In the heart of the bustling Sugarian city, Turles, Cargo, and Dende found themselves in a simple room. The Sugarian oligarchs, Sacarinea, Glycose, and Fructar, stood before him: all different colors but small humanoid axolotls. The Sugarians had an oligarchy type of government. They were the three who led and made decisions on behalf of the Sugarians.
"Welcome, Lord Turles, leader of the Planet Trade Organization," Sacarinea's melodic voice echoed in the office room. She extended her hand towards Turles in a gesture of welcome.
Turles, with a diplomatic smile, accepted her gesture. "I appreciate the warm welcome, Sacarinea. I come with the opportunity to bring prosperity to your people through the Planet Trade Organization." Glycose, a venerable figure with wisdom etched into his salamander-like features, spoke with measured consideration, "Prosperity, you say? How does your organization plan to bring prosperity to us? We are doing well enough after purchasing this planet from the Heeters.”
"Under our protection, your people will enjoy trade privileges, technological advancements, and access to the vast resources of our expansive empire. The Planet Trade Organization guarantees safety, economic stability, and an elevated standard of living to all of those allied with us."
Fructar, the most inquisitive of the trio, arched his eyebrow. "Can you expand more about these trade privileges, technological advancements, and vast resources?" Turles nodded.
"Certainly, Fructar," Turles began, his voice a blend of confidence and charm. "Let me elaborate on the benefits your people stand to gain under the protective wing of the Planet Trade Organization." "Trade privileges," Turles continued, "extend far beyond mere transactions. Your merchants will gain unrestricted access to our vast network of markets, spanning across multiple galaxies in our universe. This means not only an increase in the variety of goods available but also the potential for lucrative partnerships with diverse civilizations across the universe. Your people will become integral participants in a cosmic economy, reaping the rewards of interstellar commerce for both yourselves and future generations." "As for technological advancements," Turles tapped his scouter, creating a holographic projection of several high-tech equipment developed and used by the Planet Trade Organization. He gestured toward the hologram. "Our empire boasts some of the most brilliant scientific minds in the universe. By aligning with us, your scientists gain access to a wealth of knowledge and collaborative opportunities. Imagine the leaps your civilization could take, from medical breakthroughs to advancements in energy technology. The possibilities are infinite."
Turles then turned his attention to the concept of vast resources. "The Planet Trade Organization spans across innumerable planets, each rich with unique resources. Your people will have access to raw materials, minerals, and energy sources that could transform your world into something you couldn’t ever achieve in thousands of years. We believe in mutually beneficial resource exchange, fostering a symbiotic relationship that ensures the prosperity of all involved." Fructar, still attentive, raised another query. "And how does the Planet Trade Organization guarantee safety and economic stability?"
Turles acknowledged the crucial concerns with a nod. "Safety is paramount in our vision. Our military might will ensure the protection of our allies from external threats. Pirates, planetary rebels, and any potential adversaries who could potentially harm this deal will be dealt with to the full extent of the Planet Trade Organization’s power. We will come to your aid when you require it." "As for economic stability," Turles continued, "That will be up to you, not us, as this is a partnership, not assimilation. If you wish to become one of the many planets under our control, then a different deal will have to be made. Is that alright?"
The Sugarian leaders exchanged glances. Sacarinea spoke, "Let’s continue with the partnership." The other two nodded in agreement. “Very well.” Turles continued listing the benefits of allying themselves with the Planet Trade organization.
Cargo and Dende watched, for the first time ever, Lord Turles subjugating a planet without violence or the threat of violence. It really was possible… They didn’t know whether to be amazed, terrified, or grateful… If they had to subjugate the planet, Lord Turles would have ordered them to do so on his behalf. As the Ruler of the Universe, why should he personally dirty his hands for work that is more suited to those under him? In his words, Dende and Cargo still had a lot to learn about running the business.
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Sometime later, aboard the spaceship hurtling through space, Monaito, Dende, and Cargo found themselves in a fun little trinity. Monaito, on Turles’s behalf, guided Dende in the art of creating dragon balls. Cargo stood by their side, learning as much as he could as well. While he may not be part of the Dragon Clan and couldn’t make dragon balls of his own, that didn’t mean one day, when he got older and had children of his own, they wouldn’t need to know how to make their own dragon balls too. Even when he tried following along in creating dragon balls, he just couldn’t pull off what Dende was capable of. They were pretty much equal in terms of strength, but it seems that Dende’s magical prowess was way above his. Cargo would have to step up in his training… If Dende was just as strong as him without magic, that would mean with magic, he was stronger than him!
"Dende, creating dragon balls is not an easy task." Monaito's voice carried the weight of experience. “It takes patience, the right intentions, and many, many rules. You must never forget that you are creating wish orbs that can grant almost any wish. While making your set of dragon balls, you must think.” He tapped his noggin. “You must think of preventing those who have bad intentions from misusing them and how to reward the good and the brave.”
Dende, absorbing the teachings, focused on the magic within him. The room hummed with the resonance of their shared purpose. Several scientists began jotting down things as multiple tools and measurements began to go crazy. They were currently inside a testing chamber. Turles wanted to record the process of creating dragon balls. He wanted to know if it took a skilled magician or only magical Namekian to create dragon balls. If so, he may have to keep a closer watch on the Magic Force he was developing within the Planet Trade Organization. Turles planned to recreate Dende’s and Monaito’s work here later with non-Namekian magicians.
Later, while they were flying through space, Cargo proudly unveiled each division of the organization to Monaito and Granolah, who listened intently. The grandeur of the military, the efficiency of logistics, the marvels of scientific research—all laid bare.
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“I’m surprised to hear that the two of you have failed.” Frieza stared down at the two from his hover pod.
“Our apologies, Lord Frieza!” Abo and Kado did a full 90-degree bow.
“Tell me about this space pirate that managed to defeat the two of you. I hear he has been causing quite a bit of trouble for the planets under our control.” Frieza requested.
“He’s strong… But, if we managed to use our secret technique, he would’ve been no match for us! That I can promise you, Lord Frieza!” Abo clenched his fist.
“Stronger than me?” Frieza had a terrifying, playful grin on his face.
“We doubt that, sir.” The two were still bowing.
“Should I send the Ginyu Force to take care of it?” Frieza asked.
“That is an option!” The two brothers responded, not so eager to risk their lives again.
“Oh, but weren’t you two confident in handling him if you used your secret technique? Why would you want to hoist this task on the Ginyu Force when you can take all of the credit for yourselves? That space pirate had a rather high bounty the last time I checked.” Frieza was amused.
Shivers ran through the brother’s bodies as they thought back to their time in space. They nearly died. They would’ve died if it wasn’t for the Transportation Force… Just floating corpses in the deep cold space… Abo and Kado needed more time before they could face the man who nearly killed them. Even if they were confident in getting their revenge, one didn’t just brush against the edge of death and manage to escape with a clear head. It was the first time in their lives that they had come so close to death. The two brothers were usually on the other side of the spectrum. Being the ones to bring others close to death.
“It’s been a while since we had to rely on our secret technique. We need time to brush up and make sure that we are completely ready to take him out.” Abo replied.
“We would be stupid for us to rush back for revenge when we aren’t prepared.” Kado supported.
“We also would not feel right leaving him to do as he pleases to the planets under our control! It would be best if the Ginyu Force was sent out to deal with that annoying bastard.” Abo added.
‘Those suckers can lose their lives instead.’ Kado inwardly snickered.
“Very well. I suppose I can send the Ginyu Force out. If this space pirate managed to scare the two of you, it shouldn’t be much for the Ginyu Force that has been training with me for the past four months.” Frieza waved them off. The two brothers gave their thanks for Lord Frieza’s gracious mercy and quickly exited the room.