On his way to the Planet Metamor, Turles practiced breathing techniques. Excitement filled his soul as he recognized the name Metamor. Because of that name, he had a hard time concentrating on improving his lung capacity. Planet Metamor was the home to the Metamorans. It was no surprise to Turles that most of the Frieza Force were heading to this planet for subjugation. Dodoria, Zarbon, and most of the army. Although the Ginyu Force wasn’t coming along for some reason. Perhaps Frieza was keeping them on standby in case the main army wasn’t enough.

Metamorans were the inventors of the Fusion Dance, which created the powerful beings Gotenks, Gogeta, and the rarely known Tiencha. It was an incredible technique that gave the two fusees unimaginable power that would be nearly impossible for them to achieve on their own through individual efforts. Although, Turles didn’t think that he would ever fuse with anyone as long as his plans went accordingly, his future subordinates were a different matter. In fact, Turles laughed as he clutched his saibamen bottle filled with six saibamen.

It may be time to start his own Z-Fighters or Ginyu Force. After all, even Turles wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could conquer the multiverse on his own. Knowledge or no knowledge. It would be interesting to see just how far he could take a saibaman. Literal growable cannon fodder taken to heights that could rival gods! Turles laughed as he decided on the first member of his crew.

He continued to practice his breathing exercises while meditating to temper his ki on his way to the planet. By increasing his lung capacity, the duration of how long he could use Time Stop would increase as well. Turles would be the biggest fool in the universe if he didn’t take the opportunity to take advantage of something like controlling time! In fact, Turles’s heart felt thousands of times lighter now that he’s learned this technique. Unlike Guldo, Turles wasn’t a mouth breather. He breathed through his nose, making his activation of the technique far more subtle than how Guldo activated it.

Eventually, Turles was on his way to crash landing on Planet Metamor. Outside his pod’s window, he could see several soldiers flying out of the ship toward the planet. The metamorans flew up and fought against their planet’s invaders. Soldiers were being blasted out of the sky by aliens of various bright skin colors. Those fighting wore white pants, a sash, and a vest with yellow padding around the shoulders and neck. While those running away and taking cover had different attires.

Turles could sense Frieza deep in his ship, hovering above the atmosphere of the planet. Zarbon and Dodoria were taking on powerful metamorans across the planet together. The Ginyu Force was up in the ship with Frieza. Everyone else was having fun terrorizing the innocent or fighting the planet’s warriors. Turles landed with a nice crater on the planet.

Upon stepping out, he tossed the saibamen seeds into the ground and used the growth liquid to make them grow. He watched with interest as they began to rise from out of the soil like little plant vampires. Their hands were crossed over their chest until they made it out of the ground. They happily screeched at being born before looking at him for instructions.

“Follow me for now.” Turles gave a small smile.

“Gyee!”

“Gyi gyi!”

“Gu Gee!”

Turles clicked his scouter and searched for the nearest metamoran fighter. He could just sense them using his energy, but he had to keep up the act that he didn’t know of the existence that people could sense energy. Plus, he always thought the scouter looked cool. Its purpose was ingenious but badly executed, sadly. Turles and the Saibamen snuck up on a lone flying metamoran soldier.

Turles suddenly appeared behind the soldier. He clasped his hands and brought them down on the fusion’s head. These metamorans had impressive powers. The power of the fusion dance couldn’t be underestimated. Turles scanned hundreds of power levels in the thousands across the planet. A few of them even neared Zarbon and Dodoria’s power.

This metamoran he buried into the ground slowly roused from the ground. “Stay still for me.” Turles shot small energy rings at the fusion with his index finger. His limbs got pinned to the ground as Turles floated down toward the trapped soldier. He reached his hand toward the fusion’s head to steal his memories of the technique. Turles knew that the fusion would hold the combined knowledge of both fusees. More efficient than stealing their memories one by one.

“Why are you doing this!? Our people have never done anything to deserve this!” The fusion cried out in righteous fury.

“I’m doing this for my own benefit mostly.” Turles turned off his scouter and grabbed the fusion’s head. “The fusion dance technique of your race is very useful to me. It is a powerful technique. I’m surprised that your people aren’t among some of the most powerful races in the universe. Perhaps it's because you relied too much on this technique instead of training individually. Who knows?” Turles got full knowledge of the technique and some extra that were never explored in the manga or show.

“What are you doing to us?!” He continued to struggle against his restraints.

“Boys. Watch and learn! I expect you all to master this quickly.” Turles held his arms away from his imaginary partner completely straight.

His palms were open and facing forward. “Fuuu…” Turles scuttled across the ground toward his imaginary partner, moving exactly three steps over with his arms brought over in the opposite direction they were when he started. “sion…” Turles swung his arms across his body, turning them so that his palm faced the floor while closing his fists. At the same time, he brought his outer leg up so that it was exactly at a right angle, with his shin facing his imaginary partner and his foot level with his knee. To end it, “Ha!” Turles slanted his torso toward his imaginary partner. His arms were brought over his head so that his index fingers were pointed upward and his outer legs were fully extended.

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“Did you get that?” Turles asked the saibamen. He felt no shame in doing the powerful yet silly dance.

“Gi! Gi!” The saibamen excitedly chanted.

They looked like they were looking forward to practicing it. Turles gave a devious laugh as he saw them already practicing it. He covered his eyes in pride from the bright light caused by the fusions. The metamoran fusion couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw his race’s technique being stolen in front of his eyes.

Two of the three pairs of saibamen failed, while the third pair succeeded on the first try. In front of him was a fat saibaman, a skinny saibaman, and a saibaman that looked no different from a regular saibaman. The fusions didn’t gain the standard fusion outfit, and Turles guessed that was because the saibamen were naked to begin with. Its power was simply incredible. A far cry from its normal power level. Turles reactivated his scouter, scanned its battle power, and whistled in amazement.

“Ah, shit.” Turles scouter exploded, but before it did, he clocked the fused saibaman’s maxed power. “Damn old model scouters. That scared the hell out of me.”

A saibaman with a power level of 24,000. From 1,200 to 24,000 in an instant, haha, how ridiculous… This saibaman was stronger than both Dodoria and Zarbon in his base form. Turles could see the saibaman begging him to go play. Its red eyes looked up at him, and probably as thanks for helping it reach this level of power, it didn’t ignore him or try to kill him.

“Alright, go have fun, you little monsters. You six are stuck like that for thirty minutes. Don’t forget.” Turles said. “I hope you can tell time.” He didn’t know if they were born with that function.

The strongest saibaman in history flew off at impressive speeds while the other two hung their heads in shame and envy at the successful pair. As Turles looked up in the sky to see the invasion going strong, an explosion sounded out behind him. He turned to see the two failed fusions being knocked away by the force of the explosion. The metamoran he trapped blew up the ground beneath him and escaped Turles’s energy rings.

“You want to fight?” Turles asked him.

The fusion’s power was stronger than his own in base. It would probably be fun. Turles was looking forward to it, but at the same time, he knew their time limit was getting closer to running out. Might as well have some fun while he could.

“We can’t let you teach the invaders of our home and killer of our friends, family, and people the knowledge of our people’s techniques. Even if we have to sacrifice ourselves, We will not let you pass on that knowledge any further.” The metamoran powered up.

Well, he was stronger than the power level Turles displayed to the Frieza Force anyway. Turles was going to be fighting at a disadvantage. This would make things more fun for sure. He better hurry up before they defused.

“Look at you. I’m excited to fight my first hero, you know?” Turles never learned any fighting style, so he just waited with his arms crossed. “You should be honored to have the chance to take me on. It’ll be a learning experience for sure.”

“Shut it!” The metamoran suddenly appeared in front of his face.

His knee heading straight for Turles’s nose. Turles was knocked back from the impressive speed but didn’t just take the attack without striking back. Just as he was struck in the face, he twisted and landed a critical punch on the fusion’s abdomen before being sent through the air. The fat and skinny saibamen watched in awe of their boss fighting against the fusion.

“Gah!” The fusion groaned as he held his stomach.

“That was a good hit.” Turles licked the blood coming down his nose with a grin on his face. “You better hurry up and kill me. Don’t forget. Your time is running out.” He laughed while tapping his wrist.

“We will protect our planet!” The fusion flew toward Turles, impatience visible on their face.

Turles and the fusion exchanged rapid-fire blows with each other. It was interesting fighting while training to attain a future form. By giving in to his Saiyan instincts and abandoning his morality, he would become destruction! And not like that useless lazy cat but a force of destruction that’s far better for the universe.

He fought with no regard for defense at all. Each time the fusion landed a blow, he would counterattack at the exact moment regardless of their stronger power level. It hurt like hell. It hurt like a bitch, but why the hell was it so fun!? ‘Saiyan DNA, you are making me a masochist. And I think I’m starting to like it.’

“I can barely feel your attacks anymore. Are you even trying to save your people?” Turles’s body was filled with bruises, and he was bleeding all over. “I don’t think you got long left, you know?” Turles laughed with a cough of blood spitting out of his mouth.

“Shut up!” The two fusions arrived in front of Turles’s face, ready to deck him with all they had.

Turles didn’t move an inch as the two metamorans defused right before they could land their attack. He looked at the two child-like metamorans with a grin. “Well, well, well, you guys don’t look that much older than me.” Turles held his palms up as he charged two energy beams at the kids. Their power levels were pathetic now in comparison to his own.

“You monster! I will never give up!” The one on the left tried to rush him.

Turles blasted him away. It was unknown if he was alive or dead. The right metamoran looked at his friend being shot away and screamed because of his loss. “Too bad you’re not a Saiyan kid. Then I’d actually be scared of you screaming like that after seeing your friend die.” Turles shot the enraged metamoran, who attempted to fire an energy wave at him. His ki wave overpowered the kid’s and engulfed him.

He left their smoking bodies behind as he continued his exploration of the planet. Albeit a little injured.