AN: Guess who found their nooo~oootes!

The enormous space station that orbited the planet stood in stark contrast to the truly gargantuan tree that was parasitically sprouting from the world's ashy and barren soil. It might have been a nice 'nature against technology' scene if both weren't trying to kill the planet. The only difference being that the individuals behind the appearance of these monolithic monstrosities were fundamentally opposed, and one was having a much rough time of it.

The Z-Fighters that had arrived to stop Turles and his gang – who else used a tree to execute a planet? – found that the space pirates had already been in a fight for their lives against the monster that had emerged from the space station. It was tall, it was beefy, it's body was two-tone pink, and it didn't have much to say.

Hatchiyack. It was...it was Hatchiyack. Just pretend he was given a real dramatic entrance, I'm too out of practice to give him one.

For as amped up on fruit as he was, Turles had been hopelessly outclassed by the Tuffle Revenge Monster, barely holding out while watching as his crew were splattered across the planet's surface like bugs underfoot. They shall remain unnamed out of respect for the dead, not because their names were entirely forgotten, no, no don't think about it, it's out of respect, stop thinking about it.

Hatchiyack was an unstoppable bulldozer of an enemy, and the Z-Fighters found that out as soon as they had butted into the "fight". Vegeta had rushed in to deal a crushing blow right off the bat, and was thus the first one hit by the ssssssssssSTUPID power of the artificial warrior, practically knocked out cold with a single palm strike. Trunks and the others had backed him up, but it was entirely ineffectual. Any physical attacks didn't leave a scratch on him, and a force field sprang up around him whenever a ki blast even came close. It was actually worse than Broly; Broly had at least stopped pummeling them for a second to taunt them.

Goku was grabbed by the hair, yanked off his feet, and hurled like a discus to collide with Tien – the both of them cracking noggins and falling away stunned and the scene somehow looked incredibly familiar. The saiyan lifelessly fell through the air before hitting one of the massive roots of the Tree of Might(TM) that was protruding from the ground. He slid along its curve for several seconds, before coming to a limp rest in the crook of a steep twist in the wood. He lay there pathetically for a moment, willing the spinning stars to leave his vision.

A dark figure lowered from the air to stand over him, glowering down at the Earth-raised hero. Turles looked a right mess, with a good half of his face scratched up and dotted with little beads of blood, one arm that was burnt up to the elbow and his armor was hanging on by a splinter, but his presence of sheer threat was hardly diminished.

"Kakarot, you imbecilic cretin, you better get back on your feet and fight right now or else I will kill you myself and be done with you."

Goku turned his head to look up at his incredibly rude but thankfully not British doppelganger. "You aren't exactly convincing me."

Turles sneered and kicked Goku in the ribs. The other saiyan grunted but didn't get up. The renegade rolled his eyes and reached over to grab Goku by the collar of his gi and haul him to his feet. "You are a buffoon, Kakarot, and your incompetence is nothing short of awe inspiring, but you are also the one of the strongest saiyans here and, loath as I am to admit it, I need you if we are to defeat that lumbering pile of turd." Goku giggled. "Snap out of it!"

Goku pushed away from the other saiyan. "Like you have any idea how to beat him either. You were doing even worse before we got here."

"Yes," Turles ground out between his teeth, "that may be a passable interpretation of events, but our overall situation has changed now that you have arrived. It must be fate that the last survivors of our caste were to meet here and now."

Goku cocked his head. "Our...caste? Aren't we saiyans?"

This made Turles lean closer, an expression of momentary bewilderment morphing his familiar features. "Are you playing with me, Kakarot? Don't play dumb, not now! Only the two of us have a chance to beat the Tuffles!"

"But why us, specifically? Vegeta is over there, and he's plenty strong. My son, Gohan, is pretty incredible, too."

Turles scowled mightily. "You actually don't know. Did that throne-less brat over there really not tell you about the Caste of Legion? He should rightfully fear our power, so maybe he had a point, but to deny you the knowledge of your birthright is antithetical to saiyan culture as a whole!"

"You're throwing out a lot of words but you aren't really saying a whole lot." Goku took a step back, eyeing the rogue saiyan wearily.

"Why do you think that we are near identical, Kakarot? Your father, too, shared our face and you may yet have a child that seems to be a duplicate of yourself. It is because you and I are kinsmen! Descendants of a clan of saiyans who evolved to counter the Legendary Super Saiayan; instead of one saiyan with tremendous power, we are large in number and unshackled by limits!" He threw his hands out grandly. "We are so similar because we are parts of a greater whole – a greater being than any one saiyan could ever hope to be! We are Legion, for we are many!"

"And that means...what, exactly?"

"It means that we have access to a power that could very well make us unbeatable! We can merge our bodies, our spirits and minds to become a new being who dwarfs either of us in power and potential! You need only take my hand in cooperation and the process will begin automatically." He held out his burnt arm, staring intently at Goku.

For his part, Goku frowned and edged a little further away from the potential madman. "Did you just make all of that up? Because it really sounds like you made all that up. I mean, if there was at all something like this you think I would have heard of it before now. Seems pretty convenient for something about my past to be revealed just when I needed to know about it. Is there anything else about saiyans I should know about?"

Turles focused on him for a very long second, gears turning behind his eyes as he processed that. "Nnnno, no there is nothing else. Saiyans do not have any other genetic surprises. Nothing beyond this. Nothing at all." Goku didn't look completely convinced, but time was short. "Regardless, we need to enact on the ritual that helped to catapult the saiyan race into the forefront of the fears of an entire galaxy! Join with me, Kakarot, so that we may rule this universe as Turles and Son!"

"How do you know my family name?"

"Don't worry about it. JOIN with meeee!"

Goku looked back as Hatchiyack tanked a Final Flash and double Masenko to the face and then pulverized the people who had done them. Normally, he would still have a lot more fight left in him before he resorted to something like what Turles suggested, but he had a foreboding feeling that they were running out of time, like the window of opportunity for them to do this was fast closing and it had nothing to do with Hatchiyack.

"Alright, alright, we'll do the thing. So, what, I take your hand and then we-" he grasped Turles' hand, fully intending on cooperating, and immediately the two saiyans felt their minds blank as their bodies transformed into pools of light, one blue and one grey. They clashed for a moment of tension before the agency of the situation hurried the process along and they merged together, lights combining to become a shimmering white.

The light spread out into a wide circle and then contracted back into itself in the shape of a tall saiyan man with the unmistakable spiky hair. The light seeped into richly tanned skin and orange armor with blue shoulders. He stood no taller or shorter than Goku or Turles had, nor did he seem to have any real distinction from either of them, but he definitely carried himself with a brand new sense of purpose and renewed confidence. One arm was hale and hearty while the other had black markings all the way from his fingertips to his elbow, almost like tribal markings or tattoos. And his power? It absolutely swelled around him; more complete and robust than either man's had been.

"With this union, I, Turkarot, am born!" The new saiyan spoke with one voice that was neither Turles or Goku. He was individual, unique. "The Caste of Legion has been called forth once more to battle the enemies of the saiyans, and it shall be that no Tuffle or Arcosian that cross my path shall survive the day!"

With speed incomparable, he moved straight across the battlefield and stopped directly in front of Hatchiyack. The concussive force of his movement along made the artificial being flinch, and the straight punch that followed knocked him back with an accompanying sonic boom. Before it could recover from even that, Turkarot sped at him again and buried a knee into the abomination's gut, making it yak up spittle.

Behind them, Vegeta propped himself on an elbow to observe the fight. He studied the new saiyan for a moment before realizing who and what he was. He spat to the side. "Now that...is some bullshit."