"You traitors!"
Tagma's voice rang out in fury as he glared at the kneeling soldiers. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and fired a massive Ki blast.
BOOM!
The soldiers were instantly blown to pieces, their betrayal punished in the blink of an eye.
The plan to resurrect King Frieza had been completely exposed. Lord Solbe was dead. The operation was falling apart.
"I have no choice," Tagma muttered, teeth clenched. "I'll have to take matters into my own hands!"
"Raaaah!"
Tagma released a powerful surge of energy, the ground cracking beneath his feet as his aura erupted around him. He charged straight at Rayden like a missile.
Rayden didn't move. His face was calm, even bored.
Without looking, he raised a hand and, with a single backhanded motion, unleashed a Bidou blast.
PAK!
Tagma was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground unconscious.
"Uncle Rayden, why didn't you kill him? He's a bad guy too," Son Goten asked, confused.
Trunks and Elder Muli both looked puzzled as well. After all, Tagma had just slaughtered Namekians and tried to resurrect Frieza. Why spare him?
Rayden didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stood in silence, eyes fixed on the unconscious Tagma.
In the original history, Solbe and Tagoma used Earth's Dragon Balls to resurrect Frieza. After Frieza's revival, Solbe recommended Tagma to be Frieza's sparring partner.
In just four months of brutal training, Frieza unlocked a new transformation—Golden Frieza.
And Tagma? As Frieza's training partner, he too had grown terrifyingly strong. In fact, Nobita once commented that Tagma's power rivaled his own at peak strength. Even Piccolo lost an arm in a battle with him.
What was so special about Tagma?
Could his potential be even greater than a Saiyan's?
Rayden narrowed his eyes. There was something about Tagma's energy—something unique.
Could he be from the same race as Jiren?
Or perhaps a hybrid—a survivor from the Jiren clan who was cast into Universe 7 when their homeworld was destroyed?
The resemblance was striking. Tagma, like Jiren, had a bald head, grey skin, and pointed ears. The only difference was that Jiren was more muscular, and his eyes were larger and more intense.
Rayden felt a chill.
If Tagma truly shares blood with Jiren, and he trains seriously... he could become a monster.
"Uncle Rayden? Are you okay?" Goten asked again, tugging at his clothes.
Rayden shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "I'm fine, Goten. Let's talk about Tagma later."
He turned to Elder Muli. "Great Elder, I'll take him with me. Once I return to Earth, I'll use the Dragon Balls to revive all the Namekians who were killed."
Elder Muli raised his hand and smiled. "No need, Rayden. Namek's Dragon Balls have been enhanced!"
Rayden blinked in surprise. "Enhanced? You mean Porunga can revive multiple people at once now?"
Muli nodded. "Correct! Ever since Frieza's original invasion, I realized we couldn't rely on others to protect us. Over the years, I improved the Dragon Balls. Now, Shenron Porunga can revive many people at once—even those who have died multiple times."
"Whoa!" Goten gasped. "That's just like Earth's Dragon Balls!"
Muli smiled proudly. "Dende truly is an exceptional dragon priest. He's caught up with me already—and he's still so young."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A group of elders flew into the village, each holding a massive Dragon Ball, the size of a basketball and glowing with inner light.
Rayden recognized the seven glowing orbs instantly.
As soon as he had arrived, Elder Muli had secretly contacted the remaining village leaders. Now, the Dragon Balls were gathered.
"Great Elder! We're here!" the elders called out, presenting the last of the Dragon Balls.
"Excellent," Elder Muli nodded. He stepped forward and raised his hands high.
He spoke in the Namekian language, his voice solemn and powerful.
> "Come forth, Porunga, god of dreams! Grant my wish!"
The seven Dragon Balls began to glow, their light intertwining. The ground trembled as a blinding radiance enveloped the sky.
With a burst of light, the mighty Porunga appeared—towering, muscular, and majestic, with glowing red eyes and massive horns curling from his head.
"Who has gathered the seven Dragon Balls?" Porunga's deep voice echoed across the village. "Speak your wish. I shall grant it—whatever it may be."
Muli raised his voice again, still speaking Namekian.
> "Porunga! Revive all the Namekians killed by the alien invaders!"
Porunga's eyes flared red.
> "This wish is simple!"
A wave of divine energy spread across the planet. Moments later, the slain Namekians began to stir, slowly rising as life returned to their bodies. Cries of joy echoed across the villages.
Ten seconds later, Porunga spoke again.
> "Your wish has been granted. Speak your second wish."
Muli turned to Rayden. "Rayden, do you have a wish to make?"
Rayden nodded thoughtfully. "Yes. Please move Namek closer to Earth. That way, if trouble arises again, Goku and I can reach you quickly."
Muli agreed. It was pointless to keep hiding Namek's location. Better to be close to their strongest allies.
He turned back to Porunga.
> "Porunga! Please move the planet Namek to a location near Earth!"
> "This wish is simple!"
Porunga's eyes lit up once more. The stars above twisted, and Namek's location in the cosmos shifted dramatically.
> "Your wish has been granted. Speak your final wish."
Rayden looked thoughtful. He wasn't sure what else to wish for. Now that he had the power to travel through time and space, even the Super Dragon Balls were within his reach. Ordinary wishes meant little to him.
At that moment, a groan came from the ground.
Tagma had regained consciousness.
He stared up at the towering form of Porunga, eyes wide with disbelief.
"A strange creature… so muscular, with horns… That must be… Shenron?"
Porunga looked down, waiting for the final wish.
> "Please speak your last wish! I will grant it!"
It really is Shenron! Tagma's heart raced. Then I can bring Lord Frieza back right now!
Without hesitation, he raised his voice and shouted in Namekian:
> "Please revive Emperor Frieza and bring him here to me—fully restored!"
Porunga's eyes blazed red one last time.
> "This wish is simple!"
A column of blinding white light shot down from the sky. When it faded, a tall figure stood beside Tagma.
Clad in purple and white armor, with a long tail and malicious red eyes—Frieza had returned.
> "Your wish has been granted. Farewell."
Porunga vanished in a flash of light, the seven Dragon Balls scattering and turning to stone.
The ground shook as they fell.
"Fr—Frieza!" gasped the nearby Namekians.
Their faces turned green with dread. Sweat poured from their foreheads. Their knees buckled.
"No… not again!"
Rayden, meanwhile, stood silently. He'd noticed Tagma awakening—but hadn't expected the man to know Namekian.
Tagma turned toward Frieza, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Lord Frieza! You've returned!"
Frieza blinked, taking in his surroundings.
"So… I've been revived? You brought me back?"
"Yes, my Lord! I am Tagma, commander of the Third Sector of the Frieza Force! We've waited years to see this day!"
Frieza nodded slowly, then narrowed his eyes.
"But… where is the rest of the force?"
Tagma's face turned sad. "Ever since your death at the hands of the Saiyan, our army was hunted down and scattered. The empire crumbled."
Frieza frowned.
"Enough talking!" Rayden interrupted, stepping forward. "This conversation ends now."
Frieza turned sharply at the voice—and his face twisted in recognition.
"You!"
Rayden met his gaze calmly.
Frieza snarled. "I remember you! You're the Earthling who humiliated me on Namek!"
With Son Goku and Vegeta absent, Frieza focused his fury on Rayden.
He clenched his fists, letting his power flare.
"You'll pay for that!"
And with a roar, Frieza launched himself at Rayden in a burst of purple energy.
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