Chapter 90: Random Planet!

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The night enveloped them in silence, the moon casting shadows that painted a tranquil picture. A soft breeze brushed past, gently caressing the scene.

Suddenly, the fabric of space rippled, and figures materialized out of nowhere.

"Hey!"

Upon landing, three of them stumbled and collapsed.

Raditz, Vegeta, and Kakarot were utterly exhausted, and their wearied bodies found solace in the ground's embrace.

Gohan and Nappa, both unconscious and severely wounded, lay nearby. Urgent medical attention was required; otherwise, their lives were at risk. Observing the situation, Tien Shinhan and Krillin exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile. Tumat hovered above Raditz, flapping his wings excitedly and shouting, "Get up! Get up!"

"I can't get up, let me rest a little longer." Raditz grasped Tumat's wing, pulling him down to his side. With a playful gesture, he patted Tumat's head. "You've truly saved us this time..."

Tumat, overwhelmed by Raditz's praise, felt his cheeks redden. He cleared his throat awkwardly before settling down beside Raditz.

Krillin chuckled heartily at the sight, while Tien Shinhan couldn't help but laugh.

The Namekians, who had survived, including Jeice and Burter, were nervously eying their surroundings. They glanced around in bewilderment, their faces a mix of confusion and apprehension. Their return to the scene of the Saiyan's presence left them feeling powerless and dismayed.

Jeice and Burter had narrowly escaped death during their battles, evaded fatal shots, and even survived the explosion on the island. Having finally returned to their spaceship, they were abruptly transported to their current location, near the very Saiyans they had been trying to elude.

In utter disbelief, Jeice and Burter recognized their dire predicament. Despair gripped their hearts as they realized that they couldn't escape the clutches of these Saiyan warriors.

The unease emanating from Jeice and Burter was palpable, prompting Raditz to speak sternly, "You two understand what you need to do?"

Despite lying on the ground, Raditz's imposing voice resonated with authority, drawing Jeice and Burter's attention. Having witnessed the strength of Raditz and his group during their battles with King Frieza, the duo was in no position to challenge their authority.

"Yes, King Raditz!" Jeice and Burter declared, yielding to their fate.

With Krillin and Tien Shinhan now relieved, a potential confrontation seemed to have been averted.

Meanwhile, some of Slug's surviving soldiers approached, expressing their willingness to return to their ranks.

Among the Namekians, a few survivors huddled around the elder. Gasping for breath, the elder's life force was waning. The cataclysmic events had taken their toll, leaving him weakened both physically and mentally. His words came out with effort, lacking the vigor he once possessed.

"Thank you, Earthlings. Though you couldn't save planet namek, you did save my child. I'm grateful for your assistance."

"Unfortunately, the dragon was lost in the process," a namekian lamented.

"That's not a problem. I have the ability to revive it. But my time is running out. Once I've regained my Dragon Ball powers, Calis, you shall be the next Great Elder."

In the wake of the villainous attacks, the elders of the various Namekians villages had been mercilessly slain, leaving only Calis as the surviving candidate. A dragon himself, Calis was chosen to succeed the elder. With a nod of acceptance, Calis received the mantle, earning the respect and admiration of his fellow namekians.

Grateful for the arrangement, the namekians paid their respects to the elder before extending heartfelt gratitude to the Earthlings.

Amid their relief, Krillin and Tien Shinhan looked around, attempting to identify their current location. However, their eyes widened in realization.

Jeice and Burter had spotted something too.

"This is... Frieza!"

"Oh... Krillin, we're in trouble," Tien Shinhan remarked.

The marks on the ground, unnoticed at first, bore the emblem of Frieza's legion. Nearby, the towering buildings of a grand city loomed, radiating a brilliant light—an emblem of technological advancement on an astronomical scale.

Their wish to Shenron hadn't specified a destination, leaving them unaware of where they had been transported.

"It's a good thing we have a space capsule. Otherwise, we'd be stranded," Goku commented, his back against the capsule.

Vegeta's retort was cold, "There are countless planets in the universe with interstellar capabilities. The Earth, like any other low-level planet, is hardly unique."

"The Earth isn't low-level; often, the best things are found there," Raditz countered with a grin.

"Heh, a bunch of fragile people with an average power level of 5!"

"Combat power isn't the only measure of value."

"Combat power..."

As the trio engaged in a light-hearted argument, they lay sprawled on the ground, their voices carrying the energy of a lively debate. Despite their vulnerable positions, they engaged in a spirited exchange that alternated between sardonic banter and earnest discussion.

"Where are we...?" Krillin gazed around, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. His eyes locked onto numerous unfamiliar symbols etched across the expansive ground. Further away, towering structures adorned the landscape, their luminous glow akin to a planet of advanced technology.

When they had made their wish, their destination hadn't been explicitly specified. Thus, Shenron's choice of their location was a mystery.

"It's even better that it's a branch of Frieza's operations. There should be medical facilities here. We can rest and recover as quickly as possible," Raditz remarked cheerfully. "And Krillin, you'll be handling the communication with Earth."

"Me?" Krillin exclaimed in disbelief.

With their spaceship destroyed, communication with Earth had to be established. The task fell upon Krillin, who would simulate the appropriate signals based on the Earth's communication frequencies recorded by Map Matt. It wasn't just a matter of technical skill; the impending ordeal would include facing Bulma's furious wrath.

Krillin sighed, a mixture of resignation and understanding. After all, he was the most adept among them to handle such a task. He would need to prepare for the fiery reception that Bulma's scolding would inevitably entail.

In the end, Raditz and the others sought medical treatment while the elders attended to their responsibilities. The Dragon Balls powers were restored, and the Great Elder passed away peacefully, surrounded by his fellow Namekians.

Though the Namekians bore a deep grudge against Frieza and Slug's factions, they opted to offer the villains an opportunity for redemption. Despite the merciless atrocities committed, the benevolent Namekians maintained a belief in second chances.

Assisted by Tumat, Krillin and Tien Shinhan located the communication equipment within the tower's communication room. Their message was directed towards Earth, detailing the harrowing journey, the ultimate tragedy of the Dragon Balls turning into stones, and Gohan's grievous injuries.

Unsurprisingly, Bulma's reaction to the news of the spaceship's destruction was fierce and furious, and her tirade continued for a considerable length of time. Her displeasure was well-deserved, considering the effort and dedication invested in the spacecraft.

After venting her frustration, Bulma's voice finally quieted.

Their path back to Earth required fashioning a new set of Dragon Balls through the intervention of the Earth's deity. Gohan's injuries also needed attention from Chichi, and preparations for their journey back home were set in motion.

As Bulma continued to express her indignation, Krillin couldn't help but wish for a respite from the impending series of unfortunate events.

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