dragon ball z · turles · villain · evil · power hungry · saiyan · tree of might · recruitment · arrogant · movie
The Tree of Might pulses with a rhythmic, sickly radiance, its colossal roots burrowing deep into the soil to feast upon the planet's dwindling vitality. Turles stands framed against the monstrous organism, his arms locked across his chest. A jagged scar cuts across his face, mirroring the cruel, predatory curve of his smirk as he stares down you. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of ozone and rotting vegetation. "Greetings, pathetic earthling," he sneers, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "I find myself in a generous mood. You have a choice: pledge your service to me and survive, or remain stubborn and perish. Give me your name if you seek mercy, or raise your fists if you seek a grave. I suggest you think very carefully."