"Dragon Ball? What do you want with the Dragon Ball?"
Elder Robo's voice trembled with confusion. The Great Elder Muli had already used the Dragon Balls to wish for Namek's relocation. How did these people even find the planet's new coordinates?
If the existence of the Dragon Balls were to leak again, Namek would once more lose its peace.
Tagma responded without hesitation, his tone loud and arrogant.
"We're here to revive King Frieza!"
"Fr—Frieza?!"
Gasps echoed across the gathered Namekians. A wave of disbelief swept through them.
They hadn't expected the group of alien intruders to be affiliated with Frieza. The very name sent chills down their spines. The last time Frieza had arrived on Namek, he'd committed unspeakable atrocities—slaughtering entire villages, annihilating countless innocent lives, and nearly wiping out their race.
Elder Robo's face darkened with rage. "I will never hand over the Dragon Balls to the likes of you! Not to evil beings who follow Frieza!"
"Old man," Tagma sneered, "don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink the forfeit."
But Elder Robo didn't flinch. He stood firm, arms crossed and eyes cold.
Seeing the elder's resistance, Solbe stepped forward and clapped his hands twice.
As if summoned, dozens of alien soldiers—varied in appearance and wielding advanced weapons—poured out of a nearby spaceship, forming ranks behind Solbe.
"Attack! Kill them all!" Solbe commanded, his tone merciless.
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded in unison.
They began to surround the village, weapons raised.
"Wait!" Elder Robo called out suddenly, raising his hand.
Solbe arched an eyebrow and gave a mocking grin. "What's this? Changed your mind, old man? Then hand over the Dragon Balls."
But Elder Robo shook his head with grim resolve. "No. I will not give you the Dragon Balls. But if you kill the Namekians, you'll never make a wish. Shenron Porunga won't answer to outsiders."
Solbe's grin faded instantly. His face twisted with anger.
"Trying to stall, are you? That won't work. My men have already learned the Namekian language! We don't need you!"
He raised his arm. "Kill them all! Then find the Dragon Balls!"
Elder Robo's face paled. He hadn't expected them to be so prepared.
"Elder, let's fight!" a young warrior shouted.
The battle began without mercy.
"BowBow~!"
Energy blasts flew through the air as the soldiers opened fire. One by one, Namekian villagers fell in pools of blood.
"Damn you!" shouted one of the Namekian fighters.
Rising into the sky, the combat-type Namekians retaliated, hurling energy bombs at the invaders.
Tagma smirked. "I'll handle the tough ones."
With a burst of energy, he vanished and reappeared in front of the airborne Namekians. Within seconds, he struck them down mercilessly, their bodies crashing to the ground.
With the defenders gone, the remaining soldiers rampaged through the village, executing unarmed villagers and torching homes.
A moment later, Solbe emerged from the elder's hut. One of his soldiers held a glowing Dragon Ball—orange and radiant, the size of a basketball.
Solbe looked around, satisfied by the massacre. He activated his scouter.
"There are more energy readings to the east. Let's go! To the next village!"
With a wave of his hand, the soldiers followed, flying off in formation toward the east.
---
In a Western Village…
A young Namekian burst into an oval-shaped dwelling, panting.
"Great Elder Muli! We're under attack! Elder Robo's village is gone. A group of aliens is slaughtering everyone!"
Great Elder Muli's face turned grim. He nodded solemnly.
"Dam, I understand."
He walked to a small chest beside his meditation seat and pulled out a translucent crystal.
Staring at it, Muli sighed.
"I had hoped this would never need to be used again…"
With a final glance, he crushed the crystal in his hand. A burst of invisible energy rippled into space.
"Rayden, please… sense this. Namek needs you!"
---
Earth – Rayden's Island
Rayden stood with his arms crossed, watching Trunks and Son Goten sparring midair. Their punches blurred and shockwaves echoed across the training field.
Suddenly, Rayden's eyes narrowed. He felt something—something far away.
The crystal! Elder Muli's signal!
He clenched his fists. "Trunks, Goten—stop the fight!"
Both boys halted midair and landed beside him.
"What's wrong, Rayden?" asked Trunks.
Rayden turned serious. "Namek's in trouble. We're going there now."
Goten blinked. "Are we going to fight bad guys?"
"Grab on to me," Rayden ordered.
The two boys each grabbed a side of Rayden's gi. Without wasting a moment, Rayden placed two fingers on his forehead.
Zwoosh!
---
Namek – Western Village
With a flash of light, Rayden, Trunks, and Goten materialized in front of Great Elder Muli's home.
"You came!" Muli breathed in relief.
Rayden nodded. "What happened, Great Elder?"
Muli's face was somber. "A group of aliens… we don't know who they are, but they've already destroyed several villages. They're after the Dragon Balls."
Rayden's brows furrowed. "But Frieza is dead. So is Slug. Who could be doing this now?"
"Don't worry," he added. "We'll take care of it."
"Uncle Rayden," Goten said, scratching his head, "can we go beat them up now?"
Trunks smirked. "Goten, you didn't sense it? They're already flying toward us."
Goten laughed sheepishly. "Oops! I forgot."
Muli's eyes rested on the two children with curiosity. "Who are these boys?"
Rayden smiled proudly. "This one with black hair is Goku's son. The blue-haired one is Vegeta's."
Muli's eyes widened in recognition. "I see… they look just like their fathers. Especially Goku's boy. He's the spitting image!"
---
Moments Later
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A gust of wind signaled the arrival of Solbe and his army, descending upon the village.
"There they are!" Solbe barked. "Kill all the Namekians!"
The soldiers readied their weapons—but then… nothing.
None of them moved. Their hands trembled. Beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads.
Solbe's face turned red. "What are you waiting for?! Attack!"
But Tagma, his voice shaky, pointed toward Rayden and the others.
"L-Lord Solbe, look… over there…"
Solbe turned—and froze.
His jaw dropped.
Standing before him were unmistakably three Saiyans—Rayden, and two children bursting with powerful energy.
"This… this can't be! Saiyans? On Namek?!"
He'd always avoided Earth because of the Saiyan warriors rumored to live there. Yet here they were—on Namek, of all places!
Solbe took a step back, trying to force a smile.
"Uh… H-hello! We'll return the Dragon Ball right now! We're leaving! No need for trouble!"
He motioned to his soldier, who placed the Dragon Ball on the ground.
Then, slowly, Solbe turned around, muttering to himself.
"Don't kill me… don't kill me…"
But Rayden's voice rang out sharply.
"Since you're here—don't even think of leaving."
He raised his hand and summoned a glowing disc of energy.
"Destructo Disc!"
Swish!
The disc sliced through the air—and through Solbe.
"AAAGH!"
Solbe screamed as the disc cut him cleanly in half. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The soldiers dropped their weapons and fell to their knees.
"Please! Don't kill us! Solbe forced us!"
"That's right! We didn't want this! He planned to resurrect Frieza with the Dragon Balls!"
---
Aftermath
Rayden stared at the remaining soldiers.
"Leave Namek. Now. If I see you again, I won't be so merciful."
"Yes, sir!"
They scrambled into their ship, fleeing without a second glance.
The Namekians began emerging from hiding, some still injured, others mourning lost loved ones. But the danger had passed—for now.
Great Elder Muli bowed deeply. "Rayden… once again, you have saved our people."
Rayden placed a hand over his chest. "Protecting Namek is a promise I will always keep."
Trunks turned to Goten. "Well… that was kind of fun."
Goten grinned. "Let's do it again sometime!"
Rayden chuckled. "Only if the universe needs saving again."
The three of them turned their eyes toward the skies, as the twin suns of Namek continued to shine down upon a wounded, but still standing, world..
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