As the spaceship landed, Turles stood at the forefront, his children and squad members remaining in their own ships. The hatch of the incoming spaceship opened, and to Turles's expectations, four figures stepped out. It was none other than Cooler, the older brother of Frieza, along with his top henchmen, Salza, Neiz, and Dore. He wasn’t surprised to know it was difficult to sense Cooler’s energy. Something like that happened in his debut movie.
Turles bowed his head toward Cooler as he took a closer look at the alien. Cooler's appearance in his base form was reminiscent of Frieza's Final Form but with a few notable differences. His deep purple skin sets him apart, a departure from his brother's mostly pure white complexion. In terms of stature, Cooler stands much taller than Frieza, actually reaching a height similar to that of Turles. This height difference adds to his imposing presence. Unlike Frieza's slender build, Cooler possessed a noticeably more muscular and masculine physique.
“Saiyan, I’ve heard great things about you and your Crusher Force. It appears you know of me already, so I’ll skip the introductions. A rare mutant among the saiyan race who holds utmost loyalty to the Planet Trade Organization. Instead of wasting your potential under my useless brother, why don’t you join me instead?” Cooler didn’t waste time in attempting to coerce Turles.
“Lord Cooler, I must correct you. I am no mutant. Just an ordinary Saiyan who is luckier than most, but I am overwhelmed by your praise.” Turles didn’t mind giving a little flattery.
“A monkey who knows how to talk pretty, I never thought I’d see the day. But don’t think I missed the fact that you haven’t responded to my offer.” Cooler stood in front of him, they met eye to eye.
“Lord Cooler, it may be presumptuous of me, but I’ve yet to hear of any benefits of joining you,” Turles responded with politeness in his voice.
“Benefits!?” Salza shouted in defense of his boss. “I’ll take care of this cocky monkey right now for you, Lord Cooler!” An energy blade formed around his hand.
“Hahaha! Benefits! I suppose that is something a rational person would ask when being invited to join another.” Cooler chuckled at the thought of someone bargaining with him. “I’m aware of my brother’s lack of involvement in the rise of your Crusher Force. Unlike him, I’m fully willing to support and invest in you as long as you work under me.” Cooler offered, surprisingly.
Turles was inwardly very surprised—a cool-headed response with a logical offer backed with information. Frieza would never do something like this. If it was the other way around and Frieza was the one trying to recruit him from Cooler, Frieza would’ve already shot him for asking for the benefits of joining him. In the eight years of traveling through Universe 7, Lord Frieza hasn’t ordered them to do anything, hasn’t supported them with resources or tech, or got in contact with them at all. They were practically their own division within the Frieza Force run by themselves.
Cooler’s offer was a good one. With support, they wouldn’t need to rely solely on Naba’s engineering skills to maintain their ships or deal with their tech. They wouldn’t need to raid planets for food, water, clothes, etc. Turles was 100% sure that Cooler was a more competent boss than Frieza.
That competency would get in the way of Turles’s growth. Turles could only inwardly sigh at Lord Cooler’s late offer. If only he offered this before he went out eight years ago. The growth he could’ve had under Cooler would’ve made all the growth under Frieza negligent. Unfortunately, the Fruit of Might rendered Cooler utterly useless to Turles.
“Lord Cooler, the Cooler Force is also officially a part of the Planet Trade Organization. Unlike The Ginyu Force, who directly serve under Lord Frieza, The Crusher Force serves the Planet Trade Organization.” Turles informed him of their allegiance.
“I’m not as spoiled as my little brother, but the more I hear from you, the more I want you as my direct subordinate. How about this, if you serve me and me only, I’ll allow you to rebuild your Saiyan civilization on any planet you desire.” Cooler played hardball.
“We saw those little monkeys in the ship before we came.” Neiz grinned.
“Doesn’t it sound like an offer you can’t refuse?” Dore chuckled.
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“Do you think Lord Frieza would offer you something like this?” Salza laughed.
“Lord Cooler, my loyalty is already with you as long as you continue to rule in the Planet Trade Organization.” Turles felt the need to repeat.
“How disappointing.” Cooler couldn’t help but say. “What is it about my foolish little brother that has gained your loyalty so deeply?” He clenched his fist.
“Lord Cooler, I believe you’re not listening to the words I’m saying.” Turles was getting a bit irritated inwardly. Were they speaking two different languages? He was saying he was under both Cooler and Frieza.
“No, I understand you very clearly.” Cooler suddenly fired a Death Flash toward his chest.
Smoke filled the area as Turles was engulfed in the blast. “If I can’t have you, I certainly won’t let my foolish brother keep you. A dangerous monkey like you being allowed to grow and do as he pleased? It would only be a matter of time before my brother attacks me with you at his side to take control of the universe.” Cooler explained.
“Lord Cooler! He’s still alive!” Salza exclaimed after checking with his scouter.
“Lord Cooler, can’t you show me some leniency?” Turles begged.
Turles was pathetically crawling on the ground as he looked up to Cooler. No longer stood the strong and confident leader of the notorious Crusher Force. But a pleading and begging monkey asking for his life to be spared. Cooler couldn’t help but grin as he took in the sight. “Finish him.” He ordered his Armored Squad.
“Yes, Lord Cooler!” The three attacked together as Turles struggled to get up.
Salza rushed in with his Salza Blade, a blade of energy that could slice through nearly anything! Dore coated his knee in ki as he flew toward the downed monkey. Neiz fired a pink beam of energy that outsped both Salza and Dore. Cooler’s Armored Squadron heard Turles’s screams of agony and moved in to finish him off with their combination attack. Dore landed a vicious knee right into Turles’s side while Salza attempted to behead the electrocuted Saiyan.
A hand snatched Salza’s wrist before his energy blade could reach Turles’s throat. Turles snapped Salza’s wrist without mercy. Salza screamed in pain, confusing Dore, who was wondering why his teammate was hurt. In Dore’s confused state, it gave Turles the perfect opportunity to land a brutal punch to his jaw, twisting his head all the way around, snapping the man’s neck. Salza was still trying to come to terms with the reality that his wrist was broken somehow.
Turles never released Salza’s wrist, even after killing Dore. Just when Salza got the idea to use his other hand to slice open the monkey’s stomach, Turles held his palm in front of the soldier’s face.
“Wai-”
Turles fired an energy wave and turned him into dust. He then looked toward the last remaining member of Cooler’s Armored Squadron.
Only for Cooler to stand in front of his shaking soldier. He eyed the Saiyan, who was far stronger than he initially thought. “You were acting.” Cooler realized. “If I didn’t decide to get rid of you, you would’ve continued to hide your true power. I bet my brother doesn’t even know the depths of how far you’ve hidden yourself, correct?” Cooler couldn’t help but get furious. Why was it always his little brother that got everything?!
“Lord Cooler, please don’t put me in a difficult position. We can go our separate ways, there’s no need to fight. If you need replacements for your two soldiers, I can lend you men from my Crusher Force.” Turles could sense the rising power from his children in the attack balls.
When they saw him getting beat up, they were slowly losing control. Just like how Gohan did against Raditz, their latent potential as half-breeds were laying dormant until they lost control. He had to stop acting like he was going to die before Cooler took notice of them. Better yet, it would be safer to get them out of the way now.
‘Head to Planet Yardrat. Be kind to the locals.’ He telepathically told the Crusher Force. The Frieza Force already had this planet’s location in their database, according to Naba.
The space pods levitated off the ground and started to shoot off into the sky. Cooler and Neiz instantly took notice of this. Both attempted to take down as many of the spaceships as they could with energy blasts, but Turles couldn’t let that happen. His legacy was on those ships and he's yet to obtain immortality. Turles flew off the ground and appeared in the sky. He deflected all of the ki blasts headed toward his squad and glared at Cooler and Neiz.
Turles slowly floated back down to the ground. This would be his first real fight since… Hell, was this going to be his first life-threatening battle, period? How exciting. Cooler was the perfect opponent to test his strength on after preparing for so long. Depending on how well he does against him will decide his plan of action moving forward toward Frieza.
“Lord Cooler, it may not be my place to say this, but you need to fix that inferiority complex you have toward your younger brother.” Turles pointed out.
“Inferiority complex!? You must die!” Cooler rushed forward in anger.