[ I was born a low-class Saiyan. The name given to me by my parents is Turles... Whether it has any sort of meaning or not, I don't know, nor do I care.

My origin lies at Planet Vegeta... a planet that, like me, many other Saiyans call home. I heard we took it from another intelligent race... not that it matters.

Born with a power level of less than 50, I was supposed to be unremarkable. my perceived potential was determined to be low-class. It's a tag that normally shackles most Saiyans for life.

Since childhood, Saiyans are taught to revere strength... we are supposed to lay down our lives for King Vegeta and our race.

However, in my case... giving my life for those overlords at the top was an improbable proposition. Even though I was born a low-class Saiyan, I have long surpassed King Vegeta in power, against all odds. I would never sacrifice for a weak king.

More importantly, why would I fight for someone who has surrendered to that bastard Frieza?

Our race has long lost its pride.

I couldn't stay in such a place any longer, so I left...

This planet called Earth is perfect. Being in a remote part of the universe, sufficiently away from Frieza and the other Saiyans, I can plant the seed without the worry of them monitoring my every move. For that purpose, I have even discarded the wiretapped scouters handed out by Frieza.

I will surely take my revenge on him for forcing me to escape and fake my own death. By the time I have my hands on the full-fledged Tree of Might, not to mention Frieza and the other Saiyans, I will have the whole universe under me.

The idiots before me... the Earthlings... they suddenly charge from all directions.

First, from the front, the one who looks to be the leader, with a power level of 9000, comes along with the iron-cyborg. These fools are the most pesky, so I focus more on them. The others are just trash.

They launch some energy blasts, which I easily take. They nimbly attack and then retreat. They somehow escape with only a hair's length. Annoying.

They repeat the same tactic again and again in a loop.

I wonder what they are trying to accomplish with such a useless farce? It is only a matter of time before I catch them.

Other than these slightly stronger ones, I also had to watch out for the two weakest fighters among the bunch.

A dragon-like creature and a wild man... I found them sneakily getting near my tail. Some fools with power levels of just above 2000. What did they expect? With my tail, I easily swat them away.

Nothing more than a slight annoyance.

But not even a minute had gone by when they approached me again. How can that be? I'm sure, although my tail wasn't enough to kill them outright, they should still be severely injured. What is happening?

The fight goes on... I repel their countless combined assaults, severely injuring them numerous times. But whether it's the weaker ones or the stronger ones, they always seem to get back up right away...

Ohhh!! That's it. Although I have yet to uncover how they are getting up after my attacks, I have figured out their intentions. My tail! They are aiming for the tail.

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It seems like the weaker duo are trying to detach my tail while I am distracted by the stronger duo. How did these Earthlings know a Saiyan's weakness? They shouldn't know such crucial details about Saiyans in this remote part of the universe. Did some other force arrive here before us and tell them this information? Or could it have been someone from Frieza's force, maybe even a Saiyan?

Either way, however many times they miraculously heal and repeat the same tactic, it will all be the same. ]

Confident and fearing nothing, Turles becomes brazen. Blatantly disregarding his opponents, he starts to rant.

"Resistance is pointless... Bear witness; this is a Saiyan's primal form, the Oozaru. Normally we are required to be under a full moon to access this form. Becoming one without a real moon is an inefficient method that I don't normally like using."

"Compared to the authentic transformation method, the outcome is a significantly weaker Oozaru, as making a fake moon significantly drops my own power... Nonetheless, it is enough for the lot of you. Hahahaha!!!"

As Turles boasts and mocks his enemies, the battle momentarily stops, much to the relief of Shen and his group.

Shen is facing a dilemma right now. Even the combined effort of him, Tao, Giran, Bora, and Namu to defeat Turles is reaching nowhere. There is no conclusion in sight to their never-ending cycle of attempts at closing in on the great ape's tail or the fake moon.

The Saiyan has tremendous power, and even in his bulky, great ape form, his speed hasn't decreased a bit. Shen and his group have noticed this too.

"We have already depleted majority of our senzu beans... if this goes on for long, we will be soundly defeated," Namu subtly whispers. All this time, he has been treating his comrades with the senzu beans he is carrying.

Nonetheless, everyone hears him. They too are worried sick.

"Sigh! What do we do?" Bora ponders.

"More like what can we do!" Giran depressingly adds. All four individuals of the Crane School look up to their leader. However, contrary to their dejected mood, Shen is smiling... Giran, representing everyone's curiosity, asks the reason for it, confused.

With an upward curve still ever present on his lips, Shen answers, "Truthfully speaking, our chances of winning are very low. That is, if we repeat the same thing we've been doing until now. Up to now, we were playing it safe and trying to minimize harm, but to gain victory, we need to go all out."

"But brother, even if we go all out in our next assault, can we win?... What are the chances?"

"We can win. We have to... Giran and Namu, can you two perfectly recreate what you had shown me in the past?"

"Mmm!! It is possible, but I don't see how it can be used during this battle," Giran truthfully states.

"I can also do it!!" Namu simply answers.

"Good!!... Here is what we will do..."

"Formulating a plan, eh? It's no use. Come! I will give you unfortunate souls your long-awaited death," Turles confidently announces.

Tao, being the strongest, is the first to step forward. The plan is for him alone to face the enemy for a period of time, presenting the others with enough time to prepare and move the plan forward.

Turles raises his right arm, his huge palm right in front of Tao's metallic figure.

"I will give you all a final opportunity... rather than opposing me, you can join my crew. In the first place, till now all my subordinates were recruited from the planets I conquered."

In response, Tao raises his own metallic arm, pointing it at his enemy.

"Heh! Here I was being extra generous... you rejected it... Know your place!!"

At once, an ungodly amount of energy is released from the Saiyan's palm, all pouring onto his cursed adversary. At first, Tao somehow handles the relentless outburst, but as his exertion builds up, he is unable to withstand the inevitable.

Tao and his exo-suit are continuously bombarded by the unstoppable surge of raw energy.

Keeping up with Saiyan for a short period of time was in itself possible because earthling have a greater energy control then most other races in the universe. they can also momentarily amplify their power, this is in addition with the weird techniques they have developed over the years.

At last, when it's all done, revealed is a man, still clinging to life, though not in a good condition. His armor is completely damaged, parts of it even melting. The cloth that still clings to his injured body is tattered. Blood oozes from his mouth, and scorched skin covers his body.

With difficulty, Tao mutters some words...

"Invulnerable, eh? Dr. Flappe was boasting non-stop... all for nothing... this monster is too much to handle, even for his high-tech suit. Brother and the rest... they should really hurry up. I think I can't—"