Chapter Seventy-four
Victory is Bittersweet! Reunions at Last!
Back on Earth, several Namekians crowded around the Grand Elder to help him to a seated position. To their surprise, however, the Elder rose to his feet. Although neither could explain why, Kami and Piccolo felt themselves pulled along with the rest of the Namekians to crowd around Guru. To their surprise, Guru turned his head to them and smiled.
"Ah," he sighed happily, "The son of Katas. It is good to know that you lived long and grew strong. He would have been proud." Piccolo and Kami exchanged a confused look when they realized that he was speaking to them as if they were one person. Guru shuddered and staggered forward before he caught himself and clutched a hand to his chest.
"Great Elder," one of the Namekians cried in dismay, "What is the matter?" Despite the clear discomfort he was in, the Elder continued to smile.
"I fear," he wheezed out, "That I am near the end. The Dragon of this world granted me only a temporary return." Almost immediately, the native Namekians were driven to tears, weeping and sniffling. Guru chuckled softly and held up a hand for silence. "Now, now," he whispered in a calming tone, "Do not grieve for me. As I have always taught you, death is not an end. It is simply the next part of a journey. I go to see my brothers, my father, and all the fathers and brothers before." Then he turned his head to the crowd, slowly raising one arm. "Moori, my eldest son; Step forward." Moori dried his eyes with his balled fists and walked toward Guru. Despite the lines of age on his face, he still looked up to Guru with the same innocence and wonder in his eyes that Dende might have. Guru smiled at him and laid a massive hand upon his head. "You must be the Grand Elder now. I pass onto you my powers and my wisdom. From this moment forward, the Dragon Balls shall be tied to you." A strange energy surged down Guru's arm and into Moori in the same way it had when Guru unlocked the Earthlings' potential. Moori stared at his hands in amazement as Guru lifted his hand away from his head and nodded.
"Th-thank you, Guru," he stammered. "Y-you have honored me." He seemed to be on the verge of tears again but clenched his fists to hold them back. "I-I will guide our people and make you proud." Guru smiled and nodded.
"I know you will," he replied. Then he sighed and fell back down to a seated position. "With this last act," he murmured sleepily, "I may return to my rest. Be well, my children." Guru smiled and fell onto his back. The Namekians gathered around his body and knelt with their heads bowed and their hands clasped together. To their surprise, Guru suddenly faded away.
'So he got to keep his body in the Otherworld,' Kami mused to himself. 'Perhaps I shall pay him a visit sometime.' Meanwhile, Suno and Gohan were still waiting nervously to hear of Goku's fate.
"Did Goku make it?" Suno asked fearfully, one of her hands squeezed knuckle-white while Gohan gripped her other hand in one of his.
'I couldn't tell,' Kaiou admitted regretfully in their heads. 'The destruction of Planet Namek masked her ki and I can't sense her anymore. I'm sorry but… I'm afraid it looks like she's gone.' Suno bowed her head and could already feel the tears brimming in her eyes when Gohan pulled on her hand.
"Mother," he reminded her gently, "It's okay. The Namekian Dragon Balls can wish someone back multiple times! We'll use them to wish Krillin and mom back to life." Suno brightened for a moment before they heard Kaiou's voice in their heads again.
'That wouldn't work,' he told them carefully, shutting down their hope in the gentlest tone he could manage. 'If you wished Goku and Krillin back now, their bodies would be restored where they died on Planet Namek.'
"And Namek doesn't exist anymore," Suno murmured. "So they'd just be stuck out in space… and die again. Can't you bring them to your planet?"
'I'm afraid not,' Kaiou admitted sadly, 'Namek is outside of the Northern Quadrant and outside of my jurisdiction. I could try to contact the other Kaious, see if any of them have any new occupants but… that could take some time.' Suno absorbed that information and she and Gohan held each other sadly. Noticing her friends' gloomy nature, Bulma walked over to them.
"Hey," she asked gently, "What's wrong?" Once Suno explained the situation and why Krillin and Goku couldn't be wished back, her face fell and she shared in their grief. "Oh… oh gosh," she muttered. "So there's… nothing we can do." That hit her like a punch in the guy. All their work, all their struggling, and they couldn't bring back their friends. Goku was Bulma's oldest friend and one of the best people she knew but now she was just… gone. Forever this time.
"Oh by the Ten," a gruff voice suddenly called. "Are you all daft?!" The three of them spun around to see Vegeta glaring at them from under a tree he was leaning against. Presumably to both remove himself from the rest of the group and to look as cool as he could manage.
"What the hell's your problem?" Suno snapped. Vegeta scoffed and shook his head.
"It is simplicity itself," he explained smugly. "Use the Namekians' Dragon to wish Kakarot and the bald one's souls back to Earth and then wish them back!" Bulma pondered that for a moment before her face suddenly brightened.
"Hey," she exclaimed cheerfully, "That would work! Thanks, short, hot, and psycho!" Vegeta scoffed again as Bulma ran toward the Namekians. "Moori," she called out in Namekian, "Grand Elder Moori! I have a question!" While she went to find the new Grand Elder, Gohan approached Vegeta with his hand outstretched.
"Thank you, Vegeta," he said sincerely. Vegeta sneered and smacked Gohan's hand away.
"Don't make any assumptions about friendship, boy," he spat. "I simply want to see a Super Saiyan with my own eyes." Then he strode away irritably. He had, at least, stopped calling Gohan "abomination."
"Our year," Moori explained to Bulma once he had gotten over the shock of a non-Namekian speaking the same language as he, "Is one hundred and thirty of your days." Bulma beamed at that.
"Fantastic," she exclaimed. "Then we will not have to wait so long for our friends to return!" Moori smiled at Bulma and nodded.
"I would ask a favor of you in return" he added, "Though you and your friends have done so much for our people. Would you find us a place to live while we seek out a new planet?" Bulma nodded eagerly.
"Of course," she assured him. "The Capsule Corp building is quite large. You are more than welcome to stay here as long as you need!" Then she smirked at Vegeta as he walked past her. "That goes for you, too," she added in English. "You can stay as looong as you like." He looked over a shoulder at Bulma and she grinned before throwing him a wink. He rolled his eyes and gave a condescending smirk.
"Just keep your mongrel hands to yourself, vulgar woman." Bulma's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"MONGREL?!" she spat with her face turning red and the veins in her temple twitching. "I'll have you know I'm worth fifty billion zeni!" Vegeta chuckled and arched an eyebrow.
"Impressive," he said sardonically. "Are you royalty?"
"I-I mean… no," Bulma sputtered out. "N-not technically but…"
"Like I said," Vegeta muttered as he hopped into the air, "Mongrel." Bulma growled and pulled off one of her shoes to throw it at Vegeta but Suno was at her side in an instant.
"Bulma," she reminded the other woman as she put a hand on her shoulder, "He can literally blow up the planet by punching it really hard. Let it go." Bulma sighed and dropped her arm but still kept the shoe in her hand. Meanwhile, Dr. Brief was speaking with Moori and some of the other Namekians.
"So," Brief began while the Namekians stared in equal confusion at Scratch and the cigarette dangling from his lips, "I understand you fellows will be staying here for some time." One of the younger Namekians tried to reach up and touch the doctor's mustache but his elder smacked his hand down. "I was wondering," Dr. Brief continued, "If you boys wouldn't mind me running some tests on you. Nothing invasive, of course, but–" Bulma's shoe clonked Dr. Brief in the back of the head.
"Daddy," she snapped, "You will not do any experiments on the Namekians! They're our guests!" It was hard to tell who was more surprised by her actions: Suno, Dr. Brief, Moori, or Bulma herself.
Vegeta captured a pocket of atmosphere in his aura and rocketed off into space, heading straight for the sun. It took him quite a few minutes to reach his destination. Time he used to think. Freeza was finally dead, though not defeated by his hand. He was the last Saiyan male outside of his brother. Theirs was the last Saiyan bloodline. Within a handful of generations, as he had told Nappa, their race would be all but extinct. He would be the last King. A King of ashes.
Still, he reminded himself, Freeza was dead. With the Ginyu Force, Zarbon, and Dodoria dead, the Planet Trade Organization's strength would be crippled. He was finally free. He looked down at his armor and scowled at it. These were never his people's clothes. This armor was given to them by the PTO. A symbol of their servitude. Of their slavery. He pulled off his chestpiece, bodysuit, and boots and flung them into the sun as hard as he could. He stood naked for a moment in the light of the sun and smiled as he watched the armor burn to cinders and ash.
'Never again,' he swore to himself, 'Shall I wear chains.' Then he turned to the Earth and flew back down towards it. He would need new clothes.
And money.
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"Good morning, everyone!" Suno greeted the class cheerfully as she and Gohan entered the room. The students clapped and cheered, having missed their favorite teacher for the past year plus. "Well it's nice to see all of you, too!" she replied happily. Even though she had been away from work for a while, Suno decided that the best thing to do was to hit the ground running and get right back to it. Among other things, it helped to keep her from drifting off and thinking about how much she missed Goku. "Now," she continued, "As I understand it, you guys just started on astronomy and stars and planets, right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Son!" Came the unanimous reply.
"Excellent," Suno replied. "Then I've got a special surprise for you all! Gohan, could you get the door?" Gohan nodded eagerly and scooted his chair back from the desk he was sitting at, and weaved his way through the girls who had moved their desks to be near his and made for the door. Gohan opened the door with a big grin on his face and the children all turned to see.
"Look out," a birdboy cried in terror. "It's a little Piccolo!" The others screamed in fear as Dende stood awkwardly in the doorway and had to cover his ears.
"Kids, kids," Suno called over the panicked din, "It's okay! He's not Piccolo!" Suno gave a kiai-enhanced snap of her fingers to silence everyone and scoot their desks back an inch or two. "He's a friend of Gohan's and mine and he's our guest. I'd like you all to be on your best behavior, okay?" The children nodded as Gohan guided Dende to the front of the class to stand beside Suno before he made his way back to his desk. "Now then," Suno said as she turned to Dende, "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Dende nodded and turned to the class.
"Hello," he began, "My name is Dende. I come from the planet Namek."
"Hello, Dende!"
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Back at Capsule Corp, Dr. Brief and Panchy were ingratiating the Namekians to Earth culture as only they knew how.
"So it seems you fellows don't have a way to pass the time on your planet," Brief observed as he shuffled a deck of cards. "I won't be having any of that." He started passing the cards around a table where he, Moori, and five other Namekians sat on the Capsule Corp lawn. "I'm gonna start you off easy," he explained, "With a simple game of poker."
"What are these discs?" One of the Namekians asked as he held up a blue poker chip and eyed it curiously.
"The blue chips are worth two hundred and fifty zeni," he explained, "The red are worth a thousand and the black are worth five thousand."
"This is your currency?" the Namekian asked.
"Well not exact–"
"And what is this strange water?" Moori asked as he eyeballed his drink suspiciously.
"That's a Rhubarb Collins," Dr. Brief replied as he finished passing out cards.
"Why is it pink?" The doctor groaned and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be harder than he thought. He took some comfort in knowing that if he was having this much trouble, Panchy would be completely lost.
Speaking of Panchy, she had been… more than a little disappointed to discover that Namekians lacked any genitalia. Now she had them seated around a table in the sunroom with glasses of sweet tea and was teaching them a card game of her own.
"You put down a card," she began, "And the next person has to match the color or number of the card under it. The winner is whoever runs out of cards first!"
"Which number is this?" one of the strapping and muscular young Namekians asked as he held up a blue card with two arrows pointed in opposite directions.
"That's not a number, sweetheart," she explained sweetly, "It's a Reverse. When you play that, the turn order switches back and the person who played before you goes again."
"I see…" he muttered before sipping his iced tea. Panchy smiled as they began playing. Oh, this was such fun!
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Other Namekians were not having as much fun, namely the Warrior Namekians. After asking Suno who was the greatest fighter on their planet, she had sent them to Muten Roshi and they had asked him for training. To their dismay, training meant that flying was banned and they had to run laps around a large island while wearing specially-enchanted turtle shells that weighed in excess of one thousand pounds.
"You call yourselves warriors?!" Roshi asked as he chased after them on his flying carpet. "Let's have a thousand more laps around the island, c'mon!" He swung his cane at the panting, sweating, heaving Namekians and came within inches of cracking one in the head. "Double time, you buncha nancy boys!" The Warrior Namekians would find out, to their despair, that this was nothing compared to the training Piccolo had in store for them.
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Four months passed and, while Dr. Brief was teaching Moori and a few of the older Namekians how to play golf, Dende summoned Porunga.
"Takkaraputo Popporunga Pupirittopara!" Bulma, Puar, Roshi, Kami, Piccolo and Chi-Chi stared up in amazement at the massive pillar of fire that transformed into Porunga.
"That," Puar muttered, "Is a serious dragon."
"You who have gathered the seven Dragon Balls," Porunga spoke in Namekian, though only Bulma, Dende, Piccolo, and Kami could understand, "Speak your wish so that I may grant it!"
"Oh Great Porunga," Dende called up, "I wish for you to bring the souls of the beings known as Krillin and Son Goku to Earth!" Porunga's eyes flashed for a moment before it paused.
"I cannot bring Son Goku's soul to this planet," Porunga informed them, "For it is still within her body." Dende relayed the message to those who couldn't speak Namekian and Suno practically squealed with excitement.
"That means Goku's still alive!" she exclaimed happily. She picked Gohan up under his armpits and they laughed as she spun him around in excitement. "Dende," Suno asked once she'd set Gohan down and settled down, "Can you ask Porunga to bring Goku to Earth?" Dende nodded and turned back to Porunga.
"Oh Great Porunga," he cried, "I wish for you to bring Son Goku to Earth!" Porunga nodded and they waited for several moments for Porunga's eyes to flash.
"...Well?" Bulma asked irritably.
"It is beyond my power," the Dragon explained, "For Son Goku does not wish to return." Bulma explained what Porunga had said with clear perplexment in her voice and Suno and Gohan were dumbstruck. Goku… didn't want to come home?
"However," Porunga went on, "She wishes to pass on a message." Bulma translated and Suno nodded eagerly and Porunga's mouth hung open. They were all amazed when Goku's voice started coming out of Porunga's mouth.
"Hey guys!" Goku greeted cheerily, her voice booming at a volume none of them ever imagined Goku speaking at. "Don't worry, I'm okay! I'm… in space… somewhere." That made them laugh. That was definitely Goku. "I'm coming home, I promise! I just… I can't come home right now. This power I have as a Super Saiyan is dangerous. I couldn't live with myself if the day came when I'd have to use it again and I couldn't control myself and hurt someone. So I have to stay away until I can control it. But I promise, I will come home. I'll see you all soon!" Then she added, "Suno, Gohan? I love you." Then Porunga's mouth closed and Gohan and Suno sniffed and dried their eyes.
"That's my Goku," Suno sighed wistfully. From the roof of the Capsule Corp building, Vegeta watched in a black leather jacket, blue shirt, black trousers and boots, and scoffed. How could someone so damnably soft be the Super Saiyan?
"Should I still wish Krillin back?" Dende asked. Suno nodded and Dende turned to Porunga and made the wish. Porunga's eyes flashed and a few seconds later, Krillin popped up on the lawn in front of him and fell onto his face. They all laughed as Krillin immediately hopped to his feet in a fighting stance.
"Wait…" he muttered as he dropped his guard and scratched the back of his unusually hairy head. "I thought… but I was…" Then he threw back his head and gave a whoop of laughter. "Haha! I'm alive! Woohoo!" Then he pointed a finger defiantly toward the sky with a blistering white smile. "You struck out again, Death! You can't keep the Bald Tiger down!"
"So," Suno asked once everyone had settled down, "Who do we use the last wish for?"
"A-HEM!" Chi-Chi coughed angrily, stomping a foot to shake the ground under their feet and get their attention. When they looked at her, she irritably gestured to her swollen stomach.
"Oh right!" Suno exclaimed in shock, smacking herself in the head.
'You guys forgetting someone?!' Came Yamcha's angry voice in their heads.
"Sorry, sorry!" Suno muttered hurriedly before turning to Dende. "Please wish for our friend Yamcha to come back to life!" Kami had already teleported to the afterlife to go and fetch him while Dende made the wish. He returned a few minutes later with the former bandit who immediately ran past everyone and into Chi-Chi's embrace with the biggest smile imaginable plastered across his face. They kissed passionately and joyously, Chi-Chi giggling as Yamcha's full beard tickled her face. Once they separated, Yamcha finally looked down and noticed Chi-Chi's stomach.
"O-oh my gosh," he stammered out, trembling either from excitement, joy, or sheer terror, "Y-you're… we're… I'm gonna be a…" Chi-Chi smiled and nodded enthusiastically, blinking back tears.
"Which is it," he asked, "A boy or a girl? Do you know?"
Chi-Chi smiled. "Mmhmm!" she told him and nodded again.
"So which is it?"
"Mmhmm!" Yamcha blinked in confusion before Chi-Chi held up two fingers.
"You mean you're… y-you're…" Yamcha started to fall backward before Suno, Bulma, and Krillin rushed to catch him. He immediately recovered and threw himself into Chi-Chi's arms again, laughing his head off.
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Suno turned on the television one afternoon when she and Gohan got back from school and was surprised to find Krillin on the screen, standing in a grassy field and wearing a T-shirt and jeans with a freshly shaven and waxed head. He was holding a football in one hand which he threw offscreen before speaking.
"Hi there," he said amicably, "I'm Krillin, though some of you might know me better by my nickname, 'The Bald Tiger'." Krillin started walking through the field with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. "I've known MP Giran for a long time. He's a man of character and honest values. He believes in the same things you and I do and loves the same things about our kingdom that we do. During his years in parliament, he's pushed for big reforms in our economy, our energy plans, and our impact on the environment. And I know that, if elected King, he'll work even harder to make the changes needed for a Kingdom that our children will one day be thankful to inherit. So when you cast your vote next Friday, pull that lever for Giran. I know he's got my vote." Krillin stopped in front of a stump and put one foot up on it and held out his arm for an eagle to land on.
"My name is Giran and I approve this message."
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Everyone was sitting on the lawn of the Capsule Corp compound and enjoying the nice, cloud-free starry night. That in and of itself was a treat for the Namekians but Dr. Brief had set up a large projector screen and was showing the people of Namek some classic Earth cinema.
"He told me enough," the blonde-haired young protagonist seethed between clenched teeth. He was battered and bruised, with the stump of one hand shoved into his other armpit. "he told me you killed him!"
"Why doesn't he grow his hand back?" Dende whispered.
"Humans don't regrow our limbs," Gohan whispered back.
"No," growled the menacing antagonist in his deep voice and black armor, "I am your father." Three hundred voices gasped as one.
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Bulma tugged at the hips of her dress slightly to keep it from creasing and sat her hands nervously on the desk in front of her. It was the first time she'd been to visit the King since her father had brought her along back when she was a little girl. And back then, the King had been a dog. It was probably, she realized, a bad day to try that big new "floofy" hairstyle she'd been thinking about. Oh, well. She still pulled it off.
"Ms. Bulma," King Giran began, "As I understand it, before this administration, you were named Capsule Corp's royal liaison in matters of the Supernatural and Extraterrestrial, is that right?"
"Yes, your majesty," Bulma replied with a nod that made her big triangle earrings jangle. Maybe those weren't the best choice, either.
"Well then," Giran said, "Seems you've got quite a bit t'talk about, haven't you?" Bulma nodded again, smiling slightly.
"I certainly do, your majesty," she agreed. "I'm… really not sure where to begin."
"Perhaps," one of Giran's advisors, a dolphin-man in a double-breasted green suit, put in, "You can begin with the aliens who blew up East City."
"Oh, right," Bulma muttered. She took a moment to look down at her hands and gathered her thoughts. "So," she began, "There was this guy called Raditz…" She told them everything, from the Dragon Balls to Piccolo really being an alien to Freeza. Well, she left out the stuff about God being an alien. And she eventually got them to agree that it was for the best if the Dragon Balls' powers and the existence of Dragon Radar technology was kept well out of public knowledge. She also refused to divulge her own knowledge of the Dragon Radar. That stuff was probably best-kept unused except for extreme situations. She also told them that Goku was the same species of alien as Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz, and they all agreed that it was best if the rest of the world didn't know that either. Goku was something of a hero, after all.
"And you're certain that this Freeza won't attack Earth?" Girran asked. Bulma gave a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Nah," she assured them, "He's dead." After all, a planet blew up on him, right?
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Four more months had passed and Porunga was used to wish Tenshinhan, Launch, and Chaozu back to life. When they arrived, everyone was surprised to see that Launch's green hair nearly reached her ankles and Chaozu had grown a thick pair of mutton chops.
Tenshinhan had the same amount of hair as usual: none.
Everyone was there except for Chi-Chi and Yamcha, who were at home with their newborn children, a girl named Shouronpo and a boy named Ocha. They were a beautiful pair of big, young, healthy babies that were born with thick heads of black hair. Puar was working double time as a caretaker and entertainer. Ocha had already tried to grab Puar's brightly colored tongue on several occasions.
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The Crane trio moved back to their cabin and were surprised by how good of a job Puar had done in maintaining it while they were gone. The house was dusted and the fridge was clean and he had even mowed the lawn a couple of times. Of course, a clean fridge also meant an empty fridge, so it wasn't too long after they returned that Chaozu had to go grocery shopping. That was when Launch found Tenshinhan lying on the couch in a rare moment of relaxation, reading a magazine.
"King Crimson makes no goddamn sense–" Ten muttered to himself before Launch plucked the magazine from his hands and set it on the coffee table. "Hey!" he protested, which was quickly followed by an "Oof!" as Launch sat on his washboard abs. "Can I help you?" Launch smiled down at him, running her hand up and down his arm.
"We've been through a lot together, haven't we?" Launch asked in an affectionate tone, her hand moving up to stroke his face. "You helped me when I thought I was lost, Ten. You… you took the broken pieces and you helped put them together. I… I love you, Tenshinhan." She blushed slightly, never having said it out loud.
"I love you too, Launch," Ten replied, smiling up at her and blushing for the same reason. Launch's hands moved down toward Ten's waist and he felt a flutter in his stomach.
"Soooo," she purred before one hand rested on his knee and the other moved to his ankle, "You gonna marry me or am I gonna have to break your fucking leg?" Ten broke out in a cold sweat and his face turned a similar pallor to Chaozu's.
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Four more months passed and Earth's Dragon Balls were finally usable again. Kaiou had found a planet with living conditions nearly identical to Planet Namek's and had passed the information along to Bulma, who had written it down for Puar.
"I guess this is goodbye," Dende said to Bulma, Suno, Krillin, Piccolo, and Gohan before hugging each of them in turn. "I'm very glad to have met all of you!"
"Hey, never say never," Suno teased playfully. "Who knows what might happen?" Kami was speaking with Moori and the two elders shook hands.
"It was quite enjoyable," Kami said, "To meet more of my own kind. Farewell, brother."
"And I," Moori added, "Was happy to have met another Grand Elder. I shall heed your words, my friend." Then Moori turned to Puar. "We're ready." Puar nodded excitedly and looked down at the Dragon Balls. With all the action Porunga had gotten, he'd kind of gotten a little jealous that he had to wait so long to summon Shenron.
"Eternal Dragon Shenron," Puar cried, "I summon you!" The Namekians gathered and gaped in awe as the sky blackened and lighting flashed and Shenron appeared. They had never seen any other Dragon but Porunga.
"You who have gathered the Seven Dragon Balls," Shenron boomed, "Speak your wish and I shall grant it."
"Please send the Namekians, except for Kami and Piccolo, to the planet with the coordinates…" Puar frowned down at the numbers and really didn't want to mess this up. So he just floated up to Shenron's face and held it in front of one of its eyes. "You can read this, right?"
Shenron sighed. "It is a simple matter." Then its eyes flashed red and the Namekians suddenly vanished from sight. "Farewell." They watched as the Dragon Balls flew off again. A full year, Suno realized, and no sign of Goku.
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A year had passed since the Namekians had been wished to their new planet. High above Earth's atmosphere, however, an oval ship hovered as a new extraterrestrial prepared to make Earth it's home.
"It's a dreadful little place, isn't it?" asked the goliath of a monarch that was King Cold. His obsidian horns glinted in the ship's artificial light and his velvet cape was draped over the massive throne he sat upon. "Is this the planet you're so terribly interested in, my special one?" he asked the being who came up to his knee. "We could destroy it now."
"No," Freeza growled, his mechanical tail swishing and his fist whirring as he clenched it. His artificial third heart beat steadily in his chest and his robotic toes clicked slightly as he curled and uncurled them in anticipation. "I want Son Goku to see the new me. Then I'm going to destroy everything she loves. Only then, in her last pitiful moments, will I end her life." He smiled wickedly down at Earth. "And she will know the price of defiance."