After unlocking everyone's potential, the Grand Elder Guru's gaze fell upon Bulma.
Bulma blinked, startled. "Me too?"
Turles nodded. "Go ahead, Bulma. It's always good to have some power to defend yourself."
Once the Grand Elder finished, Bulma's Power Level sat at exactly 520. What a lovely number, Turles thought, amused by the coincidence.
With the potential unlocks complete, the group's combat strength had undergone a earth-shattering transformation:
Turles: 8,000,000
Son Goku: 3,200,000
Piccolo: 250,000
Son Gohan: 120,000
Krillin: 80,000
Bulma: 520
"I leave the fate of Planet Namek in your hands," the Grand Elder said solemnly.
"Leave it to us, Grand Elder!" Goku replied, brimming with energy. "I can feel some incredible power levels out there. I can't wait!"
Turles, meanwhile, looked at the system prompts for the "Namekian Bloodline" and "Potential Unlock" attributes he had collected. He fell into deep thought.
What use is this bloodline? Should I absorb it? Will it mess with my Saiyan DNA?
As if reading his mind, the System chimed in.
[Bloodlines can be directly devoured. The system will extract the potential and advantages, eventually refining them into your own unique, exclusive bloodline.]
"So, like a high-spec version of Cell?"
[Please do not compare this system's capabilities to a creature like Cell!]
"Fine, fine. In that case, devour it."
As the Namekian bloodline was absorbed, Turles felt an immediate change. His power surged further, reaching 12,000,000.
"What an incredible ability. And that's just the residual boost from the potential increase. I feel terrifyingly strong right now!"
Meanwhile, on another part of the planet, Vegeta had already dealt with Frieza's "left and right hands" and Cui. In response, Frieza had summoned the Ginyu Force.
Frieza grit his teeth. "That filthy Saiyan monkey has caused me far too much trouble. He's asking for death!"
Outside Frieza's spaceship, five small Attack Balls slammed into the ground.
"They're finally here. Ginyu Force, I've been waiting for you."
Frieza sat in his hoverchair, watching the hatches open. Five aliens of various shapes and sizes stepped out.
One was short, green, and had four eyes. One was tall, blue, and slender. One was red-skinned with long white hair. Another was massive, muscular, and had orange hair. In the center stood their leader—purple-skinned with black horns.
This was the Ginyu Force.
As they landed before Frieza, they immediately launched into their elaborate introduction routine. Frieza watched, visibly embarrassed.
This group would eventually have a profound (and arguably traumatizing) influence on Gohan's future aesthetic choices. After all, their poses were... a lot.
Looking at you, Great Saiyaman...
"RECOOME!"
"BURTER!"
"JEICE!"
"GULDO!"
"CAPTAIN GINYU!"
"TOGETHER, WE ARE... THE GINYU FORCE!"
Watching the performance, cold sweat broke out on Frieza's face. He truly couldn't handle this brand of "performance art."
"I... I have been waiting for you!" Frieza managed to say. "I need your help with something."
To be able to make Lord Frieza stutter was a testament to the Ginyu Force's unique "talents."
The team immediately snapped into a more professional stance. "We appreciate your trust, Lord Frieza! What is our mission?"
Frieza's expression darkened. "That traitor Vegeta stole my Dragon Balls. I need you to get them back. Then, bring Vegeta to me alive. I want him to understand the consequences of betrayal!"
"Keep him alive! You may 'educate' him a little, but do not kill him!"
It seemed the Great King still had a soft spot for Vegeta.
The Ginyu Force nodded in unison. "Leave it to us, Lord Frieza!"
They tapped their latest-model Scouters. "We've located them. Wait for the good news, Lord Frieza!"
Watching them vanish into the distance, Frieza chuckled. "Ho-ho-ho-ho! Vegeta, when you are dragged back before me, I will show you the true meaning of cruelty!"
Just as Turles and the others stepped out of the Grand Elder's home, Captain Ginyu and his men intercepted Vegeta.
"One, two, three, four, five, six... It seems all the Dragon Balls you stole from Lord Frieza are here. In that case, Mr. Vegeta, would you be so kind as to hand them over?"
"Are you joking? I went through hell to get these!"
"Is that so? Well then, which of you wants to handle Vegeta? I'll take the Dragon Balls back to Lord Frieza first."
The members of the Ginyu Force immediately started a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors.
Vegeta's veins throbbed in his forehead. "Are you mocking me? I am not the same Vegeta I was before!"
Recoome emerged as the winner. He turned his gaze toward Vegeta with a mocking grin. "Heh heh heh. Vegeta-chan, let's have a little 'chat,' shall we?"
"RECOOME... KICK!"
"What?! Such speed!"
Seeing Recoome engage Vegeta, Ginyu shook his head. He used his telekinesis to lift the Dragon Balls and began flying back toward Frieza.
"Bastard! Leave those Dragon Balls alone!"
"Vegeta-chan, do you really have time to worry about the Dragon Balls? You should be worrying about yourself!"
As Recoome's aura exploded, Vegeta was forced to get serious. Their battle intensified instantly.
Back at the Grand Elder's, Goku sensed the energy. "Vegeta is here on Namek? Who is he fighting?"
"Why don't we go find out?" Turles suggested.
The group took off toward Vegeta's location. Turles carried Bulma; even though she had a bit of Ki now, she still hadn't learned how to fly.
When they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of Recoome absolutely thrashing Vegeta.
Turles couldn't help but mock him. "Well, well, if it isn't Prince Vegeta. We haven't seen each other in a while, and you've already let yourself go?"
Burter and the others noticed the newcomers. "How interesting. He has accomplices?"
"Jeice, let's go!"
Turles had no interest in these clowns, though he was curious about Guldo's psychic abilities.
"Gohan, they're yours. Use this as a chance to get used to your new power."
Gohan nodded seriously. Goku and Piccolo stayed back; the Ginyu Force was simply too weak to interest them.
Krillin, however, followed Gohan. "Save one for me, Gohan! I want to test my strength too!"
After all, this was a "winning game"—he hadn't had one of those in a long time!
On the other side, Vegeta was fighting for his life. "Damn it! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! How can I be losing to a single member of the Ginyu Force?! DIE!"