AN: This is a sequel to Dragonball: Reborn, which is a sequel to Dragonball: Evolution and kinda somewhat I'd see happening if they continued making films...something that's never going to happen, so here's this instead.

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Namek.

A planet of peace and beauty. The birthplace of the very first set of Dragonballs that sparked a civil war between the warrior Piccolo and the peace-keeper Guru. In the end, the Dragonballs were used to banish Piccolo from Namek, but not before he learnt the secret behind their creation. Landing on Earth, he created his own set and attempted to use them to rule the planet, until he was captured in the Mafuba. But now, an even greater threat has arrived on Namek, seeking to claim the Dragonballs for his own use: the warlord Frieza.

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The large ship entered the atmosphere, slowly descending upon the large blue patches of land, steam issuing from the exhausts. After a moment or two, the hatch opened, a set of stairs filing down to the ground and the three occupants of the ship finally stepped off.

"So, this is Namek, huh?" Bulma said, looking around, "Quite…bland?"

"Can I see the radar please?" Gohan asked her.

"Sure."

She took out the Dragonball radar, turning it on as Gohan and Krillin crowded around her. The radar's map took a moment to reconfigure for the new planet, finally showing up as an orange blimp appeared. Gohan smiled, eager to find the Dragonball and wish back his mentor. He was wearing the armour Piccolo had given him for the fight against Vegeta and Nappa, while Krillin was adorned in the martial arts gi from Master Roshi.

"Alright, let's start looking," he said, "Think the inhabitants are anything like Piccolo?"

"Hope not," Bulma said, hand resting on her gun, just in case, "Let's get going."

She removed a capsule and tossed it onto the ground, where the capsule transformed into a hovering motorcycle, capable of crossing the large rivers that half of Planet Namek appeared to be made up of. She got on, as Gohan and Krillin took to the sky, the trio setting off on their journey to the first Dragonball.

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The space pod crash landed, the hatch slowly opening and Vegeta stepped out, completely rejuvenated from his defeat on Earth. After the healing process and emerging stronger than before, Vegeta felt the desire to return to Earth and exact his revenge on Goku and his friends. But then he had been informed that his master, Lord Frieza, had planned a trip to Planet Namek and the rumour was that he was after the Dragonballs. Remembering that the ones on Earth were now out of action (according to that moronic-looking 'fighter') and believing they were a factor in Kakarot's resurrection, Vegeta felt the desire to go to Namek and steal the Dragonballs before Frieza could. Perhaps they could be the key to immortality and if he discovered it, then he would finally have the edge he needed to destroy Frieza. Years of repression and abuse would come to an end and then the throne would be his. No-one would be able to stop him and the first planet to be crushed after he assumed the throne would be Earth. Kakarot would finally kneel before Vegeta, so he could then take his revenge. A smirk came to Vegeta's face as he thought this over. First he needed the Dragonalls and his dream of universal domination would become a step closer.

Clicking the side of his new scouter, Vegeta scanned the terrain of Namek, searching for power levels. He found numerous low levels, indicating the inhabitants of the planet, but there were three immense levels that caught his attention and they were the ones he was interested in: Frieza, his right-hand bitch Zarbon and his enforcer, Captain Ginyu. Vegeta knew that he couldn't take on all of them at once and that he would need the divide and conquer tactic that was a favourite of his.

"You hang tight, Frieza. I'll be coming for you soon. Now, let's have a look at these Dragonballs."

Deciding on the nearest village, Vegeta shot off into the green sky, while making sure that he kept his power level down so he wasn't discovered. He wanted to surprise Frieza with his arrival and only after he had obtained immortality. It didn't take him long to reach the village, a set of several white, shell-like huts, some of which were broken, smoke curling from within the huts. Clearly, Frieza had been here, but still, no harm in looking.

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Bulma pulled up at the village, as Gohan and Krillin touched down on other side of her. The village they had come to appeared to have been destroyed, so Bulma checked the Dragon Radar again, but sure enough, it was telling her that a Dragonball was here.

"Well, the radar doesn't lie. Come on, let's check it out."

Drawing her gun, she slowly entered the village, as Gohan and Krillin followed after her, all wary and on the lookout for any sudden attacks. On the six-day trip to Namek, the two fighters had discovered a training room in Piccolo's ship and spent most of their time training, knowing that they could be up against some tough competition. With their power levels increased, both Gohan and Krillin felt confident that they could take on anything, the former having grown so much over the past six days that it surprised Krillin and Bulma. No longer was he the shy little boy who always hid behind his father. Now, he was young and confident warrior who was in awe at everything around him. No doubt Piccolo's training had forged the boy that stood before them now.

"Hello?" Bulma called, "Anybody here?"

"You sure that's a good idea?" Krillin asked.

"Only way we're gonna find out about that Dragonball. Wonder where everyone is?"

"Who are you?"

Gohan, Krillin and Bulma whirled around, the latter aiming her gun. It was looking at a younger version of Piccolo, although one adorned in robes instead of battle armour. There was no malice in his eyes, only wariness, like one who had survived a vicious battle.

"What are you creatures?" the Namekian asked.

"We're humans," Bulma replied, "We're from Earth. We know Piccolo."

"The Demon King. Clearly, you have survived his wrath, but what brings you here?"

"We actually want to wish him back to life," Gohan replied.

The Namekian's jaw dropped in shock. Clearly, this child knew nothing about the terror and destruction Piccolo had wreaked upon the planet in his attempt to obtain the Dragonballs. Many lives had been lost in that violent struggle, only ending when the Dragonballs were used to banish Piccolo from the planet. Peace had been restored and planet was on its way back to the way it used to be. Until this new evil had arrived.

"Why would you do such a thing like that?" the Namekian asked in horror.

Gohan was confused. The way he saw it, Piccolo was his friend who had given his life for him. He didn't know about Piccolo's violent past. He just wanted his friend back.

"Well, funny thing is, Piccolo's a good guy," Krillin said, "I think. And since he's dead, our set of Dragonballs are useless, which means we can't wish back our friends."

"So, you only wish to use our Dragonballs for noble intentions?" the Namekian asked, "You don't seek them to cause death and destruction like Piccolo had. Or Frieza?"

"Who's Frieza?" Bulma asked.

She had lowered her gun, believing the Namekian to not be a threat, knowing that Gohan and Krillin would be able to handle him, although she kept it out of the holster, just in case.

"He is the warlord currently terrorising our planet in search for the Dragonballs," the Namekian replied, "He already has three. We're lucky that we deterred him from a fourth."

"Is he stronger than Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"I don't know this Vegeta you speak of, but I can say Frieza is very powerful. The most powerful being in the universe. No one can ever hope to challenge him."

"Sounds…dire," Krillin said.

"From the sounds of it, we're going to need Piccolo," Bulma said, "If this Frieza guy really is as powerful as you say, then we're going to need all the help we can get."

The Namekian seemed inclined to decline, but he caught the look on Gohan's face. The child appeared to have an innocent affection for the Demon King, one that told the Namekian that the child saw the Demon King as a friend, and this helped make up his mind. It was true what the tallest stranger said. He just only hoped that it turned out like they hoped.

"Very well then. I believe you have good intentions. Dende!"

A young Namekian, who appeared to be of similar age to Gohan, slowly stepped out of a nearby hut, constantly looking at the sky, before joining the group.

"Yes, Nail?"

"Can you retrieve the Dragonball so we can give it to these strangers?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Dende hurried back into the hut, returning a moment later carrying a Dragonball that was the size of a basketball. All three were in shock at the size, as Dende approached Gohan, handing the Dragonball to him. The half-Saiyan was still in shock, but he managed to remember his manners that his mother had drilled into him.

"Thank you. This means a lot."

"Take care, Earthlings," Nail said, "I hope everything goes well for you. Remember, avoid Freiza at all costs."

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