“Granolah, stop!” Monaito pleaded in desperation.
His words fell on deaf ears as Granolah unleashed his attack. An energy wave filled with all of his remaining energy flashed toward Turles. As much as Turles wanted to make a comment or show some sort of expression that was true to his actual feelings on the situation, he withheld himself. Namekians had excellent hearing, and there was no point in potentially ruining the plan before it had been completed.
For the first time in this entire ‘fight,’ Turles showed a trace of his true speed as he narrowly avoided Granolah’s final attack. It was only when the blast meant to take his life was now heading for Monaito that Turles glanced at the two young Namekians. ‘Don’t move.’ He commanded telepathically, knowing they were more than fast and strong enough to deal with Granolah’s energy wave.
The two briefly jumped in shock when they heard Lord Turles’s voice in their head. Their bodies stiffened as they anxiously watched on despite wanting to intervene. Dende wondered if Lord Turles was going to go back on his word. Dende didn’t know what to think if he did, but at the same time, Dende slowly realized that Lord Turles wouldn’t be going back on his word. He didn’t try to solve this through violence in the first place. It was that Granolah guy who attacked Lord Turles and was now about to kill Monaito!
Monaito took the full brunt of Granolah’s attack, a hole piercing through his abdomen. He fell to the ground as Granolah, in complete disbelief and horror, hobbled his way over to him. He expended all of his power in that attack to wipe out Turles. Turles, Cargo, and Dende watched silently. “Monaito!!! You can’t die!” Granolah crouched over Monaito with tears pooling around his eyes. “It’s fine… I should’ve died some odd years ago… My only duty since then… was raising you right… I’m sad I made some mistakes by withholding the truth from you. I should’ve been honest… I’m sorry, Granolah. Saiyans weren’t the ones who killed your mother… It was the Heeters…” Monaito revealed.
“I don’t care about that right now! Don’t give up!” Granolah was obviously affected by the revelation, but he had to force it to the back of his mind.
“Go heal the Namekian.” Turles ordered Dende. “Just enough to prevent him from dying.” He added.
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Dende nodded, unsure of Turles’s true motives. The two Namekians rushed over to the dying elder, with Dende healing him according to Lord Turles’s orders. “Can you save him?!” Granolah shouted. “I can only do my best.” Dende could easily heal him back to full health.
Lord Turles didn’t hold back in their training as his apprentices. As Namekian Androids, their potential was far greater than any regular Namekian or human-based Android. Dende’s and Cargo’s innate abilities as Namekians were heavily focused on magic, regeneration, and body manipulation in their training. Lord Turles said if they couldn’t master the abilities that came naturally to them, it was pointless teaching them anything else. Cargo and Dende agreed with this line of thinking despite how difficult the training was. Before meeting Monaito, they believed they were the last remaining Namekians in the universe. They refused to be considered disgraces to their race. Dende and Cargo would become the shining example of the greatest Namekians to ever exist! Dende would become the most powerful magician, while Cargo would become the strongest warrior!
Lord Turles was more than happy to help them reach their goals. The two young children just wished it wasn’t so unbelievably painful and exhausting. To train their regeneration, Turles would sever their limbs before timing how long it takes for them to regenerate it back. They didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that Lord Turles found out that the rate of recovery increased the further they pushed themselves.
With their infinite energy as Androids, it wasn’t as if they ever needed to take breaks. This meant they could continue to train until Lord Turles decided to end it. He would train them on each and every aspect of their innate abilities, recording every step of the training with dozens of scientists there to measure, document, learn, and study their biology. There was training to see how far they could stretch their limbs, how far they could grow their bodies, and what they could and could not materialize with their magic.
Lord Turles said that if they could master their magic materialization ability, it was possible for them to become the universe’s greatest saviors. Food, water, shelter, clothing, and healthcare. With this training, they could secure safety and security for all of the inhabitants of the Planet Trade Organization. If there ever came a point to where they couldn’t gather enough resources to take care of those under their rule, it would be people like Dende and Cargo whose job it would be to ensure that the beings under their control can live like proper beings with their abilities.
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Dende liked helping people. Cargo didn’t like helping people as much as Dende, but it felt good to do good. Despite knowing the cruelty and power of Lord Turles, it didn’t mean they wanted to be like him. That was what the princes and princesses were for. They could aspire to be like Lord Turles. No, Dende and Cargo had their own aspirations and dreams, even if they had to work alongside Lord Turles.
As Monaito was explaining to Granolah what happened in the past with the Saiyans and the Heeters, Dende, and Cargo looked up to see that the sky turned completely dark. The three Namekians knew what that meant in an instant. “The dragon balls…” Monaito muttered. “What? Is that Turles guy making a wish right now?! What is he wishing for?!” Granolah asked. Dende and Cargo stayed silent.
Lord Turles didn’t share with them exactly what he was wishing for. They were just his aides. To follow him, learn from him, and aid him with tasks. The darkness blanketing the sky didn’t last long as the light revealed itself once more. The four of them watched as Lord Turles walked over to them with two still active dragon balls in his palm. He stuffed them into his inner armor’s pocket before focusing his eyes on Dende. ‘Heal him.’ Lord Turles commanded.
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“HAH!!!” Dende recovered all of Monaito’s energy and healed him back to normal.
“I… feel great?” Monaito rubbed over the area where he was pierced.
“You’re not going to die?!” Granolah wiped his tear-stained face.
“I feel better than before.” Monaito stood up while clenching and unclenching his hands.
Granolah turned his gaze toward Dende as Cargo helped give Monaito his cane back. “Thank you… so much…” Granolah bowed his head to Dende. “I feel like I don’t even need that cane anymore.” Monaito started stretching his body. “I fixed some of the issues you had…” Dende softly explained. “Thank you Dende… I appreciate it very much.” Monaito thanked him.
Turles turned to Granolah. He had enough sense to look ashamed of himself, at least. “I’m sorry for my rash actions! You were right. It was a misguided sense of anger. Frieza was the one who ordered my people to be wiped out, and it was the Heeters who killed my mother. The Saiyans aren’t entirely to blame…” A red blush appeared on Granolah’s cheeks.
“No, they are to blame. While the Saiyans were slaves under Frieza’s rule, that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy terrorizing and slaughtering innocents. Even Bardock was simply a Saiyan caught up in a rare moment of emotional fragility. If his latest son hadn’t just been born around the time the Saiyans invaded this planet, you and your mother would’ve been killed by him, most likely.” Turles explained.
“He could hear all the way from over there…?” Cargo muttered to himself. He thought Namekians were the ones with great hearing…
“Still…” Granolah didn’t want to taint the memory of Bardock saving his mother.
“That reminds me, you’re a spitting image of Bardock. Are you his son or related to him?” Monaito asked.
“No relation,” Turles commented. “However, if you still have thoughts of revenge, I could help with that. I heard you were a bounty hunter, right? Lucky for you, I can help you with that revenge on both Frieza and the Heeters.” Turles extended his hand.
“How?” Granolah narrowed his eyes.
“Why don’t you give up on this revenge nonsense already?! Haven’t you seen that it nearly caused my death!?” Monaito shouted.
Granolah tightly clenched his fist. The man who raised him for several years was advising him to give up getting revenge on the people who wiped out his race and killed his mother. “If not revenge, my organization could still use a man of your skills. We have health and wellness benefits, retirement plans, paid time off, flexible work arrangements, training programs for new employees, employee assistance programs, parental leave in case you ever plan to create a new generation of Cerealians, and childcare assistance for when you can’t manage a babysitter. It’s a good deal, right? What do you say?” Turles offered.
“All that… just for working for you…?” Granolah and Monaito were speechless, with their mouths hanging wide open.
“I take good care of my employees. Even those two are receiving those benefits.” Turles pointed at Dende and Cargo.
As his aides, they got paid an official salary and received company benefits. When they reached sexual maturity, Turles even gave them permission to create their own offspring to repopulate the Namekian race. He gave this option to several of the critically endangered species under the Planet Trade Organization. After all, if he wanted to increase the mortal level of the universe, they’re going to need more than 28 planets with mortal life, like in the original series.
He wasn’t particularly worried because by then, Turles should have Cargo and Dende completely domesticated and loyal to him. If not, well… There were always Namekians in Universe 6. There wasn’t anything saying there needed to be Namekians in Universe 7. Anything that was a threat to his control over the universe either needed to bend to his will or be destroyed! No one was an exception to this. Angel or God of Destruction…