CHAPTER 23: TURLES'S RISE

The cold air of night weighed heavily on Goku as he slowly regained consciousness. His body ached, each movement a battle as if his limbs were dragging through thick mud. His eyes flickered open to the dim, ethereal glow of the Eternal Tree. Its vast canopy stretched overhead, casting long, dark shadows that danced across the clearing. He tried to move but found himself pinned—roots of the ancient tree wrapped around his wrists and ankles, binding him like an offering. The Crusher Corps stood nearby, motionless, their faces grim. Avoca and Cumber watched from a distance, their expressions unreadable. And at the heart of it all stood Turles, his presence exuding quiet intensity as he prepared for something ominous.

Goku grunted, struggling against the roots that held him in place. “What’s going on? Why can’t I move?” His voice was weak, strained, but his defiance remained.

Turles turned to face him, his gaze cold and calculating. “You should have figured it out by now, Kakarot. I sealed your ki. You're completely powerless, just as I need you to be.”

Goku’s eyes narrowed. “Sealed my ki?”

Turles’ lips curled into a bitter smile. “A technique I learned from the very first Super Saiyan recorded in history. Your strength is no longer something I need to fight against. It’s something I can control.”

Goku, despite the throbbing pain, managed a glare. “What do you want from me, Turles? Why go this far?”

Turles took a step closer, his voice softening with a strange, mournful edge. “Long ago, I wanted to change the course of our race. To stop us from falling into decline, but instead of saving us, it led to war—a war that nearly wiped us out. My clan and I were left to die on Sadala, stranded on a dead world.”

He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his tone shifting, deepening. “But I did what you and Vegeta could never do. I brought the Saiyan race back from extinction. And when I did, I gave up everything for it. My own life, my humanity...all of it. I did it so we wouldn’t disappear.”

Goku clenched his teeth, his frustration mounting. “At the cost of others’ lives...How can you justify that?”

Turles’ smile faded, replaced by quiet bitterness. “The universe doesn’t give you a choice, Kakarot. You either fight for what you believe in, or you let it all slip away. The Saiyan race… we were born into a world of violence. That’s the only language the universe understands.”

Goku’s eyes flashed with disbelief. “But there’s more to life than fighting and taking from others! You can’t just kill and steal your way to victory and call it right.”

Turles met his gaze with cold clarity. "I know exactly what I've done. And I’m not ashamed of it. I sought powers beyond mortal limits, beyond legends. I did what I had to do to ensure the survival of my people, even if it meant sacrificing everything. I’m not interested in conquering the universe. I'm seeking something different—power. Power to change the hierarchy, to reshape the very foundations of our existence. What gives Vegeta’s bloodline the right to claim themselves royalty? Why them, when they’re no more capable of maintaining prosperity or ensuring the future of the Saiyan race than anyone else?"

Goku’s breath caught in his chest. He hadn’t expected Turles to have such a philosophical question. But Turles wasn’t done yet. 

Turles interrupted, his tone harsh, almost accusing. “You would have been a low-class Saiyan too, just like I was, if not for whatever made you different. But you, you achieved divine power—something unprecedented and only occurred once in our race’s history. You’ve unlocked a power no one thought possible.”

Goku’s brow furrowed. “You think you can just take my power and use it however you want?”

Turles shook his head, his face hard with conviction. “I don’t take anything. I forge my own path. I forged my own destiny. I broke free from the life I didn’t choose, and now I’m doing the same for our people. I will reshape the future of the Saiyan race. And the Tree...the Tree will be our salvation.”

He paused, his gaze sharp, as though reliving the struggle. “Before I found the Eternal Tree, I was just like everyone else. A Saiyan destined to live and die in obscurity. But I broke free from that life.” His fist clenched with resolve. “I won’t allow our people to remain shackled to old ideas, old bloodlines. And with this Tree... with your divine ki... I’ll lead the Saiyans to something greater.”

Goku’s face darkened. “You’re wrong, Turles. The way you’re going about it... it won’t bring prosperity. It’ll only bring destruction.”

Turles scoffed. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t understand what it means to make sacrifices for the greater good?” He turned away slightly, as if deep in thought. “I once asked myself why I didn’t just wish for divine power... but divine power isn’t something you can simply wish for. It’s something that must be earned, through blood and sacrifice. Even you, as pure-hearted as you are, can’t just wish for it. It’s not meant for mortals—until you proved it can be.”

Goku was quiet for a moment. His mind raced, trying to make sense of everything Turles had said. It was clear now that Turles’ desire for power was much more than a thirst for dominance. It was about rewriting the order of the universe itself. But at what cost?

“Why...why not just bring back the Saiyans without all this?” Goku asked, his voice strained. “Why go through all this?”

Turles looked back at Goku, his expression grim. “It’s hard to understand, isn’t it? But the truth is, Kakarot, I had no choice. We were stranded on a dead planet, with no hope left. Everything seemed lost—until a space pod crash-landed. Inside, there was a survivor, weak and drained of life. We drained what little was left of them, using their energy to keep going.”

He paused, his eyes flickering with cold determination. “And that’s when we realized something. The spacepod wasn’t just some wreck—it still functioned. We used it, and I tasked Avoca with going off-world to find the nearest habitable planet. She returned with not just any ship—one that had been decommissioned, a Cooler Force vessel.”

He glanced away for a moment, the memory still lingering. “That ship was our ticket. It gave us a way off Sadala and a chance to start over. I learned everything about what had happened during our absence—the extinction of our race and the legacy of what King Vegeta had made of us. But I also uncovered things that helped me understand the powers behind the Tree. The Namekian Dragon Balls...I sought them out, only to find that the planet had already been destroyed. But I didn’t give up. I eventually found New Namek, and there, I discovered the Dragon Balls still existed. Then, I spoke to the dragon.”

Goku’s expression shifted, his voice laced with concern. “What did you wish for?”

Turles met Goku’s gaze, sensing the apprehension in his tone. A flicker of understanding passed through him, and he gave a soft but firm shake of his head. “I wished to know the truth. The truth about the Tree of Might, about Zalama, and how I could bring our race back.”

Goku’s heart skipped a beat. “Zalama?”

Turles nodded, his expression serious. “Yes. Zalama, the creator of the Super Dragon Balls, had his hand in all of this. The Tree of Might—it was a gift, meant to empower the gods and the chosen divine races. But it was denied to us. I've come to understand that the Eternal Tree could be the start of our legacy, our rightful inheritance. The Tree's power… it's the power of the gods. And I intend to claim it.”

He leaned forward, voice darkening. “I made three wishes. First, to learn the truth about the Tree of Might. The second, to find a world where it could properly grow. And my final wish… to understand the divine power that could nurture its potential.” He paused, his gaze sharpening. “At first, I didn’t seek power for myself. I wanted to understand the gods—their power, their control over the universe. That's when I realized the Tree’s true purpose. The power of the gods isn’t something we should be denied.”

Goku’s eyes widened. “But why me? Why do you need my divine energy?”

Turles grinned, a twisted, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Because, Goku, only you can unlock the true potential of the Tree. You’re the perfect vessel. With your divine ki, we can awaken the Tree’s full power. Together, we can reshape the universe, lead the Saiyans into a future worthy of them.”

Goku struggled against his restraints, but there was no escaping now. The weight of Turles’ words, his ideology, pressed down on him like a vice.

“I can’t let you do this, Turles. I can’t let you take my power and twist it into something it’s not.”

Turles stepped back, his hands outstretched to the glowing branches of the Eternal Tree. “Then I guess you’re going to have to try to stop me.”

With a final, swift motion, Turles began the ritual, siphoning away Goku’s divine energy. The roots pulsed with life as they absorbed the power, feeding the Tree’s growing strength. Goku could feel his essence slipping away, each pulse draining him further, but a single thought burned brighter than all the others: He had to stop Turles. Before it was too late.

But as his energy waned, he knew the fight was far from over.

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Writer’s Note:

Now, we fully understand the truth behind Turles. I wanted to frame him as more than just ruthless—I wanted him to be ruthless with purpose. In the original iteration, his motivation stopped at a simple thirst for power. It was a classic villain trope: conquer the universe, rule with strength. But what I love to do with characters is give them a reason that, while not necessarily right, at least makes sense.

When Turles described the lone space pod crashing on Sadala, this was a direct callback to the epilogue of Cooler’s Wrath. That moment showed Salza crash-landing on Sadala, only to have his life energy drained by starving Saiyans—while Turles stood by and allowed it. At the time, that scene sparked some controversy; it didn’t feel like Dragon Ball to some. But instead of retconning or altering it, I chose to stand by it—while giving Turles the chance to acknowledge that those were darker times, ones he now hopes to leave behind.

As for his new abilities, such as life-draining ki and ki-sealing—don’t worry. You’ll soon learn exactly how he gained those powers.

CHAPTER 22: THE RETURN OF A LOST RACE

The embers of the fire crackled softly, their glow casting faint shadows on the rocky terrain. Vegeta and Nappa sat on opposite sides of the flame, the desolation of Arlia's destruction still fresh in the air. The stench of burnt stone and ash clung to them like an unwelcome reminder of their ruthless efficiency.

Nappa broke the silence, leaning forward with a rare look of contemplation on his face. “You ever think about using the Dragon Balls to bring back Planet Vegeta.”

Vegeta’s gaze remained fixed on the fire, his face unreadable. “Don’t be ridiculous. Even if the Dragon Balls can grant immortality, reviving an entire race or restoring a planet destroyed by a meteor? That’s a fool’s dream.”

“But why not?” Nappa pressed, his voice tinged with uncharacteristic earnestness. “If they can make us immortal, why couldn’t they bring back the Saiyan race? Think about it, Vegeta—this could be your chance. You could finally be the king our people deserve.”

For a moment, the prince’s expression faltered. The title of "king" hung in the air, tempting yet hollow. He straightened his posture, his usual cold demeanor snapping back into place. “And what? Rebuild a kingdom that could be toppled by anyone stronger than me? A king who cannot defend his throne is a disgrace to his bloodline.”

“Disgrace to your bloodline…” Nappa repeated, leaning back as if weighing the words. “You know, your brother—”

“Don’t,” Vegeta cut him off sharply, his tone icy. “I haven’t seen Tarble since our father sent him to whatever forsaken planet. He’s irrelevant.”

Nappa shrugged, letting the topic drop, though his expression betrayed lingering curiosity. “Still…imagine what it would be like. A Saiyan empire reborn, the strongest race in the universe. We could start over. Hell, even mix with the Earthlings and produce a generation of half-breeds. That Gohan kid Raditz mentioned—he’s proof they’d be insanely powerful.”

Vegeta scoffed. “Half-breeds would be a liability. They might grow strong, but their emotions would make them weak. I won’t risk creating a race of potential traitors.”

“And yet, you’d risk bringing immortality to yourself and me,” Nappa retorted with a chuckle. “If we become immortal, what’s stopping us from wishing the Saiyan race back after? You’d have all the time in the universe to decide.”

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, the flicker of the fire reflected in their depths. He didn’t respond immediately, and the silence stretched between them. Finally, he stood, brushing dust from his armor. “First, we secure immortality. Then…we’ll see.”

Nappa smirked, satisfied with the small concession. “Fine by me.”

Vegeta turned toward the pod resting nearby, its sleek design gleaming under the faint light of distant stars. “The Dragon Balls are our priority. Leave the fantasies of rebuilding the Saiyan race for another time.”

With that, the two Saiyans extinguished the fire and climbed into their pods, their course set for Earth—and for their chance at ultimate power.

***

The metallic hum of Truffle’s ship thrummed steadily, a faint vibration running through the floor as the lush, green planet of Idun emerged into view through the wide observation windows. The sight before them was breathtaking—an untouched paradise teeming with life. Vast oceans shimmered under the sunlight, reflecting the vibrant hues of the sky. Rolling forests stretched endlessly, their emerald canopy broken only by rivers that sparkled like silver threads winding through the terrain. Towering mountain ranges jutted skyward, their peaks dusted with crystalline snow, while waterfalls cascaded down their sides, their mist forming faint rainbows in the air.

For a moment, no one spoke. The sheer beauty of the planet held them in silent awe.

“So, this is Idun,” Gohan finally murmured, his voice filled with wonder as his wide eyes drank in the scenery.

Meelo emitted a series of soft beeps, guiding the ship closer to the surface. As they descended, the view became even more detailed. The forests appeared alive, swaying gently as if breathing with the rhythm of the planet itself. Small flocks of colorful, winged creatures took to the skies, dancing gracefully above the treetops.

Even Vegeta, who prided himself on maintaining composure, couldn’t hide the glint of surprise in his eyes. He crossed his arms, staring intently at the planet below. “This place… It’s nothing like Planet Vegeta,” he muttered, his tone uncharacteristically soft. “And yet… parts of it remind me of home. The cliffs, the rivers...” His voice carried a subtle wistfulness, a trace of longing buried beneath his usual stoicism.

Truffle glanced at him, raising an eyebrow with a sly smirk. “Planet Vegeta? Or should I say...Planet Plant? You know, before the Saiyans claimed it as their own and gave it that charming rebranding.” Her tone was light but carried an unmistakable edge of teasing.

Vegeta’s gaze narrowed, the faintest twitch of irritation flickering across his face. He let out a low grunt but chose not to respond, keeping his focus on the view below.

“Look over there,” Broly said, his deep voice quiet yet tinged with curiosity. He pointed toward the horizon, where something truly awe-inspiring dominated the landscape.

It was the Eternal Tree of Might. Even from this distance, its sheer size was staggering, dwarfing the surrounding mountains and forests. Its massive trunk, seemingly carved from glowing, pulsating bark, stood like a pillar supporting the heavens. Its colossal branches stretched outward, intertwining like veins, their tips shimmering with an eerie, golden glow. The entire tree radiated a quiet, overwhelming presence, its energy palpable even within the ship.

“That’s odd,” Vegeta said, his sharp eyes narrowing as he analyzed the sight. His voice was tinged with suspicion. “The Tree of Might should’ve drained this planet of all its life. And yet, Idun is thriving. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Turles must’ve figured out a way to sustain it without destroying the planet,” Gohan theorized, his analytical mind already racing. “Maybe the planet’s natural energy is strong enough to balance the tree’s draining effects. If that’s the case, he could mass-produce the fruit without killing the land, making this place a perfect base for his plans.”

“That’s exactly what he’s doing,” Truffle said grimly, her gaze fixed on the glowing tree. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “If he’s perfected the process, then the Tree of Might isn’t just a weapon anymore. It’s a farming operation. He’s building an empire.”

Tarble stepped forward, his usually calm face shadowed with concern. “If Kakarot’s here, he’ll be near that tree. We need to get moving.”

“Then let’s go!” Vegeta barked, his sharp tone cutting through the conversation as his impatience flared.

“Wait,” Gohan interjected, holding up a hand to stop him. “If we head straight for the tree or the palace, we’ll give ourselves away. We need to figure out the situation first—especially where my Dad is.”

Vegeta’s jaw tightened, but he reluctantly gave a curt nod. “Fine. But we’re not wasting time.”

With agreement reached, Meelo beeped and guided the ship lower, breaking through Idun’s atmosphere. As they descended, the towering trees of the forest became clearer, their massive trunks stretching skyward like ancient guardians of the land. The sunlight filtering through their leaves cast dappled patterns over the terrain below. Strange, bioluminescent plants dotted the ground, glowing faintly even in the daylight.

Finally, the ship touched down in a secluded clearing deep within the forest. The team disembarked into the warm, humid air, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant wildlife surrounding them. The vibrant life of Idun was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the devastation Turles was thought to unleash.

For a moment, even Vegeta couldn’t help but pause, taking in the beauty of the planet. But his mind was already racing ahead—to the battle that awaited them and the race to find Kakarot.

***

The group disembarked, their boots crunching softly against the lush, moss-covered ground as they took in the sights and sounds of Idun up close. The forest was a vibrant tapestry of life, alive with movement and sound. Exotic creatures with shimmering feathers and iridescent scales darted between the towering trees, their calls blending into a harmonious symphony. Strange, bioluminescent plants sprouted from the forest floor and clung to the trunks of the ancient trees, their glow pulsating faintly, as though breathing in rhythm with the planet itself. The air was warm and carried a faint, sweet fragrance, a mix of wildflowers and the earthy aroma of the forest.

Before stepping away from the ship, Truffle turned to Meelo, her spherical droid companion hovering dutifully by her side. “Stay with the ship, Meelo,” she said firmly, her tone softening slightly as she patted the droid’s metallic surface. “We’ll contact you if we need a quick escape. Keep an eye on things.”

Meelo beeped in acknowledgment, his lights blinking in a reassuring pattern. With a quick pivot, he hovered back up the ship’s ramp, disappearing inside to follow her instructions. The faint hum of the ship’s systems became muffled as the hatch sealed shut behind him.

Broly paused, crouching to observe a small, birdlike creature perched on a low-hanging branch. Its plumage was a dazzling display of orange and blue, its beady eyes sparkling with curiosity. It chirped softly, tilting its head as it studied the towering Saiyan before it, completely unfazed by his imposing presence. “It’s… peaceful here,” Broly said, his deep voice almost a whisper, as if he feared disturbing the tranquility around him.

Gohan stepped up beside him, his gaze sweeping across the thriving ecosystem. “It’s incredible,” he said, his voice filled with quiet wonder. “It’s like the planet is in perfect harmony—everything connected, everything alive.”

Truffle’s eyes flicked between the glowing plants and the creatures flitting overhead, her expression a mixture of awe and determination. She didn’t say it aloud, but the sight of this thriving paradise stirred a faint hope within her—a hope that perhaps her own people could one day experience something like this.

As the group moved deeper into the forest, the dense canopy overhead shifted, allowing beams of sunlight to pierce through, creating patches of golden light on the forest floor. Every step brought new wonders: pools of crystal-clear water surrounded by vibrant flowers, and towering trees whose trunks were wide enough to house entire families.

Yet, even amidst this serene beauty, the towering Eternal Tree loomed in the distance, its massive silhouette an ever-present reminder of the danger that lay ahead. Its glowing bark pulsed faintly, a stark contrast to the natural tranquility of the forest. It stood as both a monument to Turles’s ambition and a warning of the destruction that could follow.

***

After hours of navigating the dense forest, the group emerged into a wide clearing. Before them lay a Saiyan village, nestled harmoniously within the natural landscape. Homes were carved into massive rock formations, blending seamlessly with the terrain, while others were built high within the trees, their wooden frames perched atop thick branches and connected by sturdy rope bridges. A few of the larger homes stretched across the canopy, giving the village a layered, multi-dimensional feel. Smoke curled from stone chimneys, and the hum of daily life filled the air.

The Eternal Tree of Might and the looming palace were still visible in the distance, casting long shadows over the village. Though the palace was far off, it was a constant presence, an ominous reminder of the journey still ahead.

Saiyan children raced through the open spaces, their laughter echoing in the air. A few paused to glance curiously at the newcomers before resuming their games. Adults worked in the fields, sparred in small groups, or tended to their workshops, crafting weapons and tools with practiced ease. The villagers moved with a sense of purpose, yet there was a calmness to their way of life—a stark contrast to the fierce, battle-hardened Saiyan culture Vegeta had grown up in.

Vegeta's gaze swept over the village, taking in every detail. The traditional architecture and surroundings stirred memories of Planet Vegeta, but it was the differences that stood out. These Saiyans seemed... peaceful. Complacent. Their movements lacked the edge and intensity of warriors, and their eyes didn’t burn with the same fiery ambition he had once known so well.

“They’ve survived,” Vegeta murmured, almost to himself. “But…they’ve changed. To see them like this. Thriving, but so… different.”

Gohan stood beside him, nodding. “They’ve rebuilt something beautiful,” he said softly.

Broly, silent as ever, observed the villagers with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. Tarble's lips curled into a small smile as he watched children climbing the trees and running through the fields. “It’s strange,” he said. 

Truffle’s gaze lingered on the village, her expression softening. “If the Saiyans can come back from the brink of extinction,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with hope, “maybe my people can too.”

As they stood, taking in the scene, an elder Saiyan approached them. His tail swayed behind him, its fur weathered with age, and his features were marked with the wisdom of decades. His eyes, however, widened slightly when they landed on Vegeta.

“King Vegeta?” the elder said, his voice heavy with disbelief and reverence. “I thought you were gone...lost to time.”

Vegeta stiffened, his brow furrowing. “You’re mistaken,” he replied firmly. “I am Vegeta, but I’m no king.”

The elder paused, studying him for a moment before bowing his head slightly. “Forgive me. Your resemblance to the late king is striking.” He straightened, his tone softening. “Welcome to our village. It’s been many years since we’ve seen outsiders, let alone Saiyans from beyond the palace’s reach.”

As the elder’s gaze moved across the group, he took note of their missing tails. His eyes lingered on Gohan, Broly, Vegeta, and Tarble, his expression curious. “You…bear the resemblance of Saiyans, yet your tails are gone. How strange.”

“We’ve had different lives,” Gohan said, offering a polite smile, though he said no more.

The elder nodded slowly, seeming to accept the explanation without pressing further. “Come,” he said, gesturing toward the village. “You must be weary from your travels. Rest here for a while. Our people will offer you food and water.”

The group exchanged glances before following the elder into the heart of the village. As they walked, Vegeta glanced back at the Eternal Tree in the distance, its towering form framed by the palace. A mix of pride and unease churned within him. His people had survived, but they were no longer the Saiyans he remembered.

***

Night had fallen over Idun, and the twin moons hung in the sky like glowing orbs, bathing the forest canopy in a silvery light. The elder’s hut, nestled high above the treetops, offered a breathtaking view of the endless jungle below and the towering Eternal Tree of Might in the distance. The hut was simple but sturdy, crafted from thick branches and bioluminescent vines that faintly illuminated the space. 

The group sat in a circle around a small, controlled fire in the center of the hut. The flames flickered and danced, casting their shadows on the woven walls. Outside, the sounds of the forest hummed—a symphony of distant howls and the rustle of leaves carried by the cool night breeze.

Gohan glanced out of the open hut toward the moons, his brow creased with worry. “Both moons are full... What if—”

“You need not fear the Oozaru transformation,” the elder interrupted with a calm smile. “Here, even the youngest of our kind are taught to control their power from the moment they can walk. It’s as natural as breathing for us.”

Gohan exhaled, his tension easing. “I guess that’s... reassuring.”

Truffle, ever curious, leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “Elder, I couldn’t help but notice—Idun is beautiful, but it feels so isolated. Do you get many visitors here?”

“Rarely,” the elder admitted, stirring the fire absently with a long stick. “Outsiders come only for trade, seeking an audience with King Turles or delivering goods. Strangers like you? Almost unheard of.”

“Then I’m sure they’ve noticed us,” Gohan muttered, his tone uneasy.

The elder nodded. “Undoubtedly. Word of your arrival has already begun to spread through the village.” His gaze turned to Vegeta, whose expression remained cold and unreadable. “And your presence raises questions. What brings you here?”

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice sharp. “What can you tell us about Turles? About his rule?”

The elder’s expression darkened as he turned his gaze toward the distant glow of the Eternal Tree. The faint hum of its energy seemed to resonate even here, high above the canopy. “Our king and his clan brought us from the brink of extinction. Long ago, during the Great Saiyan War, we were abandoned on Sadala, left to fend for ourselves. Life was harsh, and survival often came at great cost.”

“Abandoned?” Gohan asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The elder nodded solemnly. “I was a boy then, but I remember the day our people were left behind. An internal war had broken out—Saiyan against Saiyan—fighting over the rule of the planet. In the chaos, many of us were stranded, left to perish in a dying world. But Turles... he saved us. He sustained us with the fruit of the Eternal Tree and eventually led us to this place, where we could rebuild.”

Vegeta’s scowl deepened, his tone thoughtful yet tinged with disbelief. “That’s...not the history I was told. My father spoke of Sadala being torn apart by infighting—a conflict so devastating that even the legend of a Super Saiyan played a role in its destruction. The survivors fled…” His gaze shifted to the elder, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “He never mentioned stragglers—or that anyone was left behind.”

For a brief moment, Vegeta’s thoughts churned. The version of history he had been taught had always seemed so clear-cut, so definitive. It had always made sense: his people, warriors to the core, forged their destiny in the fires of battle, leaving behind their fallen comrades without a second thought. He had never questioned it—until now.

Was it possible that his father had only shared the parts of their history that suited his own pride? That the survival of the Saiyan race came at the cost of leaving others behind? The weight of these new questions hung heavy on Vegeta’s mind, the certainty he once had slipping through his fingers like sand. The history he had always known—his identity, his pride—was crumbling under the weight of this new truth. He had always believed his father’s version was the final word. But now? Now, that certainty was shaken, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

The elder’s gaze shifted back to Vegeta, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You are descended from King Vegeta II, aren’t you?”

“I am,” Vegeta replied curtly. “But I know little of him. My father spoke only of the legacy he believed was his birthright.”

The elder studied Vegeta for a moment, then asked, “If that is so, what brings you here? Do you intend to challenge for the throne?”

Before Vegeta could respond, Gohan spoke up, his voice calm yet resolute. “My father is somewhere on this planet. We’re trying to find him... we think he might be with King Turles.”

The elder’s expression grew thoughtful, his hand stroking his beard. “If that’s the case, you’ll need to go to the palace near the Eternal Tree. But be warned—Turles does not tolerate trespassers.”

A heavy silence settled over the group. They exchanged glances, the weight of the elder's warning hanging in the air. Vegeta’s eyes, however, remained fixed on the glowing silhouette of the Eternal Tree, visible through the open side of the hut. Its distant glow seemed to pulse with a quiet, ominous energy. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as he processed the path ahead.

Finally, he broke the silence, his tone steady but unwavering. “Then we’ll go.”

The elder nodded, his weathered face filled with both caution and respect. "Be careful," he advised, though it was clear he understood the urgency in their mission.

Truffle gave a mischievous grin and held up her foot, where a pair of sleek, metallic boots now rested. “Hold on a sec.” She fiddled with a small dial on the side, the boots humming quietly as she adjusted the magnetic soles.

"I’ve been working on these hover boots during the trip," she explained, her tone proud as she tested the boots again, causing herself to hover slightly off the ground. "Thought they might come in handy for keeping up with you lot when flying."

She gave a little bounce, the boots humming more firmly now as she hovered just above the wooden platform. “Pretty neat, huh? Should be able to match your speed with these.”

Gohan raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. “Those are pretty cool.”

Tarble gave a quiet, skeptical look but nodded. “I’ll be curious to see if they can keep up with us.”

Broly, standing silently behind them, only offered a faint nod, his eyes lingering on the boots with mild interest.

Truffle gave a small smirk at their reactions. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

Vegeta, barely acknowledging the addition, turned back to the elder. “We appreciate your hospitality,” he said, his voice low but sincere.

The elder gave a solemn nod. “May the winds guide you.”

The group stood and made their way to the wide wooden platform surrounding the elder’s hut. The air outside was cool, the rustling of the trees below mixing with the distant hum of the Eternal Tree. It was a tranquil moment, but the sense of urgency pressed down on them all.

Tarble hesitated as they reached the edge of the platform, looking at Vegeta. His voice was softer than usual, uncertain. “Brother...What did you think of Father? I never really knew him.”

Vegeta’s expression softened, his usual hard edge replaced with a rare vulnerability. He turned to Tarble, then back toward the horizon. After a long moment, he spoke, his tone quieter than usual.

“I’m starting to have...mixed feelings about him, Tarble. He was ruthless, no doubt about it. But he wasn’t heartless.”

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, a hint of conflict in his gaze. “He cared for the Saiyan race, even if his methods, I came to realize, were...extreme. He believed in strength above all else, and in his mind, what he did was to ensure our survival.”

Vegeta’s tone grew more reflective. “I know you resent him for what he did, sending you away. He didn’t kill you, though. And that means something. He may have thought it was the best way to protect you. Put you on a path where you could grow stronger, survive.”

His voice grew harder, but there was a deeper understanding now. “I’ll admit, he wasn’t always right. A king’s duty isn’t just about survival; it’s about doing what’s right for the people. And... maybe he failed in that. But I still think he did what he believed was best. And that’s what I’m trying to do now, for the Saiyan race—to make sure we don’t lose ourselves in the process.”

Tarble nodded, but there was a slight pause as he tried to understand the weight of Vegeta’s words. Before he could say more, Truffle, now fully ready in her hover boots, grinned and hopped lightly into the air, her boots humming with a quiet energy. “Alright, I’m ready! Let’s get moving.”

With a final glance at the elder’s hut, the group took to the skies, the night air crisp against their faces as they soared toward the glowing silhouette of the Eternal Tree. The journey ahead was uncertain, but there was no turning back now.

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Writer’s Note:

During my revision process, one moment that really stuck with me was the flashback between Nappa and Vegeta. It served as a perfect segue between Vegeta’s past and present, highlighting just how much he’s grown since the Saiyan Saga. To make the scene work, I had to dig into deep lore and pinpoint the best timeframe for it—ultimately deciding that their year-long journey to Earth was the most fitting. After all, they weren’t just flying through space the entire time; they must have made stops, and this was one of them.

When Vegeta arrives on Idun, the planet presents a stark contrast to what we know of Planet Vegeta. There’s a familiar sense of home, yet visually, it’s strikingly different—lush forests and a lifestyle built around living in the trees. The Saiyans here have cultivated a new way of life, distinct from their war-driven past.

One of the most intriguing aspects of this arc was exploring what came before King Vegeta III. Since Vegeta is "Vegeta IV," it’s clear that a lineage existed long before the events we know. That gave me the perfect opportunity to dive into unexplored history—Vegeta’s grandfather, a figure never mentioned in the series. This allowed me to explore the idea that Vegeta’s father may have hidden key truths, not just from his sons, but from the entire Saiyan race.

I realize that giving Vegeta mixed feelings about his father—especially admitting it to Tarble—might feel controversial. But it’s not meant to diminish his respect or love for him. Instead, it’s a reflection of his growth. Tarble, having been exiled at a young age, never knew much about their father, and here, Vegeta is offering his honest truth. He acknowledges his pride in being King Vegeta’s son, but he also questions whether his father’s decisions truly served the Saiyan people—or if they only benefited his own rule. After all, King Vegeta did strike a deal with King Cold, which ultimately led to Frieza’s dominance over their race.

Now, standing on Idun, Vegeta sees a different reality—one shaped by Turles, where Saiyans live in peace. It raises an important question: Were his father’s choices truly the best for their people? Or has Turles, in his own way, accomplished what King Vegeta never could?

Stay tuned for what’s to come next!

CHAPTER 21: MIRROR REMATCH

Turles’s aura crackled with raw power, the energy of the Tree of Might surging through his veins. The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the air itself seemed to grow thick with an almost tangible pressure. The faint glow of the tree intensified, its bark pulsing with energy in rhythm with Turles’s newfound strength.

Across from him, Goku’s own aura flared, glowing blue as his Super Saiyan Blue form enveloped him. His energy radiated outward, an intense, divine light that seemed to push back against Turles’s overwhelming presence. But even with all his power, Goku could feel the weight of Turles’s transformation. This wasn’t just another fight; this was a battle that would determine the fate of everything around them.

Without hesitation, Turles launched himself at Goku, his fists moving with a frightening speed. The first punch collided with Goku’s guard, sending shockwaves that rattled the very earth beneath them. The impact was so powerful that the surrounding trees and rocks were shattered into dust.

Goku grunted under the force but quickly adjusted his stance, using his speed to duck and weave. He countered with a series of precise jabs, his movements fluid and calculated. His years of training under Whis were on full display as he anticipated Turles’s wild strikes, narrowly dodging a crushing blow aimed at his head.

Turles snarled, his eyes blazing with newfound fury. He launched another barrage of chaotic punches, each one heavier than the last, pushing Goku back with every blow. His movements were reckless, driven by the intoxicating power of the fruit, but there was something terrifyingly unstoppable about his raw might.

Goku, maintaining his composure, spun around, dodging the wild swings and delivering swift counters to Turles’s exposed sides. He was quick—too quick for Turles’s feral onslaught—but the power Turles possessed was like a tidal wave, relentless and overwhelming.

Then, in a sudden burst of energy, Goku leaped backward, creating distance between them. His hands came together in front of him as he prepared his most powerful move—the Kamehameha. The energy gathered in his palms, the blue light growing in intensity as it crackled and hummed. With a yell, he fired the blast directly at Turles, the energy beam rocketing toward him with terrifying speed.

But Turles’s eyes flared with golden intensity as he raised his hand. In an almost casual manner, he blocked the Kamehameha with a single palm, the energy dissipating in a burst of sparks. Goku’s eyes widened. This was not the reaction he had anticipated. The fruit’s power had amplified Turles beyond anything he had ever experienced.

With a guttural roar, Turles surged forward, closing the gap between them faster than Goku could react. A wild, chaotic fist slammed into Goku’s chest, sending him flying into the dirt with bone-crushing force. The impact left a crater in the ground, dust and debris flying in all directions.

Before Goku could even gather his bearings, Turles hovered above him, his hands crackling with dark, raw energy. A blast of black ki exploded from his hands, slamming into Goku’s body like a freight train. The force of the attack left Goku battered and bloodied, his body collapsing into the earth.

The Saiyan’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to rise, his vision spinning. He pushed himself up, only to see Turles already charging toward him once more, moving faster than ever before. Goku barely had time to react as Turles’s fist collided with his chest with a sickening thud. The impact sent him crashing to the ground again, pain shooting through his entire body.

Goku lay there, barely conscious, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. Every inch of him screamed in agony. Turles stood over him, his aura burning bright as he looked down with cold, calculated eyes.

“You’re out of your league, Kakarot,” Turles said, his voice low, a cruel edge to it. “This is the power I’ve been waiting for.”

Without another word, Turles turned to Avoca, who stood at a distance, watching silently. “Prepare the next phase,” Turles ordered, his voice cold and commanding. “It’s time to take what’s rightfully ours.”

As Turles walked away, Goku remained motionless, his body barely clinging to consciousness. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as the radiant glow of the Tree of Might pulsed behind him. The tree’s power surged, feeding off the destruction, and the air around the battlefield was thick with tension.

Turles’s figure disappeared into the shadows, his presence lingering in the air like a dark omen. The faint hum of the Tree of Might echoed ominously in the background, its power pulsing with an unnatural rhythm. Goku lay at the base of the tree, bloodied and broken, his body battered but his will unbroken. The fight was far from over.

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Writer’s Note:

That got intense! This fight between Goku and Turles was a deliberate callback to their original battle in Tree of Might, but this time, Goku is in Super Saiyan Blue. Now, before anyone questions how Goku could be bested or how Turles could hold his own, there are several factors at play.

First, Goku isn’t fighting at full strength. He just went through three back-to-back battles with the Crushers, leaving him worn down. Second, Turles now has the power of the Tree of Might flowing through him, amplifying his strength and abilities far beyond their previous encounter.

Back in Chapter 8, Goku realized Turles had been holding back during their fight—even without taking a bite of the fruit. Now, imagine Turles going all-out, fully powered by the Tree of Might, and driven by an unwavering determination to reach his goal. It’s not the kind of fight Goku can win easily, even in Blue.

With Part 1 of the story coming to a close, there’s still so much more to come. The stage is set for bigger challenges, deeper conflicts, and even greater stakes. Stay tuned for Part 2: Ascension!

CHAPTER 20: DUALITY

The air in the Saiyan archives was thick with tension, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows over the ancient scrolls and relics that lined the walls. Turles stood tall, his dark eyes locked on Goku, who stood firm in the center of the chamber. The Crusher Corps flanked their leader, their rigid stances betraying flickers of unease despite their unwavering loyalty.

Goku’s gaze swept over the room briefly, taking in the strange devices and artifacts imbued with the legacy of their shared Saiyan heritage. But his focus always returned to the warriors blocking his path, each of them poised to strike at Turles’s command.

Turles smirked, though there was a tinge of frustration in his expression. “Kakarot, it doesn’t need to be this way,” he said, his tone carrying an uncharacteristic mix of exasperation and conviction. “You don’t understand what I’m trying to achieve. Together, we could rebuild what was lost. Do you really want to stand in the way of that?”

Goku frowned, his arms folding across his chest. “What you’re doing… it’s not right. You think tearing down everything around you is the way to rebuild? That’s not how it works, Turles. I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else.”

Turles sighed, shaking his head. “You’ve seen what our people have suffered, and still, you refuse to see reason.” His expression hardened, and his voice dropped an octave, dangerous and commanding. “I was willing to give you a chance, but if you won’t help me…”

He raised his hand slightly, signaling the Crusher Corps. Their bodies tensed, energy flaring around them as they prepared to attack.

Goku’s eyes darted to the Crusher Corps, then back to Turles. He could feel the rising energy, the shift in the air as the moment of peace crumbled.

“Well,” Goku said with a smirk, raising one hand casually. “Guess that settles it.” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.

Before anyone could react, a brilliant flash of light erupted from Goku’s hand.

“Solar Flare!” Goku shouted, vanishing in an instant as the radiance consumed the room.

The Crusher Corps and guards staggered back, shielding their eyes from the searing brightness.

Turles snarled, his voice booming against the ancient walls. As the light faded, his expression darkened, fury etched into every line of his face. “Don’t let him escape! Find him!”

Alarms blared across the palace, bathing the labyrinthine corridors in flashing crimson light. Guards poured in from adjacent chambers, scouters beeping frantically as they scrambled to locate their target.

***

Goku bolted through the winding halls of the palace, his mind racing as fast as his feet. "I’ve gotta get to that tree,” he muttered under his breath. “If I can destroy it, this whole thing falls apart."

His senses flared, picking up energy signatures closing in from all sides. The palace was a labyrinth of towering stone walls and intricate carvings, each turn leading to another hallway or chamber. Goku cursed under his breath when he hit a dead end, forcing him to double back.

Behind him, he heard the Crusher Corps rallying the guards. Amond’s deep voice boomed, “Spread out! He couldn’t have gotten far!”

In an instant, Goku vanished, teleporting to a higher vantage point on a balcony overlooking the central hall. From there, he spotted patrols pouring in from multiple entryways, their scouters lighting up as they scanned for his ki.

“Smart,” Goku whispered to himself. “But not smart enough.”

He took a deep breath, suppressing his energy until it was nearly undetectable. The scouters flickered and beeped faintly, but no solid readings appeared.

“Where is he?!” Daiz growled, his eyes scanning the upper levels.

Goku crouched low, blending into the shadows of the balcony as guards stormed past below. The flashing red lights painted the walls in ominous streaks, the sound of boots pounding against the stone reverberating through the air.

As Goku leapt silently across a gap between balconies, a guard turned at the last moment, spotting movement in his peripheral vision.

“There!” the guard shouted, firing a barrage of energy blasts toward Goku’s position.

Goku ducked and rolled, the blasts ripping through the stone railing behind him. “Tch, almost got me there,” he muttered, sprinting forward.

He vaulted over a ledge, landing in a lower hallway where more guards appeared. Their scouters beeped faintly, struggling to lock onto his faint energy signature.

“Fan out!” one of them barked.

Goku darted into a side corridor, using a quick burst of Instant Transmission to reappear several halls away. He kept his ki masked, his breathing steady despite the pounding of his heart.

Up ahead, Goku caught sight of a massive exit, its towering doors bathed in the pulsing glow of crimson emergency lights. Relief flickered across his face, but before he could reach it, a familiar voice stopped him cold.

“Stop right there, Kakarot.”

Goku turned to see Rasin and Lakasei stepping out from the shadows, their energy flaring faintly as they blocked his path. Unlike before, there was no arrogance in their expressions—only a grim resolve.

“Turles doesn’t want this to escalate,” Rasin said, his tone firm but carrying an edge of hesitation. “Come quietly, and no one has to get hurt.”

Lakasei’s eyes darted toward Goku, uncertainty flickering in his gaze before he masked it. “We don’t want to fight you, but we will if we have to.”

Goku’s stance shifted slightly, his brows furrowing. “I get it—you’re just following orders. But you both know this is wrong. Turles isn’t saving our race; he’s destroying everything in his path. You’ve seen what the Tree does to planets, to life itself. How can you stand by and let this happen?”

Rasin’s expression tightened, the weight of Goku’s words sinking in, but he shook his head. “It’s not that simple. Turles has a vision—a way to rebuild what we’ve lost. If that means sacrifices, then... then maybe it’s what we have to do.”

Lakasei stepped forward, his voice lowering. “You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never lived like we have. You’ve never known what it’s like to hold on to the last thread of your people’s existence. Our king...he gave us hope.”

Goku’s voice rose, his frustration evident. “Hope? This isn’t hope—it’s destruction! What’s the point of rebuilding the Saiyan race if it costs countless innocent lives? You don’t have to do this. You can choose to walk away. I’m giving you that chance.”

The twins exchanged a brief glance, doubt flickering between them, but their resolve hardened as they turned back to Goku.

Lakasei raised his hands, his energy crackling faintly. “We’ve made our choice. Stand down, Kakarot. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Rasin followed suit, his voice heavier this time. “Please, don’t force our hand.”

Goku sighed, his eyes narrowing. “I wish you could see what I’m trying to stop. But if you won’t listen...”

The twins lunged at him, their movements synchronized and precise. Goku responded instantly, slipping between them with fluid grace, his speed far outpacing their attacks. He didn’t strike back, instead leaping into the air and firing a controlled burst of energy at the ceiling above them.

The resulting explosion sent debris crashing down, blocking their path. Dust filled the corridor as Goku turned toward the exit.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, a flicker of regret in his tone. Then he bolted toward the towering doors, his resolve steeling with every step.

The final stretch of the palace grounds was teeming with guards. Towers overlooking the area lit up with searchlights that swept the grounds, and scouters buzzed with frantic activity as they attempted to pinpoint Goku’s location.

“There! He’s on the move!” shouted a voice from one of the towers.

Goku gritted his teeth, breaking into a full sprint as a barrage of energy blasts rained down around him. He zigzagged across the open space, his movements sharp and precise, evading the attacks with a grace that belied the tension of the moment. A blast grazed his shoulder, the heat searing through his gi, but he ignored the sting, focusing on the glowing horizon ahead.

Through the chaos, his eyes locked onto it—the Eternal Tree of Might. Even from a distance, its colossal form was unmistakable, its glowing bark emanating an oppressive energy that seemed to smother the very air around it.

“There it is,” Goku muttered, his resolve hardening as he adjusted his path.

Guards swarmed into his way, their weapons trained on him, but Goku’s instincts were razor-sharp. With a burst of speed, he ducked under one’s swing, deflected a ki blast with the back of his hand, and vaulted over another, twisting midair to avoid another barrage of attacks.

As the guards regrouped and prepared to strike again, Goku smirked. “Time to wrap this up.”

With a sharp intake of breath, he focused on the tree in the distance. In an instant, his form flickered and vanished from sight, leaving the guards behind in a flurry of confusion.

Goku reappeared at the base of the tree, the oppressive energy hitting him like a wave. He skidded to a halt, panting as his eyes traveled upward to take in its immense height and otherworldly glow. The bark pulsed with an eerie energy, alive with power that seemed to hum in his ears.

“All right,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow as he steadied his breathing. “Let’s see if I can take you down.”

Planting his feet firmly into the ground, Goku raised his hands, blue energy crackling and growing between them as he prepared to unleash his attack. The oppressive energy of the tree loomed over him, but he pushed the weight from his mind, focusing entirely on his target.

“Let’s see how you handle this!” Goku shouted, thrusting his hands forward.

A massive beam of energy tore through the air, slamming directly into the tree’s glowing bark. The impact shook the ground beneath him, sending shockwaves rippling outward. But as the smoke cleared, Goku’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The tree stood unharmed. The glowing bark seemed to absorb the blast entirely, its surface rippling faintly before returning to its natural glow. The energy he’d unleashed dissipated as if it had never existed.

“What the—?!” Goku muttered, his jaw tightening. He quickly charged another attack, pouring more power into it this time.

“Kamehameha!” he roared, sending another devastating blast toward the tree. The beam collided with the bark, its power crackling and flaring outward, but once again, the tree absorbed it, the energy vanishing harmlessly into its surface.

Goku fired again. And again. Each time, the result was the same. The tree stood tall and unyielding, as though mocking his efforts.

“Damn it,” Goku hissed, beads of sweat forming on his brow as his breathing grew heavier. His hands dropped to his sides momentarily, frustration flickering across his face.

He was preparing to charge another blast when a sudden, sharp spike in energy sent a chill down his spine. Turning quickly, Goku saw familiar figures hovering above, their armor gleaming under the pale light of the moon.

The Crusher Corps.

They strode forward with purpose, their presence exuding an intimidating calm. Amond led the group, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the ground. His piercing gaze locked onto Goku, and for a moment, neither moved.

Amond stepped forward, his deep voice cutting through the silence. “Stop this, Kakarot,” he said, his tone firm but lacking malice. “You’re wasting your time. You can’t destroy the tree.”

Goku’s eyes narrowed, his stance shifting defensively. “I don’t care what it takes. I’m not going to let Turles use this thing to hurt anyone else!”

Amond shook his head slowly, cracking his knuckles. “Don’t make us do this...”

The other members of the Crusher Corps fanned out behind Amond, their postures tense and ready. The air grew heavier as the standoff began.

Goku raised his hands defensively. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Daiz sneered. “We don’t have a choice.” The Crusher Corps launched their attack.

The battle erupted beneath the towering tree. Goku, still in base form, moved like a blur, dodging and countering the Crusher Corps’ coordinated assaults. Amond’s powerful punches tore through the ground, while Rasin and Lakasei’s synchronized attacks came at Goku from every angle.

From a distance, Turles and Avoca arrived unnoticed. Turles stood still, arms crossed, his calculating gaze fixed on the battlefield. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes sharpened as the bark of the Tree of Might faintly glowed, pulsating in sync with each burst of energy Goku unleashed. The faint shimmer of the tree's response reflected in his focused stare, a subtle yet telling indication of his thoughts.

Goku dashed to the side, narrowly evading Rasin and Lakasei’s coordinated blasts, which detonated with enough force to send shockwaves through the battlefield. He retaliated with a spinning kick to Daiz, who blocked but was forced back, his feet skidding across the ground. Goku didn’t stop, leaping into the air to avoid a flurry of energy shots from Cacao. Mid-air, he twisted and deflected one of the blasts with his palm, redirecting it into the ground, where it erupted in a fiery explosion.

Landing with a thunderous crash, Goku stood firm, his body radiating raw power. His hair spiked upward, and his aura erupted into a golden blaze as he ascended to Super Saiyan 3. The overwhelming surge of energy sent the Crusher Corps stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the brilliance.

The ground beneath Goku cracked and splintered as he charged forward with lightning speed, appearing in front of Amond in an instant. The giant swung a massive fist, but Goku ducked under it and delivered a punishing uppercut to his jaw, sending the towering warrior reeling. Then, with a sudden smirk, Goku let his energy drop, reverting back to his base form.

“Alright,” he muttered under his breath, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You asked for it.”

In a flash, Goku powered up again, this time ascending to Super Saiyan Blue. The battlefield erupted with his divine energy, its radiant glow illuminating the Tree of Might in the distance. Without hesitation, Goku lunged at Amond, driving his fist straight into the warrior’s chest. The force of the blow sent Amond hurtling backward, crashing into the ground and leaving him momentarily incapacitated.

The remaining Crusher Corps regrouped, their bodies bruised and battered but their resolve unwavering. Goku stood tall, his piercing gaze fixed on them as his aura continued to pulse with power. “Stay down,” he warned, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to.”

But the Crusher Corps refused to yield. Their bodies tensed, their energy flaring wildly as they drew upon hidden reserves of power. One by one, they let out guttural screams, their auras exploding in a fiery spectacle. Goku’s eyes widened as he felt the shift.

It was undeniable. Each of them—Amond, Daiz, Rasin, Lakasei, and Cacao—had transformed into Super Saiyans.

Daiz’s aura shimmered with a unique neon glow, while the others radiated the classic golden hue of their transformation. Their newfound power tore through the battlefield, kicking up gusts of wind and cracking the earth beneath their feet.

Goku clenched his fists, his eyes widening briefly as he took in the glowing golden auras surrounding the Crusher Corps. “You’ve… finally reached it,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “That’s Super Saiyan power. Not bad… not bad at all.”

His expression grew more serious as he dropped into his fighting stance. “But you’re not used to it yet. Let’s see if you’re ready to handle what comes next.”

The Crusher Corps wasted no time, launching a coordinated assault on Goku. Cacao charged first, his metallic armor gleaming under the moonlight, robotic limbs crackling with concentrated energy as he advanced with terrifying speed. Rasin and Lakasei flanked him, their movements swift and calculated, launching high-speed attacks from both sides.

Goku met them head-on, his form a blur as he dodged, blocked, and countered with precision. Cacao lunged with a crushing blow, but Goku deftly sidestepped, his body weaving through the chaos. Daiz appeared behind him, unleashing a spiraling energy wave. Just in time, Goku turned, redirecting the blast upward with a swift flick of his wrist before closing the distance and delivering a spinning kick that sent Daiz crashing into a nearby boulder.

Amond’s massive form loomed over Goku, swinging a double-fisted smash. Goku caught the blow, his feet grinding into the earth as the impact reverberated through his body. With a surge of strength, he flipped Amond over his shoulder, sending him crashing into the ground with a heavy thud.

The battle raged on, the force of their attacks shaking the battlefield. Despite their newfound power, Goku’s experience and mastery over his transformations gave him the edge. He moved like a whirlwind—dodging, striking, and countering with impeccable timing. Though the Crusher Corps fought valiantly, their lack of control over the Super Saiyan form made them predictable.

Breathing heavily, Goku stood over the defeated warriors, watching as they collapsed one by one, their bodies too drained to continue. He looked down at them with a mixture of respect and pity. “You’re not used to this power,” he muttered. “You can’t keep fighting like this.”

But just as Goku thought the battle was over, a faint shimmer from the distance caught his eye. The bark of the Tree of Might began to glow in sync with the energy pulsing through the battlefield. Unbeknownst to Goku, a shadow observed from afar. Turles, arms crossed, stood with Avoca, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene. His attention shifted from the warriors to the tree—an eerie glint of calculation in his eyes.

The third round began as Turles’s silent command echoed through the air. The Crusher Corps, battered but not broken, surged forward once more. This time, despite their newfound strength, they struggled to keep up with Goku’s unmatched experience and combat precision. One by one, they fell, their auras flickering erratically as their lack of control over the transformation left them vulnerable to Goku’s overwhelming mastery.

As the dust settled and the final blow was struck, Goku stood tall amidst the defeated warriors, breathing steadily. He glanced around, his eyes falling on the fallen Crusher Corps. Their bodies littered the battlefield, but he didn’t feel triumphant. Instead, he turned, sensing the shift in energy—a new presence.

Turles stepped forward, his dark aura overwhelming, the very air around him seeming to crackle and vibrate with power. His eyes studied Goku with a mix of begrudging respect and something darker.

“You never cease to amaze me, Kakarot,” Turles said, his voice smooth and calm. “You’ve crushed my forces with surprising ease. But I’ve been watching...and the Tree of Might has been reacting to your energy.” His gaze flickered to the glowing bark of the Tree, as if it too sensed the divine energy Goku had unleashed.

Goku met his gaze, wary. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Turles...”

Turles shook his head slowly, a half-smile curling on his lips. “You’ve made your choice. And now, I’m making mine.” He raised his hand and, with an almost ceremonial flourish, pulled from his garb a glowing fruit from the Tree of Might. Its radiance hummed with power, an almost intoxicating aura emanating from it.

Without another word, Turles sank his teeth into the fruit. The moment he did, a surge of energy exploded from him, his aura expanding in violent waves. The Tree of Might seemed to respond in kind, its bark glowing more brightly as though feeding off Turles's newfound power.

Goku’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the magnitude of the energy now coursing through the king of the saiyans. "What is this...?" Goku muttered under his breath, but Turles wasn’t done yet.

"This," Turles said, his voice now rich with confidence, "is the future of our race. Once I’ve unlocked its true potential, with a bit of your divine energy to help nurture it... it will bear fruit unlike any before, and I will have the strength to reshape this universe.”

Turles stepped forward, his eyes locking with Goku’s. “Now, you’ve seen what I can do, Kakarot. But I’m not holding back anymore. I want you to see just how far this power can go.”

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Writer’s Note:

That was intense! Adding the palace chase with Goku was a fun addition during the revision process, and it allowed for some great character moments. I especially enjoyed the dynamic with Rasin and Lakasei—they’re loyal to Turles, but their hesitation to harm Goku adds depth to their conflict. They give him chance after chance, but when it comes down to it, they’re forced to act.

Goku’s fight against the Crushers near the Tree of Might was a deliberate callback to the original movie, though with plenty of key differences. One of the biggest changes is the inclusion of the Crushers turning Super Saiyan, along with Goku utilizing both Super Saiyan 3 and Blue. To clarify, Goku has been on Idun for quite some time now—more than just a few days. During this period, he’s been training with the Crushers, helping them unlock the Super Saiyan transformation.

The fight near the tree was pivotal because it pushed the Crushers beyond their limits, finally allowing them to tap into this legendary power. However, just because they’ve achieved Super Saiyan doesn’t mean they can fully match someone like Goku, who has mastered these transformations over years of experience.

As we near the final chapter of Part 1, the tension is building, and big reveals are just around the corner. The story is reaching a wild turning point (or at least, I hope you think so too)!

CHAPTER 19: POWERS BEYOND

Goku stood beneath the pale glow of twin moons, their silvery light bathing the rocky expanse in a faint luminescence. His body moved fluidly, dodging and countering strikes from Amond, who lunged at him with relentless determination.

Nearby, the Crusher Corps—Daiz, Rasin, Lakasei, and Cacao—were deep in their own training, working tirelessly to unlock the elusive Super Saiyan transformation. Daiz strained, his aura flaring erratically as golden sparks flickered and faded. Rasin and Lakasei, as always, worked in perfect sync, their sparring a graceful dance of power and precision. Cacao stood slightly apart, his metallic gauntlets shimmering as he unleashed rapid strikes against a jagged outcrop, each punch reverberating with raw power.

“You’re all doing great,” Goku said encouragingly, ducking under one of Amond’s punches and catching his arm mid-strike. “But remember, Super Saiyan isn’t just about raw energy—it’s about channeling it, letting it flow naturally through you.”

“Easy for you to say, Kakarot!” Amond grunted, pulling back and unleashing a wild flurry of punches. “You make it look effortless!”

Goku grinned, sidestepping and countering with a light tap to Amond’s shoulder, spinning him around. “It’s not effortless—it’s practice. Took me years to get where I am. But hey, let me show you something I’ve been working on. It might help you out.”

Floating backward, Goku hovered in the air, his body relaxing as he closed his eyes. Slowly, a shimmering silver aura enveloped him, his hair glowing faintly with a metallic sheen. The Crusher Corps froze, their jaws dropping.

“What… What is that?” Daiz stammered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

“It’s called Ultra Instinct,” Goku explained, his voice calm as he opened his sharp, silver eyes. “It’s a state where your body moves on its own, without hesitation. I’m still mastering it, but teaching it—even just the idea of it—helps me understand it better.”

He demonstrated a series of controlled, fluid movements, each one precise and effortless. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he sent a small energy ball into the air, darting through the Crusher Corps’ strikes as they attempted to hit it. They failed every time, their punches and kicks missing by mere inches.

“This is insane,” Rasin said, panting. “How do you even train for something like this?”

Goku chuckled, dropping out of Ultra Instinct and landing lightly on the ground. “It’s not easy. One time, I trained for a whole year in a single day. Used a place called the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It’s tough, but it’s worth it.”

The Crusher Corps stared at him, their disbelief evident. “A year in a day?” Lakasei repeated, shaking his head. “You’ve got to be kidding. How’s that even possible?”

Goku laughed. “It’s possible, trust me. And it’s the kind of training that can push you past your limits.”

As the group took a brief break, Goku’s eyes wandered to a massive tree in the distance, its twisted branches reaching toward the twin moons. It stood alone on a rocky hill, towering over the landscape.

“That tree,” Goku said, gesturing toward it. “What’s the deal with it? It feels… different. Almost alive.”

Amond glanced at the others before responding. “That’s the Eternal Tree. Back on Planet Sadala, it was the key to our survival. Its roots ran deep, drawing energy from the planet itself. The fruit it bore sustained us when resources were scarce.”

“Sadala?” Goku asked, his curiosity piqued. “That was the original saiyan homeworld right? What exactly happened there?”

The Crusher Corps exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions clouding. Daiz spoke up first. “It’s… complicated. Let’s just say we ended up stranded, and the tree was the only reason we survived.”

Before Goku could press further, a familiar voice cut through the night. “You have a lot of questions, Kakarot.”

The group turned to see Turles approaching, Avoca at his side. His presence was commanding, his expression calm but intense. “Perhaps I can provide the answers you’re looking for.”

The Crusher Corps stiffened but didn’t move to challenge their leader. Goku, however, straightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Turles approach.

Without waiting for an answer, Turles gestured for Goku to follow him. The Crusher Corps exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent, trailing behind as Turles led them deeper into the palace. Their path descended into the dimly lit depths, where the air grew cooler and carried a faint hum of energy.

“This way,” Turles said, his voice steady yet weighted with purpose.

Goku’s eyes wandered as they entered an expansive chamber. The room stretched far, its walls lined with rows of ancient scrolls, relics, and peculiar devices, each emanating a faint aura of history and power. Strange symbols etched into the walls glowed faintly, illuminating unfamiliar artifacts scattered throughout. Each piece seemed to pulse with the weight of the Saiyan legacy, pressing down on Goku as if the very air carried the echoes of a civilization long lost.

“What is this place?” Goku asked, his curiosity bubbling despite a nagging sense of unease.

Turles stepped forward, gesturing around the room. “These are the Saiyan archives—the remnants of our people’s legacy. Artifacts salvaged from Sadala, fragments of our history gathered from other planets. It’s all that remains of who we were before our race fell to ruin.”

Goku paused, his gaze falling on a large stone table at the room’s center. The table was etched with glowing, intricate markings, softly pulsating with energy. Something about the symbols felt oddly familiar to him, though he couldn’t quite place why.

Turles turned to face him, studying him intently. “What do you know about our race, Kakarot? About the history of the Saiyans, beyond what you’ve learned through your battles and experiences?”

Goku scratched the back of his head, trying to recall the fragments of information he had gathered over the years. “Honestly, not much. I’ve learned bits and pieces, but I’ve never had the full picture.”

Turles’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “Then, you’ve only scratched the surface. What if I told you that I, along with my comrades, were part of the Great Saiyan War? That we lived through it?”

Goku blinked, processing the words. “Wait... you guys were part of that war? But how is that even possible? You all look like you’re my age, maybe older.”

Turles’s expression grew more somber, his voice growing quiet as he spoke. “The divine fruit of the Tree of Might granted us longevity. At first, it was a gift—power, strength beyond our wildest imaginations. But there was a time, a long time ago, when we sought more. We turned to dark alchemy—draining the life force of others to sustain ourselves. It’s a part of our past that I’d rather forget.”

Goku’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You...you actually did that? That’s pretty dark.”

Turles nodded, a bitter edge to his smile. “It was a desperate time. But we’ve moved on. What I seek now is a way to reshape the future of the Saiyan race. The power of the Tree... it can be harnessed to ensure the survival of our people. If we can unlock its true potential, we can rise above the mistakes of our past. To truly awaken the Tree’s potential—to make it bear fruit that transcends what we’ve seen—it must be imbued with divine energy.”

Goku’s curiosity flared, though caution lingered in his voice. “Divine energy?”

Turles’s gaze turned sharp. “You’ve trained with Angels. You’ve accessed power that goes beyond mortal comprehension. With your energy, Kakarot, the Tree could reach its true potential. And through it, the Saiyan race could rise again—stronger than ever.”

Goku narrowed his eyes. “What’s the point, Turles? What are you aiming for with all this?”

Turles’s demeanor shifted, his calm exterior cracking slightly as he leaned forward. “The Saiyan race has been scattered, reduced to mere survivors and footnotes in the universe’s history. I want to unite us. To give us purpose. To rebuild our legacy. But to do that, sacrifices are necessary.”

The word “sacrifices” made Goku’s chest tighten. His mind raced, piecing together what Turles was implying. “Wait a minute... The dying planets—those seeds you’ve been planting. That was you, wasn’t it? You’re the reason those planets are gone!”

Turles straightened, his expression unflinching. “Those planets were necessary sacrifices. Their life forces feed the Tree, strengthening its roots, its fruit. It’s all for the greater good, Kakarot.”

Goku’s fists clenched, his voice rising. “You’re destroying lives—whole worlds—for your idea of a ‘greater good’? That’s not how you bring people together, Turles! That’s the same twisted logic that ruined our race in the first place!”

The tension in the room grew thick as the Crusher Corps looked between the two Saiyans, their unease mounting. None of them dared to intervene, unsure of where their loyalties lay.

Turles’s calm mask finally cracked, a flare of frustration lighting his eyes. “You’ve always had the luxury of standing on a moral high ground, Kakarot. But not everyone has the choices you’ve been given. For those of us who’ve fought to survive, power is the only language the universe respects.”

Goku’s brow furrowed as he processed Turles’s words. “And you think using that power—taking what you’ve learned from the past—is the way to go? What happened to just living and fighting for what’s right?”

Turles stepped closer to Goku, his tone growing more intense. “You of all people should understand, Kakarot. You and Vegeta—both of you wield power to protect what you care about. Why should I be any different? I’m doing this for the Saiyan race!”

Goku took a step back, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get it. Power like that... it won’t solve everything. You can’t just force things to go your way. That’s how we end up destroying everything, just like before.”

Turles’s face twisted with frustration, his calm demeanor cracking. “Then you leave me no choice, Kakarot. I’ll do whatever it takes to secure our future—even if you stand in my way.”

He turned to the Crusher Corps, giving them a sharp nod. The group exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions conflicted. Amond’s fists tightened, Daiz shifted uncomfortably, and even the stoic Cacao hesitated. They had spent time training with Goku, bonding over shared struggles and moments of camaraderie. But under Turles’s command, their loyalty was clear—whether they liked it or not.

The tension in the air was palpable as they stepped forward, their faces hardening into resolute masks. Goku frowned, sensing their reluctance despite their outward determination.

“Sorry, Kakarot,” Amond muttered, glancing at Goku apologetically.

Goku stood firm, his fists clenching, ready to fight. “So am I.”

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the impending clash. Goku knew this fight was coming, and he could feel the weight of the decision that lay before him. Turles had pushed him too far. Now, Goku would stand his ground, no matter what.

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Writer’s Note:

Turles’s true colors are finally coming to light. This is the moment we see why the King kidnapped Goku. At first, Turles tried to appeal to Goku by showing him the heritage he’s missed out on, hoping he would willingly join his cause. But Goku, being true to himself, doesn’t need to know every detail of Turles’s plans to sense that what he’s doing—or planning to do—is wrong.

The Crushers add an interesting layer of tension here. They’ve bonded with Goku in their own way, but their loyalty ultimately lies with Turles. Now, they find themselves caught in a moral conflict: stay loyal to their King or confront the growing realization that Goku might be right. With these conflicting loyalties in play, who knows what will happen next?

CHAPTER 18: THE CHASE TO IDUN

The streets of the city erupted into chaos as Noppal burst out of the club, his heavy boots skidding across the pavement. His scouter beeped furiously, alerting him to the two powerful energy signatures closing in fast. He whipped around, spotting Vegeta and Gohan emerging from the smoke and debris of the raid.

With a curse under his breath, Noppal shot into the air, his aura flaring around him as he blasted through the crowded skyline. The force of his takeoff shattered nearby windows, and civilians below scattered, shielding themselves from the shockwave.

“There he goes!” Gohan shouted, his own aura igniting as he and Vegeta shot into the sky in pursuit.

Noppal glanced over his shoulder, gritting his teeth as he saw how quickly they were gaining on him. He raised one hand, firing a barrage of ki blasts into the streets below to create a distraction. The explosions rattled the city, sending plumes of smoke and dust into the air as cars flipped and storefronts shattered.

“We can’t let him destroy the city!” Gohan yelled, diving toward the blasts. He raised his hands, intercepting one of the explosions with a burst of his own energy, while Vegeta deflected another with a precise swing of his arm.

“You think I’m going to let you slow me down?” Noppal shouted, firing more energy attacks indiscriminately.

“Damn it!” Vegeta growled, narrowly dodging a blast aimed at a nearby building. He sent a small, controlled ki burst to counter it, ensuring no civilians were hurt. “If you have a plan, now’s the time!”

Gohan glanced ahead, his sharp eyes spotting an open plaza where the crowd was thinner. “I have an idea.”

Vegeta gave a short nod, his focus still locked on Noppal.

Without hesitation, Gohan peeled away, his aura dimming as he dropped toward the city streets, weaving through the alleys to circle around.

Noppal noticed the change in their formation, his scouter struggling to track Gohan’s signature as it disappeared. He smirked, his confidence swelling.

“Trying to outsmart me, are you?” Noppal muttered, increasing his speed and flying higher into the city skyline. He twisted through towering skyscrapers, using the narrow passages to his advantage.

Vegeta, unrelenting, closed the gap, his aura crackling as he tore through the air. Noppal turned sharply, blasting through a crowded marketplace. The force of his speed sent carts and debris flying, but Vegeta followed seamlessly, his movements precise.

“I’m done running!” Noppal snarled, spinning mid-flight to fire another volley of ki blasts.

Vegeta didn’t falter, weaving through the attacks with ease before returning fire. His own blasts were smaller and controlled, aimed to force Noppal into the open rather than destroy the city around them.

The chase stretched on, moving through every corner of the city—skimming rooftops, diving through narrow alleyways, and racing along the outskirts. Sweat dripped from Noppal’s brow as he realized Vegeta wasn’t tiring, his relentless pursuit pushing him further toward desperation.

Finally, Vegeta closed the distance in a burst of speed, slamming into Noppal and sending him hurtling into the side of a building. The impact cracked the wall, debris raining down as Noppal struggled to recover. Before he could fully regain his footing, Vegeta grabbed him by the collar of his battle suit, lifting him off the ground with ease.

“Where’s Turles?” Vegeta hissed, his voice low and menacing. “Where can we find him?”

Noppal’s eyes widened briefly, his scouter flickering as it processed Vegeta’s power. Then his lips curled into a sneer. “I’m not telling you anything,” he spat. 

Vegeta’s scowl deepened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might finish things right there. But instead of striking, he smirked coldly.

“Oh, you’ll talk.”

Before Noppal could react, Vegeta placed two fingers on his forehead. In an instant, the two vanished, leaving only the faint hum of displaced air behind.

***

The rocky terrain outside the city was eerily quiet, save for the sound of the wind brushing against jagged stones. Gohan stood at the ready, sensing Vegeta’s energy appear behind him. He turned to see Vegeta holding a stunned Noppal by the collar.

“It worked!” Gohan said, relief washing over him. “At least we’re away from the city now.”

Vegeta released Noppal, letting him stumble to the ground. “That’s the only time I’ll willingly use Instant Transmission,” he grumbled.

Noppal staggered to his feet, his body glowing faintly as he tapped into the reserves of the fruit’s energy. His scouter beeped faintly, and he smirked. “You think moving me here will change anything? You’re fools.”

“Keep talking,” Vegeta said coldly, stepping forward.

Noppal roared, his power surging as he charged at Vegeta, aiming a powerful punch. But Vegeta sidestepped with ease, countering with a devastating knee to the gut. The force sent Noppal sprawling across the rocky ground.

Gohan joined the fray, his energy crackling as he unleashed a series of rapid strikes. Noppal tried to retaliate, but he was slowing down, his reserves waning. Still, his cunning kept him unpredictable, and he managed to keep both Saiyans on their toes.

Finally, Vegeta delivered a decisive blow, a crushing punch to Noppal’s jaw that sent him crumpling to the ground, unconscious.

“Hmph,” Vegeta muttered, brushing dust off his gloves.

Moments later, the sound of a ship descending broke the quiet. The Galactic Patrol arrived, with Truffle, Tarble, and Broly leading the way. Truffle carried a small device in hand, signaling the Patrol to secure the area.

Tarble approached, his expression serious. “The other guy is in Galactic Patrol custody. He’s given us enough to pinpoint Turles’s location.”

Truffle nodded, stepping forward. “It’s a planet called Idun. That’s where Turles has been operating, and where the Saiyan race has been quietly rebuilding under his leadership.”

“Idun…” Vegeta said, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp. “Good. We’ll finally put an end to his reign.”

Truffle continued, “Before we came here, I had Meelo hack into Dakon’s ship. It had the exact coordinates to get there.”

Gohan glanced between them, his determination evident. “Then we know where to go. We can’t waste any more time.”

Vegeta’s lips curled into a smirk. “Turles won’t see us coming. We’ll strike before they even realize.”

Truffle nodded in agreement. “I’ll set the course. The Galactic Patrol will handle things here while we move forward.”

Tarble’s expression shifted as he processed the revelation. “A whole planet... hidden, full of our people. After everything we’ve been told—after all these years thinking our race was wiped out...” He trailed off, the weight of the discovery clear in his voice.

Vegeta glanced at his younger brother, his usual stoic demeanor softening ever so slightly. He looked away for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “It’s... unsettling, I know. For so long, I believed we were the last of our kind. That the Saiyan race only lived on in memory.”

Tarble met Vegeta’s gaze, surprised by the rare glimpse of vulnerability in his older brother. “Do you think they’ll even recognize us as their own? Or have they become something else entirely?”

Vegeta’s fists clenched at his sides. “That doesn’t matter. Saiyans are Saiyans, no matter how far they’ve strayed. If Turles has twisted them into something unrecognizable, then it’s up to us to set things right. This isn’t just about him—it’s about the future of our race.”

Tarble nodded, his resolve strengthening. “Then we’ll face whatever’s there together. We owe it to our people—and to ourselves.”

***

As the team loaded into Truffle’s ship, Tarble stood near the communication console, his expression softening as Gure’s voice came through. “Are you and Vegeta okay?” she asked, her concern evident.

“We’re fine,” Tarble replied, his tone reassuring. “We’ve been through worse. Vegeta’s here too—still as stubborn as ever,  but we’ll manage.”

A faint chuckle came from Gure before Bulma’s voice chimed in. “You better make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless, Tarble. I don’t have the patience to patch him up again!”

Vegeta crossed his arms, overhearing the conversation. “Tell Bulma I’ll be fine,” he said, his tone tinged with mock annoyance.

Tarble smirked and relayed the message, earning a sarcastic laugh from Bulma. “Sure you are, Vegeta.”

The brief exchange brought a moment of levity to the group before the seriousness of their mission settled back in.

As the team awaited the arrival of the Kais, a quiet tension filled the air. Moments later, the ground outside the ship began to shimmer with energy. Supreme Kai and South Kai materialized before them, standing just beyond the ship’s ramp. Their expressions were somber, their urgency apparent.

Supreme Kai didn’t waste any time. “We’ve gathered more intel about Turles’s operations. Somehow—” he began, but Truffle stepped forward, holding up the small sack containing the dangerous seeds they had recovered.

“These are the seeds,” Truffle said, her tone grave as she handed the sack over to Supreme Kai. “Turles is working with the criminal underworld to distribute these seeds across various planets. He’s not just trying to grow the fruit—he’s testing which planets can sustain the Tree of Might, with the goal of mass-producing it across the universe.”

Supreme Kai’s expression darkened. “So, Turles is planning a widespread operation, hoping to harness the power of the Tree on a massive scale.”

Truffle nodded, her voice tense. “Exactly. If he succeeds, the consequences could be catastrophic. He’ll have the means to control countless worlds.”

Gohan, standing nearby, clenched his fists. “And wiping out planets that can’t.”

South Kai frowned, his eyes darkening. “This is far more dangerous than we thought…” He trailed off, the implications heavy in the air.

“We won’t let this get any further,” Truffle added.

Supreme Kai nodded, taking the sack with a solemn expression. “We’ll make sure these seeds are destroyed. It’s a necessary step to prevent Turles from achieving whatever he’s planning.”

With the seeds now in the Kais’ possession, the tension in the air only deepened. Supreme Kai gave the group a meaningful look before he and South Kai turned to leave.

“We’ll take care of this,” Supreme Kai said. “Your path now leads to Idun. Be cautious. What you find there may be more than even you expect.”

As the Kais vanished, the team gathered their final preparations. The ship’s engines hummed to life, ready to take them to their next destination. Tarble looked at Vegeta, a quiet determination settling over them both.

“Ready?” Tarble asked.

Vegeta, his expression hardening, gave a single nod. “Always.”

The team blasted off into the skies, leaving the planet behind, and heading towards the unknown dangers waiting on Iden.

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Writer’s Note:

Next stop: Idun.

My favorite moment in this chapter is when Vegeta uses Instant Transmission. Ever since he learned it during the Moro arc and vowed never to use it again, I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to force his hand. Gohan coming up with the idea to fly far away from the city so Vegeta could trace his ki and use Instant Transmission to keep the city out of harm’s way felt like the perfect solution. It was such a cool and strategic moment to write.

What makes this scene even more special is how rare it is to see Vegeta and Gohan working together like this. Sure, they’ve fought in the same battles before, but they’ve never truly coordinated their attacks or worked side by side. This chapter gave me the chance to explore that dynamic, and I loved showcasing their teamwork.