Target Instant Transmission

On Planet Yardrat, a massive white spaceship was flying toward the surface.

Many Yardratians witnessed the sight, each of them looking up at the sky with curiosity.

They sensed no evil intent from the ship, so they were not particularly tense; these were likely guests, not enemies.

A Yardratian wearing special attire stood at the highest point, watching the descending ship with a solemn expression.

Although there was no malice, he could feel that the individuals inside the ship were incredibly powerful—surpassing even the galactic emperor, Frieza.

As the Grand Elder, he had to remain cautious.

The ship landed slowly, and amidst the curious gazes of everyone, the hatch opened and a man with crab-like hair jumped out.

"Waha, finally here."

Seeing that the people around him all looked quite strange and were staring at him, Son Goku greeted them with his usual easygoing nature.

"Hi, how are you all doing!"

Seeing the newcomer was so polite, the crowd grew even more excited; after a flurry of whispers, they gathered around enthusiastically.

"Are you an alien? You look so strange!"

"What are you doing here? Are you here for tourism?"

"You feel so strong!"

The group chattered away, leaving Son Goku at a loss for words. Faced with such a warm crowd, he could only respond to them one by one as best he could.

"Hello, I am the Earthling Son Goku. Gamos said you have some amazing skills, so we came here to learn from you."

At this moment, Gamos, Son Gohan, and Piccolo also stepped off the ship, curiously observing their surroundings.

"Is this Planet Yardrat? Does it really have that Instant Transmission you mentioned?"

Piccolo could hardly believe that these frail-looking little creatures could possess such a formidable technique.

No matter how far apart, as long as one could sense the other's energy, they could arrive in an instant.

Gamos nodded, looking quite certain.

"Once we have Instant Transmission, things will be much more convenient for us in the future. Even if a future battle destroys a planet, we will have a means to protect ourselves."

"Most importantly, if we aren't on Earth and it comes under attack, we can return to it immediately."

This mission was proposed by Gamos. Due to his own appearance—or rather, the appearance of two dark individuals—Frieza had been killed before he could destroy the planet.

And since Son Goku, who had transformed into a Super Saiyan, was sent directly to Earth by Shenron, no one had learned Instant Transmission, which was highly inconvenient.

Therefore, Gamos had everyone put their training on hold to come and learn this travel technique first.

Upon learning that the visitors wanted to learn Instant Transmission, the Yardratians couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Look! Even such powerful people had to learn from them; in a way, they were superior to these guests.

Just then, a figure appeared instantly with two fingers pressed to his forehead, looking at the group with a kind expression.

"Wow, was that move you just used Instant Transmission? That's amazing, you just appeared out of thin air!"

The Grand Elder smiled and waved his hand dismissively, as if it were a small matter.

"Hello, my name is Gamos. I heard you possess Instant Transmission, so I brought my friends to learn it together."

Gamos stepped forward first, making his request in an easygoing manner.

Seeing Gamos, the Grand Elder couldn't help but gasp.

Despite looking like a child of only five or six years old, the boy contained such immense power within his body—a power that far exceeded Frieza's.

If he could befriend such a powerhouse, he would no longer have to fear even Frieza's army in the future.

Especially if he taught the technique to them, they could arrive instantly to back him up; it was a good deal.

In an instant, the Grand Elder made up his mind: he would teach them well, treat them with hospitality, and hopefully become good friends.

"Greetings, I am the Grand Elder of Planet Yardrat. I can certainly teach you Instant Transmission."

"That's great! Thank you, Mister!"

The well-behaved Son Gohan ran over, his face full of surprise.

"Guests from afar, you must be tired after such a long journey. Why don't you come and rest at our place first?"

Faced with the warm invitation, the group did not refuse and followed him toward the village.

The four of them walked along, with Son Goku and Piccolo trailing behind, while Gamos and Son Gohan led the way, looking very much like two children followed by two parents.

Gamos found this quite baffling; he was technically the same generation as Son Goku, yet now that he was only six, he was the same size as the man's son. It was truly...

The four followed the Grand Elder to a sprawling village. Although it was a village, the facilities were not backward at all; in fact, they had the level of civilization found in a major city.

"Friends from afar, would you like to eat something first? Come and taste our local specialties."

"That would be a bother, thank you."

Whenever food was mentioned, the Saiyans couldn't refuse. He only hoped the hosts wouldn't be frightened by the group's appetite.

Of the four, three were Saiyans; the food bill alone would be no small sum.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

Leaving those words behind, the Grand Elder walked out, leaving only a few youngsters to attend to the four guests.

Stepping out of the room, the Grand Elder flashed into a magnificent, grand palace.

"My King, they are all very strong, especially the little child with the tail. His combat power definitely exceeds that of the galactic emperor, Frieza."

Sitting on the throne was a Yardratian with a face full of wrinkles, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking listless and frail.

"Since they harbor no malice, treat them well. As for Instant Transmission, just hand it over to them."

"Facing such powerful individuals, we have no way to refuse. Rather than angering them, it is better to proactively befriend them."

"No matter what requests they make, we shall satisfy them as much as possible."

"Yes!"

Hearing the King speak thus, the Grand Elder naturally complied.

"Very well, go back and keep the guests company."

Receiving the King's instructions, the Grand Elder flashed away.

On the other side, the group of four looked at the table full of delicacies, and smelling the aroma of the food, how could they possibly resist?

This was a style of food different from Earth's, and Gamos also wanted to have a taste.

Except for Piccolo, the other three Saiyans unceremoniously picked up pieces of meat and stuffed them into their mouths.

"Delicious!"

The surrounding Yardratians saw this scene and couldn't help but click their tongues; the speed at which they ate was simply too fast.

"Do you have more? This isn't nearly enough for them to eat."

Piccolo didn't need to guess to know that a single table of food wouldn't be enough, so he immediately called for more dishes to be served.

When the Grand Elder returned, he was met with a mountain of empty plates.

Seeing this incredible sight, it was the Grand Elder's first time witnessing the appetite of Saiyans—it was truly terrifying!

"Everyone, I have already informed our King. Over the next few days, I will certainly teach you Instant Transmission."

"That is truly wonderful."

Son Goku stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and said, his words slurred.

After a whirlwind of eating, the food on the table finally stopped needing to be replenished.

Rubbing his full stomach, Gamos felt incredibly happy.

In his past life, as a poor loser, he would hesitate for a long time just to eat a piece of meat. He never expected that after transmigrating, he would achieve the freedom to eat meat.

And so, the group of four settled down on Yardrat.

A year had passed since the Namek incident, and the Dragon Balls on Earth were finally ready to be used again.

The moment the Dragon Balls were restored, the Guardian had already sent his attendant, Mr. Popo, to collect them.

In less than a day, all seven Dragon Balls were gathered.

Without a doubt, the location for summoning Shenron was once again at Bulma's house.

At this moment, all the surviving Namekians were gathered at Bulma's home. Bulma raised her hands high and recited the incantation to summon Shenron.

"Come forth, Shenron, and grant my wish!"

It was that familiar scene again: the Dragon Balls glowed, and the figure of a green dragon appeared, asking for the wisher's desire.

"Shenron, please resurrect all the dead Namekians, as well as the Earth warriors who resisted the Saiyan invasion!"

"That is child's play!"

Shenron's massive eyes flashed with red light, and the wish was completed in an instant.

The bodies that had been lying in the vacuum chambers in the courtyard all came back to life one by one.

Even the Grand Elder of the Namekians, who had perished, opened his eyes.

Seeing their dead companions resurrected, all the Namekians cheered.

Meanwhile, far away on King Kai's Planet, the halos above the heads of the Earth warriors—except for Chiaotzu and Krillin—all vanished.

"Tien Shinhan, you've finally been resurrected."

Seeing the halo disappear from his good brother's head, Chiaotzu was overjoyed.

However, there were still two people present who had not been resurrected, which remained a regret.

"Don't worry, Chiaotzu. I will stay here with you until you are resurrected as well, and then we will go home together."

Chiaotzu nodded happily.

"Your wish has been granted. Farewell."

Shenron transformed back into seven Dragon Balls and flew off in seven different directions across the Earth.

"Grand Elder!"

Everyone crowded around the Grand Elder, who looked upon his descendants with a serene expression.

"My life has reached its end; you must all live on well from here," he said.

The crowd was filled with reluctance, unwilling to let their Grand Elder pass away just like that.

"The cycle of life and death is destiny itself, and having fulfilled my mission, I can say my life has not been in vain."

In his final moments, the Grand Elder used his remaining time to pass on his position. This way, even after his death, the Dragon Ball would bind its life to the new Grand Elder rather than vanishing along with him.