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Second Life	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 28
The Battle: Zerg Rush
Turles released yet another ki blast killing at least a dozen of the surrounding men. Unfortunately it was a dozen out of thousands. They just kept fling themselves at him from all angles, there were so many. If there were just a hundred of them this would be no problem, with the number of soldiers here he would even have to break a sweat to defeat these weaklings.
Turles had no problem with slaughter, he had done it as a child, he had destroyed entire planets in his quest for power. What he didn’t like was to feel weak after all that. Kakarot, his spineless, worthless, younger cousin had defeated him, and humiliated the team of fighters he’d personally put together. At first he’d wanted revenge, for himself and Raditz who he learned met his end not during the destruction of Planet Vegeta as he’d initially believed but at the hands of Kakarot. However, now Kakarot was dead, Raditz was alive, and his uncle had risen from the dead as well.
He could rebuild his crew, Raditz and Bardock were true saiyans, this whole quest proved it. He knew his uncle was seeking the super saiyan transformation, he wanted it too, but he had begun to believe that it was just a fluke, maybe there could only be one every thousand years. Even without it they would be unstoppable, he would even train up Raditz’s brat, she’d certainly grown on him.
Turles was torn from his musing when a powerful blow threw him over the waves of men.
“Commander!” shouted some of the soldiers he’d been slaughtering.
He was still surrounded on all sides but the grunts had backed off, leaving ample space for him to see his assailant. The alien stood at the same height as the others, nothing marked him as different except for the added shoulder pads of his armor and the power behind that punch.
This fight had just gotten interesting, still not challenging but interesting.
Turles didn’t wait for the awe of the crowd to die down, he just lunged forward at the newcomer using half his strength. The alien commander met his blow with a block and proceeded into a series of punches and kicks. He was a skilled fighter, Turles could admit but he lacked power. The same thing that Turles himself once lacked but the saiyan pirate had sought power and been granted it. He just didn’t have enough, though he had enough for this.
He allowed the commander a minute and a half of believing they were evenly matched. Then he drew back his fist and rammed it straight through the alien’s chest, or he tried. Another soldier had jumped out of the crowd, and surprised him from behind. He almost had forgotten about the other insects, he hadn’t thought they were going to attack any more.
The sneaky soldier he slammed on the ground had shoulder pads too, so he guess they were both a higher rank then the other worms. He glanced out into the surrounding forces, yes he could see them, about twenty of the shoulder pad having men blending into the crowd waiting to jump in and help their brethren. Fine, let them come; he was just getting started anyway.
He threw his hands back to charge his ki and then aimed into the crowd.
“Calamity Blaster!”
That took out at least two hundred men, but now they all came. The higher ranking commanders leapt into battle while the grunts raised their voices with disorienting shouting. He was surrounded by 23 decent fighters. Turles smirked, then he hit the nearest one with a Meteor Break and flew up high into the air. The aliens followed, but he put enough distance between them to charge his Kill Driver attack. The ki ring traveled downwards and the commanders easily avoided it by exploiting the same loophole Kakarot’s brat once did but the masses down below could not. There were too many all bunched together for any swift evasion so the attack hit and the resulting explosion took out at least 600 men. It left a great crater in this otherwise flat landscape and although the blast took most of the bodies with it there were quite a few half singed, bleeding profusely, and dying slowly.
Turles laughed harshly, he enjoyed seeing the annoying insects dying., but he could only enjoy it for a few moments before the elite group was on him. They attacked furiously and unrelentingly using their numbers against him, surrounding him so tightly he could barely move. This limited all of them to physical attacks and like the first commander he faced these aliens were skilled but Turles was no slouch in that area either. His Meteor Break technique wasn’t meant for this type of closed in situation but he adapted it to work. He rammed his elbows, knees, and occasionally his head with enough strength to break armor and bone.
This would be his greatest feat ever, every fighter in the galaxy would talk about how Turles, the Great Saiyan Pirate, single handedly defeated an army of 20000 men. A great cry came from below; Turles glanced down to see the insects beginning to rise up. They probably could no longer take watching their commanders fall before him like flies.
He released a volley of ki blast down at them before each of his limbs were suddenly attached to an alien. They were trying to hold him, why? He struggled against them but he had exerted himself enough that their combined strength could hold him.
He wasn’t sure the point of this until a blast slammed into him from behind, and another from in front of him. They blasted him again, and again with smaller blasts filling the space of the larger blasts. His reserves were gone, his consciousness was fading, he had to get out of this. Despite what he’d muttered at his uncle he was not taking the chance that someone down in hell would want to revive him for any reason.
He dug deep reaching any scrap of reserves he could call on. He found it and pushed it outwards in all directions, frying the ones holding him and decimating the ones surrounding him. He also took out a good portion of the grunts. He was still in trouble though, there were still thousands of them and he was on his last leg. He was going to die here, defeated by these nothings. They weren’t even the top dogs, they were weak, and they lacked the power that he’d sacrificed everything to gain. He didn’t want to die like this.
He had only one last play.
He squeezed his hands together, desperately trying to form the False Moon Power Ball before the remaining soldiers reached him. The ball just left his fingertips as he was seized and buried in a massive ball of grunt, hitting and kicking him on all sides. The energy ball was destroyed in the mob rush. That was it, he had lost, he was going to die. He kind of wished he’d died back on Earth all those years ago, that would have been a better death.
A strong punch threw him, and he looked out into the sky.
The natural moon had risen, and it was full. He let out a delicious cackle as he felt the Blutz Waves course through his body. He felt himself grow bigger, hair sprouting up all over his body and his fangs elongating. He felt the soldiers panic as well as he heard it. He could smell it, and as he sank his fangs into the unprotected jugular of a nearby soldier, he could taste it.
This was his salvation, this was power, this was victory.
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