Monkey Moon Two

Turles hurled himself feet first at Goku. Remarkably, the other saiyan just stood still as the raging warrior bounced off harmlessly.

"WHAT??" dark eyes registered shock as he flipped to his feet. "Are you going to fight or what, Kakarot?"

Goku yawned. "Get on with it. You're amusing me." he mocked Turles with his own words from their previous encounter.

Raditz nudged Vegeta. "Hn, will you allow challenge on Turles?"

The Ouji smirked. "I have affection for the tasty fool. We'll eat him later at our leisure. Regardless of this nonsense, he _will_ join the pack."

"He is gonn" Nappa stated simply, chomping on fruit. "They fight hard, but have soft wills."

"Kakarot will bend him soon enough, koi." Raditz watched Turles punch his brother wildly, having no effect. "My little brother is ignorant of what he does, even now."

The bald general grinned at the warring saiyans. "Ai, Turles but courts him. I smelled their heat earlier."

Vegeta settled comfortably alongside the others in thick grass. "Kakarot has yet to learn all of our mating rituals. He still has no idea why Turles offered him war, despite causing near calamity on the world he loves. I tried to explain it earlier, but I doubt that he believed me."

Their conversation momentarily stopped as a heaving Turles stared at the unmoving Kakarot.

"What have you done? How did your power get so high?!" the fatigued saiyan demanded.

Goku laughed. "I was a match for you anyway, remember? Now I'm out of your league completely."

Turles snarled, balling his fists. "You'll have to prove it to me!!"

"Your call." Goku shrugged, promptly cold cocking him in the face. Turles went hurtling across the meadow. Flailing wildly, he crashed into a tree. Moments passed as the groggy saiyan staggered up from debris.

Goku mocked him, shaking a finger. "Now pay attention, because I'll only show this once." he began to glow.

Turles moved at him again. "No cheap tricks, Kakarot-" blinding golden aura forced him back like a cyclone.

"What insanity is this?!" Turles staggered back, covering his eyes. "He glows like a thousand suns!!"

The others grinned nearby. "Oh, this'll be good." Raditz commented.

Seconds later a golden saiyan stood defiantly. "Now come at me again, stupid."

Turles could only stare, speechless. He sensed the power before him.

"Not surprising. You came to earth looking for trouble, and tried to kill my son."

Turles smirked. "Nothing personal. I just wanted power."

"Here's some." Goku fired a ki blast at him, embedding the flustered saiyan into a rock wall.

Vegeta nearly rolled over in laughter. "Krukka, have pity, Kakarot. I think Turles understands the truth now!"

A bedraggled and bloodied Turles stumbled from cracked rock. "All right, Kakarot...I acknowledge your strength."

Goku folded his arms, stern. "Like you had a choice." he powered down to normal.

"That mode...I've heard other saiyans speak of it as legend. But..."

Turles looked in wonder at his prince. "Incredible...how is this power attained?"

Turles pointed in rage at Goku. "But he's a low class soldier!!"

Turles formed a power ring, hurling it at Raditz. Leaping to his feet, the maned saiyan punched it aside. The glowing orb exploded with force into the nearby jungle, destroying several trees.

"You're consistent, _huerta (piece). _ Lucky for you I'm in a good mood...Kakarot's already beaten you to sauce."

"Sit down before you fall down, fool" Vegeta instructed. "Saiyan pride is one thing, Turles...stupidity is another."

The exhausted warrior fell into the grass. "I need time to think."

Goku joined the others in the grass. "Don't hurt anything."

Nappa hunted some venison awhile later. The saiyans ate in unusual silence by a campfire. Fruits and nuts went along with roasted meat for dessert. Finally full, the group stretched out, their bellies stuffed.

Turles edged over to Nappa. "Tell me something. About Kakarot...why did he change?"

The bald general opened a sleepy eye. "What do you mean?"

"Ah. Well, we returned to this little planet with the idea of releasing his saiyan blood."

Turles glanced over at the sleeping Goku draped over his prince. "I see."

"He was resistant and stubborn, admirable traits. But blood rules in the end."

"Why did he resist? When I offered him war, he acted in a most bizarre manner."

"We broke through that resistance...rather, Kakarot did."

"His true self achieved dominance. He plays the part of Goku now for his human friends."

Turles sank into soft underbrush. "This is at odds with our goal."

Nappa eyed the younger saiyan closely. "Maybe. It hardly matters, since earth is not our primary concern. Soon enough we'll be spacebound."

Turles glanced at the skies. "I spent most of my life in space. At times I weary of it."

"Your little band of pirates not prove satisfactory, eh?"

"To a point. They were loyal, but a poor substitute for my own people."

"That problem no longer exists for you. Have you no knowledge of your parents?"

"Vaguely. I remember explosions, and being placed in a ship with other saiyans."

Nappa turned, lifting an eyebrow. "What happened to them?"

"During the course of space travel, they either disappeared or were killed violently."

Turles looked down momentarily. "Any way necessary. Different aliens kept me for amusement, seeing no threat in a child. Sometimes I even escaped, living by my wits on the streets of alien worlds. After a time I ran across others who'd suffered a similar history."

Turles puffed a little. "Of course. I had learned to suppress my ki, so little attention was drawn. My associates and I gained access to a space ship. We found pirating to to fun, not to mention profitable."

"The pack has no need of formality in a private setting. Look about you, Turles! None will bother us here."

The lost saiyan looked about. Vegeta and Kakarot dozed blissfully, wearing thin spandex training pants. Raditz was nearby, his thick tail draped over his brother's thigh. He purred in sleep. Golden skin was barely clad in snug shorts.

Turles inhaled the wild air, taking in sweet fragrances mingled with soil and water. The heady aroma of saiyan flesh pleased his senses no end. Slowly, his tail loosened and waved gently.

Turles snorted, but complied. In truth, the armor was a nuisance in the oppressive heat.

Turles smirked. "General, you're staring. I take it you approve?"

"You'd have made an excellent soldier in my fleet, boy. In any case, once you join the pack-"

Turles dropped his upper armor in the grass, plopping back down. "I haven't agreed to it. Besides, now that I'm immortal, things are different."

Instincts saved him a second later. He barely dodged a ki blast that nearly severed his head. An annoyed Vegeta no Ouji was sitting, hand outstretched and smoking.

"None dare refuse my invitation. You've been away from your people too long, Turles."

Turles lowered his head slightly. "No offense, my prince. I merely thought that I could resume my travels-"

Vegeta eyed him critically. "Have you ever bonded, Turles?"

"No, my prince. Only light mind touches, which allowed me to keep track of my comrades."

A sleepy Raditz reared up, yawning. His mane was full of sticks and leaves.

"Ai, fool...you have no concept of how a bond makes you feel."

Turles flushed. "I always found companionship when necessary!"

"Bah. Whores and favors. A bond completes you like nothing else."

Raditz laughed out loud. "Ha! And those touches cooled your body, left you satisfied and whole?"

Turles fell back in the grass. "Nothing so dramatic. I got by, and when the need arose I took someone else."

"I warned you about whining, Turles. You compare pale touches to completion of the soul?"

Nappa stroked the thick tail. "Never wanted it, Turles?"

The younger saiyan flushed. "There were private moments when I wondered...if there could ever be more."

Kakarot yawned, finally speaking. "Far more awaits. Why delay?"

Soft growl. "I didn't ask you, Kakarot. Joining the pack was Vegeta's invitation."

Turles stared at his prince. "I don't understand. He refused war when I offered it once."

Vegeta sniffed. "Ask again, then. You will join the pack, Turles. Then will you experience heights of pleasure only another saiyan can give."

Raditz purred as Nappa groomed him, picking out leaves and sticks. "Dive in, Turles. There's nothing to be gained by hesitation."

"Choice is not an option." Vegeta reminded Turles firmly.

"Still am I saiyan, Vegeta." Turles retorted. "I have pride."

"True. Blood will decide, Turles. When words fail, you will come."

"And away from your own kind. Moon is two days distant, Turles."

Dark eyes went wide in anticipation. "A natural moon exists here?!"

Turles glanced high at jungle treetops. "To run again...it's been so long!"

"Time enough. Meanwhile, rest. We have our own schedule."

"Hn" Turles flopped down, feeling heavy and bleary from the heat. "Tired."

Raditz observed his brother again. /Nappa, Kakarot considers challenge. See his eyes?/

The bald general glanced at Goku, whose eyes never retreated from Turles. A strange fire flickered in the dark depths.

He snuffed the thick mane of hair from behind. /When they roll, I would watch. Methinks Kakarot will be the one to break him./

Vegeta glared at them both, picking up through the pack link. /Redatta! Go back to sleep./

Snickering, the mated pair plopped down. Goku nipped Vegeta's ear, tugging him into an embrace. With a happy sigh, the ouji curled around his significant other, tumbling into the grass as well. Moments later his eyes closed.


	Monkey Moon Two Chapter 2 Turles hurled himself feet first at Goku. Remarkably, the other saiyan just stood still as the raging warrior bounced off harmlessly. "WHAT??" dark eyes registered shock as he flipped to his feet. "Are you going to fight or what, Kakarot?" Goku yawned. "Get on with it. You're amusing me." he mocked Turles with his own words from their previous encounter. "You dare?!" He launched himself again. Raditz nudged Vegeta. "Hn, will you allow challenge on Turles?" The Ouji smirked. "I have affection for the tasty fool. We'll eat him later at our leisure. Regardless of this nonsense, he _will_ join the pack." "He is gonn" Nappa stated simply, chomping on fruit. "They fight hard, but have soft wills." "Kakarot will bend him soon enough, koi." Raditz watched Turles punch his brother wildly, having no effect. "My little brother is ignorant of what he does, even now." The bald general grinned at the warring saiyans. "Ai, Turles but courts him. I smelled their heat earlier." Vegeta settled comfortably alongside the others in thick grass. "Kakarot has yet to learn all of our mating rituals. He still has no idea why Turles offered him war, despite causing near calamity on the world he loves. I tried to explain it earlier, but I doubt that he believed me." Their conversation momentarily stopped as a heaving Turles stared at the unmoving Kakarot. "What have you done? How did your power get so high?!" the fatigued saiyan demanded. Goku laughed. "I was a match for you anyway, remember? Now I'm out of your league completely." Turles snarled, balling his fists. "You'll have to prove it to me!!" "Your call." Goku shrugged, promptly cold cocking him in the face. Turles went hurtling across the meadow. Flailing wildly, he crashed into a tree. Moments passed as the groggy saiyan staggered up from debris. "What in the seven hells...how did you get so strong?!" Goku mocked him, shaking a finger. "Now pay attention, because I'll only show this once." he began to glow. Turles moved at him again. "No cheap tricks, Kakarot-" blinding golden aura forced him back like a cyclone. "What insanity is this?!" Turles staggered back, covering his eyes. "He glows like a thousand suns!!" The others grinned nearby. "Oh, this'll be good." Raditz commented. Seconds later a golden saiyan stood defiantly. "Now come at me again, stupid." Turles could only stare, speechless. He sensed the power before him. "I...knew nothing of this before, when we met." "Not surprising. You came to earth looking for trouble, and tried to kill my son." Turles smirked. "Nothing personal. I just wanted power." "Here's some." Goku fired a ki blast at him, embedding the flustered saiyan into a rock wall. Vegeta nearly rolled over in laughter. "Krukka, have pity, Kakarot. I think Turles understands the truth now!" A bedraggled and bloodied Turles stumbled from cracked rock. "All right, Kakarot...I acknowledge your strength." Goku folded his arms, stern. "Like you had a choice." he powered down to normal. "That mode...I've heard other saiyans speak of it as legend. But..." "Super saiyan, Turles." "You?!!" "Ai. So is Vegeta." Turles looked in wonder at his prince. "Incredible...how is this power attained?" Vegeta leaned against Raditz. "By work and heritage." Turles pointed in rage at Goku. "But he's a low class soldier!!" Raditz coughed. "Looked in a mirror lately?" Turles formed a power ring, hurling it at Raditz. Leaping to his feet, the maned saiyan punched it aside. The glowing orb exploded with force into the nearby jungle, destroying several trees. "You're consistent, _huerta (piece). _ Lucky for you I'm in a good mood...Kakarot's already beaten you to sauce." "How dare you call me huerta!" "Sit down before you fall down, fool" Vegeta instructed. "Saiyan pride is one thing, Turles...stupidity is another." The exhausted warrior fell into the grass. "I need time to think." Goku joined the others in the grass. "Don't hurt anything." "You're hysterical, Kakarot." "It's a different world for you, Turles. Deal with it." A cool stare followed his comment. **** Nappa hunted some venison awhile later. The saiyans ate in unusual silence by a campfire. Fruits and nuts went along with roasted meat for dessert. Finally full, the group stretched out, their bellies stuffed. Turles edged over to Nappa. "Tell me something. About Kakarot...why did he change?" The bald general opened a sleepy eye. "What do you mean?" "He's different than before. The light in his eyes." "Ah. Well, we returned to this little planet with the idea of releasing his saiyan blood." Turles glanced over at the sleeping Goku draped over his prince. "I see." "He was resistant and stubborn, admirable traits. But blood rules in the end." "Why did he resist? When I offered him war, he acted in a most bizarre manner." "Not surprising. He was raised among humans." "No wonder he kept insisting his name was 'Goku'." "We broke through that resistance...rather, Kakarot did." Turles blinked. "Hn?" "His true self achieved dominance. He plays the part of Goku now for his human friends." Turles sank into soft underbrush. "This is at odds with our goal." Nappa eyed the younger saiyan closely. "Maybe. It hardly matters, since earth is not our primary concern. Soon enough we'll be spacebound." Turles glanced at the skies. "I spent most of my life in space. At times I weary of it." "Your little band of pirates not prove satisfactory, eh?" "To a point. They were loyal, but a poor substitute for my own people." "That problem no longer exists for you. Have you no knowledge of your parents?" "Vaguely. I remember explosions, and being placed in a ship with other saiyans." Nappa turned, lifting an eyebrow. "What happened to them?" "During the course of space travel, they either disappeared or were killed violently." "How did you manage to survive?" Turles looked down momentarily. "Any way necessary. Different aliens kept me for amusement, seeing no threat in a child. Sometimes I even escaped, living by my wits on the streets of alien worlds. After a time I ran across others who'd suffered a similar history." Dark eyes sparked. "You were in charge, naturally." Turles puffed a little. "Of course. I had learned to suppress my ki, so little attention was drawn. My associates and I gained access to a space ship. We found pirating to to fun, not to mention profitable." Nappa sat up a little. "Take off that armor." "Why?" "The pack has no need of formality in a private setting. Look about you, Turles! None will bother us here." The lost saiyan looked about. Vegeta and Kakarot dozed blissfully, wearing thin spandex training pants. Raditz was nearby, his thick tail draped over his brother's thigh. He purred in sleep. Golden skin was barely clad in snug shorts. Turles inhaled the wild air, taking in sweet fragrances mingled with soil and water. The heady aroma of saiyan flesh pleased his senses no end. Slowly, his tail loosened and waved gently. "Take off that armor, I said." Nappa ordered. Turles snorted, but complied. In truth, the armor was a nuisance in the oppressive heat. Nappa observed in appreciation. _Hn, another beauty..._ Turles smirked. "General, you're staring. I take it you approve?" "You'd have made an excellent soldier in my fleet, boy. In any case, once you join the pack-" Turles dropped his upper armor in the grass, plopping back down. "I haven't agreed to it. Besides, now that I'm immortal, things are different." Instincts saved him a second later. He barely dodged a ki blast that nearly severed his head. An annoyed Vegeta no Ouji was sitting, hand outstretched and smoking. "None dare refuse my invitation. You've been away from your people too long, Turles." Turles lowered his head slightly. "No offense, my prince. I merely thought that I could resume my travels-" Vegeta eyed him critically. "Have you ever bonded, Turles?" "No, my prince. Only light mind touches, which allowed me to keep track of my comrades." A sleepy Raditz reared up, yawning. His mane was full of sticks and leaves. "Ai, fool...you have no concept of how a bond makes you feel." Turles flushed. "I always found companionship when necessary!" "Bah. Whores and favors. A bond completes you like nothing else." Turles sniffed. "I did fine." Raditz laughed out loud. "Ha! And those touches cooled your body, left you satisfied and whole?" Turles fell back in the grass. "Nothing so dramatic. I got by, and when the need arose I took someone else." "That will come to an end." Vegeta stated. "But, Ouji-" "I warned you about whining, Turles. You compare pale touches to completion of the soul?" "No." Nappa stroked the thick tail. "Never wanted it, Turles?" The younger saiyan flushed. "There were private moments when I wondered...if there could ever be more." Kakarot yawned, finally speaking. "Far more awaits. Why delay?" Soft growl. "I didn't ask you, Kakarot. Joining the pack was Vegeta's invitation." "At my request." Turles blinked. "Your??" Goku nearly smiled. "Ai, with some convincing." Turles stared at his prince. "I don't understand. He refused war when I offered it once." Vegeta sniffed. "Ask again, then. You will join the pack, Turles. Then will you experience heights of pleasure only another saiyan can give." Turles' tail puffed. "There is much to consider." Raditz purred as Nappa groomed him, picking out leaves and sticks. "Dive in, Turles. There's nothing to be gained by hesitation." "Choice is not an option." Vegeta reminded Turles firmly. "Still am I saiyan, Vegeta." Turles retorted. "I have pride." "True. Blood will decide, Turles. When words fail, you will come." "I've been on my own too long." "And away from your own kind. Moon is two days distant, Turles." Dark eyes went wide in anticipation. "A natural moon exists here?!" "Ai, we've run already several times." Turles glanced high at jungle treetops. "To run again...it's been so long!" "Time enough. Meanwhile, rest. We have our own schedule." "Hn" Turles flopped down, feeling heavy and bleary from the heat. "Tired." Raditz observed his brother again. /Nappa, Kakarot considers challenge. See his eyes?/ The bald general glanced at Goku, whose eyes never retreated from Turles. A strange fire flickered in the dark depths. He snuffed the thick mane of hair from behind. /When they roll, I would watch. Methinks Kakarot will be the one to break him./ Raditz gave a sly grin. /Leftovers for us./ Vegeta glared at them both, picking up through the pack link. /Redatta! Go back to sleep./ Snickering, the mated pair plopped down. Goku nipped Vegeta's ear, tugging him into an embrace. With a happy sigh, the ouji curled around his significant other, tumbling into the grass as well. Moments later his eyes closed. _Ah, my kingdom..._