The Crusher Force has destroyed and subjugated an incredible number of planets for eight years. Their reputation has spread far and wide thanks to their rule of enslaving planets with inhabitants living on them. Those that they conquered were more than willing to share knowledge of The Crusher Force’s fearsome power, daunting confidence, and terrifying nature with any whom they met. One would think that they would be punished for spreading such infamy about their new overlords, but nothing was ever done about it.

This only improved The Crusher Force’s reputation among the universe and The Planet Trade Organization. Despite no one ever seeing a glimpse of them within the Frieza Force, their reputation steadily soared higher and higher. Every soldier that was sent out to confirm the subjugated planets would bring back news of the greatness of the Crusher Force. Their rate of success was 100%, and it got to the point where soldiers had less to do at headquarters and were now being stationed on planets to watch over the subjugated races.

All while doing this, the Crusher Force was steadily getting stronger and stronger each day. If there wasn’t a planet to plant a Seed of Might on, they would be trained by Turles in the art of fighting or the art of ki. Over the years, the boost given by the Fruit of Might dwindled significantly. It was no longer an x15 multiplier but something far, far less. However, free power was still free power. Plus, Turles had a couple of ideas on how he could improve the Seed of Might…

Growing stronger, increasing the Planet Trade Organization’s control over the universe, and destroying planets weren’t the only thing Turles was busy with. He scratched his head with a chuckle as three hyper-active tailed children flew around him while a fourth sat in a meditation pose just like he was. There was a pink-skinned one, a red one, a green one, and a dark-skinned one similar to Turles’s own skin tone. It turns out that controlling his libido during his growth into an adult was harder than he thought. Not that he was trying.

"Dad! Bon is cheating!" Stella, the second youngest, shouted, clearly frustrated.

"No, I'm not! It's not my fault you're too slow!" Bon, the second oldest, teased, playfully shaking her behind.

"Caught Stella!" Kress, the youngest, gleefully wrapped all four of his limbs around his older sister.

“No! I was- Dad!!!” Stella yelled even louder.

"Father, will we be leaving this planet soon?" asked Basil, the oldest at eight, his voice polite and measured.

“Yes. Dad has some business to deal with.” Turles should make his way to Planet Yardrat by now.

There was no reason to deny his squad and his children the joys of learning Spirit Control. It would be better for all of them. The Planet Trade Organization would grow significantly in strength after a trip there. Especially once they returned back to the main force.

Turles stood up, gathering the attention of all of his children. As if on instinct, his limbs were immediately latched on to by three little bodies. Both of his legs were captured in an iron grip along with his waist. Stella, Kress, and Bon all hung on to him to prevent him from going somewhere without them. Basil stood close by his side and was also ready to follow him. Basil was the oldest at eight, Bon at six, Stella at four, and Kress at two. Basil and Kress had faces that looked like Bonyu’s. Basil had red skin. Kress had green skin. Stella and Bon resembled Turles more. Stella had pink skin. Bon had Turles’s skin color.

The Saiyan father couldn’t help but laugh as he saw the eagerness of his children wanting to head somewhere. It was strange becoming a father, possibly for the first time. Turles didn’t know if he died young or old in his past life. The main thing that came with him was his knowledge of the Dragon Ball Universe. Besides that, the only thing he could think of was his love for villains.

“Daddy, where are we going?” Stella asked, hanging around Turles’s neck instead of his leg now.

“Where going!? Where going!?” Kress repeated excitedly. He was swinging back and forth on Turles’s tail like a little monkey.

“We’re going to gather everybody. We have a new mission.” Turles answered their curious little minds.

“A new mission!? Can I conquer the planet this time!? I promise I won’t slaughter them all again! I’ll do it like you taught me! Break their wills until they surrender!” Bon pleaded while hanging around his waist.

“Conquer planet! I want conquer planet with Daddy!” Kress giggled happily.

“We aren’t going to conquer any planets on this mission.” Turles had to explain to them before they got too excited. “We’re going for training.”

“Training?” A hint of excitement came from Basil’s voice.

“What? Training!?” The disappointment in Bon’s voice was palpable.

“Can’t we train at home?” Stella was confused about why they had to leave.

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“Training!?” Kress didn’t understand but was still excited.

“There’s special training on this planet. That’s why I'm bringing everyone to train together. To help all of us get stronger together.” Turles explained for the kids.

“Stronger! Haha!” Kress fired a beam of energy out of his mouth, piercing a small hole in the roof.

“No beams in the house!” A stern but familiar voice came from the living room.

Kress gasped in fright as he hung tightly to Turles’s tail instead of swinging on it like before. When they made it into the living room, Bonyu couldn’t help but greet them all with a smile. She was already dressed in her armor because Turles telepathically already told everyone to prepare to set out. Turles smiled back at the mother of his children.

If someone asked him which woman he would have children with within the Dragon Ball Universe, he wasn’t even sure if Bonyu would’ve made the list. It was a major shock to him that she was very interested in him. An aggressively forward and attractive woman coming on to him while he was in the cusps of puberty, Turles didn’t have the willpower to resist something like that. Sure, he could train until all the bones in his body were broken but being trapped in a room with a woman who knows what she wants with both brain and will to back it up. Sorry, Turles had to wave the white flag at that one. It had been a valuable lesson for him — pleasure was harder to resist than pain.

“Is this mission from Lord Frieza?” Bonyu questioned.

“No. This is a mission from me to all of the Crusher Force. We should be returning to the Frieza Force within one year after this mission.” Turles responded.

“Are the kids coming, or should we leave them here with Naba?”

Before the kids could even get the chance to scream, shout, and shriek that they were coming, Turles spoke first. “They’re coming along. We’re all going.” His response made the children laugh and smile all the way to their ears. Bonyu began questioning Turles on the nature of this mission, wondering if it was safe for the children to come along. “It’s not a dangerous mission. There should be nothing to worry about.” Turles answered her.

As far as he knew, the Yardratians weren’t a violent race. If need be, he was even willing to trade goods and resources to them for the opportunity to learn Spirit Control. Honestly, it dumbfounded Turles to know they’re just out teaching these amazing techniques for free. He should ensure their planet remains safe if everything goes right. A valued business partner of the Frieza Force sounds good.

“Plus, our children are strong enough to protect themselves.” Turles chuckled.

Everyone other than Kress was stronger than the common Frieza Force combatant. Basil was already strong enough to be considered an elite-rank soldier in the army. As the oldest, he’s had the longest time training under Turles and Bonyu. To ensure his halflings didn’t turn out like a particular nerd halfling, Turles made sure that all of his children had positive experiences with fighting, terrorizing, and training. Gohan was thrown into the deep end from beginning to end, unlike his father, who had the chance to grow up loving martial arts. A child at the age of four to eleven watched as his friends, family, and loved ones all died in front of him because of fighting. And the only time he was positively reinforced by the people closest to him was when he lost control of his emotions and brutally beat the hell out of whoever he was fighting. They didn’t care for Gohan, who disliked fighting. They cared for Gohan, who fought and lost control of himself.

Heh, Turles was going to avoid that happening to his children from the very beginning. Fighting was fun, training was fun, and following their inner desires was only normal as a member of the Turles Family. Even if things didn’t go right, they just had to work harder or smarter to ensure they did. Failure was just the first step of progress if you were unlucky. Failure didn’t mean stopping but learning how to improve.

“Hey, Auntie Naba!” The youngest ones greeted Naba loudly.

“Hello, Auntie Naba.” Basil kept his voice low and reserved.

“Hey, you little monkey brats… You’re bringing the kids too?” Naba looked at Turles with a look of disapproval.

“It’s not dangerous, I assure you,” Turles pacified her. Even if it wasn’t, he was confident in ensuring that it would be.

“We’re coming too!” The kids happily shouted from Turles’s body.

“We’re going to train,” Basil informed her.

“Train? Can I skip it, then? I have some work I want to finish working on here.” Naba shrugged in her overalls.

“Nope. This’ll be helpful for you too.” Turles shook his head.

Naba narrowed her eyes at Turles, who didn’t break even at her gaze. Well, after all these years, she knew that Turles wasn’t the type to lie for the sake of lying. If he said it would be helpful, then it would be helpful. The rest of the squad came to their space pods as well.

Sai showed up with two weapon-wielding saibamen similar to Basil in height. One was blue, and the other was black, with a pink bow wrapped around its head. They wore armor just like any other member of the Frieza Force. Turles grinned as the two young saibamen came running over to his kids. Apparently, Sai decided to somehow give birth to two saibamen after seeing him become a father. It reminded him of Majin Buu now that he thought about it.

As the kids played with the saibamen twins, everyone else was preparing to get into their spaceships. Appule and Mepple showed up, both eager to go out on a mission. They haven’t really changed at all over the eight years, appearance-wise. Just their power has dramatically changed.

Once everyone was getting into their spaceships, Turles sensed three interesting powers coming to land on the planet they temporarily made their home. He saw a spaceship flying above. A spaceship model only those in the Planet Trade Organization could get a hold of. Turles received no incoming transmission from Mission Control or Lord Frieza about a visit, meaning that it couldn’t be them. At the same time, the power of the three inside of that ship was even greater than Captain Ginyu! This significantly lowered the number of guesses on whose ship this could be and who was inside it.

Turles telepathically ordered his squad to stay in their ships. If this was who he thought it was, it would be better for him to deal with it. After all, they would be coming to visit him specifically out of anyone else. He was the strongest member of The Crusher Force.