Author: FireCracker KLee624820@aol.com

        A/U

       TURLES RISING: Prologue
 

        He ran about the dim corridors of hell, narrowly escaping his torment for seemingly
        the millionth time. It was always the same. Doomed and damned souls like himself,
        filled with bitterness and hatred. They beat and assaulted him repeatedly, those
        whom he had killed in violence. Now that same violence was perpetrated on him.

        Turles thought he'd go mad. There was no relief, no escape. Debura saw to that. The
        demon lord had a particular distaste for saiyans, since he blamed them for his
        temporary defeat at the hands of Buu. From every circle of hell they came, shades
        who died by saiyan hands.

        Turles cursed, racing up a sheer rock cliff. There was no reasoning with the hate filled
        mob.

        "Get that bastard!"

        "SCUM!!"

        "Kill him again!!"

        Dammit, I've got to get away. Turles pressed against hard hellstone, eyes wild. His
        time in the afterlife hadn't been kind. He was bruised and battered, sick of mindless
        fighting.

        The shrieking mob thundered up a broken rock bridge, insanity fuelling their rage.
        Many carried huge stone shards as weapons. They bounded up the flat ledge,
        pressing the harried saiyan in on all sides. Boiling lava pits bubbled below, beckoning a
        careless slip.

        Turles wasted no words, dark eyes clouded in anger. "If I change, you cretins are
        history!!"

        An old man spat at him, teeth rotted. "You won't get the chance, monkey. We've
        seen how you do it. There's no moon on this horizon!!"

        Turles snarled. "Then I'll just beat the shit out of you all again!"

        With a deafening cry, the mad mob converged. There was a thunderous crash and
        blinding bolt of light...

        and the object of their hatred was gone.
 

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