Capítulo 42: Chapter 42: New Namek!
New Namek stretched out before the descending spaceship, a land of green rolling hills, tranquil lakes, and ancient forests. Three suns hung in the sky, casting a warm and golden radiance across the planet's surface. Despite the constant daylight, there was an air of calmness, as if time itself moved at a leisurely pace.
The planet's unique environment sustained a variety of life. Fish swam in the clear waters of lakes, their scales reflecting the sunlight in shades of blue and silver. Amphibious creatures hopped along the shores, adding their voices to the natural symphony of New Namek's sounds. The Namekians, a peaceful race in tune with their world, lived in villages that blended seamlessly with the landscape. Simple yet functional huts nestled beneath the trees and the air was filled with the scent of vegetation and earth.
The rhythm of life on New Namek followed its own course, with a year lasting only 130 days by Earth standards. This shorter year seemed to match the unhurried pace of the planet, where moments were savoured, and nature's balance remained unspoiled. As the spaceship touched down, the serenity of Namek faced an uncertain future. Lord Turles has arrived! The Namekians haven't forgotten the horrors wrought upon their people by the Frieza Force.
Terror seized its people like a shadow strangling their throats. The warrior Namekians readied themselves to sacrifice their lives for the children and the helpless. It hasn't been that long ago since their entire species was wiped out by Frieza's forces. There was only one reason why a spaceship like that would be landing down on their world, the dragon balls. A heavy sense of depression filled the Namekians.
Was this how it was going to be their entire lives? Could they not just be a planet full of peaceful people living peaceful lives? Did their way of life always have to come at the expense of the selfishness of others? Why did it have to be this way?! Was it a crime to be a peace-loving race? Perhaps they should never create sets of dragon balls ever again…
However, regardless of how the Namekians felt on New Namek, Turles would ensure that he would get his wishes—no matter the methods he had to employ. Lucky for the Namekians, Turles was far more of a humanitarian compared to someone like Frieza. Whether that was something of praise, considering who Frieza was, was something only the individual could judge.
As most of the warrior Namekians shivered and shook as they readied themselves to greet whoever was in the ship, Turles stepped out of his pod and ordered the soldiers to open the landing pad. He ordered them to stay on the ship and wait for his command before going out and rounding up all of the Namekians. Despite the average strength of a Namekian, they were a stubborn race that was willing to face the extinction of their entire race over giving in to evil.
Just using force wouldn't be enough to subdue the Namekians. It was only sheer luck that Frieza got even close to seeing Porunga. Frieza would've never gotten his wish of immortality from the Namekians with his mindset. Turles had to commend the Namekians. It took a will of steel not to bend the knee under a superior foe willing to murder children, brothers, and loved ones in front of you. He needed these people on his side, one way or another.
"Leave you monsters!" A slim warrior Namekian shouted.
"Haven't you already learned? We will not bow down to evil!" A broad-shouldered Namekian assisted.
"You will not accomplish what you seek here, evil-hearted one." An elderly Namekian waved his staff.
"Normally, you'd be right." Turles gave a small smile. "Unfortunately for others, I don't play fair." He chuckled, using the Kai Kai technique.
Using the dragon radar, Turles skipped the hassle of having to wrestle the giant dragon balls out of the blood corpse-grip hands of the Namekians. Simple telekinesis to heft them up, teleport to the next area, and repeat as needed. In seven or so quick hops, Turles had gathered all of the dragon balls before the Namekians knew what was going on. He then teleported to the new elder of the Namekians, Moori.
"Hey, there, pal. Can't let you do something to ruin my plans. I hope that's alright with you." Turles seized the Namekian Elder's entire body through psychic power.
He could only hopelessly blink his eyes in terror and frustration as this soldier of Frieza captured him. Turles grabbed his head and began reading his memories, stealing the language of the Namekians for himself. Otherwise, how else would he be able to make his wishes? The Saiyan laughed as he stole all the necessary knowledge and began to start the wish-making progress for the arrival of Porunga.
Moori's personal guard, a Namekian similar to Nail, has been fiercely attacking Turles since he teleported here. Turles's tail met the desperate warrior's attacks at every step. It was like a fencing match until Turles shot a beam through his tail and blasted the Namekian's brain out of his skull.
"Takkaraputo popurunga pupirittoparo!" Turles manically laughed as he fluently recited the password to activate the Namekian dragon balls.
Moori's eyes widened in complete astonishment and horror. This outsider! How was he able to know of their password?! He knew for a fact that none of the other Namekians would give it up to such a pure evil being! Moori struggled hopelessly with all of his strength to even move his tongue. He would prevent this evil invader from getting his wishes if it were the last thing he did!
The dragon balls began flashing as the password took hold. The sky darkened on a planet with three suns as a single bright light shot up into the sky. At the apex of its rise, the light gave birth to a magnificent mighty dragon! Porunga stood before Turles, who summoned him, a creature of raw power and imposing presence. Unlike the more graceful form of Shenron, Porunga's physique is dominated by rugged strength. His upper body is heavily muscled, with pronounced pectoral muscles, robust shoulders, and a set of well-defined abdominal muscles.
In contrast to Shenron's serpent-like appearance, Porunga's appearance was more reminiscent of an alligator. His body was elongated and sinuous, with a long, slithery tail that served as his lower form. The aura of might surrounded him, emphasized by the large fin running down the center of his back, extending his formidable presence. Distinctive features further set him apart. Large spikes jut forth from his shoulders and head. On his forehead, two antennae rise, mirroring the similar features of the Namekian people who have called him forth.
"You have collected all seven dragon balls, and now as it is written. Think wisely, and I will grant you three wishes within my power." Porunga didn't look pleased to see him, which brought a smile to Turles's face.
Then Turles began making his wishes. Magic was now useless against him and would only make him stronger, he now had a portable modified Hyperbolic Time Chamber that could expand and shrink at his will, and his ki had the additional property of promoting life that he could control at will.
The first one was preparation against magical beings like Moro. The second one was for his personal use. It allowed one to train for ten years in a single day, there was no limit to how many could enter, and an unlimited supply of food. The third one was to abuse the usefulness of the Fruit of Might, the senzu beans, and the Ensenji he stole from Hell on his way to New Namek. He could use his own energy to help planets recover from being sucked dry by the Seed of Might. There was also the option to speed up the growth of senzu beans and Ensenji.
"Alright, began the invasion. Round up all of the Namekians." Turles gave the order through his scouter.
His mission here was halfway complete. With a content look on his face, Turles called his hover pod over to where he was. In the meantime, he had quite an intimate moment with Moori while he waited for his ride to show. His arm impaled itself in the Namekian Elder's gut as Turles gently massaged his spine. Moori gurgled and attempted to say something to him, but the only thing Turles heard was the sound of him choking on his own blood before he pulled down on his spine.
The leader of the Namekians fell to the ground dead with his head in his abdomen. Turles used his ki to clean himself of the purple blood staining his armour and skin. He didn't feel any enjoyment or pleasure in killing the old man. Moori was weak, after all. A Saiyan he might be, but Turles didn't gain joy out of killing the weak and innocent.
Turles rode back to his ship at a leisurely pace in his hover pod, enjoying the beautiful view of New Namek. He could hear screams, shouting, and yelling over his scouter as his men worked to gather all of the Namekians. It didn't ruin his feelings of appreciation for the great view he was witnessing somehow. Things were going great, and Turles was very pleased.
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