The alliance between Zarbon, Bulma, and Vegeta marked the beginning of a fragile truce on Namek. As they ventured forth to gather the Dragon Balls, they encountered numerous challenges and adversaries, all while keeping a wary eye on each other. Trust did not come easily, but their shared goals bound them together, at least for the time being.

Their journey was fraught with danger, as they faced off against Frieza's henchmen and rival mercenaries vying for the Dragon Balls. Zarbon's combat prowess, Bulma's ingenuity, and Vegeta's relentless determination proved to be a formidable combination. They adapted to each other's strengths, learning to rely on their unique skills to overcome their enemies.

As they collected Dragon Balls and gathered information on the Ginyu Force's impending arrival, a complex web of emotions began to weave itself into their partnership. Bulma, initially suspicious of both Zarbon and Vegeta, found herself gradually developing a sense of camaraderie with them. She admired Zarbon's tactical thinking and was awed by Vegeta's fighting abilities, even if his arrogance remained a constant annoyance.

Vegeta, on the other hand, found himself respecting Zarbon's dedication to their cause, though he remained skeptical of the Namekian's intentions. He begrudgingly acknowledged Bulma's intelligence and resourcefulness, even if her presence continued to challenge his Saiyan pride.

And Zarbon, torn between his loyalty to Frieza and his growing doubts about the empire, found himself drawn to the complexity of their alliance. He saw in Bulma and Vegeta the potential for change, a chance to break free from the shackles of unquestioning servitude to Frieza.

As the days turned into weeks, they made progress. They had located most of the Dragon Balls and formulated a plan to summon the Eternal Dragon, Shenron, to make their wishes. The first wish was to lock Frieza into his first form, ensuring that he couldn't access his terrifying transformations. The second wish was to unlock all of Zarbon's potential, making him a force to be reckoned with.

But it was the third wish that remained a subject of contention among them. Vegeta was insistent on using it to gain immortality, a prospect that filled Bulma and Zarbon with unease. They had seen the consequences of unchecked power, and granting immortality to Vegeta could be catastrophic.

The tension reached its peak one fateful evening as they stood before the Namekian Dragon Balls, ready to make their wishes. Vegeta's eyes burned with an unyielding desire for eternal life, while Bulma and Zarbon exchanged wary glances, their doubts about the Saiyan prince resurfacing.

Without warning, Zarbon acted swiftly, a blur of movement as he knocked Vegeta unconscious before he could utter his wish. The Dragon Balls shimmered with energy, their collective power unleashed as Shenron materialized before them.

The ancient dragon's voice boomed, "Speak your wishes, and I shall grant them."

Bulma took a deep breath, her resolve unwavering. "Our first wish is to lock Frieza into his first form, preventing him from transforming further."

Shenron's eyes glowed, and the wish was granted with a blinding flash of light. The Dragon Balls scattered across the Namekian landscape, their power temporarily exhausted.

Zarbon watched Bulma closely, knowing the weight of the next wish rested on her shoulders. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Our second wish is to unlock all of Zarbon's potential, granting him the strength he needs to protect Namek."

Once again, Shenron's eyes glowed, and Zarbon felt a surge of energy coursing through him. He could sense his newfound power, his potential fully realized. The transformation was astonishing, and he knew he could now stand against the Ginyu Force and perhaps even Frieza himself.

But the tension in the air remained, for the final wish had yet to be spoken. Bulma glanced at Vegeta's unconscious form, her expression conflicted. She turned to Zarbon, her voice trembling, "What should we do about Vegeta? He wanted immortality, but can we trust him with that kind of power?"

Zarbon's gaze was somber as he considered the implications. "Bulma, granting immortality to someone like Vegeta could have dire consequences for the universe. He is ruthless and power-hungry. We cannot afford to unleash such a force."

Bulma nodded, her determination resolute. "I agree. We can't take that risk."

With a heavy heart, she turned back to Shenron and spoke the final wish. "Our third wish is to ensure that Vegeta can never gain immortality, no matter what he may wish for in the future."

Shenron's eyes glowed once more, and the wish was granted. The eternal dragon then vanished, leaving the Dragon Balls inert.

As the group stood in silence, the weight of their decisions hung heavily in the air. Bulma and Zarbon exchanged a meaningful glance, a shared understanding that their alliance had been tested to its limits. They had made difficult choices to safeguard the universe from potential catastrophe.

The alliance between a human, a Saiyan, and a former Frieza adviser had defied the odds, and they had achieved their goals. Frieza was locked into his first form, Zarbon had unlocked his full potential, and Vegeta's thirst for immortality had been curbed.

But the true test of their alliance lay ahead, as the Ginyu Force's arrival on Namek was imminent. With their newfound power and unity, they had a fighting chance against Frieza's elite mercenaries. It was a battle that would shape the fate of Namek and the destiny of those who had come together against the forces of tyranny.

After their pivotal wishes were made and the Dragon Balls fell silent, a sense of urgency hung in the air. The looming arrival of the Ginyu Force and the unpredictability of Vegeta's actions weighed heavily on Bulma and Zarbon. As they stood by the inert Dragon Balls, Zarbon turned to Bulma, his lavender hair ruffled by the Namekian wind.

"Bulma," he began, his tone softer than before, "I want to thank you for your help and your trust. You've shown remarkable courage in these trying times."

Bulma looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "I could say the same to you, Zarbon. You've been surprisingly helpful, even though you're part of Frieza's army."

Zarbon nodded, acknowledging the complexity of their situation. "I've come to realize that blind loyalty is not always the path to righteousness. There is more at stake here than I once believed. Now, I need you to head off, find your friends, and keep them safe. I have an emperor to deal with."

Bulma hesitated for a moment, torn between the alliance they had formed and the uncertainty of Zarbon's intentions. She had seen a glimpse of his inner turmoil and the desire for change, but she also knew that loyalty to Frieza ran deep.

Zarbon placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes earnest. "Trust me, Bulma. I won't let Frieza's tyranny continue any longer. You've seen the darkness of his rule, and I cannot be a part of it any further. I'll deal with Frieza before the Ginyu Force even arrives. Go find your friends and keep them safe. Namek needs you as much as it needs me right now."

Bulma nodded, her trust in Zarbon growing despite the uncertainty. "Alright, Zarbon. Just be careful. Frieza won't go down without a fight."

Zarbon smiled, a genuine expression of gratitude. "I know. But it's a fight I've been preparing for, even if I didn't realize it until now."

With that, Bulma turned and hurried off into the Namekian wilderness, her resolve strengthened by the alliance she had formed and the hope that Zarbon's actions would align with his words.

Alone among the dormant Dragon Balls, Zarbon's lavender hair rustled in the wind once more as he gazed at the horizon. Determination burned in his eyes as he set his sights on Frieza's palace, the heart of the tyrant's empire. He was no longer content to be Frieza's lapdog, and he would stop at nothing to bring an end to the emperor's reign of terror.

As Zarbon stormed towards Frieza's spaceship on Namek, the emperor was taken aback by the sudden appearance of his loyal henchman. He had not anticipated Zarbon's betrayal, and the shock was evident in his cold, calculating eyes. Frieza's initial reaction was a mixture of surprise and anger, but he quickly composed himself, realizing that he had to deal with this unexpected threat.

"Zarbon, what is the meaning of this?" Frieza hissed, his voice laced with irritation. "Have you lost your mind?"

Zarbon's expression remained resolute as he faced his former master. "I've regained my clarity, Frieza. I can no longer stand by and watch you sow chaos and destruction across the universe."

Frieza's tail lashed in annoyance, his golden eyes narrowing. "You dare turn against me, Zarbon? After all these years of loyal service?"

Zarbon's power surged, his body transforming as his newfound potential unleashed itself. He had grown stronger, more formidable than Frieza could have ever imagined. Energy crackled around him as his lavender hair stood on end, and his body radiated an aura of immense power.

The emperor took a step back, his confidence wavering for the first time in a long while. "What have you done, Zarbon? What have you become?"

With a fierce determination, Zarbon lunged at Frieza, launching a barrage of energy blasts and swift strikes. Frieza struggled to defend himself in his first form, unable to match Zarbon's newfound strength. The ground beneath them shook from the intensity of their battle, and the Namekian landscape bore witness to their clash.

Frieza realized that he needed to escalate the fight to stand a chance against Zarbon. He concentrated, attempting to transform into his second form, his muscles bulging and his power increasing exponentially. However, as he tried to initiate the transformation, he felt an invisible force constricting him, preventing the change.

"What is this?!" Frieza roared in frustration. He attempted the transformation once more, but the result was the same. His inability to transform was a direct consequence of the wish made on the Namekian Dragon Balls, a wish born from the alliance between Bulma, Zarbon, and Vegeta.

Zarbon pressed the attack, relentlessly pummeling Frieza, who was trapped in his less powerful first form. The Namekian landscape bore witness to their battle, and the very ground quaked from the intensity of their clash. Frieza's frustration grew with every blow he suffered, his once-unassailable dominance now hanging in the balance.

Zarbon's voice carried a note of triumph as he continued to assail Frieza. "You underestimated the power of change, Frieza. No longer will your transformations be a weapon of terror. I will put an end to your reign."

The battle on Namek raged on, with Zarbon relentlessly attacking Frieza, who was trapped in his weaker first form. Frieza's frustration and anger mounted as he found himself unable to transform, a consequence of the wish made on the Namekian Dragon Balls.

Zarbon's newfound power and determination were overwhelming. With each blow, each energy blast, he drove Frieza further back. The once-feared emperor was now on the defensive, struggling to keep up with his former subordinate's ferocious assault.

As Zarbon pressed the attack, his lavender hair stood on end, and his energy surged to its peak. The Namekian landscape quaked beneath them, and the sky crackled with the intensity of their battle.

Frieza, with his arrogance and pride still intact, tried to taunt Zarbon even as he was pushed to the brink. "You think this power surge will change anything, Zarbon? You were always so fond of your beauty, but what good will it do you when you're nothing but a traitor?"

Zarbon's response was swift and decisive. With a final burst of energy, he unleashed an overwhelming attack, a concentrated beam of energy that engulfed Frieza completely. The emperor's defiant words were silenced as the searing energy consumed him.

The explosion was blinding, and a shockwave reverberated across the Namekian landscape. When the dust settled, there was no trace of Frieza remaining. The once-mighty emperor had been vaporized, his reign of terror brought to a definitive end.

As Zarbon considered his options and the future that lay before him, he made a series of decisive choices. His newfound freedom from Frieza's control allowed him to act on his own terms, and he intended to make the most of it.

First, he located Vegeta, who was still unconscious after their battle. With a mix of caution and a sense of responsibility, Zarbon secured the Saiyan prince in an extra pod. He knew that dealing with Vegeta's thirst for revenge was a matter to be addressed later. For now, it was best to send him into deep space, far from Namek, ensuring that he posed no immediate threat to the planet or its inhabitants.

Zarbon sighed as he programmed the pod's coordinates, muttering to himself, "You're a handful, Vegeta, but I'll deal with you later."

With Vegeta dispatched into the vastness of the cosmos, Zarbon turned his attention to another matter. He needed to inform the Ginyu Force, Frieza's elite mercenaries, of the situation on Namek. It was essential to maintain the facade of loyalty and report that Vegeta had betrayed Frieza and left the planet to pursue his own agenda.

Zarbon transmitted a carefully crafted message to the Ginyu Force, explaining that Vegeta had turned against Frieza, attacking him and fleeing Namek in pursuit of his own ambitions. He emphasized the urgency of the situation, implying that Vegeta could be a potential threat to Frieza's rule and that the Ginyu Force should act swiftly to address the issue.

With a sense of grim determination, he muttered to himself, "I hope they buy this."

As the message was sent, Zarbon took a moment to reflect on the choices he had made. He knew that he stood at a crossroads, with countless possibilities stretching before him. Would he choose to align himself with the Earthlings, forging new alliances and exploring the freedom he had longed for, or would he carve out a path entirely his own?

With the transmission sent and Vegeta safely dispatched into the depths of space, Zarbon couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and uncertainty. The decisions he had made were bold, and the consequences were far-reaching, but he was resolute in his determination to shape his own destiny.

Turning away from the console, Zarbon looked out at the Namekian landscape, bathed in the soft glow of the planet's twin suns. The serene beauty of the world stood in stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had unfolded.

He knew he had options. He could seek out Bulma and the other Earthlings, offering them his assistance in their quest for the Dragon Balls, or he could venture into the universe on his own, exploring the vast unknown. It was a decision he needed to make, one that would define the next chapter of his life.

As he pondered his choices, Zarbon's communicator beeped, signaling an incoming message. It was a response from the Ginyu Force. Their holographic image flickered to life, and Captain Ginyu's face appeared on the screen, his usual air of arrogance and confidence on full display.

"Zarbon, what's this about Vegeta betraying Lord Frieza?" Ginyu demanded, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Explain yourself."

Zarbon maintained his composure as he replied, "Captain Ginyu, it's true. Vegeta attacked Lord Frieza and fled Namek. I witnessed it myself. He's become a loose cannon, and I thought it best to report the situation to you immediately."

Ginyu's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged glances with the other members of the Ginyu Force, who were gathered around him. "This is most unusual, Zarbon. We'll need more details. What was the nature of their confrontation?"

Zarbon proceeded to embellish the story, providing a convincing narrative of Vegeta's betrayal. He described their battle and Vegeta's aggressive actions, painting a picture of a rogue Saiyan hell-bent on pursuing his own agenda.

Captain Ginyu's expression grew grimmer as he listened. "Very well, Zarbon. We'll assess the situation and decide on the appropriate course of action. Stay on Namek for now, and be prepared to assist us should we require your support."

Zarbon nodded, his voice steady. "Of course, Captain Ginyu. I'll remain vigilant and await further orders."

As the holographic transmission ended, Zarbon knew that he had successfully maintained the illusion of his loyalty to Frieza. It was a delicate balancing act, but he had played his part well.

With a final glance at the Namekian landscape, Zarbon made his decision. He would stay on Namek for the time being, keeping a watchful eye on the unfolding events. The universe was vast, and he had many choices ahead of him, but for now, he would ensure that the Ginyu Force remained unaware of his true intentions.

As the twin suns of Namek continued to cast their warm light upon the planet, Zarbon's journey into the uncertain future had only just begun.

A/N- I think that is it, the end of this little story, it has potential to go some places, but not really any aim by me to do so at least right now. I have my own problems with it, mostly Zarbon switching sides too easily and getting his personality right, I don't think I made him elegant enough. Still I Hope you enjoyed.