A tiny twist in time

        Turles
assessed the damage to his quarters with a frown. Most of his clothes were
scorched and unusable even as rags. Two sets of armor needed replaced, and the
third was debatable. The one he’d been wearing had apparently disintegrated,
along with the clothes he’d been wearing, the bed sheets, and the mattress. The
solid metal bed frame and the wall next to it were slagged.

        Pictures
and mementos were pretty much a total loss. A few things that had been in
drawers and the closet were still salvageable, but none were in their former
conditions. Turles ran his hand over the wall, and decided the ship would have
to be inspected and likely repaired before he found out just exactly what had
happened. Someone was going to die for the pain he’d been put through.

        He
found the intercom to be out of order, and had to go to the bridge to give his
orders. The crew took the change of destination in stride; along with informing
him he needed new scouters as well. It was an unhappy Saiyan who headed for the
mess, determined to eat himself into a better frame of mind. Discovering the
larder was in dire need of being restocked sent him into a veritable frenzy of
well-suppressed rage.

        The
planet-side stop to take care of the resupply and repair took a month.
Suppressed rage over the costs sent him into a power spiral that ended with
blond spikes that made his crew blubber with fear. He took out four of the
planet’s largest cities before they waived the bill entirely, fully stocked the
mess, and sent him off. He blew the planet up anyway, to celebrate becoming a
Super Saiyan, and then set about learning and trying to surpass his new limits.

        He
set his crew the task of determining the locations of the remaining Saiyans,
and took his time formulating what to do with that information once they’d
found it. E’arth had more Saiyan warriors assigned than any underdeveloped
planet should, and he did have that seed they’d found. He’d start by recruiting
any Saiyans still there when he arrived, then destroy the world by growing the
fruit that would aid them in defeating Frieza once and for all, incidentally
rescuing the Saiyan his lieutenant Zarbon was keeping as a pet.

        Turles
snarled as he looked down at the picture of the young Saiyan. He’d heard rumors
of Brolli before, but hadn’t realized the boy had survived the royal execution
orders. Such a powerful, pretty Saiyan should not be left in the hands of that
perverted creature under Frieza’s command. He’d make a much better bedmate for
Turles… especially if they arrived after Zarbon had trained the boy.

        But,
to arrive during the training would be better, because then he could finish
training the young man to his own tastes, probably with the boy’s full
cooperation at his relief at being rescued and among Saiyans once more. At
bedding a Saiyan, instead of the monstrous beast that lurked behind Zarbon’s
pretty face.

        Yes,
in a few months, life would be very good. Turles smiled, giving himself over to
daydreams.