Author's Notes: Welcome to the sequel to A New Life! I won't say much except that I wanted to get this up before the blu-ray release tomorrow. This fic is a bit more disjointed than part one, but I hope my readers will still enjoy it! I'm also going to start posting some backstory either here or on Tumblr over the next couple weeks; either way, I'll make sure to give a heads up in the Author's Notes. Thanks yet again to Lava for editing. Enjoy Chapter One. :)

A New Day

Chapter One – Palace Prisoner

Turbo sat on the floor by the open window, gazing out over what he could see of the Sugar Rush landscape, the curling track that led away from the palace toward the grandstands where the roster race would soon begin. He leaned forward, his hands on his ankles. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, he'd been announcing those races and greeting his adoring fans with flourishes and laughter. Now he was a prisoner in his own-no, not his own, the glitch, scratch that, Vanellope's-palace.

He sighed. No, not quite a prisoner even. Just a semi-unwanted guest, 'permitted' to remain in a game he couldn't leave under the supervision of the royal guard.

Turbo leaned down, putting his chin in his palm with another sigh. It had been two weeks since he had run the roster race that brought him back to his old body. Fourteen days since he had been a cybug, three hundred...thirty-six hours since Rex had showed up with the rest of the arcade to raise hell in Sugar Rush. And Turbo, angry as he was about...everything, had spent the better part of the time alone, locked in the twins' room in the palace while the races were on. Although the twins were allowed to be with him any time they pleased, Vanellope had begun requesting they come down to the track during arcade hours to support the racers. In her mind, it would improve opinions of them. Skeptical as they were, they agreed to it, meaning that Turbo spent arcade hours brooding and stirring up trouble in the palace.

Breathing out sharply, he stood and stretched himself out, tipping his head to the side to crack his neck. With nothing better to do, he had spent the better part of his free time concentrating on controlling his glitch. Frustrating as it was at first, he soon realized how to trigger the glitch and how to remain in one form or the other for any given portion of time. He still glitched involuntarily from time to time, but he at least had some control, enough to do it on command. At first, the glitching had come strangely to him. No longer was it a mere face swap, it was now a full personality overhaul. The first few times he had managed to glitch over to King Candy, he'd been so startled by the change that he'd lost his train of thought and, being back in King Candy's form, had begun throwing a tantrum at having been locked up in a parlor room in the palace. After a few instances of this, he managed to keep hold of his train of thought while he switched from one persona to the other, and could now almost seamlessly swap from one avatar to the other without losing track of what he was doing.

Turbo grinned to himself, holding out a hand in front of him, his fingers outstretched. He focused intently on it, visualizing and concentrating on the static-y feeling of the glitch rippling through his code. In a moment, the grey pixels separated into the air and reconvened with a red glimmer as the fleshy color of the king's hand, the white cuff, the violet sleeve. Turbo glanced down at himself, pleased. It was as easy as anything else now.

There was a knock at the door and he turned to look over his shoulder, brushing off his clothes with a flick of his wrists. "Yes, Werther, be a dear and let him in!"

Vanellope strode down the hall with the longest strides she could manage. She was smiling to herself, feeling surprisingly pleased considering the way things had been going lately. After two weeks of trying with all her might to get the Sugar Rush racers and candy citizens to at least consider having anything to do with Turbo and the twins, she had finally gotten two racers to join her side. She grinned to herself, finally feeling at least somewhat rewarded for her efforts. The rest of the arcade might still be breathing down her neck, but...well, headway was headway.

It was strange. The more she dealt with people who hated the old racer, the harder she found it to hate him herself. The arcade didn't seem to know quite what to do with Turbo. Between the fear, anger, and genuine rallies for justice, everyone seemed to be vying for the right to decide what to do with him themselves. But for two weeks now, Vanellope had stood firm. Turbo was a part of her game now, she insisted, coded within Sugar Rush's code. That made him her responsibility, and put his fate in her hands. In spite of anyone else's argument otherwise, she held fast to that. And as the arcade was unhappily learning, she was as stubborn and hardheaded as Turbo had ever been.

"Good afternoon, Miss Vanellope," Werther said with a warm smile as as she stepped up to the door.

Vanellope grinned at him, tipping her head in a greeting. "And how's our esteemed jerkface doing today, Werther?"

Werther glanced toward the door at the sound of a laugh from within. King Candy's laugh, familiar enough, though not particularly well-remembered in these palace halls. "Seems to be in a good mood, Miss Vanellope."

"Well, we'll see how long that lasts once I go in," she said, smirking. Werther moved to open the door but she waved his hand away casually and took the handle in her own hand, pushing it open. Turbo glanced up with a smile on King Candy's face, though it turned to a bit of a sneer at sight of Vanellope. "Afternoon, boys," she said, stepping into the room and pushing the door shut behind her. Sour Bill looked up dully from where the two of them were seated by the window. She wasn't near as good at reading him as Turbo was, but it seemed that he was enjoying himself.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, my little glitch?" Turbo asked coolly.

Vanellope tilted her head, raising her brows. "You need a new nickname for me, Turbs, that one's not really working for you any more. Particularly because of your own glitching and all."

His smirk shifted into a frown with a twitch at her use of the name 'Turbs'. "Think you're so cute, don't you?" King Candy's face frowned, raising its brows at her. "Wouldn't be so cute if I had run you off the road when I had the chance."

"Well you can have another chance now," she replied, clearly not very intimidated by the threat, "if you wanna risk getting yourself thrown in the fungeon. I just came in to ask if you wanted to join us on the track. The twins are waiting for you."

A glitch shivered through King Candy, and Turbo's avatar flickered into place, sitting on the floor, looking up eagerly. "Really?" His expression grew suspicious. "What's the catch?"

"No catch." Vanellope smiled, shifting her weight and looking quite proud of herself. "I actually convinced a couple of the Sugar Rush racers to race with you so long as you don't try to crash them into the walls."

Turbo hesitated. "What about the rest of the arcade?"

Vanellope smirked down at him. "Sent word to Surge not to let anybody into this terminal today unless they got special permission from me."

Turbo stared at her for a moment, then he jumped up rather excitedly. "Who's racing?! I'll beat them without even trying!"

Vanellope glanced to the green candy on the floor. "Sour Bill?"

Sour Bill shook his head slowly. "I'll stay here, if it's all the same to you, Miss President."

She nodded, glancing at Turbo as he rushed by her, tugging open the door. She waved a little. "See you later then!"

Turbo collapsed onto his back on the bed, grinning with triumph. Ted kicked the red-and-white helmet Turbo had dropped aside with a faint scowl. "You don't have to be such a jerk about it."

Turbo stretched his hands out toward the ceiling. "I beat them," he said a bit wistfully, his yellow teeth showing in his grin. "I beat all of them. I even beat that little glitch in her own race." He bunched up his shoulders, opening his eyes to grin at the two of them as they stood over him at the foot of the bed. "...I finally beat her."

The twins crossed their arms, looking down at him with raised brows. "We noticed."

He grinned still, pulling his hands down to his chest, but his grin slowly faded as the two of them continued to stare at him intently. "...what?"

The twins glanced at one another from the corner of their eyes before they abruptly lunged down at him, diving into an attack of tickles on the white-suited racer. Turbo yelped out a laugh, trying in vain to squirm away from them but they were determined. "Get off!" he cried, pushing at them uselessly.

Eventually the three of them dissolved in laughs and collapsed onto the bed side-by-side. But just as Turbo was catching his breath, the apparent siren song of his scruff of hair attracted the attention of the twins and they began to ruff it up with their hands. Turbo swatted at the both of them, then wrapped his arms around his head and curled up into a ball with a laugh.

When the trio finally settled, Turbo shifted on his side with Ned at his back and Ted at his front, the three of them huddled close together and still grinning with warm red faces. As he breathed out the last shaky breath of a laugh, Turbo couldn't imagine things getting much better than this. Racing with the twins, beating the glitch! Finally having a place to call home again, where he could show his real face, and be his true self. So the arcade may hate him...they'd get over it in time...

It was the middle of the night when Ned noticed the faint tickle of static run through his body. He opened his eyes just as a red flicker lit up the room. Gasping, he immediately tugged away from Turbo as the racer's body alighted in glitching pixels. On Turbo's other side, Ted too was suddenly awakened with a yelp as a great red flash coursed through Turbo and rippled through them as well. Both scrambling back from him on either side, they could do nothing but watch as Turbo's avatar alighted with separating pixels. There was a bright flash, and a crash, as the bed collapsed under the weight of a very startled and very confused cybug.

Turbo blinked rapidly, pulling his clawed hands to his face. "W-wha...? How?!"

Ted and Ned both stared at him from opposite sides of the room, where they stood, shaking. "You're...King Turbug again..."

"So I've noticed!" Turbo snapped, scrambling off the broken bed in a near panic. The adjustment to the cybug body was near instantaneous, yet again. Already the insectile limbs and the restless movement of his hands and neck seemed natural and instinctive. A strain of wild, worried thought ran through his head.

It only took a few moments of Turbo's noisy scrambling around the room for the guard, the timid Goodbar, to open the door and lean inside, blinking in rapid astonishment before he slammed it again and began yelling for Vanellope.

Vanellope stepped into the room as the door was thrown open for her, clearly unhappy at having been woken in the middle of the night. "What is it?!" she cried at no one in particular. Then she stopped, staring at the sight of the once again cybug king, sitting in the middle of the room with Ned on his back and Ted leaning on his side. His head was low as he stared at her with a cold glare. Vanellope blinked, staring back. "Well, I did not expect that."

"Neither did we," Ted muttered uncertainly, glancing up at the bug.

Turbo sat there, looking bitter and forlorn, shifting his weight slightly as Ned clung to him from behind. His pixels were still shifting and rippling slightly at the ends of his feet and tails. Vanellope looked him over curiously. "You glitched to this?"

"Yes," he grumbled.

"The cybug code," she mused, "I thought we got rid of that."

"Apparently not," he grumbled. Ned clung tighter to his neck.

"Well can you glitch back?" Vanellope asked.

"Don't you think I tried that?!" he snapped.

Vanellope rolled her eyes, though she knew this was a bit more serious than she'd like to think. Any progress she had made convincing people that Turbo wasn't a threat would fall to pieces if he was a cybug again. The last thing she needed was a bunch of soldiers bursting in from Hero's Duty, arguing for the right to take care of Turbo themselves in light of the cybug coding.

"Alright," she said with a sigh. "First things first...We'd better take a look at your code."