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As you head towards Turles’ room, you remember that joke he made about conquering Earth. Not that you would put too much weight on a joke, but his general attitude is somewhat worrying. He seems somewhat friendly to the Briefs, but he seems to not care much about them otherwise.
You knock and his door swiftly opens, he looks at you from above, like Kakarot, he is a few centimeters higher than you but in him you saw that it was age that made him taller and stronger physically. “Prince Vegeta?” He says. “How come?”
“I’d like to speak with you for a moment. We haven’t had a chance to since… Well, since you joined us.” You say.
“Uh… Alright. Come on in.” He says, you enter and wait for him to seat himself. He takes one of the chairs in his room and you take the other.
“So uh.” Turles says awkwardly. “What’s up?”
You smile, a Saiyan with a power that rivals yours being this awkward. “How is your power level?”
“I’m still sticking at 17.000, which is good, I guess.” He says. “I haven’t big drops in the past year.”
“Perhaps the fabled fruit you ate had some effect in the end?”
“Maybe, I wouldn’t know.” He answers. “It’d feel awkward to go back down to 3.000 after so much time at this power level.”
“Right. Anyhow, I’ve got the feeling that you’re not fitting in as well as the rest of the crew. Do you believe in our objectives?”
It takes him a long while to answer to that. “Believe?” He says. “It’s hard to throw that word around, prince.” He pauses for a bit more. “I don’t believe in anything.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t get me wrong. This is all very noble and nice and whatever you might call it.” Turles continues. “But I’ve lived for a very long time, prince. Longer than you.”
“How old are you?” You’ve never given it much thought, but Turles is likely one of the oldest of the crew.
“I’m 47 years old.” He says. You open your eyes wide. “Yeah, I don’t look the part, I think it’s my hair and thin face, heh.”
He’s only 5 years younger than Nappa. “That’s a surprise.”
He shrugs. “Too young to serve in the Tuffle wars and gain distinction, like Nappa. By the time it was over I was stuck as a low class warrior and had to fight in the frontlines on other planets. Risky, deadly missions. Like Bardock, I’ve had a few close shaves with death. My power level jumped from 1.000 to 3.000.”
“You fought for planet Vegeta?”
“I guess? I fought for the reward, the money. Grand ideals seem…” He thinks the next word through. “…pointless to me.”
“You don’t believe, then?”
“There’s moments where I do believe. But I spent 6 years fighting for the Saiyans as a low class and my reward was almost nothing, just the thrill of the fight. Back then I did believe that I could become an elite someday, then the planet got turned into space dust.”
