As Goku hovered in the air, surrounded by members of the Turles Crusher Corps, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and confusion. These aliens seemed to think he was one of them, but Goku had no idea who this Turles guy was.
One of the aliens, a bulky creature with sharp teeth, stepped forward and crossed his arms. "You're coming with us, Saiyan. Lord Turles doesn't like to wait."
Goku smiled, his carefree attitude shining through. "I get it, I get it. But I'm not really the type to follow orders just 'cause someone tells me to." He stretched his arms and yawned dramatically, completely ignoring the tension in the air. "Besides, I'm just here to relax. Can't a guy take a vacation in space?"
The Crusher Corps members exchanged confused glances. One of them muttered under his breath, "Is this guy for real?"
The large alien's patience was wearing thin. "Enough of this! You're either coming with us willingly, or we'll force you."
Goku grinned, his playful expression unchanged. "Oh, so we're fighting now? Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you!"
Without warning, the alien lunged at Goku, fist flying toward his face. But before the punch could connect, Goku disappeared, leaving only an afterimage behind. The Crusher Corps members looked around in shock as Goku reappeared behind them, casually floating in the air, arms crossed.
"You guys are kinda slow, huh?" Goku teased, laughing softly.
Frustrated, the alien who had attacked Goku growled and powered up, his energy spiking. "You'll regret mocking us, Saiyan!"
Before the alien could attack again, Goku raised a hand. "Wait, wait, hold on a second."
The Crusher Corps paused, confused. "What now?"
Goku grinned sheepishly. "Can we at least move this fight somewhere else? I don't wanna wreck the whole place. Plus, there's this food stall I wanna visit again. Their fruit was amazing!"
The Crusher Corps members blinked, completely dumbfounded. This Saiyan was… different. They had expected him to be ruthless, ready to fight to the death. Instead, here he was, talking about food and trying to keep things tidy.
Meanwhile, high above the planet, aboard a massive spaceship, Turles stood with his arms crossed, watching the events unfold through a scouter. His face was a mask of cold calculation.
"Interesting…" Turles muttered to himself. "This Saiyan has potential. But his attitude… it's almost like he doesn't care about power at all."
A subordinate approached him cautiously. "Lord Turles, should we intervene? It doesn't look like the Crusher Corps is doing too well."
Turles waved his hand dismissively. "No. Let them play their little game. I want to see what this Saiyan is truly capable of. If he's anything like me, he could be useful."
Turles's eyes gleamed with a sinister curiosity as he continued to observe the fight from afar.
Back on the planet, Goku had already taken out most of the Crusher Corps members without breaking a sweat. He hadn't even needed to power up.
The large alien, panting heavily, glared at Goku. "How… how are you this strong? You're just a Saiyan!"
Goku rubbed the back of his head, smiling awkwardly. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But honestly, I don't really care about strength all that much. I just like to train and get stronger for fun, you know?" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Oh, and to protect my friends, of course!"
The alien groaned, clutching his side where Goku had lightly tapped him during their brief exchange. "This is ridiculous…" he muttered, collapsing to the ground.
Just as Goku was about to fly off, a booming voice echoed across the sky. "So you're the Saiyan with the power level of 100,000. Interesting."
Goku looked up to see a large spaceship descending from the clouds. As it landed, a single figure stepped out: a man who looked almost exactly like Goku, but with a darker aura surrounding him.
Goku blinked in surprise. "Whoa, you look just like me! Well, except your hair's not as spiky… and you've got a real bad vibe going on."
The man smirked, walking toward Goku with confident strides. "I'm Turles. And you… are a Saiyan who doesn't seem to understand the potential of his own power."
Goku scratched his head, confused. "Uh… what?"
Turles's expression darkened. "We are Saiyans. Born to conquer. To dominate the universe. But you… you're wasting your strength on petty things like protecting others and relaxing. It's pathetic."
Goku frowned slightly. "Hey, I don't think you get it. I'm not wasting anything. I just fight because it's fun, and yeah, I protect my friends because I care about them. What's so bad about that?"
Turles crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "You're weak. You could have everything—a galaxy under your control, planets bowing to your power. But you choose this… this meaningless existence."
Goku shook his head. "Nah, you've got it all wrong. I don't need to conquer stuff to be strong. Besides, I'm not into all that ruling-the-galaxy stuff. Sounds boring." He grinned, his carefree attitude unwavering. "I'd rather eat good food and hang out with my friends than boss people around."
Turles's scowl deepened. "You really are a fool." He powered up, his energy flaring around him. "I was going to offer you a place in my ranks, but it seems you need to be taught a lesson first."
Goku's grin widened, and he dropped into a fighting stance. "Alright, if you wanna fight, let's do this! But don't blame me if you end up regretting it."
The two Saiyans faced off, the air around them crackling with tension. But while Turles was consumed by thoughts of conquest and domination, Goku remained as lighthearted as ever.
"Man, I hope this guy's not as tough as he looks," Goku thought to himself, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "I really don't wanna miss lunch!"
Turles launched himself at Goku, fists blazing with energy, but Goku easily dodged the attack, his movements fluid and precise. "You're fast," Turles growled, landing a few feet away. "But that won't be enough."
Goku shrugged, still smiling. "We'll see about that!"
The battle was just beginning, and Goku had no idea what twists and turns lay ahead. But one thing was certain—this encounter was going to be anything but ordinary.