A few days later, the seven Dragon Balls had gathered once again on Earth. This time, it was the day the Namekians would return, and their wish was to find a suitable planet to call home.
Dende held their hands, his eyes brimming with emotion as a tear rolled down his cheek. As their wish was granted, they vanished, and the seven Dragon Balls disappeared with them.
As they prepared to part, each of them looked at the others. They had spent nearly a year together, and naturally, they had formed strong bonds. None of them wanted to say goodbye, but all good things must come to an end. In the end, they left.
Life returned to normal. Piccolo and the others had already resumed their training, while Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and the rest had begun training as well. And so the days went by.
Meanwhile, in space near Planet Namek, fragments of the planet were scattered everywhere. In the vastness of space, these pieces of crust would eventually be carried by comets and fall in all sorts of places. But in the endless expanse of space...
A vague, unidentified object came into view. A closer look revealed that it was Frieza, his body battered and bloody. Before leaving, Son Chen had sent some ki into Frieza's body, and that was the only reason he was still barely alive.
He drifted through space, muttering, "You damn monkey..." Nearby, a spaceship was moving stealthily through the void. Its crew wore Saiyan Battle Suits.
They seemed to be searching for something. Suddenly, an unidentified signal appeared on the control panel. One of them hurriedly reported to the lord beside him, "King Cold, Planet Namek really has disappeared."
"If that's the case, then Lord Frieza..." The man seated at the center of the