"You killed this alien?" Dr. Gero asked. Android 19 nodded in affirmation. "Interesting...were any cells collected during this fight?" Without a word, the Android pointed to the console, which was analyzing the foreign DNA as they spoke. "Well done 19. Excellent work... However, it is worrying that you took so much damage from this fight...perhaps if I add some capacitors and a generator...?" The doctor trailed off, mumbling to himself under his breath and pacing. "I've got to have my revenge on Son Goku...that bastard took my son from me, and I can't allow him to take anything else. Nothing!" the doctor whisper-shouted. His eyes gleamed with the fires of rage being rekindled behind them.
Android 19' eyes glowed imperceptibly as its mind processed the events of the day, commiting the logs to long term storage. An unfamiliar logic string began to run. A...desire, perhaps? Something beyond the directive to kill Son Goku... Maybe it might even be called a hope, but whatever it was, the "thought" desired the doctor's return to full mental health.
The mighty dragon spiralled out of the enormous Namekian dragon balls. His muscles writhed as Porunga took his stately place in the sky. His majesty caused the suns to hide their presence in shame. His red eyes glinted with unfathomable wisdom.
"I am the great dragon Porunga. State your wishes and they shall be granted!" his booming voice called.
The Namekian child, Dende, turned to the odd visitors to their planet. His sibling, Cargo, with an oddly shaped bruise on his face, stood near him, also staring at the newcomers, in great curiosity.
"What do you wish, Goku?" the small child asked.
The earth-raised Saiyan pondered for a moment. "We need everyone who was killed in the fight with Vegeta and Nappa to be revived, then Chi-Chi, as well as for Dr. Gero's son to be revived... But he's outside the limit for the Dragon Balls..." He trailed off.
"I'm unfamiliar with how your Dragon Balls work, but ours have no such restriction, though Porunga can only revive one individual at a time, without limits to how many times it can be done," said Nail.
"Huh...well, that complicates things a bit..." Goku frowned. "Well, I guess we only need to revive Chiaotzu and Piccolo here, cause we can bring everyone else back with Earth's Dragon Balls. That leaves us with that last wish!" Goku smiled, pleased.
"So, to confirm, you wish to revive the ones known as Piccolo and Chiaotzu, and the son of Dr. Gero?" Dende asked.
Goku nodded cheerfully. Then: "Oh! And can you ask the dragon if he can bring them here so they aren't stuck wherever they are? When I got revived, I had to go all the way up Snake Way, cause Shenron didn't bring me to the Check-In station or back to Earth."
Dende nodded in response. "That should be within his power. He is rather patient with the scope of his wishes."
Goku grinned as Vegeta marveled at the sheer size of the dragon. It dwarfed even an Oozaru in its enormity. "Incredible," he breathed. "The universe is indeed filled with amazing things..." He felt an odd twinge in his soul at the thought that, perhaps, some other planet, one of those whose destruction he was responsible for, might have held a wonder just as alien to him as this one.
The Namekian child began relaying the wishes to the dragon in their native tongue. The dragon's eyes glowed. "These wishes are within my power. Your desires shall be granted!" A bright bubble of light appeared at the base of the dragon's tail...
The light...it was so bright. Where was he? The last he remembered, he was in the fields of Heaven...
The light died down. His eyes, still blinded by the brightness, were struggling to make sense of the information they were receiving.
He was startled by a booming voice calling out from above him, "Your wishes have been granted. FARE THEE WELLLL!" The light behind him died down as well, leaving his eyes to recover from the shock of the odd brightness.
"Huh, so you're Dr. Gero's son, huh? Man, you're tall..." he heard a friendly voice say. He blinked, trying to clear the blindness faster. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw what looked like an orange smear with a palm tree for hair. He rubbed his eyes.
"Heya, I'm Goku! What's your name?" the figure said, stepping closer and holding out a hand. At this distance, he could make out the man's face. It was kind, if somewhat vacant of intelligence.
"...I am Gebo, son of Dr. Gero," he replied, taking the hand in a firm grip and shaking
. "Who are you, if I might ask, and why am I here? ...in fact, where am I?"
"He insists upon calling himself Goku, but his birth name is Kakarot. As for the why and where, you've been revived because one of your father's tin cans asked the clown's friend to contact us and have you revived. This is a planet called Namek," a gruff voice said. Gebo turned to look at the speaker. He was a shorter man, with a flame of hair and a prominent widow's peak. His eyes were dark and flinty, with years of untold horrors lurking behind them.
"Who are you?" Gebo asked. The shorter man glared.
"I am Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans. That is all you need to know." The prince turned to Nail and motioned for the Namekian to follow him to an area away from the newly revived people.
"Good to see you, Goku," said Piccolo gruffly. "I'm going to assume there's a good reason for Vegeta of all people to be here, so I'll wait to question you until later, but there had better be a good reason -"
Chiaotzu unexpectedly exploded again, as he had been in the middle of trying his new technique again when he was revived. Coughing, he waved cheerily at Goku. "Hi Goku!"
Goku waved back at the diminutive fighter with a broad grin on his face. "Heya Chiaotzu!"
Gebo looked upon these people with no small amount of confusion. They were so different from each other and yet they seemed to get along so well. The tall one with spiky, palm-tree hair, though...looked oddly familiar.
"So this is my kind's home planet," Piccolo murmured. He would have been lying if he said he had never felt out of place on Earth, but this place called to him for some reason. Nail walked up to him.
"I was informed of the duality of your existence," he said, giving the Demon King's son a once-over. "I can see though that you have risen above the dark beginnings you were born of." The guardian of the Elder of the Namekian people smiled. "Be proud of yourself, Piccolo, scion of Katas. You have proven the good of the Namekian people even at their worst."
The words resonated with Piccolo.
Dr. Gero wheezed wetly as blood dripped from his lips. The coughing fit had left him doubled over. His age, it seemed, was finally getting to him. "19!" he wheezed. "Help me!"
His loyal servant carefully picked the aged doctor up. "It...it is time," he coughed. "My body is failing me, and it is finally time for me to join you in immortality. I leave...the operation...to you." The doctor wheezed again, trying to suppress a painful coughing fit.
19's eyes glowed. An algorithm ran behind its eyes, determining how best to perform the operation in a timely manner. It busied itself gathering the necessary supplies. The body that was to house the mind of the doctor was already built, but not yet combat-ready. Much reinforcement had to be installed before it would be able to deal the same damage that 19's chassis was capable of. Nevertheless, it was perfectly capable of sustaining the doctor's life in the interim.
The last thing Dr. Gero saw before he passed out was the face of his faithful servant 19, with something approaching concern trying to find its way onto its face, as it carefully adjusted the gas output of the apparatus.
Mr. Popo was carefully tending Kami's cannabis garden, doing his best to ensure that the aged Namekian would have a good supply of the therapeutic herb for his glaucoma when he returned, when said Namekian abruptly appeared on the Lookout in a bright flash of light. Due to his position as Guardian of Earth, he did not need to rely on Porunga's powers to re-enter the mortal world once he was revived.
The genial genie was of course overjoyed to see his companion once again and tears of joy streamed down his face as he hurried to embrace the Guardian.
No sooner did Kami's sight clear enough to see than he saw a wall of black skin rushing towards him. He laughed and hugged the genie back, happy to see the jolly demigod as well.
The Lookout, which had felt lonely to the poor genie, now felt as warm and welcome as it ever had with the Guardian back where he belonged.
Bonus: The effects of alien exposure to Earth culture.
"Lord Kooler? We have finished analyzing the data streams we intercepted from the Earth planet. I've sorted the information by type. We have various planet-specific recipes, music, entertainment, technology, and...ah, material of the erotic sort."
Kooler's ears pricked at the mention of music. "Send the music to my datapad, Salza. I need something to keep my mind occupied." The frost demon massaged his temples wearily. An insurrection by a maniacal warlord on three of his occupied planets was causing him an enormous headache. The rather high power level of the warlord allowed him to dispatch the weaker members of Kooler's security forces, which was why Kooler himself was coming to deal with the issue.
Swiping through the list of Earth music, Kooler donned a headset and connected it to his datapad. His eyes closed as he drifted with the music, smiling as he realized he rather liked it.
Laughter, evil and bloodthirsty, filled the air. B'zida, warlord of the Trefaya race, grinned bloodily as he tore apart the weak aliens. His attendants, possessed of sizeable power levels as well, were also engaged in tormenting the resistance fighters. They had had about a month of free reign on the trio of planets in the system, and the pathetic forces sent to try to stop them had proved little more than cannon fodder. Corpses littered the ground.
It was fair to say that all normal life had ceased, all activities of leisure had been stopped, which is why it came as a surprise during an instant of silence that a deep bass sound began to fill the air. Rhythmic and booming, it was loud and shook their bones. B'zida looked around in confusion. No one could be seen. Then he heard the quiet murmur of a Planet Trade mothership beneath the increasingly loud music. The song, whatever it was, was extremely intimidating and vicious-sounding, making B'zida and his cohorts uneasy. Something told them to leave.
..."I'm gonna fight 'em all..."
"A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back..."
The music was now obviously coming from the mothership. A tall, dangerously slim figure stood on the hull of the ship, tail held high behind it, flicking excitedly. A wicked grin was plastered like graffiti across the face of the person who was now very visibly Kooler, eldest son of King Kold.
Fear filled all those present, not helped in any way by the now bone-rattlingly loud music. Cheers of excitement and joy, and whoops of awe, were being shouted by the battered PTO soldiers.
Three of B'zida's soldiers wet themselves.
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