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Gerald, Roger, Bardock and the whole Namekian Race, all materialized on a small world known as Gelba Ori Etear. The translation from the inhabitant's language was basically "Planet Number Six". The small, gray-skinned people that resided here were known throughout the galaxy as being singularly unimaginative. It would be more accurate to say that they all materialized above the planet Gelba Ori Etear. They materialized twenty or so feet above the surface, to be specific. To make matters worse, Gerald locked in on the closest, highest concentration of ki he could find in his haste to be away from New Namek; which looked to be the equivalent of rush hour on Earth. No one had enough ki to stay aloft, not even Gerald, as the native people suddenly found themselves being pelted by Saiyan and Namekian bodies. Roger crashed through the roof of a large, six wheeled transport, while Bardock was lodged into the engine compartment of a passenger vehicle. Gerald landed with a thud on the sidewalk, almost injuring several Gelban people and causing the sidewalk to crack and buckle. Gerald rolled over on his back and looked at the sky trying to get his bearings using his ki senses. He figured that he had managed to teleport roughly three-quarters of the way between New Namek, and Planet Vegeta, but the effort had exhausted him. Had he not already been in Ultimate Super Saiyan form, he would not have had enough energy to teleport at all. His brief contact with that negative force had drained him, and he could still feel it even from this distance. Gerald rolled over onto the grass and vomited, dropping back to normal Saiyan form.
"What the hell was that?" Gerald asked himself between heaves.
Meanwhile, in the street, Roger found himself in the middle of a rather angry public relations problem. Around him were numerous Gelbans who did not seem to appreciate being beaned in the head by green skinned aliens. Many of the Namekians were still unconscious, and were being kicked and otherwise pummeled by the angry Gelbans. To make matters worse, the driver of the truck that he managed to destroy wasn't at all happy about Roger's untimely intrusion. They guy was yelling in Roger's ear in a language that Roger couldn't understand.
Roger reached under his armor and flipped the switch of his translator to "On" and was immediately sorry he did. For an unimaginative people, they sure knew how to string curses together.
"Excuse me sir." Roger said as the translator repeated his words in the native tongue. Roger slowly got to his feet, moving aside the bent and twisted metal of the transport and climbed out of the wreckage onto solid ground. His knees were still wobbly, and his ki was low, but putting some distance between them and New Namek was already helping to restore his energy and strength. Roger was gratified to see that Bardock was also getting stronger, and also had his own Gelban screaming at him. Two Gelban children were kicking a barely revived Namekian in the ribs as their father sat to one side with a huge lump on his head just outside the truck. Gerald was struggling to his feet after unloading the contents of his stomach.
The driver of the truck caught sight of Gerald's tail as he brought it around to wrap around his waist. The Driver's eyes got really large. "You're a Saiyan!" He said backing away. "Why are you attacking us?"
"We're not attacking you!" Roger stopped and took a few breaths to calm his nerves. "This was an accident. We did not mean to cause you any harm. We will compensate you for any damages we have caused."
This did not seem to sway the man's fear at all as he continued to back away from Roger. Unfortunately for the man, he backed right into Bardock, who was approaching Roger. The man froze and slowly turned to look behind him.
"Hi!" Bardock said as cheerfully as he knew how without looking like a grinning idiot
The man screamed and ran. At this, the other Gelbans looked Roger and Bardock's way.
"They're Saiyans!" They all screamed in unison and took off after the first man.
."Do you suppose that any of them will remember that they have been on friendly relations with us for over 15 years now?" Roger asked sarcastically.
"I don't know." Bardock said scratching the back of his head. "You don't suppose that the negative energy is having an affect on these people? I mean to say that they can't directly sense ki, but it may be having an adverse affect on their thought processes."
"That's a possibility. The Gelban diplomats I have encountered seemed like they were very even tempered." Roger said. "At any rate, I don't think we have time to figure it out. We have to return to Planet Vegeta now."
Gerald hobbled up to Roger and Bardock. "What the hell was that thing?"
"I'll explain later. Right now get these people up so we can access how much ki we have between us. We need to get home." Roger ordered.
"Yes your highness." Bardock went back into soldier mode.
"Okay father." Gerald said rubbing his head and turning toward the street.
"Let's be out of here before the local constabulary, or military, or whatever they have here, shows up." Roger said as he rubbed a growing knot on his head. He was sore and bruised, but his strength was returning.
Mouri was already on his feet and trying to roust the other Nameks. Most of them were awake, and were picking up the unconscious ones and carrying them.
It took a good ten minutes, but at last all of the Nameks were either standing, or being supported, together in front of Roger.
"I think I can do it myself dad, if you don't mind." Gerald said.
"No, go right ahead." Roger was more than happy to let Gerald do the honors, he wasn't sure that he could do it by himself right then anyway. Bardock's tired eyes told the same story.
Roger noticed that Gerald had dropped out of Ultimate Super Saiyan mode. It had been years since he had seen his son in normal form. Roger smiled tiredly at his son. "So, this is how you really look."
"Huh? Oh, I suppose. I'm not real comfortable like this any more." Gerald said. "I've grown so accustomed to Super Saiyan Five and above that I feel awkward as a normal Saiyan."
Roger just nodded in understanding. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let's go home." Gerald said as he put two fingers to his forehead, and the other hand on Mouri's tunic. The entire assembly disappeared.
"Whew! They made it!" Goku said aloud.
"That kid has always amazed me." Vegeta said as he opened his eyes. "His ki is practically ripped out of his body, yet he manages to use instant transmission."
"So, have you decided?" Goku asked out of the blue.
"Decided what?" Vegeta turned to his friend.
"The sword, I know you've been thinking about it." Goku answered.
"Oh that. I've been trying to judge whether or not he is ready, and worthy of it. But I think I will give it to him before he leaves." Vegeta smiled.
"It's quite an honor, and a great responsibility." Goku said. "But I think he is ready. He's a good kid, Vegeta."
Vegeta rolled back his sleeve. To the casual observer, it would look like a spectacularly detailed tattoo of a sword. Vegeta had given the sword a name. Clau'tem Se Ordornach, Dispeller of Darkness. "I don't do this lightly Kakkarot. But the sword doesn't belong in Other World. It belongs in the Mortal Realm; it belongs where it can do the most good.
A long silence ensued.
"We belong where we can do the most good too." Vegeta said at last.
Goku sighed. "I know how you feel Vegeta, but it's their time now."
"I know, but what I wouldn't give for a crack at that dragon!" Vegeta smirked.
Goku smiled. "I know how you feel. It looks like we left them alone too long.
Vegeta's eyes followed where Goku's finger was pointing.
Goku Jr. and Bardock Jr. had tried the new fusion technique after much practice. They apparently didn't practice enough. What resulted was a short, fat, angry looking individual with four arms.
"Hmm… They didn't get the hand placement right, from the looks of it." Vegeta mused.
"Yep, that would be my guess too." Goku answered with a chuckle.
"I suppose we have to go down and tell them how to untangle themselves." Vegeta smirked as he watched "Godock" run about trying to spar, but moving entirely too slow to cause the others to do anything but laugh.
Vegeta and Goku began to walk back down to the training field, not seeming to be in much of a hurry."
"Have you told her yet?" Vegeta said.
"No, I'll tell her tonight at dinner." Goku said.
"It's a difficult technique; you should start her training as soon as possible." Vegeta said with some urgency in her voice.
"I know, but I have faith in her. She's smart, much smarter than I was at that age. I don't think the Spirit Bomb will be that much of a problem for her." Goku smiled with pride for his daughter.
"All the same, I would be more comfortable if you would start her training tomorrow." Vegeta said. "I know it seems like we have all the time in the world here, but time is running out."
"I know." Goku said sadly. "It's been great spending this time with them, hasn't it Vegeta?"
"It certainly has, Kakkarot." Vegeta smiled. "I too will miss them when they go back."
In the Mortal Realm, on a planet far distant from the Planet Vegeta, the President of the largest nation was addressing an assembly of delegates from all over his world. For over 40 years, his planet has been at war almost constantly. Alliances change, boundaries and battle lines change, generals come and go, reasons for fighting change from one decade to the next, but it all results in the same thing; a whole lot of Death. Almost a billion people have died so far, and to make matters worse, the level of war driven technology has increased exponentially. They now possessed weapons that could turn the planet to ash. So far, no one has used them, but it was only a matter of time. The wars must stop.
A patch of air high above the assembly hall shimmered for an instant before a familiar green figure materialized. The Earth born Namekian turned 360 degrees taking in every detail of the planet below him.
"Idiots." Piccolo muttered at length. "Damned idiots. I'm not sure why we're going to the trouble to save some of these worlds when they seem so bent on blowing themselves up. Still, they may mature passed this carnage one day."
Piccolo sighed and let him self drop until he was just a few meters above the tallest building in the city. The tallest building mostly because it was still relatively untouched by the wars that Piccolo estimated must have been raging for decades.
"Pathetic." Piccolo thought as he landed outside of the main doors of the building. He was immediately "greeted" by several armed guards.
"Halt! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Piccolo didn't feel like having this conversation again. He used his speed to move passed the guards, and then used instant transmission to teleport to the podium behind the president.
The president turned after feeling the displacement of air behind him.
"W-who are you?" the president asked.
"My name is Piccolo. I am on a mission of peace. May I address these gentlemen? It's a matter of utmost importance." Piccolo said in a low serious voice.
The president stared for a few moments, and then blinked. "I suppose that would be okay."
"Thank you." Piccolo stepped up to the microphone. The president stepped back, still in shock about an alien suddenly appearing.
Piccolo turned back to the president. "What do you call this planet?"
"We call it Yamortam." The president said.
"Thank you." Piccolo said.
"Y-Yeah, don't mention it."
Piccolo turned back to the microphone. "People of Yamortam, my name is Piccolo. I have been sent here from another dimension to warn you, and to ask you for your help. Even as we speak, there is an incredibly powerful, incredibly evil force that has been unleashed upon the universe, and threatens to eradicate all that exists. There are warriors who are aligned against this evil force who may need all of our help."
A loud murmuring when up through the assembled delegates. Finally a clear female voice shouted. "What is this evil thing you speak of?"
"It is Omega Porunga. I know that name doesn't mean anything to you, but he has been created by our own negative energies accumulated into one being." Piccolo said. Many years ago, a well meaning Namekian created seven orbs, known as Dragon Balls. The Dragon Balls were capable of granting three wishes to the person that called the Eternal Dragon forth."
Piccolo's hand waved in the air and an image of Porunga, as he was before, appeared in front of him for all to see.
"Each time the Dragon Balls are used, they absorb negative energy from the universe. That's our negative energy." Piccolo explained. "Our hatred, our malice, our greed all feed the Dragon Balls a little each time they are used. If they are not used, the negative energy dissipates, but if they are used too much, this happens." Piccolo waved his hand and an image of Omega Porunga appeared. "This creature's only mission in life is to destroy."
A harsh gasp sounded at the sight of Omega Porunga. Even without the ability to sense ki, there was little doubt that the creature was evil.
"How do we know this isn't some elaborate plot to destroy us?" A man in the third row asked.
Piccolo began to glow as he allowed his ki to build. He floated off the floor and toward the man who asked the question.
"We don't need a ploy to destroy you. If destroying you was our intention, we wouldn't be having this conversation now." Piccolo said in a low and dangerous voice.
"If that thing is so strong, how can we help?" A woman from the back of the room yelled.
"I'm glad you asked." Piccolo smiled. "As I said, there are warriors who are even now training to do battle with this monster in the hopes of saving this, and possibly other, universes. One of them will be trained in a special technique that may destroy Omega Porunga. The technique calls upon everyone and everything in the universe to give a portion of their energy to form a Spirit Bomb. The young lady is the daughter of one of the greatest warriors who ever lived, and who has, unbeknownst to you, saved the universe on other occasions." Piccolo explained. "Now, you have all the information you need, and I will leave you to make your own decisions, but I would give this serious thought. Tell your people what they must do. You will all be contacted telepathically when the time comes.
With that having been said, Piccolo put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared; leaving behind a stunned and frightened audience.
A janitor stepped up beside the president. The president turned, recognizing the man.
"What do you think Crebus?" The president said.
"I don't know about you sir, but I think I believe him." Crebus said removing his cap and scratching his head.
"I think I do too." The president said as he walked back up to the microphone.
And so did Piccolo's mission go, from planet, to planet.
The Ultimate Kai stared into his eternity pool. The powers coming into play in the universe were great; perhaps even greater than he anticipated. "I wonder what they would say if they knew that everything that is unfolding now is because I got bored." The Kai thought. He dipped his finger in the pool and the surface rippled out. But had it gone too far? All those years that he hadn't interfered and never had an evil power of this magnitude appeared. Sure, the occasional tyrant, like Frieza would come and go, but nothing with the power of Omega Porunga, or even Omega Shenlon for that matter.
The physical universe needed balance. After all, he had created it that way. For every strong force for good, there is a corresponding force for evil. He could simply change the rules, made the universe a place where only good can exist. But physical beings need challenge. Without obstacles they weaken and die.
But evil cannot be allowed to reign for too long. Wasn't that why he choose Goku? A lone baby Saiyan traveling through the Milky Way, one of the very last of his kind; wouldn't it be a bitter pill for Frieza to swallow if this child grew up to destroy him? After a fall from a cliff, a change of disposition, and a heart as pure as crystal was his gift to Goku; that, and perhaps a more than slightly better ability to become stronger.
The Ultimate Kai chuckled. "Vegeta would probably be pretty upset if he knew just how much I've interfered in his life as well."
Omega Porunga was his own creation. It was the universes way of trying to balance itself again.
The Kai came to a decision. He would go back to total noninterference as soon as this was over, one way or another. He would erase his existence from the memories of those who knew of him. He would go back to his home and stay there, for eternity.
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