustling nature of Planet Namek as it seemed to be expressing its rage alongside Piccolo.
"So what!? You shook the ground a little, that's nothing! That's nothing to a Saiyan warrior, I say!" Turles clenched his own fists and unleashed all of his power as well, the size of his measly aura continuously faded in comparison to the expanse that Piccolo's emerging, insurmountable power had been covering. Piccolo's body grew in bulk a great deal as the immersion of his full power at such an early stage of his familiarity to his body strained him greatly but with whited out eyes Piccolo continued to show off everything that he had to the bane of the entire planet that his predecessors hailed from.
"My fists will show you the punishment that every Namekian soul you've sent to the Otherworld wants you to suffer. You do not deserve to be buried on this planet so I'll take you out like the trash that you are!" Piccolo exclaimed before vanishing, his aura had taken a light hint toward sky-blue and stabilized in size to perfectly fit his bulky and battle-ready physique.
Piccolo snapped right up to Turles face, throwing a knife-edge chop at the temple of the shaken Saiyan menace, nearly snapping his neck with one strike. The punishing arm of the Super Namekian then thrust into Turles' eyes, blinding the Saiyan at once as a push-kick to Turles chest opened the Saiyan up for whatever punishment that he wished to inflict on him. A power-shot to the gut that seemed to very nearly go through Turles body, gruesomely bending the Saiyan at the fist's mercy and grinding his innards to mush.
A quick kick to Turles' heel disabled his retreat and chances of walking away. The last thing that Super Piccolo wanted now was to let his enemy slither away and eat another fruit. A rising back-handed lash of his elongated arm that smacked Turles away with an arm frozen in mid-motion and open for a Ki attack. A shapeless and colorless shockwave of Ki appeared to batter Turles' body in mid-air as Piccolo vanished and appeared behind the Saiyan, swiping with a cross chop at his feet, leaving Turles spinning vertically only to be stopped by a decisive strike to the gut.
The eyes of the space pirate were whited out, any semblance of bulk in his muscles had faded away with that last strike as whatever measly musters of power he could scrounge up in preparation for the punishment of the entire Planet Namek weren't even remotely enough to carry him through the first few blows. With the enemy completely at his mercy, Piccolo grabbed his head that felt wet from the blood leaking from his busted forehead and so soft from the lack of any significant Ki to prevent Piccolo from bursting it like a shell of a nut in his hand. The Super Namekian tilted the battered and broken Turles holding his enemy before him at the eye level.
"I can sense the contents of your heart. Not unlike Chayote has to in order to draw out all the evil that lurks inside and yours is a pathetic lump of pure evil. You do not deserve the punishment of this planet and your blood spilled in it would be the salt of its soil that would prevent anything hopeful from sprouting for a thousand years," Piccolo flung Turles' weightless body up into the air, oblivious on if his enemy could even hear him in his current state or not.
"Away with you, trash, get gone!" Super Piccolo roared out as he extended his hand out and fired a thick, rising pillar of the Explosive Demon Wave that utterly obliterated Turles and beamed out into the vast oblivion of space. Without a mere trace of his enemy remaining, the Super Namekian took an easier breath as he turned back and examined the remains of what should have been his home. With a grieving expression, Super Piccolo scanned the dried out, collapsing, dirty wastelands and abyssal depths that appeared to disappear right into the planet's core. The strongest warrior of Namek vanished in a blink.
"P-Piccolo!" Dende shook in terror after the Super Namekian appeared right before him and Chayote who was sitting on her butt as the little Namekian treated her injuries. "Or… Is it Nail…?" he wondered after the initial shock of the sudden appearance of the Super Namekian was over with.
"Right? Out of all the people, I thought that of all people you'd know…" Chayote sighed after Dende seemed to be as flustered at this whole assimilation situation as she was. "So, the thing's done then? You're free and all that?"
"Was there ever any doubt?" Super Piccolo closed his eyes, looking disappointed that his friend from Earth might have even been a little bit worried about him or that she might have even entertained the thought of the Saiyan wretch escaping. "This planet is hopeless though. Planet Namek is gone. We should gather the survivors by our spaceship and move them all to Earth. That is my new resolution – to protect my people and foster them after providing them with a new home."
"Wow, you're quick to give up…" Chayote stood up and cracked her knuckles as she looked around, feeling the planet and its fading spirit out. "We could still obliterate that damned tree. Maybe use the Dragon Balls on Earth to restore the planet…"
"Now you're the one who forgot – there are no more Dragon Balls! They were tied to the Piccolo that you knew and that demonic Namekian is no more!" Super Piccolo scolded Chayote about something she brought up earlier when Nail wanted to fuse with Piccolo.
"Right… Right…" the Saiyan woman muttered, scratching the back of her head. "Well, I guess that no one's gonna bat an eye about the Namekians settling down on Earth. After all, it was because of their Dragon Balls that the Earth has been saved so many times and so many people owe their lives to them…"
"I won't be exactly scraping my knees asking them," Piccolo's lips turned upside down into a strict frown. "They can either deal with it or I'll make them deal with it. The reincarnation of the Demon King Piccolo is still a part of me after all."
"Th-There will be no need for that!" Dende exclaimed, raising his hands up so that Piccolo would notice him. "We can make ourselves useful! A single skilled survivor of the Dragon Clan can reform or create a new set of Dragon Balls for Planet Earth, it's the least we can do for the inconvenience and we can use those very same Dragon Balls to restore Planet Namek too!"
"Hmph…" Piccolo grumbled while looking on at the Divinity Tree, continuing to sap the strength of Planet Namek until it saps everything there is to give and die out in the empty vastness of space. He didn't say anything at all but Chayote sensed some conflicting feelings inside the Super Namekian, just when things seemed to be crystal clear for him and when he seemed to have become truly free of any bindings that fate had on him.
"Come on, Dende, convincing the survivors to come with will be a lot easier with you there to plead our case with us," Chayote grabbed the little Namekian child by the back of his collar and lifted him off the ground, much to his horror as she took off toward the nearest cluster of simmering Ki signatures.
Evacuating Planet Namek would be a bother but at least the locals could breathe easier now that their nightmare was over. Still, one could only wonder if they could even taste the lick of sweet fortune and victory over the bitterness of the inevitable destruction of their home?