Medamatcha begins to tire. He'd already launched about a thousand blasts of energy. His reserves are all he continues to run on. Opposite of him, Cui and the remaining Namekians remain shielded by a trench. Both sides had become exhausted by the struggle.
Cui twitches his fishy mustache from his cover. "Damn that little freak! I'd no idea he'd have so many tricks up his sleeve!"
"Lord Cui!" a Cui Force member calls out to his master. "We've pushed them back from the ship! We can start the evacuation now."
"Oh? Yes, hury and get that underway!"
"What about you, Lord Cui?"
"I'm not leaving till I settle the score with froggy here."
A nearby Namekian groans in complaint. "Nothing we throw at him keeps him down! He's too strong!"
Cui drops his posturing, knowing very well how outmatched he is.
"How dare you doubt Lord Cui's abilities! Look for yourself, this battle swings ever closer to our victory!"
The overdone praise is enough to brighten Cui's mood once again. "That's right! All thanks to me, your people are nearly saved!"
The Namekians are unphased by the gloating. Fortunately their admiration is unnecessary. Cui gathers the courage to step forth. He raises himself over the trench and into Medamatcha's killzone.
"Hehehehe, sorry, but I'm not accepting any surrenders right now!" Medamatcha prepares to unleash an endless volley.
"Who said I was surrendering?"
Cui's smugness overflows from his purple body. He quickly tears his uniform from his body from the waist up. His casual stroll unnerves Medamatcha.
The frog-man charges what energy he can in his palms.
Cui interrupts the showdown before it starts. "Not so fast, I know we're both a bit tired. How bout we settle this man to little-man, fist to frog leg, none of that fancy light show."
Medamatch hesitates before answering. "...Very well. It doesn't matter how I send you to the grave, now does it? Hehehehe."
The two bare chested aliens square up with one another. In physical attractiveness, Cui has the frog-man beat. Unfortunately for the purple fish-faced buffoon, this is a battle of brawn. Cui is very quickly reminded of this the moment fists start flying. All the false confidence instilled by his well meaning men disappears.
Cui is quickly taken to the ground. Medamatcha's pounding is ruthless. The Namekians watch on in embarrassment as their 'fearless hero' eats the dirt. Cui struggles to get out of his disadvantaged position, but without a referee he's forced to fight on. The struggle seems lost, but then suddenly the chanting of Cui Force and Cui-jin alike ring out.
"Go Lieutenant Cui! You can do it! You CAN!"
"Lord Cui, I believe! I believe in you!"
The words reinvigorate the floundering fish. He's able to muster the strength to kick back his opponent. As he stumbles to his feet, Medamatcha hops around impatiently. Cui wipes the blood from his lip and attempts to form a plan. To his frustration, only a single course of action comes to his mind.
"Kahhhh!" He rushes his foe in a full sprint. Just before entering striking distance, Cui drops his body. He propels into a sharp slide-dash aimed directly at Medamatcha's nearest toe.
"Secret Santa uh... Kick Attack!"
The impact instantly causes Medamatcha to convulse in pain. "Gweh! I'll kill you, you piece of-"
Before Medamatch can finish, Cui's fingers strike the frog's big bulgy eyes.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The pain is heightened by Medamatcha's already sensitive eyes.
The moment he tries to retreat, Medamatcha tumbles to his back, having tripped over his pants that have been lowered to his ankles. Cui is quick to take advantage of the situation. He leaps on top of the downed frog and begins pummeling him in the gut with a series of repeated punches.
"Yeah!" The Cui-lovers call out. The Namekians however, are completely unsure how to take the bizarre show.
After suffering a good deal of damage, Medamatcha finally breaks free. He builds some distance between the two.
"You dirty mongrel! I'll incinerate you completely!"
Sensing imminent danger, Cui responds with the most clever tactic he can. "Look! It's Lord Slug!" He points up and behind the furious little frog.
"Huh?" Medamatcha falls for the bait, his head fixated on the apparent nothing above him.
"Gotcha you little freak! Huh?"
Cui barely registers what unfolds before him. Within an instant, Lord Slug crashes into the ground in a standing position. Medamatcha is utterly buried beneath his feet, only the seeping of blood through the cracks tell the tale. Cui's eyes slowly rise until they meet the fury of the Namekian before him.
"I came here to see what the hell you idiots are doing to my ship, and you make me see that disgusting excuse of a brawl!? You know what, we've already lost one of my boy's little pests. Why don't we make it two?" Slug's eyes light up with fire.
"Lieutenant Cui!"
"Lord Cui!"
The beams that emit from his eyes strike not Cui, but the many Cui Force and Cui-jin who sacrifice themselves for the sake of their hero. The tragic spectacle moves the fish-man's heart in a way it hasn't moved in decades.
"G-Guys!"
Cui remains too stunned to flee. Thankfully for him, a Namekian warrior fishes him from the fray with a long stretched arm. Sug barrels toward them in pursuit, but the next quake stumbles him.
"Damn planet! Know your place!"
In frustration, Slug hurls a sizable ball of energy at the ground. The blast cleans half the battlefield. Though as it settles, the glow of the scorched soil grows. The groan of the stirring planet becomes louder than before, then raises in pitch to a shriek. The sound seeps fear into the evil Namekian once again.
The planet does not calm this time. The glow continues to stretch across the ground like stimulated veins. Piccolo shudders from within the tower's walls.
"I pity you, young one." Guru weakly lectures Piccolo from his prison of stone.
Piccolo turns to Guru, but is too ashamed to respond.
"It is okay, child, I hold no grudge against you. The sorrow in your eyes tells me of the heart you hold within."
Another explosion of energy on the battlefield rattles the room once more. The thunderous low groans that respond equal its intensity. Piccolo glances back in fear.
"Yes, the calamity prepares to emerge. There may be nothing we can do to stop it."
"B-But, the dragon balls! We could stop it!"
Guru is frozen by the words. His face grows mournful as he recalls his terrible past. "Nay, a wish cannot resolve this, for it is a wish that has caused this."
"Someone wished for this to happen? What person would do such a horrible thing?"
Guru gulps, regret seeps into his eyes. "It is I who made the wish."
Piccolo is left breathless. "...W-What?"
"Peace among Namekians. That is all I asked of the dragon. I simply wanted to put an end to the war between our people."
Hearing Guru's words, sorrowful empathy dominates Piccolo's mood.
"Young Piccolo, perhaps you are the key to our salvation."
"Me? Why would you think that?"
"You have already made success where I had failed all those years ago. That burn across his chest is proof of that. Your strength and compassion may mediate the peace we need."
"That's not true! I'm…" Once more, the image of the evil King Piccolo within him emerges. "I'm no different than Mr. Slug. No, I'm even worse. I'm a true reincarnation of evil, the spawn of the most baddest bad guy ever! I deserve to fail alongside him!"
Guru is taken aback. "I've spoken insensitively, I am sorry. It was wrong of me to trivialize your burdens."
Guru breaks free from his hole in the wall and rolls over to Piccolo's side. With his big arms he lifts the boy onto his lap. The sobbing eight foot Namekian five-year-old begins to calm.
"Evil is not an inheritance, but a state of being. Our spirits constantly shift along the boundary, being tested every day. The weight of our actions carry us."
"Our actions…" Piccolo's heart sinks when he hears these words. "It was my actions that caused all of this."
"You put too much blame on yourself, child"
Piccolo shakes his head. "No. It's true. Mr. Slug didn't even want to come here. I was the one who begged him to."
Guru becomes silent.
"It's not like I didn't know what was going to happen. I was just… I was too selfish, I thought everything would be alright if I just got my dad back. Videl was right."
"May she rest in peace."
Piccolo nestles closer into the large Namekian's tummy. "I let her down. I let everyone down. Even my dad."
"You did not let me down. It is your loving nature that has rekindled a dead hope within me. Tell me, do you wish to save Namek?"
Piccolo looks up to the wise old man. "Y-Yes! Of course I do!"
"Then you must act. Only you can change the outcome of this struggle."
Piccolo locks eyes with Guru, determination sparks within him. "...You're right. For my father, I'll do what's right. I know that would be more important to him."
"Your father sounds like a good man."
"He was the greatest."
Down below, a furious Slug releases a mouthful of energy from his teeth to retaliate against the angered world. The groans of the planet become something more than a shriek and a step further than a growl, a roar. The loudness causes Slug to grip his ears in pain. The world splits open with fire. From Slug's position it's as if the face of a dragon were etched into the ground out of magma. His beam of chaos is quickly swallowed up by the enraged planet.
Slug is then met with a terrifying reply. Molten tendrils with sharp-toothed heads spring forth from the dragon's mouth. The worm-like structures move so fast that not even Slug is able to dodge them.
The Namekian tyrant is completely engulfed in the planet's fiery arms. Their structure begins to take shape. Details like scales emerge from the molten surface and the semblance of eyes become apparent on the tips of the glowing spires of dirt.
"I… Won't be beaten by a rock!"
Slug bursts free from his entanglement. His bodily energy burst is so great that a sphere of emptiness fifty meters wide is left in his wake. To his unfortunate surprise, the tendrils remanifest, even greater than before. They thrust him into a mountain, destroying it as they do. Slug is not the only victim of the monstrous force. The fighting soldiers tremble as hundreds of more man-eating arms of dirt spew from the ground. Soon everyone scurries about, dozens being devoured as they do.
"Elder Moori! What do we do!"
Not far from the battle, several dozen Namekian villagers cower. The massacre chills them all to the bone.
"We must hurry aboard that ship. Evacuation is the only safe route now."
The trembling Namekians rush to the vessel in a single large mass. Behind them, a quake shatters the plateau, turning it into a fire spewing mountain range. Vengeful shrieks bellow from its ridge. They know it won't be long before the fires cover every inch of the planet.
Cui and his men finally approach the vessel's entryway. Just as they enter, a bloody child with a dragon ball nestled in her arms rushes out. She sprints through all of them without a word and nearly trips them as she passes. Cui doesn't even recognize her at first. The deadness of her eyes makes him question whether she's even alive.
Once aboard the vessel, they race down the halls frantically. Then, a Cui Force soldier rushes toward him with a sunken face.
"Lord Cui! The engine, It's no good. Someone destroyed it. There's no way this thing is taking off."
Cui's face turns blue. The terror of losing his last hope for survival hits him like a ton of bricks.
"Y-You mean… We're all going to die."
The soldier looks away, unable to face his master. The agony of failure destroys his will to live. Another quake rattles the ship. The cries of all those outside fill what would otherwise be silence.
Just as the mood hits it's darkest, the door behind them swings open. Behind it, a Cui-jin, possibly the last. Dragged by him is a Frieza Force attack pod. All eyes meet the determined and wounded soldier. He no longer has the energy to move the miniature space vessel.
All the remaining Cui Force soldiers rush to his side and move the ship fully into the room. Once it's in place, they swing it's doors open.
"W-What are you fools doing?"
"Lord Cui, we're just getting the ship ready."
"You nincompoops, that's a ship made for one! We can't all fit in there!"
The room becomes silent again, but pained smiles grow on their faces. The confused Cui darts his head around to meet each of their gloomy eyes. A firm hand pelts the fish-man on the back, sending him tumbling into the pod. The men are quick to seal the latch shut.
"Y-You guys! What's the meaning of this! I'll have you all punished for this mutiny!" Water wells in Cui's eyes. He's slow to understand the meaning in their actions, but he can tell that this will be a final goodbye.
Moments later, the auto pilot launches the pod into the sky. Cui pounds on the glass as the men give their final salute. He's unable to hold back his hyper-masculine tears any longer. As the pod ascends, several arms of magma spew forth in pursuit. The planet asserts its desire to allow none to escape its clutches.
"For Lord Cui!"
A soldier collides with the mouth of the arm closest to Cui's ship. He's devoured instantly, but it's enough to stop the pursuit of the tendril.
"Lieutenant Cui!"
The Cui-jin stops the next. The cycle repeats until the last of the planet's efforts fail. As soon as Cui breaks the atmosphere, the planet surrenders. He grips the glass, the dark hellish planet becomes smaller and smaller.
He now floats in space. The destination of his pod is left unprompted. He knows certain death awaits him back in Freiza Space. His choice is obvious to him. A planet of no interest to Frieza. Somewhere outside of space faring influence, and containing no strong presence. That little brat's homeworld, Earth. He sets the course, looking back at Namek one last time. His hand grazes the glass, reaching out to grasp something he'd lost.
"Farewell, my only friends..." The fish-man closes his eyes, hoping to never open them again.