Once Cado and his father arrived on Frieza Planet 79, the medical team rushed to their aid. They were both placed in healing pods, their battered and broken bodies suspended in the rejuvenating liquid. Cado, having sustained far fewer injuries than Vegeta during their time on Earth, finished his healing process much quicker. The pod's door slid open with a hiss, and Cado stepped out, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders. The healing process had worked wonders; he could feel his strength returning and even improving.

After drying off, Cado headed to his quarters. The room was stark and utilitarian, as all things were under Frieza's rule. He stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the grime and residue from the battle and healing pod. Once clean, he dried off and donned his Saiyan armor, the polished plates gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He adjusted the fit, ensuring it was snug but flexible enough for combat.

With little hesitation, Cado made his way to the training facility. The room was expansive, filled with various training equipment and reinforced walls designed to withstand even the most intense Saiyan exercises. He began with simple exercises to warm up: push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups, all performed with precise form. Then, he transitioned into more intense shadow boxing. His punches and kicks cut through the air with sharp precision, his movements a reflection of the drills his mother had taught him.

As Cado trained, he could feel the difference in his body. He wasn't just back to where he was before the Earth mission—he was stronger. The battles, the healing process, and the experience had pushed him to a new level. Each strike he threw felt sharper, more focused. He smirked slightly to himself, satisfied with his progress.

The doors to the training facility slid open, and Cui strolled in, his ever-present smirk plastered across his face. His purple skin glistened under the lights, and his tone was as mocking as ever. "Well, well, if it isn't the little prince and his runt of a son," Cui sneered. "I heard all about your humiliating loss on Earth. What a joke! You Saiyans really are pathetic."

Cado didn't respond, his expression remaining as calm and nonchalant as ever. He continued his drills, throwing a series of punches and kicks at an imaginary opponent, his movements smooth and methodical.

Cui's smile faltered slightly at the lack of reaction. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "Oh, come on, boy. Don't tell me you're sulking because you got your tail handed to you by a bunch of Earthlings. And your father—beaten by a low-class Saiyan? How embarrassing!"

Still, Cado ignored him, his focus unwavering as he transitioned into a new set of drills. The silence from the young Saiyan only served to irritate Cui further.

"Are you deaf, brat?!" Cui snapped, stepping closer. "I'm talking to you!"

Cado didn't even glance at him. Instead, he shifted into a defensive stance, mimicking the movements of a counterattack drill. Cui's face twisted in anger. "Fine, you little runt. If you won't listen, maybe I'll make you!"

With that, Cui lunged at Cado, his hand glowing with energy as he swung it down. But Cado was faster. He sidestepped the attack with ease, spinning around and delivering a swift kick to Cui's face. The force of the blow sent Cui staggering back, clutching his jaw in shock and rage.

"You little—!" Cui snarled, charging at Cado again.

The two engaged in a flurry of hand-to-hand combat, their movements a blur as they exchanged blows. Despite Cui's larger size and experience, Cado held his ground. His movements were sharp and precise, each strike aimed with purpose. As the fight went on, it became clear that Cado was gaining the upper hand.

Cui swung wildly, his punches becoming more desperate, but Cado ducked and weaved around them effortlessly. With a quick step forward, Cado landed a powerful uppercut to Cui's chin, sending the older soldier stumbling back once again.

Cado's calm demeanor never wavered. He kept his breathing steady, his eyes focused, and his stance firm. Inside, he couldn't help but feel a small surge of satisfaction. The training he had endured, the lessons his mother had instilled in him, and the battle on Earth—all of it had prepared him for this.

Cui, now furious, growled through gritted teeth. "You'll pay for that, you little brat!" he hissed, charging up energy in his palms.

Cado simply smirked, standing ready for whatever came next.

Cui snarled as the sting of Cado's strikes lingered on his face and body. "Enough of this!" he growled, his temper boiling over. He thrust his palm forward, firing a rapid ki blast at Cado, but the young Saiyan anticipated it. With a quick burst of movement, Cado evaded the blast, leaping into the air and retaliating with a flurry of strikes.

Cado's fists and feet came fast and hard, each blow precise, forcing Cui to backpedal. Another exchange of punches and kicks ensued, the sound of their combat echoing through the training facility. Cado's focus and discipline were apparent, and for a moment, it seemed like he was outmatching Cui despite the latter's higher power level.

Frustration mounted in Cui as he struggled to land a clean hit. "You think you're clever, don't you, boy?" he sneered. "Fine! Let's see how clever you are when I go all out!"

Cui's body suddenly flared with energy, his purple aura blazing as he powered up. The sheer force of it caused the ground beneath him to crack, and Cado skidded back slightly, shielding his face from the sudden burst of energy.

Now bolstered by his full power, Cui launched himself at Cado with renewed ferocity. His strikes were heavier, faster, and relentless, overwhelming the young Saiyan. Cado tried to counter, but the sheer force of Cui's attacks began to wear him down. Blow after blow landed, each one sending Cado reeling.

Cui grinned maliciously, relishing the turn of the tide. "What's the matter, boy? You were looking so confident a moment ago!" he taunted, landing a brutal punch to Cado's stomach that caused him to double over.

Then Cui smirked, his tone shifting to mockery. "Oh, hey, Lord Frieza!" he shouted, his eyes darting behind Cado.

Instinctively, Cado turned his head, his attention drawn to where Cui was looking. But there was no one there. Realizing too late that he had been tricked, Cado whipped back around, just in time to see Cui's hand outstretched.

"Gotcha!" Cui yelled, unleashing a powerful blast of energy directly at Cado. The attack struck the young Saiyan head-on, sending him flying backward. His body hit the ground hard, skidding across the floor before coming to a halt. Smoke rose from his armor, and his breathing was shallow—he was completely unconscious.

Cui walked over, standing above Cado with a smug grin. "Tsk, tsk. You Saiyans are all the same. Full of pride but not enough power to back it up," he mocked, shaking his head. "Don't worry, kid. Lord Frieza has plans for you. You're lucky he does, or I'd finish you off right here and now."

Cui gestured to the medical staff, who cautiously approached and carried Cado's unconscious body away. "Get him patched up," Cui ordered, his voice cold. As they left, Cui's gaze lingered on the door.

He turned to one of the nearby doctors, his smirk returning. "When Vegeta wakes up, make sure he knows to meet me here in the training facility. I think it's time someone put him in his place, too," he said with a sneer, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall, waiting for the next round of humiliation he could deliver.

Cado sat in silence, his arms resting on his knees as he stared at the ground in the medical bay. His mind replayed the encounter with Cui over and over. He had been so easily tricked—his mother would've been disappointed in how carelessly he let his guard down. But even as he thought about it, there was no anger, no frustration. Just... nothing. A hollow acknowledgment of the failure and the faint hum of apathy in its wake.

The sound of boots on the floor pulled him from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw his father striding through the corridor, his armor freshly cleaned and his posture as sharp as ever. Vegeta glanced at Cado and jerked his head, a silent command to follow.

Cado stood without a word, falling in step behind Vegeta. A doctor hurried after them, clutching a scouter in his hands. "Prince Vegeta! You forgot your scouter! Surely, you'll need it, especially if—"

"I don't need it," Vegeta interrupted, his tone curt as his pace quickened.

"But, Lord Vegeta," the doctor pressed, trying to keep up, "without a scouter, how will you—"

Before the doctor could finish, Cui rounded the corner, his grin as infuriating as ever. "Well, well! If it isn't the prince and his little shadow. Feeling better after that beating, brat?" Cui sneered, his gaze shifting from Vegeta to Cado.

Cado said nothing, his expression remaining indifferent as Vegeta continued walking. The prince didn't even acknowledge Cui's presence until the next words left the larger soldier's mouth.

"Guess you two don't care that Lord Frieza's already on Namek," Cui said casually, inspecting his nails. "He's gathering those so-called Dragon Balls as we speak. Thought you might want to know, seeing as he doesn't seem to need your help."

Vegeta froze mid-step. His head slowly turned, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto Cui. For a moment, there was silence, the tension thick in the air.

"Namek?" Vegeta finally said, his voice low but laced with interest.

"That's right," Cui said, smirking at finally catching Vegeta's attention. "He's going to become immortal. I figured you'd be groveling to him for scraps, but hey, maybe I overestimated you."

Vegeta didn't respond. Instead, he turned abruptly, striding toward the launch bay. The doctor, still holding the scouter, hesitated, unsure of what to do.

As Vegeta passed him, he snatched the scouter out of the doctor's hands without breaking stride. "I'll be taking that," Vegeta muttered before looking back at Cado. "We're going to Namek."

Cado nodded wordlessly and followed as Vegeta moved with purpose, the corridors blurring past them. Behind them, Cui blinked, his smirk faltering as he realized Vegeta wasn't going to engage him.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?!" Cui barked, stomping after them. But Vegeta was already entering his pod, with Cado not far behind.

Cui gritted his teeth as he watched their pods begin to power up for launch. "Fine! If you're going to Namek, then so am I," he muttered, storming off toward his own ship. "Let's see how far you two get."

Inside his pod, Cado leaned back in his seat as the hatch closed. The hum of the engines filled the chamber, and he let out a quiet sigh. His thoughts wandered back to what Cui had said about Namek and the Dragon Balls. Immortality...

As the pod shot into the void of space, Cado glanced at his father's pod visible in the distance. Whatever awaited them on Namek, one thing was clear—this was going to change everything.

As the two pods landed on the vibrant green surface of Planet Namek, their engines hissed as they powered down. The doors opened with a sharp hydraulic whine, and Vegeta stepped out first, his boots crunching against the rocky terrain. The air was fresh but tinged with a faint metallic scent, and the twin suns cast a surreal glow across the horizon.

Cado followed suit, stepping out of his pod. He stretched his limbs slightly, shaking off the stiffness from the trip. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the landscape, taking in the towering trees and calm waters that dotted the area.

"So, boy," Vegeta began, his voice cutting through the silence, "on Earth, you must have noticed how those weaklings were able to manipulate their battle power. I know you had your scouter on at the time."

Cado nodded. "I did. They were able to raise and suppress it at will. It's how they avoided detection for so long."

Vegeta smirked, turning to face his son. "And what about you? Can you do it?"

Cado hesitated for a moment before nodding again. "I've been practicing since we left Earth. I can suppress my power to some extent... but I'm not as skilled as the Earthlings were."

"Hmph. At least you're not completely useless," Vegeta said, his tone laced with both approval and condescension.

Suddenly, a distant roar echoed through the sky, growing louder by the second. Both Vegeta and Cado turned their heads to see a pod streaking across the atmosphere, a trail of smoke and fire in its wake. The pod crashed a short distance away, sending up a plume of dust and debris.

Vegeta's smirk widened into a full grin as he crossed his arms. "Well, well... looks like Cui decided to follow us. Perfect timing."

He turned to Cado, his eyes narrowing. "That coward dared to attack you when you were unprepared. Now's your chance to redeem yourself, boy. This time, you will fight him head-on, and you will end his miserable existence."

Cado glanced at the distant crash site, his expression remaining calm and indifferent. He gave a slight nod to his father. "Understood."

Vegeta let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with malice. "Good. I want you to show him the strength of the Saiyan bloodline. No mercy, no hesitation. Make him suffer."

Cado didn't respond, but internally, he steeled himself for the battle ahead. As he watched the dust settle around Cui's crash site, he thought back to their last encounter and the cheap trick that had caught him off guard. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake.

Vegeta floated into the air, hovering just high enough to observe the battlefield. "I'll be watching, boy. Don't disappoint me."

Cado clenched his fists, his aura flaring faintly around him as he prepared to face Cui. The ground beneath him cracked slightly as his power surged. He began walking toward the crash site, his expression unchanging but his resolve clear.

This time, it would be different. This time, Cui would fall.

Cui's pod hissed and groaned as the hatch opened, revealing the pompous alien stepping out with an air of arrogance. His purple-skinned face twisted into a sneer as he spotted Vegeta and Cado waiting for him. Cui laughed mockingly, his voice echoing across the Namekian landscape.

"Vegeta, you really are pathetic, aren't you? Hiding behind your little brat now?" Cui spat, his arms crossed as he strutted forward. "What's the matter? Too scared to face me yourself after that humiliation on Earth? Or maybe you know this kid doesn't stand a chance either, considering I just wiped the floor with him last time!"

Vegeta smirked, his arms crossed as his tail flicked lazily behind him. He let out a low chuckle before addressing Cui. "Oh, Cui, you really are as dimwitted as you look. Do you honestly think using underhanded tactics to beat a child is something to brag about?"

Cui's expression faltered slightly, but Vegeta wasn't done. His voice took on a sharper, mocking tone. "And let's not forget the golden rule of dealing with Saiyans, you incompetent fool. You had your chance to kill him, and you wasted it. A Saiyan only grows stronger after recovering from a fight. Or did you conveniently forget that little detail in your desperation to feel superior?"

Cui's sneer twisted into a scowl as his gaze shifted to Cado, who stood silently, his expression calm and unreadable. "Tch! Big words, Vegeta. But let's not forget—this brat couldn't even land a hit on me last time. What makes you think things will be any different now?"

Vegeta simply laughed again, his tone dripping with disdain. "Oh, you're about to find out, Cui. But don't worry—I'll let Cado show you just how much stronger a true Saiyan becomes after a proper recovery."

At that moment, Cado's aura flared to life, a fiery surge of energy rippling around him. The ground beneath his feet cracked and crumbled as his power began to rise, the intensity of his energy sending shockwaves through the air. Cui's smirk disappeared, replaced by wide-eyed shock as his scouter began to beep erratically, struggling to keep up with the boy's rising power level.

Cui staggered back, his voice trembling as he shouted, "What the—?! 21,000?! Impossible! My battle power is 18,000! We were equals, Vegeta! How is this even possible?!"

Vegeta chuckled darkly, his tone filled with cruel amusement. "That's the difference between you and me, Cui. I've fought on the front lines, survived battles that would have killed lesser warriors. I am a Saiyan—a true warrior. But you? You've spent your life groveling at Frieza's feet, hiding in his shadow. You were never my equal."

Before Cui could process Vegeta's words, Cado suddenly vanished from his sight, moving at a speed that shocked the alien to his core. "Where—?!" Cui stammered, but before he could finish, Cado appeared in front of him, a blur of movement too fast to follow.

With a speed and ferocity Cui hadn't anticipated, Cado drove a knee into Cui's gut, forcing the air out of him in a wheeze. The alien's eyes bulged in pain and disbelief as Cado followed up with a devastating elbow to the side of his face, sending him careening across the ground.

Vegeta watched from his vantage point, arms still crossed, a dark smile spreading across his face. "This is what happens when you underestimate a Saiyan, Cui. Now suffer."

Cado wasted no time as he began his relentless pursuit of Cui, vanishing and reappearing closer and closer to the alien with each flicker of movement. Cui, panicked but desperate to regain control, planted his feet and tried to steady himself. Seeing what he thought was an opening, he pulled back for an overhand right, aiming to catch the Saiyan boy mid-approach.

But as Cado materialized in front of him, Cui's move proved far too telegraphed. The young Saiyan effortlessly slipped past the sluggish punch with fluid precision, his focus sharp. Without missing a beat, Cado drove a devastating body blow into Cui's midsection. The sheer force of the strike caused Cui to double over in agony, his mouth agape as he gasped for air.

Cado reset his stance, lightly bouncing in midair, his movements brimming with confidence and control. Then he settled into a loose but focused posture, his gaze locked on Cui like a predator sizing up its prey. Without hesitation, he launched a vicious combo, his strikes landing with brutal efficiency.

The first was a sharp kick to Cui's side, the impact reverberating through the air. A follow-up flurry of crushing punches rained down, each one aimed to break Cui's defense further. As the alien stumbled back, trying to recover, Cado spun into a bone-rattling body kick that left Cui reeling.

Cado ended the onslaught with an axe kick, his leg slicing downward with terrifying speed and force. The strike connected squarely on Cui's shoulder, sending the alien crashing into the ground below. The impact was so powerful it caused rubble and debris to explode into the air, a thick cloud of dust shrouding the battlefield.

As the dust began to settle, the scene became clear: Cui was on his knees, his body trembling as he clutched his stomach, desperately gasping for air. His confidence had been thoroughly shattered, his earlier bravado reduced to nothing but fear and humiliation.

From his vantage point, Vegeta watched with a sinister grin, his voice dripping with mockery. "Pathetic, Cui. Is that all you've got? And you dared to challenge me on Earth?"

Cado, methodical and calm, began to walk toward Cui, his steps deliberate and unhurried. The young Saiyan's aura flickered around him like a flame, his eyes cold and focused. With each step, the gap between him and the defeated alien closed, and Cui's panic grew more evident.

Vegeta chuckled darkly, his arms still crossed as he observed the spectacle. "End this farce, Cado. Show him the true power of a Saiyan warrior."

Cado extended his arm forward, his palm open as he began to gather energy. The air around him grew heavy, his aura flaring wildly as the familiar, vivid red orb began to form in his hand. The Nitro Sphere pulsated with raw power, arcs of red lightning dancing around it like serpents. The crackling sound of energy intensified, a rhythmic hum of destruction filling the air.

Vegeta stood back, arms crossed and smirking. "Show him, Cado. Make him regret every moment of his miserable existence."

As Cado charged the attack, the ground beneath him trembled, small rocks and debris lifting into the air, drawn by the sheer magnitude of his power. His aura flared brighter, and the sphere in his hand expanded, its glow casting an ominous red hue across the battlefield. Sparks began to scatter from the orb, leaving faint trails of crimson energy as they dissipated into the air.

"You've lost, Cui," Cado said, his voice calm yet laced with finality. "This is your end."

Cui's eyes widened in terror as he stumbled backward, his body trembling as he tried to muster a defense. "N-No! Stay away!"

With a thunderous roar, Cado thrust his arm forward and released the Nitro Sphere. The red orb tore through the air, leaving behind a blazing trail of red sparks. The crackling sound of the lightning intensified, the sphere's speed seemingly distorting the very air around it.

The moment it struck its target, the battlefield was consumed in a blinding flash of red light, forcing even Vegeta to shield his eyes momentarily. Then came the explosion—a deafening boom that reverberated across the landscape. The force of the detonation sent shockwaves rippling outward, kicking up dust and debris in a massive radius.

As the light faded, the ground where the attack landed was left scorched and cratered. Ripples of red energy waves pulsed outward, distorting the air and leaving trails of red electricity crackling across the ground. The arcs of lightning danced briefly before fading, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Cado stood tall, his aura still flickering faintly as he watched the aftermath. Smoke and dust lingered, obscuring his view of Cui. Slowly, the outline of the defeated alien emerged, his body battered, burned, and trembling. Cui's scouter had long since shattered, his armor cracked and charred.

The scene shifts to a small Namekian village nestled in a quiet valley, its simple structures casting long shadows under the twin suns of Namek. The calm of the village was shattered as Zarbon, Dodoria, and their Frieza Force minions ransacked the area, looting houses and digging through the earth in search of the coveted Dragon Balls. The Namekians, defenseless against the invading forces, cowered in fear.

Just as Zarbon reached into a hollowed-out rock, preparing to search another location, the ground suddenly shook violently beneath their feet. An explosion that seemed to emanate from the distance rocked the village, sending debris flying into the air. Dodoria, ever the brash and vocal one, shot a glance at the horizon, his face contorted with confusion.

"What the hell was that?!" Dodoria's voice boomed over the chaos, his usual confidence faltering as the shockwave settled.

"That's no ordinary explosion," Zarbon commented, a serious expression crossing his face. He peered over to Frieza, who remained unfazed by the eruption. "That explosion… It could be one of them. You felt that, didn't you? It's Vegeta's power level."

"Over 21,000, at least!" Dodoria exclaimed, wiping the dust from his face. "A power level like that must be Vegeta, don't you think? Could be a threat to us after all!"

Zarbon nodded slightly, his gaze still focused on the horizon where the explosion had originated. "I'd have to agree. If anyone could cause such a massive burst of energy at that scale, it would be him."

Frieza, on the other hand, remained eerily calm, his expression neutral, even bored. He flicked his tail casually as he spoke. "21,000? Nothing exceptional. We've dealt with stronger foes in the past. Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions, Zarbon, Dodoria."

The Emperor's chilling laugh rang out across the barren landscape. "If it is Vegeta, then he'll be dealt with just like the rest. Do not waste your energy on such trivial matters. I'll make sure of that."

With a subtle flick of his wrist, Frieza signaled his troops to continue their search. His cold confidence seemed to dismiss the possibility of any real threat. But there was a flicker of doubt in Zarbon's eyes. He knew Frieza's confidence often masked deeper considerations, and something about the explosion stirred something unsettling in him.

Meanwhile, not too far away, Krillin, Bulma, and Gohan were sitting on the edge of a small cave near the wreckage of their ship, their faces heavy with exhaustion. The ship's engine had been completely destroyed in the crash, and they had no way to reach the others or get off the planet. Their spirits were low.

Bulma had her arms wrapped around her knees, staring blankly at the ground. "I just don't understand... How did everything go so wrong?" She sighed heavily. "We were supposed to be able to get the Dragon Balls and make everything better."

Gohan, leaning against the cave wall, glanced at Krillin. "I know, I was so sure that we'd be able to help… but now we're stuck here. I don't even know what we're supposed to do anymore."

Krillin nodded grimly. "We've got to stay positive, Gohan. But you're right, it feels like we're missing something—like we're just not strong enough to deal with all this. We need Goku..."

The three of them fell into a silence, each lost in their thoughts, when suddenly, the ground shook again, even stronger than before. It felt as though the very core of Namek had been rattled.

A massive shockwave of energy ripped through the air, a violent gust of wind that sent Bulma flying back into the dirt, her face smothered with dust. Krillin and Gohan, despite the force of the winds, braced themselves, their feet digging into the ground to stay steady.

"What was that?!" Krillin shouted over the howling winds, looking up in confusion.

Gohan's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. "That wasn't Vegeta," he said, almost in disbelief. "I felt the energy—it was Cado!"

"Cado?!" Bulma's voice trembled as she scrambled to her feet. "You mean that kid who was with Vegeta? The one we saw on Earth?!"

Krillin, too, now sensed the immense power that had erupted from the explosion. His voice dropped with concern. "It was Cado alright. He's so much stronger than before… I never thought someone that young could become that powerful."

Gohan clenched his fists. "I don't get it. We're stuck here, and the one person who could help us is Goku… but without him, how can we defeat people like Cado, Vegeta, and all of them?"

Krillin sighed, watching the horizon. "I don't know, Gohan. I just… I don't know. But we can't give up. We have to find a way. Somehow, we have to. For everyone."

As the dust from the explosion settled, the looming uncertainty of their situation was more apparent than ever. But one thing was for sure—the fight for survival was far from over, and the Z Fighters, no matter how outmatched they might seem, weren't about to stop fighting. Not now, not ever.