A/N: Here are the power levels as for now
Turles: 110,000 [Wrathful/Ikari: 1,100,000]
Kakarot: 90,000 [Wrathful/Ikari: 900,000]
Raditz: 25,000 [Wrathful/Ikari: 250,000]
Slight oversight of Chapter 6 I forgot to mention: Demon King Piccolo does spit out an egg before his death.
I'm also going to start naming the chapters so it makes it easier for me and most likely you.
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Vegeta, now in his towering great ape form, charged relentlessly at Turles, Kakarot, and Raditz. But these brothers were no ordinary Saiyans; they had harnessed the power of the great ape while remaining in their base form, a transformation they had come to know as Ikari.
Vegeta's attacks were fierce and unrelenting, but the brothers, their eyes blazing with determination, met every assault with astonishing skill and power. The more Vegeta fought, the more his energy dwindled, his giant form becoming sluggish and heavy.
As the battle wore on, it became painfully clear that Vegeta's efforts were in vain. The brothers had found a way to tap into the immense strength of the great ape without losing control to its primal instincts. It was a level of mastery that left Vegeta in awe and frustration.
Exhaustion eventually overcame the Saiyan prince. Weakened and unable to maintain his great ape form any longer, Vegeta collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Turles, Kakarot, and Raditz exchanged glances. They had achieved victory, but they saw no need to take it further. These were, after all, their fellow Saiyans, and they had once shared common roots.
"We've proven our point," Turles declared. "Let's not finish them off. They need medical attention."
Nodding in agreement, Kakarot and Raditz carefully picked up their fallen brethren, Nappa and Vegeta, and transported them to a nearby hospital.
The hospital room was bathed in the soft, sterile light of early morning as Turles pushed the door open. Inside, he found Vegeta, the Saiyan prince, propped up on the hospital bed. Turles could sense the seething anger radiating from him, like a storm waiting to erupt.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed as they settled on Turles. The prince's pride had taken a severe blow, and it showed in the fiery intensity of his gaze. With a grunt, Vegeta finally spoke, his words laced with resentment, "What do you want, Turles?"
Turles leaned casually against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Information, Vegeta. About Frieza."
The mention of the tyrannical space emperor seemed to jolt Vegeta, momentarily breaking through his anger. Frieza was a name that sent shivers down the spines of Saiyans, a name synonymous with oppression and terror.
Turles pressed on, his tone low and calculating, "We've grown stronger, my brothers and I. Strong enough, perhaps, to challenge Frieza. But we need to know where he is right now."
Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise at the audacious idea of the brothers taking on Frieza. "You think you can defeat Frieza?" he exclaimed, a mixture of skepticism and hope in his voice.
A slow, menacing smile spread across Turles' face. "Oh, I'm quite confident. So, where is he, Vegeta?"
Vegeta hesitated for a moment, torn between his wounded pride and the prospect of revenge against the ruthless emperor. Finally, he relented, "The bastard should be on Planet 79 or close to it."
Turles nodded, his smirk deepening. He had what he needed, and it wouldn't be long before he and his brothers confronted Frieza, aiming to topple the tyrant and seize his power for himself.
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