Bring Me To Life

[Turles]

Life was at his blasted fingertips, he only needed the right tools and the right time. One tool in Hell to reach the second tool on Earth. That was all there was to it. Then they would do his bidding and before he knew it, he would be alive again. The right time was drawing in closely. The defenders on Earth were powerful. Too powerful. While he had been strong in life, now he would feel like nothing more than a blip on whatever radars they used. His presence, until it was too late, would go unnoticed. At least that was the plan. Not to mention, so far Earth was immersed in a time of peace, their guard would be lax.

The irritable saiya-jin warlord rubbed his hands together. The plan was simple. All it required was that his ship had survived the interference of Earth's defenders. Of that, he was skeptical. But what he was certain of, was that the tank in which he had cultivated the Might Extract would be intact. He had spared absolutely no expense in it's construction. Replicated seeds of the Tree had been tucked away in it, and the life-giving extract that he had used many times before on reviving fossilized remains...It had to all be there, safe from those unwitting foolhardy heroes. Sitting and ready to be put to use.

The search for the perfect cohort in Hell had gone on for a long time now. It had to be someone from Earth specifically and he was amazed at how it seemed Earth had next to no mystics. At least in Hell. No wonder it was such a weak planet! Earth had no blighters or any evil doer with such power? It was an impossible idea. He didn't realize the search would be so daunting...A shaman, a witch, a wizard, something that could project their spirit somehow! He didn't care how! He needed one and he needed it now!

Other saiya-jins were hard to find for some reason as well. Turles wondered if it was something about Hell...separate and conquer. They had done that a lot during their time in the galaxy. It was fitting that they feel that lonely despair in Hell too, he supposed. However, he had never needed others unless they were henchmen to do his bidding and nothing was going to change that any time soon. It was best to remain attachment free, it was just good life and business sense.

He knew a couple had been to Earth before him and failed because of that traitorous fool Kakarot, they had been the last few survivors with him. Already with his crew in hand, Turles had no need to deal with the snide little prince and his two guards. It was insane though that they, the last few, all wound up making their graves on the same planet in the end. Wracking his brain as to who the remaining saiya-jins had been and who had died on Earth, he deduced that his weak nephew would have to do the job for him. Turles sneered. He would rather find what he considered more capable hands to sully but he had no real options. Nappa had been much too dim to grasp anything mystical, he was sure. At least his eldest nephew had half a brain.

He remembered vaguely, now and again, how he had come across the younger saiya-jin by the Blood Fountain. It was a serene, if not gruesome place. It certainly seemed a quaint place for one of his brothers to brood at during their punishing sentence. So Turles decided to wait there, lurking, for when he would be able to have a few moments of contact with his nephew on his next visit to the fountain. There was little doubt that he would cooperate...Raditz really had no choice in the matter. His stay in Hell could become much worse. He'd make sure of it.

His dark eyes roamed around, searching the area. The fountain trickled quietly and there was next to no one present. There were none of the ridiculous little boats floating around. It was, for lack of something less pun based, deathly quiet. The saiya-jin growled darkly. He had only been standing there five minutes and already his patience was on dangerously thin ice. It would be all the willpower he could muster not to beat his nephew senseless for making him wait.

[Raditz]

Raditz groaned in some pain. He'd just gotten out of a snare with a very hungry creeper plant of some sort. The maned saiyajin looked worse for wear as he coddled his right arm. It felt like something had torn in his bicep and it ached horribly. Along with the strained muscle, his exposed limbs were riddled with cuts where the vines thorny bits had cut into him. There was also a long, open gash in his side through his armor where it had tried to get a good nibble at his organs. A well aimed Saturday Crush had kept him from becoming an afterlife snack. Why the hell a plant-monster wanted to eat even in death was beyond him, but Hell was just full of strange and frustrating shit.

On top of that, the Ginyu Force along with Frieza and Cell had been causing their own share of trouble. The ogres were pretty fed up with their antics, sometimes they just let them run wild and free until they could be dealt with. The tired saiyajin felt it unfair that not only was he separated from his own kind, but he was stuck being victimized by some of his former tormentors and thensome. It had not yet been determined what would become of him, if reincarnation was even an option. Raditz would gladly accept being reborn as a newt at this point.

'I fucking hate it here...I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!' He wanted to scream, but he was worried that he would attract more trouble than he really wanted. As he approached the Bloody Pond to sit and reflect, possibly even meditate, he saw a very unwelcome sight.

His uncle, Turles, wasn't someone he was used to dealing with. And when he had dealt with him, it was not exactly on friendly terms. Whatever hardon against Bardock the man harbored, it carried on against his sons. Then again, from what he heard, Kakarot had been the one that threw him to Hell in the first place. So it seemed that he, the one in the middle, just naturally took the brunt of the unwelcome, hostile attention. Torn between fleeing or just taking what would come, he decided to simply find his favored seat. If Turles was looking for him, well then he'd come to him.

[Turles]

The wait was less exasperating then he thought it would be. His nephew soon showed up. It was a grim delight, seeing how battered and frustrated he looked. It was highly possible that he wound up in that sorry state courtesy of his fellow prisoners. Undoubtedly, he was feeling just like he was. Irritable, despondent, a burning desire to get the fuck out of Dodge.

And so, I'll oblige him...He smirked in dark glee as he casually wandered over to him. The older saiya-jin's tail swayed back and forth lazily, showing that he was in a reasonably good mood. A prime indicator that Raditz mind his manners lest he suffer his fury. In his state, Turles doubted he wanted any more trouble because relative or not, the saiya-jin warlord would not hesitate for a second to make him suffer further and put him in his rightful place.

"If it isn't my lovely little nephew, Raditz." Turles cut to the chase quickly as he placed his fists on his hips. "It is time for recruitment. You're going to be helping me, and should you succeed, you'll never see this desolate pit again."

The plan was simple, all the truly elaborate work would be on his nephew's weak shoulders. He bent forward, coming nose to nose with the long haired saiya-jin so he could make sure he was listening and listening well. "I want your pathetic tree hugger talents put to use...I don't know how you'll do it, but you'll find and convince some weak dunderhead on Earth to assist you in bringing us back to life."

(Short and kind of crappy. Deal with it.)

[Raditz]

Before Turles came over to start terrorizing him, Raditz had settled down on the ground and started channeling a few healing spells to mend all of the scratches and the gash. The stinging of the wounds had steadily been soothed and they were closing cleanly. The gash itself though was having a hard time mending, he could feel some kind of toxin working against him. After a while he could feel it tighten his muscles. It was probably meant to lock him up for suffocation and paralyzing.

He cleaned out the poison to the best of his ability, even as the intimidating shadow of his uncle came to settle over him. The maned saiyajins tail curled up behind him in dread as he continued tending his injuries. He didn't look up until Turles was in his face.

His brows arched as he looked up. It was starting off...It was unsettling. Turles almost sounded some semblance on nice. Oh, there was the catch. Raditz kept his mouth clamped shut. He didn't want to haul off and say 'I don't think I can do that...' because he knew it would get him a beat down. He swallowed, uneasy. He could try but it wasn't likely to succeed.

"Okay...Say I manage some sort of spirit on Earth, what...exactly am I supposed to do? It's not like I can go around collecting the dragon balls to wish us back. Not only would I not be able to find them, but Kakarot and the others would stop me well before I succeeded."

[Turles]

Not even a second after his relative posed a question, Turles had already swung his arm back, very ready to knock the stuffing out of him. The saiya-jin faltered, angry eyes narrowing further. Dragon balls? What the hell were those? And why did he feel he should already know? As peculiar, and interesting, as that sounded, it was not in his plan. But it warranted looking into later on. A wish to grant someone life again? What else would they grant? He would question the cur later on, once they were free of their damnation.

"No, you waste of skin...I have no plans for these dragon ball things you're talking about. However we will go over those in greater detail later on. What I need you to do is simple. Manifest some manner of spirit for communing with a living being on Earth. Find some happy heroic simpleton, I don't care. Have them retrieve your remains and take them to the site where we had planted the Tree of Might. My ship, or more importantly the Might Extract Tank, should still be somewhere in the vicinity." Turles spoke as plainly and as simply as possible, feeling the fool would err somewhere on the plan. "The extract I created from tests with the seedling for the great Tree has allowed me to revive those who have been long dead, fossils even. Applied to your festering bones, you'll be revived and stronger than before. Then I want you to get rid of whatever fool you used and find some remains of myself. There are compartments in the tank with several specimens, one of them being hair from my head. It should be sufficient enough to do the job."

He smirked. As dim as Raditz could be, he was sure even he could manage. The older saiya-jin leaned back and reached over patting his nephew on the head like some sort of pet. Once he turned his hand, he grabbed a handful of the spiky mane around the back of his head and made sure he was really, really paying attention as he leaned back down. "If you don't do as I order...Let's just say your stay here will get much, much worse. In fact, the first chance I get, I will wipe you from existence. There won't be any of you left to reincarnate, not that you would become much. Maybe some miniscule cockroach someone will stomp out."

Releasing his grip with a hard yank, making sure Raditz understood what to do, he turned away to casually walk away. He didn't bother looked back, giving him a flippant wave over his shoulder as he called back, "I wouldn't recommend reviving yourself and not reviving me! I may be dead but I'll get you back one way or another!"

[Raditz]

When Turles looked ready to knock him around, Raditz just braced for it. Saiyajins like Turles or even Vegeta, you were begging for a harder beating if you moved around. It gave them something to play with. If you played possum, they would just get bored and either leave you be after roughing you up or get it over with and kill you. Technically, Raditz didn't figure you could die again in Hell, so he would just get roughed up.

He sat there, shoulders bunched until he realized no attack was coming. He untensed, if only a little, to open one eye and look at him in surprise. So his uncle had no idea about the dragon balls? Raditz silently cursed, eyes open and wide, since he wound up letting him know then. That was great, undoubtedly if this 'plan' worked, Turles would want them later on. Turles gave him the jist of the idea and he mulled it over. It sounded relatively simple. But it was just the whole process of getting some sort of contact.

'Good mother moon, I don't want to help him but...'

Raditz blinked down, looking a little caught off guard at the seemingly affectionate gesture. Of course, getting patted on the head like some 'good child' was quite humiliating but he didn't understand why-Well, there it was. There was the catch. The maned saiyajin fought a yelp. Despite appearances, he was tenderheaded and nothing hurt more than having his scalp pulled on. It tended to infuriate him, were he not afraid of the offender that was. He grimaced, one eye closed as he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his cheek. There was no option but to do the job, even though he was still very skeptical that Turles could truly wipe him from existance. However Turles didn't make things up for the most part, right? That wasn't really something he wanted to chance. He let out a gasp when his hair was let go and rubbed the sore spot. And if he succeeded and double crossed? Joy.

The last thing Raditz wanted to do was give Turles the shot at being alive again. In any case, now he had to figure something out. He made a low whine in his throat as he looked around, trying to determine what the hell he was going to do. Spirit manifestation would require a lot of meditating which he couldn't do for very long out in the open area. Not if he didn't want something else stealthing up on him unaware.

He tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully, sluggishly getting to his feet. His muscles felt a little stiff, but otherwise he would live. The maned saiyajin wandered around the pond, looking around searchingly. He felt foolish for thinking he would find a safe place in Hell. He made his way over to a sizable tree near where the ogre guards were stationed and jumped in. At least he would be off the ground, out of sight, and the scent of the leaves and wood would have him reasonably masked. Raditz sighed, folding his legs under himself and leaned against he body of the tree. Shifting comfortably, arms crossed over his chest, he closed his eyes as he started to concentrate. The concentration started off relaxed, sort of casual. Then it started to focus more.

~+~

Hours, then days passed by from the little 'meeting' and when the saiyajin had started the grueling task of meditating. In the Spinach Wastes, where the first saiyajin had landed on Earth, most of the signs of his arrival had wasted away. The crater where the shards of his space craft were scattered had filled slightly and grassed over. The remains of the alien were buried somewhere in the earth, nothing but bone and broken armor. And seemingly out of no where, a pint sized black spirit wolf dragged itself out of the ground. His transparency made him nearly impossible to see, but he was there.

'Unbelievable. I know some druids manage to literally transport from plane to plane in one way or another, but I never thought I could achieve something like this.' Raditz smirked a little as he fought hard to maintain his focus. While the wolf form he had a habit of using was large and menacing, he had opted for a less intimidating appearance as a sort of pup. No do-gooding simpleton could refuse helping something cute, he knew how most of those hero-types worked. 'But I'm here...Hn, I'm not sure if I can wander far from where I died. That might be a problem...'

When he tried to leave the site, his manifestation began breaking up a little. He grimaced. It would require more practice and more energy if he were going to wander futher. 'Turles...didn't specify a timeline...So I hope he doesn't come after me in a fit if I'm not delivering him results at the drop of a hat.' Regardless, he started to worry. How was he supposed to get someone to take his remains to where the Tree of Might had been if he couldn't move outside the-The pup lifted his head. He was bound to his remains. So if his remains were moved, he could move. Right? That made some sense. Now he just had to have some help.

The spirit pup sat down on his back haunches. Thinking, thinking. The Spinach Wastes had practically no trees. He couldn't be getting any treants to start it off. He leered down at the ground. He doubted Earth had anyone that would sense some sort of call. But it didn't hurt to try. In Hell, he clenched his hands tightly, it was hard to further extend his already taxed power as his spirit sent something much like a distress signal through the earth. It rippled along, like an unseen, unfelt tremor through the ground. He feared someone who wasn't an imbecile would feel it and answer, but all he could do was hope otherwise. Now...he would wait.

[Selypa]

Turles wasn't the only one that had their eye on Raditz.

Violet eyes stared thoughtfully in the general direction of the tree, short black hair fluttering in a non-existent breeze. She sat on the edge of the blood fountain, her long legs crossed in front of her. Like so many other denizens of Hell, she wore armor, though the underarmor was a bright fuschia color, and ended at hotpant level. A sheath of gold wrapped around leg, both legs sporting knee pads before ending in the plain white boots that were fairly typical for army members. Her arms were left bare, one white-gloved hand resting on the rim of the fountain. The other hand-

-...held someone struggling under the bloody fountain. A frog-faced someone that wasn't any taller then her but at least three times as wide. She, however, was paying no attention.

Without the need to eat, drink, breath, sleep... It wasn't uncommon to find people hiding in one place or another for hours at a time. Raditz, however, had been in that tree for days now, not even moving, a look of concentration on his face. To make matters even worse, she swore she had seen someone who had to have been Turles skulking in the area. She hadn't been able to get a clear view, but it did set off alarm bells for the woman.

A hand closing on her arm caused her to look down in surprise at the frog-faced idiot struggling in the blood. The idiot had come up on her several hours ago when she had been thinking, and had tried to pick a fight. Selypa, having none of it, had just grabbed him and thrust him into the fountain all without blinking an eye.

...And held him there.

For hours.

Muttering under her breath, she jerked her arm, sending him landing on the ground. He began to sputter, gasping and swearing at her. Her violet eyes snapped as she rose to her feet, striding over to him. Then, without warning, she drew her leg back and kicked, sending the frog-faced moron flying sky-high.

"Idiot." Selypa muttered before turning, shaking off her glove. Luckily the blood just ran off the smooth fabric. Her footsteps took her across the grounds until she came to the tree. Turning, she leaned against the tree, arms folded over her chest, eyes closing. One of the gate guards started to say something but she just ignored him.

Selypa had no idea what Raditz was up to, but she was going to find out, one way or another. And hell, maybe she could get a good fight out of someone who came to beat him up. It wasn't uncommon, as Raditz seemed to be a favorite target...

[Turles]

Selypa was just in those alarm bells going off where he was concerned. He'd more than once given her friend, his brother, some considerable trouble. Hell, one time just for shits and giggles, he blew up a planet they were ordered to purge before they reached it. Whether they caught hell for it or not, he wasn't sure, but he could only imagine their faces. And whenever Turles caught Bardock unaware and asleep on the occasions they were stationed on the same base, well, childish scribbles and worse wound up on his face from a marker. Then there was that time he tampered with the pods prior to another mission, sending them to an especially foul and dangerous planet. Yes, Turles enjoyed giving his brother grief to no end.

His escape depended on that idiot maintaining his concentration. His stay in Hell had been a few years, he was dismissive of a few more days or even weeks if all went well. If his understanding of the mechanations were correct, it would be a while before Raditz would be able to reach out to whatever fool would aid him alone. Then there would be the trek to his ship, which depending on where Raditz found his lackey and recovered his remains, could be a lengthy trip.

The burly saiya-jin lurked around the area of the pond, occassionally straying close to the tree for a better look. It was likely that the other saiya-jin had noticed him at some point from wherever she was in the area, though he had not taken her into account. Raditz was who he had his eye on, and anyone threatening his concentration. He was busy making sure his nephew was actually meditating, not putting up an act. His tail flicked from side to side in swift, agitated motions as he stared sternly. The way his face was drawn from focusing, Turles felt satisfied for the time being. The guards eyed him, but so long as he wasn't making for any threatening motions, they ignored him. He was one of the ones they tended to avoid anyway, since more than one ogre had suffered terribly at his hand. Once he felt placated, he wandered off until later when something aroused his interest.

Erratic splashing in the pond near the tree caught his ear on one of the instances he was on his way to check on his cohort. He glanced over to see the source of the noise was the female saiya-jin terrorizing the shortest member of the Ginyu Force. He watched the squat man get kicked away like the oversized blob that he was as he meandered towards her and the tree. If his memory served him well, she worked with his brother, to which he sneered. That meant she was, or would be, an annoyance to get rid of.

"Don't you have my brother's boots to polish or something, wench?" Turles had never cared to learn the names of Bardock's little friends, let alone show them any form of respect. But his dislike for his brother had that way of seeping outward. Besides, they were just lower class scum like he was. They weren't really worthy of his attention, let alone the time of day. He folded his arms over his armored chest, staring down at her with open contempt. "I'll be keeping an eye on my nephew here, so you don't need to hover around here like the harpy you are."

[Selypa]

Turles might not be the strongest son of a bitch in the universe- as his death so clearly stated- but he was one of the biggest douches in all of existence as far as she was concern.

The scent of another saiyajin wafted to her nose as she leaned against the tree, eyes closed like she was just relaxing there through some coincidence and not in a protective gesture towards the wayward son of her friend and commander. Her tail, however, lashed behind her, showing her displeasure at the man's approach.

If there was a single person in the world that she would love to rid all of existence, including Hell, of, it had to be Turles. The man was a pest, and had an arrogance that was as bad as the royal family. He got onto her nerves as his brother never seemed to, and he was a boil on the backside of Hell. To her credit, she hadn't really run into him too many times in the afterlife. Figures she'd run into him again.

Her tail lashed at his word, though she kept her face mostly calm as she opened her peculiar violet eyes. She had never found another member of their race that had the same eyes as her, and she was just fine with that.

"That's all you could come up with, you rotting cist?" Selypa retorted, focusing her eyes on him, though to her credit, her voice still remained fairly calm. "If I feel like hovering, then guess what. I'm going to hover." Casually she lifted her hand to study her fingers, as if she could see her fingers beneath her gloves. "What the hell are you doing with him, Turles? You've never taken any interest in your nephews, even one of them so easily kicked your pathetic ass."

Selypa was actually amused by the sheer amount of dicks and bastards that had been placed in hell by Kakarot. It was a pity that Raditz was one of them, but the tally and the names were impressive, though she still wasn't sure what to make of the damned bug.

She cut her violet eyes to him, ready to dodge from any attack. The only outward sign of her temper was the lash of her tail, which didn't even give him the courtesy of cowering against her leg. No, it was openly defiant against him.

[Turles]

"I could always call you what my failed hero of a brother does, but you might explode and really, this close to Raditz, I would rather we acted...civil." Yes, he didn't want a fight to break out so close to the younger saiya-jin. It would definitely rouse him from his focused work and the last thing he wanted was an interruption.

His dark eyes wandered down, not in the least admiring her figure, no, he was watching her tail. He could practically hear it. It was snapping back and forth. It was amusing to him to see that simply being there had her riled up. "Yes. Kakarot. I'm not sure how he succeeded, I was quite confident I had him broken and bleeding at the base of the Tree. However he managed to muster some attack of significant power in the end. Strong enough to destroy the Tree even. Ah well. Once I get out of here, and get stronger, I'll return the favor." Normally, he would not have divulged even a speck of his plan to anyone outside the involved parties, but he couldn't help but taunt Selypa. It was just too much fun. What he would give to see their faces, once they knew they were alive again. "As for Raditz...He's my tool. And be careful that you or Bardock don't anger me too much, because I'll make him wish he never succeeded getting out of here."

Turles saw no reason to hide from her that he had no trouble making anyone suffer. If it came down to it, he would flay whoever was unfortunate enough to be around at the time. And in addition, Raditz was unaware that Turles had many plans for him after they were revived. He would not be left to simply be. It would assist his work to have a semi-capable druid doing his bidding and in the end, it would be a nice little fuck you to his dead brother. Once Raditz outlived his usefulness, well, he would get a painful death. Or worse. The thought caused him to snicker out loud.

Like her, he was poised and ready for any possible attack she might throw at him and he half expected her to lash out, in defense of either her captain or his son. The taller warrior stepped away from the tree, putting a few feet between them with his back to her, showing he too had no form of fear. Sure, to him she was a stain to purge, but he honestly had no desire to expend the energy. And she was hardly a threat to him, unless she went running to Bardock.

While he was thinking of him...He turned back to her, grinning with feral malice. "Do me a favor and let him know...His doting brother will take good care of his kid." That grin, it was far from reassuring. If anything, it only told Selypa one thing, if not cementing what she might have already figured out : He had absolutely no good intentions for Raditz.

[Selypa]

Being an older resident of Hell had a few perks that many didn't think to take advantage of. There were the obvious perks, such as being there long enough to establish a sort of notoriety- such as the one that left Selypa alone except for those picking fights and wanting their asses kicked- but there was also the sort of 'timeline' one could establish by watching the new arrivals fall on their asses.

It could easily be said that the older residents of Hell, even for a short time like four to five decades, were the most aware of the talent of Son Goku, or his true name, Kakarot. They were still 'fresh' enough to actually pay attention to the residents, unlike the meisers who had been loitering for centuries and only sought to cause trouble and consume souls, but old enough to see the rather.. interesting influx of bastards sent to hell. All one had to do was listen to a new arrival bitch upon their arrival about their untimely demise to figure out who had killed them. And with the trend that had been growing, they had even begun betting. In fact, Selypa had won a bet against Toma, Panbukin, and Totepo, the latter three betting that it had been Kakarot's son that had taken down Turles, with Selypa placing her odds on Kakarot. Back on track, however, it was with some sadistic glee that Selypa felt that Turles would just get his ass handed to him, again, by Kakarot. He had been in hell for a few years now, and he still hadn't made any connections? Kakarot had obviously found some greater training method and was exploiting it to no end. And from what she had heard from others, it had worked. He had ascended to a higher power level.

One phrase, however, caused Selypa to watch him closely. The 'tool' comment angered her, naturally, but she found it interesting that Turles had specifically said [her] or Bardock. Then again, she made it her point to look out for fuck-up Raditz when she could, as a bit of favor to Bardock. If she had any other reasons, they were hers and hers alone, and she wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of answering any questions.

There was no way, however, that Selypa was going to let Turles get away with this. However, she was utterly helpless unless she could get in on this. An idea was forming in her mind, one that she wasn't sure if she would have considered before, even as her tail lashed angrily, a sign of an impending explosion.

One that he was expecting, if his baiting was any indication... So she was just going to have to give him what he wanted.

"Tell you yourself, slug." She flared, spitting on the ground at his feet. "If you want to fight, then just fight. But I'm not playing messenger. Not for taunts to the bastard who can't even get me out of here." Quite casually she switched her rage to her imprisonment in hell, wondering if she could bait him. "You can go mess with his head if you want. I'm sticking around here. If you've got a way out, then I'm hooking myself to you until I'm out as well. You've only been here for a few years, Turles. I've been here for almost fifty years and I didn't even get a decent meal before I went." Her whipped the ground hard in her anger.

[Turles]

"Oh, oh, is this happening? Cause I really hope it is!" Turles cackled. She thought he would help her? That was rather misguided and absolutely hilarious. It would be an icy day on Vegetasei before he would even consider the idea. It was like an icing on the cake, that she was showing some resentment towards Bardock, though it was debatable as to whether it was real or not. As chummy as he assumed they were, it was odd that she was angry with him. Death had an odd way of changing some people though. Either way, he tossed his head back for a good chuckle at their expense.

Turles was not a stupid man, by any means. He just got cocky and had a terrible habit for underestimating his opponents. While he knew Selypa was a weakling, he did not dismiss the fact that she might have strengthened herself while in Hell. He was sure they all had to some extent. He had done some training of his own as well as observing, discontent for sitting idly, but he knew he was no match for Kakarot. Head on anyway. He had thought that perhaps he might be able to bait Vegeta into doing the deed for him, with an offering of the Tree but he was dismayed by the fact that the prince had become as soft as his youngest nephew. No, he intended to find some way of success via stealth and careful planning, if not to get some revenge, then to get the hell off of Earth.

Part of him considered, for the rare instance, to question that foresight Bardock had been gifted with to see whether his plan would meet with success, but...Yeah. That discussion, especially where Raditz was concerned, would go poorly in so many ways for so many reasons. "I would tell him, but half the time I go speak to him, I want to beat his face in. So...No." As much as he loathed golden child Bardock, he was not interested in going to the length of physical attack. Something, perhaps that sickening bond as brothers, always got him to falter. He hated that moment of hesitation it brought and that hesitation usually had him putting distance between them in case it got worse. But it didn't stand in his way of setting the other saiya-jin up for trouble.

His eyes narrowed as he glowered at her. So she was planning on hooking onto him for a way out, eh? For her stubbornness, he knew it would be impossible to shake her off. If what he assumed about those dragon balls was accurate, he certainly would not waste a wish on her, not when he could have power, maybe even eternal life. Reviving more saiya-jins, even ones as obnoxious to him as she was, had a high priority on his to-do list too. Still, that fell to second place when he had himself to be concerned with. Self first, duty second.

"What do I care if you've been in this pit for almost fifty years? At least you weren't forsaken for the majority of your life. You got to enjoy most of it while you had it. I might be so inclined to help you resurrect if you weren't space dust like the rest of Vegetasei." While his brother's team had been having their tails handed to them on Meat, Turles had been on his own mission. All he had learned was that Vegetasei had been decimated. He had tried a half-assed search for planet sites where other saiya-jins had been laid to rest but most of those planets had been occupied since their clearing and the hunt was futile. "Even if I wanted to bring you or your cohorts back, I would need some manner of specimen from your bodies. I certainly wouldn't use those wish granting things Raditz mentioned to save you."

[Selypa]

God, what a jackass.

Her violet eyes narrowed, anger flashing in those light depths as she watched him, her tail smacking the tree that she leaned against. Two flags of red appeared in her fair cheeks as she clenched her jaw, her body tense with the urge to fucking explode in his face and send a hailstorm of energy pellets in his face. It never bothered her that her energy was a rosey-pink color, and if someone tried to fuck with her head for it, she'd just punch 'em in the face, give them a kick to the pride, and go on her way... after a blast to the face.

Something, however, caused her eyes to widen. For a long moment, Selypa stared at him. Even her tail paused in it's lashing. Then, a harsh laugh escaped her lips. Another laugh escaped her before she completely lost it, doubling over in laughter, one arm over her stomache.

The irony was too good. He thought she had been on Vegeta! It certainly saved her from the humiliation of him knowing about the humiliating defeat by the hands of Dodoria and his own elite squad, but damn if that wasn't funny in a sick and twisted way!

Knowing that she was pissing him off, she continued laughing before straightening up, her tail still lashing, though a bit less now.

"So much for that excuse of yours, Turles. I wasn't on Vegetasei when Frieza betrayed us. I was killed on Meat, which, to my knowledge, is still standing." Her bones would probably be covered by some manner of vegetation by now, but still there. And even better, Toma, Panbukin and Totepo were there too. If someone managed to get there to get her bones, then she could theoretically trick them into grabbing one of their bones as well.. That would only leave Bardock but... Turles just gave her the answer to that.

Those damn wishing balls..

Selypa contented herself with smirking at him, her arms over her chest. She didn't even bother addressing the 'enjoying life' bit. She wasn't giving him any pity, nor was she falling into some stupid argument over who had a worse life. As far as she was concerned, they were both dead and that was all that mattered.

"If you're getting out of here, then I'm getting out of here."

[Turles]

At first, he figured she was caught off guard by his words and stunned, but her sudden laughter got on his nerves. The sound alone was like nails on a chalkboard to him. He wasn't sure what she found so funny until she told him. The male sneered.

"Meat? That had not been listed as a planet cleared by any saiya-jins. It slips my mind who had their name on the list...How exactly did you die to such weaklings? I've half a mind to leave you here, for being so pathetic." Actually, she more or less answered his questioning thoughts. When they were betrayed by Frieza? Slowly, he started to smirk, then snickered wickedly. Oh, he hoped she was embarrassed for herself. "Ah, I see. So it was one of Frieza's flunkies and not the Meatians that killed you. If it was that pink blob or the freaky alien genotype...That's too rich. At least I died to a relatively worthy opponent."

The planet Meat was a little farther than he liked to consider once he really pondered it, reviving more of their people or not. Especially when the ones in question were Selypa and her friends. It would be a waste of resources. But he wouldn't haul off and tell her so, at least not yet. Let her think she might have a chance.

"If I didn't have a need for Raditz to help cultivate that Tree, I might be inclined to let him know...I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to do you the favor. And with his druidic training, however weak it is, he'd do better than me in finding your corpses." Turles continued to smirk at her. He knew Bardock had been on their home planet when it was destroyed, it was just that feeling. The idea of him being left alone in Hell while his friends left him, that sounded promising. It served to slowly change his mind more in her favor though not totally. "But that would require I let him off his leash...And I'm not that inclined to oblige. Yet. I will admit there are some token qualities to bringing you back, as bothersome as the endeavor may be."

He knew he was giving her more information than was necessary, but what was she going to do? All her hopes at revival, as much as he knew she loathed the idea, were in his hands. And Turles was not a generous man by any means. "I'll most certainly be getting out of here, but it's questionable whether you will...What would you do to sway my decision? I think it would be entertaining if you begged, but then I'd be disgusted if you broke so readily. Do tell. Tell me how you intend to prove yourself worthy of life? And why your pathetic friends deserve the same." The saiya-jin warrior grinned evilly, really curious as to whether his taunts would snap what restraint she had or if she would actually work to convince him.

[Selypa]

.. Maybe she said too much.

A snarl touched her lips despite her best attempts to hold it back, her tail snapping hard enough to cause a loud crack, similar to a whipcrack. Was dying to Dodoria a humiliation? Yes. Yes it was. At least Dodoria's own death had resulted in Bardock's crew hunting him down and having their own fun at his expense.

Even through her anger, she knew that she had to be snaring him. There was one thing that high-class, or even just arrogant little shits, shared in common: The desire to restore the saiyajin race. It was something that most saiyajin seemed to share, from what she had heard. And she wasn't afraid to use her ace-in-the-hold if it came right down to it: They could revive all the strong males that they wanted, but it would be worthless if there were no female saiyajins. Mating with other races wasn't out of the question, but it would 'dilute the saiyajin purity'. Even if she was low-class, she was pure-blooded.

However, Selypa didn't use that quite yet. She had her own pride, and she wasn't going to offer herself up as a damned concubine to anyone. Still, her anger was coming to head. Selypa begged to no one. She never begged to Dodoria when the bastard had crushed her spine, and she had begged to no one here. She would never beg to this pathetic, rotten worm. If he wanted to play this game, then he was going to lose. Her violet eyes were almost glowing with the force her rage, her teeth gritted as she began to speak.

"Beg? To you?" She hissed, mocking laughter in her rage-filled voice. "Why, in the name of all that's powerful, would I beg to a pathetic fool like you?" Now she truely laughed, a chilling sound. "Tell me, Turles, how does it feel to lose your life to your perfect brother's son? You remember your brother, don't you? The one that you so lovingly dubbed a low-class scum that had more members of the Saiyan army respecting him. I'm sure you prided yourself on living when he did not for all these years. Then you lose to his son. His weak-minded son and his 'peace and love' drivel. How did it feel to have your life ripped out by Kakarot, the infant that had a power level of two in the Saiyan infant infirmary?" Mocking laughter tinged her voice before it died, the rage causing her tail to slap the tree behind her, her violet eyes bright with bloodlust. "And then look at you now. You might pretend that you're cowering him, but in the end, you're just doing a different form of begging to Bardock's other son. The son that everyone counted a worse failure then Kakarot, and he's the only one that can get you out of this pit. Oh how the mighty have fallen, Turles. Your entire existence is subjected to your brother and his bloodline. Go ahead, beg. Beg someone somewhere to rip your existence from the hands of the 'low-class scum'. The same low-class scum that share your blood. You're as low as the rest of us."

...This.. was not going to end well.