Hope of Resurrection

On Planet Frie, the weather was gradually turning cold.

As night fell, a faint mist permeated the mountain forests. After settling the two hundred exiled Saiyans on the nearby Planet Kasha, Roland and the others continued to immerse themselves in their own training.

Time passed bit by bit, and Roland felt himself growing every single day. Although he still consistently lost in his battles against Sephiria, that was only because Sephiria was simply too strong. He was indeed becoming stronger, and he tested his combat power with a Scouter.

1000!

The vivid number filled Roland with motivation. Having a clear numerical comparison and knowing exactly how much he had improved each day felt just like playing a game to clear levels; it was truly wonderful.

Whoosh! Roland and Sephiria were engaged in training, a routine they performed every day. It was precisely because of Sephiria's extreme, harsh tempering that Roland's progress was so immense.

On this day, the customary training continued.

Swish! A flash of white light suddenly tore through the air, moving in a straight line. A gale howled, and a biting whirlwind spread outward with Roland at its center. Moving his body with agility and constantly creating deceptive afterimages, Roland pulled out all the stops to launch an attack on Sephiria.

Sephiria watched indifferently, yawned, and suddenly swatted in one direction.

"Slap!" Roland was sent flying instantly.

Roland hurriedly spread his arms to stabilize his body, then twisted his torso and tapped his toes lightly against the ground, shooting toward Sephiria like a cannonball just fired from its chamber.

He followed up with a punch, the violent displacement of air causing a "woo-woo" whistling sound.

Sephiria sneered and reached out, grabbing Roland's fist and bringing his powerful attack to an abrupt halt.

"Roland, your attacks against me aren't ruthless enough." She threw Roland into mid-air, her figure vanishing instantly. When she reappeared, she was already above him, clasping her hands together and smashing them down with force.

Bang!

Roland took the heavy blow, spat out blood, and couldn't help but plummet straight down.

But just as he neared the ground, Sephiria's graceful figure appeared faster than him. With an expressionless face, she kicked out with all her might. The violent force instantly kicked up a shocking wave of air. Roland hurriedly shielded his chest with his arms, but the sheer power sent him flying away once again.

After flipping a dozen times in the air, he dug his feet hard into the soil. The ground cracked open, and an area of over ten square meters was instantly left in ruins.

"Not bad. Your practical combat ability can now be considered that of a qualified warrior." Sephiria praised him, floating over to Roland's side. Roland was panting heavily, a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. "It's all thanks to your training, Sister."

"Hmm."

Sephiria nodded leisurely. The moonlight of the night shone upon her flawless face, and the sight of her in the night air left Roland momentarily dazed.

"What are you looking at?" Sephiria asked.

"Looking at you!"

Roland blurted out.

Sephiria gave Roland a smack on the head. Roland chuckled, then began preparing dinner. A campfire was soon lit, and the fragrant roasted meat gradually turned golden brown. Drops of grease dripped from the meat, hissing as they hit the fire and sent up wisps of smoke.

Not far away, the Gravity Chamber emitted a faint "humming" sound. In the oppressive gravity environment, Hertz was training arduously inside.

As Roland ate the roasted meat, he said to Sephiria, "Hertz has been training very hard lately!"

Sephiria replied, "He is missing his wife."

"Oh." Roland nodded.

According to Sephiria, Hertz's wife was named "Ashita." She was a childhood companion who had grown up with Hertz. Because her talent was lacking, she was a non-combatant who worked in a clerical position in the childcare department within the royal capital. Hertz hadn't even had the chance to see his wife when he returned this time, as Planet Vegeta had already been destroyed.

Although Hertz had been acting as if nothing was wrong during this time, as his teammate, Sephiria could see the sorrow in his heart.

"The dead cannot return to life. Our warrior race takes these things lightly. It just so happens there are a few suitable female Saiyans on Planet Kasha; perhaps we can arrange something for him."

"People aren't necessarily unable to be resurrected if they die," Roland said casually, his voice very soft.

"What are you saying?" Sephiria had excellent hearing. After pondering for a moment, she looked at Roland in disbelief. "Don't tell me there is actually a way to bring people back to life?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Sister, do you remember when I wanted to teleport you to Earth before?"

"Of course I remember. By the way, I was just about to ask, how exactly did you manage that? Uh, could it be that the power you used can also bring the dead back to life?"

"Yes, that is the power of the Dragon Balls. There are magical orbs in the universe; as long as you collect all seven, you can summon Shenron. Shenron can grant the collector one wish within a reasonable scope, and a wish like resurrection is achievable." Roland then recounted his experience searching for the Dragon Balls with Tights.

After listening, Sephiria was dumbfounded. "You mean Hertz's wife could also be resurrected?"

"Yes, as long as she hasn't been reincarnated yet, Shenron can bring her back..." Roland said. Given the nature of Saiyans, they would likely go to hell after death, so there was no chance of reincarnation for a while.

"Roland, is what you said true? Is there still hope for Ashita to be resurrected?" A trembling voice spoke as Hertz approached Roland, his face filled with excitement.

"It is possible, but the Dragon Balls have a one-year dormancy period after a wish is granted. The set I used still has half a year before it recovers. If you want to resurrect your wife, you will need to wait until then."

"That's great! Ashita can be resurrected... wait, you said that thing is called a Dragon Ball?" In his excitement, Hertz suddenly felt as if he had heard of such orbs somewhere before. A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and Hertz asked, "Is the Dragon Ball you speak of the orb created by the Namekians?"

Roland said, "Yes. So, you've heard of them too."

Sephiria: "Are Dragon Balls very famous?"

Hertz took a deep breath, his face flushed. "I once heard while on a mission that the Namekians possessed magical powers, but their planet encountered a great disaster three hundred years ago, and all their people perished."

"No, there are survivors on Planet Namek," Roland said firmly.

Sephiria's eyes sparkled. "That means there might be Dragon Balls on Planet Namek as well!"

"There are, and they are even more powerful than the set I used. However, there are experts on Planet Namek. With our reputation as Saiyans, I fear we would be driven away by the experts there the moment we arrived. It is best to wait for the set I used to recover."