Though Turles had fantasized countless times about the day he would rule over Planet Vegeta… He hadn't expected that day to come so quickly.
He was merely roaming the edges of the universe, looking for a planet suitable for planting the Tree of Might, when he stumbled upon it by chance—the long-lost Planet Vegeta.
When he first realized what planet this was, Turles actually panicked.
The tale of how the Saiyans betrayed Frieza and dealt him a crippling blow had spread across the entire universe.
At first, Turles feared he might encounter some of the Saiyans responsible for that feat.
But after secretly investigating, he discovered the truth—Frieza had only been defeated through trickery. And the strongest warrior on the planet had a battle power under 30,000.
Meanwhile, Turles' power had already reached 300,000.
That's when he put his plan into action.
With overwhelming strength, he successfully planted the Tree of Might and lured many Saiyans to his side.
A former low-class warrior, he now stood at the top of the Saiyan race.
The feeling was... absolutely intoxicating.
"Go, Nappa! But remember—recruit as many as you can. What's a king without subjects to rule over?"
"Understood, Lord Turles!"
Nappa sneered and descended before King Vegeta and the others.
"This is your final chance, King Vegeta! Surrender to Lord Turles, or die!"
"You?" King Vegeta scoffed in disdain.
"Of course! You'll never understand Lord Turles' greatness!"
Nappa turned to the other Saiyans.
"Everyone! Yes, Lynx led us in defeating Frieza back then—but because of him, we've lived in hiding for five years! We can't even leave our own planet—like prisoners!"
"But Lord Turles is different!" "With him, we can return to the thrill of conquest! And more importantly—he has Tree of Might fruit! Follow him, and you too will gain the power!"
"Here! Let me show you what the fruit can do!"
With a loud shout, Nappa unleashed his energy. A surge of power blasted across the Saiyan ranks like a hurricane.
Scouters everywhere began to beep wildly.
"30,000?!" King Vegeta stared in disbelief at his former subordinate.
Five years ago, Nappa's power level had only been 10,000. Now it had tripled in just days?
Could the Tree of Might's fruit truly be this powerful?
Even King Vegeta began to waver. The other Saiyans—many already hesitant—were clearly shaken.
Sensing the fear, King Vegeta clenched his teeth and leapt forward.
"Enough bluffing, Nappa! Let me show you who the real royalty is!"
He punched—but Nappa easily caught it.
Nappa smirked coldly.
"King Vegeta… do I need to remind you? You're no longer the royal bloodline!"
With that, he slammed his fist into King Vegeta's head.
Boom! Blood sprayed in all directions.
King Vegeta screamed in agony as he hurtled across the land like a meteor.
But Nappa chased after him, and mid-air, delivered a brutal kick, sending him crashing into the ground.
BOOM! The earth cracked—King Vegeta lay in a deep crater.
Nappa stomped on his chest and laughed maniacally.
"Hahaha! Royalty? King Vegeta, this is the true power Lord Turles has granted me!"
"Before him—you're nothing!"
"Damn it…!" King Vegeta tried to stand, only for Nappa to stomp on him again, grinding his face into the dirt.
"Tch. Pathetic."
Nappa spat in disgust, then glared at the surrounding Saiyans.
Everyone—except for Bardock and Paragus—flinched under his gaze.
"So? Do you understand now?" "Who is the true king of the Saiyans?!"
Just as Nappa's voice echoed across the ruins…
Whooosh—! A sudden gust swept through the air.
Everyone looked up—Two figures appeared, floating above the battlefield.
"Who's there?!"
Their sudden appearance made Turles' faction tense up.
But Lynx didn't answer. He simply gave a calm smile, hands clasped behind his back.
Swoosh. As all eyes turned toward him, a wave of gasps spread through the crowd.
Turles looked around in confusion.
"What? Who is that guy?!"
Even Nappa, who moments ago had been radiating arrogance, began to tremble, retreating step by step.
No one answered Turles directly.
But from the ground, Paragus suddenly dropped to one knee, cupping his fists.
"He is the hero who led the Saiyans to defeat Frieza—The true King of the Saiyans—His Majesty Lynx!!"
Bardock followed suit, eyes shining with fervor.
"All hail King Lynx!"
"King Lynx!!"
One by one, all the Saiyans who hadn't joined Turles fell to their knees.
Their voices rose together, echoing like thunder.
Even among Turles' new recruits, many began to tremble just like Nappa.
It had been five years—But Lynx's presence and legend had not faded.
Turles, unimpressed, snorted and tapped his scouter.
But the reading made him frown.
"What? Only 5,000?" "That guy only has 5,000 battle power? Even the short one next to him has 10,000!"
"Are these Saiyans insane? How can someone with only 5,000 power be called king?!"
"Arrogant fool! Get down from there!"
One of Turles' elite warriors—Kakao—rushed at Lynx, aiming to knock him out of the sky.
From the ground, Nappa yelled in panic:
"Kakao! Be careful! That Lynx has a power level of 100,000!"
"What?!"
But Kakao had no time to react.
Lynx calmly stepped forward—And swept his leg.
WHAM!
With a thunderous thud, Kakao was launched backward—faster than he came—and smashed headfirst into the Tree of Might's trunk.
SPLAT! A grotesque explosion of blood and gore.