Chapter 17: Paragus's Brilliant Idea
"Turles, that woman you brought back—the one who looks exactly like a Saiyan!" Paragus spoke incoherently.
"Yeah, I brought her. So what? Don't tell me you've taken a liking to her? Absolutely not. You're an old bastard—whether you're even still capable is questionable. Besides, she's the Galactic Patrolman's companion. I still need her. You can't touch her." Turles assumed Paragus, having been cooped up on Vampa too long, was getting excited over seeing a woman.
"I'm perfectly capable, damn it!" Paragus took extreme offense at questioning his virility, nearly launching into profanity.
"Then what is it?" Before Paragus could explode, Turles redirected his attention.
"Uh, what was I saying? Right, I remember now. Your interruption almost made me forget." Paragus shot Turles a resentful look that gave him goosebumps.
"I mean that woman—aside from low battle power, she looks exactly like a Saiyan. Which means if you mated with her, you could produce the next generation of Saiyans. If that works, we just need to conquer her planet. Even with few Saiyans currently, we could continue the bloodline. Give it twenty years, and Saiyan numbers would recover. What do you think?" Paragus laid out his entire plan in one breath, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Pfft!"
Turles, who'd just taken a sip of energy drink, sprayed it everywhere.
He stared at this "genius" in shock. In his mind, ten thousand alpacas stampeded past.
Though thinking it over, Turles had to admit Paragus's idea was viable. Earthlings and Saiyans truly had no reproductive barrier. Plus Earthlings matched Saiyan aesthetic preferences. No wonder Nappa had mentioned using Earth women to repopulate the Saiyan race.
And Saiyan-human hybrids did seem to have excellent potential. Gohan was called the Saiyan with the greatest potential. Goten and Trunks also showed promise—achieving Super Saiyan at remarkably young ages despite the previous generation's influence.
After a long pause, Turles recovered and shook his head, weakly countering: "Why not Broly? He's also suitable!"
"Impossible! That woman's battle power is so pathetic—how could she deserve Broly's bloodline? Broly can only mate with a pure female Saiyan. And she must be elite-class!" Paragus immediately rejected the suggestion, face full of disdain.
"You—!" Turles wanted to fire an energy blast at the old bastard. He hadn't expected Paragus to target HIM specifically.
Seeing barely-concealed smugness on Paragus's face, Turles spoke in an eerie tone: "You'll be waiting a while then. Besides Vegeta, whether any elite-class Saiyans even survive is questionable. Female elite warriors? When do you think Broly will have descendants?"
Seeing Paragus's smugness freeze, Turles continued twisting the knife: "Besides, with Broly's personality, whether he even knows how to find a woman is debatable. You'll probably be in the afterlife before seeing your grandson."
Unlike emotionally-detached Saiyans, Paragus had spent eighteen years living with Broly on Vampa. He did feel some affection for his son. Plus, wanting to revive the Saiyans meant becoming the new royal family per his agreement with Turles. If he successfully revived the race but the royal line only lasted two generations, what was the point of all his effort?
Thinking deeper made it worse. Paragus's composure completely crumbled. His smugness vanished entirely while Turles's smile grew.
Indeed, smiles don't disappear—they just transfer to someone else.
"Hehehe!"
Watching Paragus rush off to give Broly "the talk," Turles's mood improved tremendously. Couldn't help releasing a mischievous chuckle.
Though Paragus had stirred up his thoughts too.
Dragon Ball had plenty of beautiful women. Current-timeline Bulma and Chi-Chi, Launch, future Android 18 and Videl, even the Sixth Universe's Angel Vados—these female characters added considerable appeal to the series. Who knew how many fans had wanted to duel that bald monk Krillin over 18? His previous-life self had been among them.
Though current 18 was probably still a little girl. He wondered if Lazuli had been captured yet by Dr. Gero and converted into an android.
Turles's mind wandered through random thoughts, an unconscious smile playing on his lips.
"Achoo!" Far away on Earth, a blonde girl staring hungrily at cakes in a shop window suddenly sneezed.
"Lazuli, did you catch a cold?" A dark-haired boy beside her asked with concern.
"I'm fine. Let's go." Lazuli waved it off, swallowing once more before walking away with the boy.
Current Lazuli had no idea someone across the universe was thinking about her.
"What are you thinking about, smiling so creepily?" A voice interrupted Turles's daydream. Snapping back to reality, he looked toward the source.
A golden-haired beauty stood before him. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans—form-fitting clothes that traced elegant curves, showcasing a wonderful figure. Golden hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing crystalline earlobes. Her radiant face combined with fair skin created a stunning impression.
"Tights?" Turles asked uncertainly.
"Mm!"
Tights nodded lightly, very satisfied with Turles's reaction. A smile curved her lips.
Getting confirmation, Turles still found it hard to believe. The difference between this vision and the ash-covered Tights from earlier was too extreme.
Present Tights could pass for a twenty-year-old girl. The Brief family genes were terrifyingly strong. Age-resistant genetics meant time left no mark on Tights—instead adding mature charm that young girls lacked through accumulated experience.
"Truly surprising. I didn't expect you to be this beautiful," Turles praised sincerely.
"Oh? Saiyans compliment women? That's not what Jaco told me." Tights accepted the praise gracefully, smiling like a sly fox as she teased him playfully.
"Ahem!" Turles coughed, not answering. He actively changed the subject.
"By the way, did you need something?"
Hearing the question, Tights's smile faded. She turned serious: "I just overheard your conversation. Are you planning to invade my planet?"
Seems he'd been too distracted by Paragus—he'd completely missed Tights's ki signature. Turles mentally grumbled.
"No, we have no current plans for Earth. Our next destination is the Galactic Center, so you can relax." Turles gave his assurance.
"Earth? You know about Earth?" Tights immediately caught the slip in his words, excitedly grabbing his arm.
"Uh! Earth? What Earth?"
Turles hadn't expected Tights to catch that. He immediately played dumb.
"..." The terrible performance left Tights speechless. She just watched with an expression that said "I'll wait while you keep performing."
Even thick-skinned Turles couldn't withstand that gaze for long. Finally, he relented: "Fine, I do know Earth." Before Tights could celebrate, he quickly added: "Don't expect me to take you back. I will visit Earth eventually, but definitely not now!"
"Go back? I don't want to go back!" Tights seemed surprised. Though she did miss her family after all these years, she wasn't planning to return yet.
Still, hearing Turles had no invasion plans let her truly relax. Just then, the ship began launching, so she turned and left.
Watching Tights's graceful retreating figure, Turles smiled wryly and shook his head.
Gradually, the ship departed Planet Kano, continuing toward the next layover. Turles resumed training—but not alone this time. The day after Raditz woke up, Turles began training him intensively. Besides five hours of mental simulation daily, another five hours were spent sparring with Raditz.
One month later.
After suppressing his ki, Turles once again knocked Raditz to the ground. Watching the gasping Raditz, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Not bad, Raditz. Much better performance this time. Keep it up."
"Heh..." Raditz didn't respond verbally, just smiled bitterly.
Seeing that, Turles immediately frowned. "What, I spend time training you and you're unhappy about it?"
"Satisfied! Absolutely satisfied!" Raditz jolted alert, responding immediately.
This past month had been hell. Turles had latched onto him obsessively whenever free time appeared, subjecting him to bizarre training methods that left deep psychological scars.
But the results were undeniable. In just one month, Raditz's battle power had increased over 500 points. He now measured 1,800—nearly matching three years of previous growth.
Actually, Turles hadn't wanted this either. Ever since Paragus had stirred up those thoughts, his body seemed to have awakened. His mind kept flooding with pink memories. Combined with the uninhibited Tights aboard the ship, he'd needed to vent excess energy somehow—Raditz became the outlet. But he'd die before admitting that.
Still, Raditz's suffering was nearly over. Just moments ago, Karl had delivered excellent news: the long-awaited gravity training chamber was finally complete. During training, Turles's excitement had made him hit Raditz a bit harder than intended!
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