Frieza stood on the bridge of his new ship. He had to admit that the Namekians knew how to build a ship. He walked down the halls, admiring the perfectly fused technologies. His ship had been merged with several of theirs, even some parts from Vegeta's pod were used. The ship rocked and then lifted several feet from the ground. Frieza quickly made his way back to the bridge.
"What are you doing?" He asked the head builder.
"Testing the systems." He pushed a button on the console. "Repulsor lifts are fine. We'll go straight to the main engines."
"You aren't planning an escape are you?"
"Of course not... You're on board."
Frieza's tail wrapped around the man's neck as the ship lifted further. "And if I wasn't?"
The man gasped for air. "No... Joke."
Frieza let go and smiled evily. "Funny."
"I'll admit..." The man said after he could breath again. "The thought had crossed my mind. But I'm not stupid. I know you could blast the ship before I could get very far."
"So you want to escape," His tail twitched. "but you are too afraid."
"That's a good way to put it."
"Good enough for me."
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After two days of training Yamcha was frustrated.
"It doesn't feel like we're getting anywhere." He said as he dropped to the ground.
Krillin followed. "It's gonna take a while but it'll pay off." He reassured his buddy as he threw a kick to the head.
Yamcha blocked and began his own attack. "But do we have the time? What if this Frieza guy shows up tommorow?"
"Then we fight and hope he's weaker than Vegeta said."
"You know," Tien interrupted. "Goku got a lot stronger when he trained with Kami."
"Yeah, but Kami's dead." Yamcha pointed out.
"But Mr. Popo isn't."
"What if he knows Kami's training techniques." Krillin said as he realized what Tien was getting at.
"Exactly." Tien smiled.
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Gohan stood on a familiar green landscape.
"Why am I on Namek?" He asked as he looked around.
"I don't know..." A voice said from behind him.
Gohan jumped and turned to the new voice. A turquoise man stared down at him. Gohan looked warily at the blades protruding from the backs of his hands.
"...But I wish I knew who you were."
"M...My name's Gohan."
"Really? You shrank."
"I did?"
"Yeah, my last vision of you had you a lot older. Is that cat person here too?"
"No. Do you know him?"
"Not really, I hoped you did. Anyway, I wonder why we're here?"
Suddenly the sky grew dark and a great muscled dragon appeared in the sky. The two looked up at it and it smiled.
"I am Porunga, the great dragon of Namek. What are your three wishes?"
"Three wishes? Hmm..." The turquoise man pondered the request.
"I want my daddy back." Gohan said softly.
"I wish for the Saiyans Kakarot and Raditz to be alive again!" Vegeta's voice called out.
The two looked to the source. Directly under the dragon stood Vegeta, Yamcha, and several Namekians. The dragon winked and Goku and Raditz appeared. Both warriors looked directly at Gohan and winked. They then flew off toward some distant lightning.
"Gohan?" Chi-Chi's voice echoed.
Everything went black. Gohan heard his mom again, clearer this time. He opened his eyes, the strange dream already forgotten.
"Mom?" He asked groggily.
"Yes honey, it's me." Chi-Chi smiled as he looked at her. "You're okay now, the bad men are gone."
Gohan sat straight up. "The Dragonball!"
"What? The Dragonballs are gone dear. We can't use them anymore."
"No, the one from Namek. I promised to protect it."
"You didn't have anything when Krillin brought you home."
"That's because that mean man took it. He killed daddy..." A tear formed in his eye. "And he tried to kill me."
"Oh Gohan..." Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around her son and the two cried in silence, Chiaotzu standing quietly in the doorway.
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"Of course I can give you the training that Goku went through." Mr. Popo told the fighters. "But you are already as strong as Goku was when he finished. I'm not sure it will help much."
Tien looked at the floor with a sigh. "And there isn't any other way to train us?"
"Well, I could try different scenarios."
"Scenarios?"
"Come with me and I will explain."
They followed him to an average room. Average except for the giant pendulum on one wall.
"This is the room where we trained Goku. It is used as a portal to past events. The user would travel to a dream world that replicated the past. It was used to train Goku by sending him back to learn under Master Roshi's teacher."
"Really?" Krillin looked interested.
"Yes, but you are past that level of training. If Kami were here he could send you anywhere... Even to a battle he had not witnessed. But sadly only the Guardian of Earth can look into the timeline in that way. I am limited to what I recall."
"Wait." Tien held up a hand. "What if we had a memory of a really strong person? Could we use that?"
"You refer to training with Goku?"
"No, someone stronger. We met someone who could beat all of us and Goku at the same time."
"No way." Yamcha declared. "I don't ever want to see him again."
"Would it work?" Tien asked hopefully.
"I believe it could. We would have to try."
"Question." Krillin raised his hand as if in school. "If it's a dream world, what happens to our bodies?"
"They remain where you stand." Mr. Popo answered.
"Then how do we get stronger?" Yamcha asked.
"It is rather a complicated process. I'm not sure I could explain it very well. Shall we try to recall your memory?"
"Yeah."
"Good. The best answers come with first hand experience. Alright Tien, since you are the one who remembers the event you will have to call upon it the first time. Concentrate hard on what you wish to see. I will be watching the entire event, even though you won't be able to see me."
Tien closed his eyes and focused on an image of Vegeta. He stood still for several minutes. He opened his eyes when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to his right to see Krillin pointing at something. He looked to see Vegeta standing there smiling. He turned to Krillin.
"You seem to be the brains of this group. I suggest you leave now... unless you want to end up like Kakarot."
Tien looked at Vegeta's feet. It was exactly as he remembered. He looked at each of his friends.
"This time we fight."
"Right." They echoed.
The three of them charged.