After Frieza was defeated, his fleet fled Namek in disarray. The Namekian Dragon Balls had been gathered. The seven orange spheres, each the size of a basketball, were placed together, glowing brilliantly. The Grand Elder recited the incantation in Namekian Language. Light shot into the sky, and a gigantic golden dragon appeared above them. "Summoner, state your wishes. I can grant any wish, but you are limited to three." "Three wishes?" Kashu was delighted. "Dragon, my first wish: revive all the Saiyans killed by Frieza, but only those whose souls haven't been reincarnated." "Your wish has been granted." The dragon's eyes flashed. "Three hundred and twenty people have been revived." "Three hundred and twenty," Kashu said with a nod. "That's enough. My second wish: transform New Vegeta City into a perfect city where Saiyans can live and thrive." "Your wish has been granted," the dragon said. "My third wish: give Piccolo the full memories and heritage of the Namekians." Piccolo froze. "What?" "You're the evil half of the Guardian, but your nature still carries the kindness of the Namekians," Kashu said. "Giving you their memories will help you better understand who you are." Piccolo was silent for a moment, then nodded. The dragon's eyes flashed. "Your wish has been granted. Farewell." The golden dragon broke apart into seven streaks of light. Piccolo closed his eyes as a flood of memories poured into his mind—the history, culture, technology, and language of Namek, as well as the method for making Dragon Balls. When he opened his eyes, they no longer held only demonic energy and anger, but also profound wisdom and understanding. "Kashu... thank you," Piccolo said. "This is the first time I've ever sincerely thanked anyone." "No need to thank me. We're partners."
After the Namekian Dragon dispersed into seven streaks of light, the seven Dragon Balls turned into ordinary stones and scattered across Namek. The Grand Elder sat in his enormous chair, a faint, relieved smile appearing on his aged face. "Kashu, you helped save Namek from Frieza's clutches. We can never repay you," the Grand Elder said, his voice low and slow. "Before you leave, I'd like to do something for you." Kashu bowed slightly. "Grand Elder, you're too kind. We only did what was right." "No." The Grand Elder shook his head. "The Namekians never leave a debt unpaid. I'll draw out your potential and awaken the power sleeping within you." Krillin's eyes lit up. "Draw out our potential? Like in the legends, where you put your hand on someone's head and their battle power shoots way up?" The Grand Elder smiled. "More or less. Come here, child." Krillin stepped forward first. The Grand Elder reached out a thin, withered hand and gently placed it on Krillin's head. Krillin closed his eyes and felt warm energy flowing into him, as if something inside him were awakening. "Ah—" Krillin couldn't help letting out a low growl as the ki in his body began to surge wildly. His battle power shot up from five hundred thousand—six hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand, nine hundred thousand...—and finally settled at one million two hundred thousand. "That's the power that was sleeping within you," the Grand Elder said, drawing back his hand. "You have far more potential, but your body can only handle this much for now." Krillin opened his eyes and felt the surging strength within him. His eyes reddened. "Thank you, Grand Elder! I... I've never felt this good!" "Next," the Grand Elder said. Tien Shinhan stepped forward. When the Grand Elder placed his hand on Tien's forehead, his third eye opened on its own. Tien felt the bloodline of the Three-Eyed Clan boiling within him, an ancient power rising from deep inside. His battle power soared from eight hundred thousand to two million, and the power of his third eye grew dramatically. He could now see the paths of ki as it flowed and even predict his opponent's movements a fraction of a second ahead. "A descendant of the Three-Eyed Clan..." The Grand Elder looked at Tien, surprise flashing in his eyes. "Your ancestors came from a distant galaxy. Their bloodline has awakened well within you. Keep training, and you can develop even more abilities in your third eye." "Thank you, Grand Elder." Tien bowed deeply. Son Goku stepped forward. The Grand Elder placed a hand on his head and sensed the ki within him. A look of shock appeared on the Grand Elder's face. "This child... There's a special power within him. It isn't the power of a Saiyan, but... the presence of a god." Kashu's heart stirred. Son Goku's God Ki had been growing slowly all this time, and now the Grand Elder had sensed it.
"Can you draw out his potential?" Kashu asked. "I can." The Grand Elder closed his eyes and poured more energy into Son Goku. Son Goku's golden aura erupted on its own, his hair flickering between black and gold. "Aaaah—" Son Goku growled as the ki within him surged out like a volcanic eruption. His battle power shot up from three million to six million, then ten million, fifteen million, twenty million... and finally stopped at twenty-five million. "I can only take him this far," the Grand Elder said, panting. "His God Ki is beyond my reach. It belongs to a higher realm." Son Goku opened his eyes, feeling strength coursing through his whole body. "Grand Elder, I feel at least five times stronger!" "Even more than that," the Grand Elder said. "Your ki is purer than before. Make good use of this strength." Piccolo stepped forward. The Grand Elder looked at him with deep affection. "Child, Namekian blood flows through you. You're descended from my people. Though hatred blinded you for many years, your nature is kind."
Piccolo didn't speak. He only lowered his head. The Grand Elder placed a hand on Piccolo's head. Piccolo felt the Demon Clan power within him begin to merge with his Namekian bloodline, and a completely new power surged through him. His battle power soared from two million to five million, the power of his Special Beam Cannon tripled, and he also learned the Namekians' ability to regenerate—he could instantly regrow severed limbs. "There's still a great deal of demonic energy within you, but don't fear it. Demonic energy is a kind of power, too. What matters is how you use it," the Grand Elder said. Piccolo lifted his head, gratitude flashing in his eyes. "Thank you."
"Last is Kashu. It's your turn, child." The Grand Elder looked at Kashu. Kashu stepped forward and knelt on one knee so the Grand Elder could reach his head. The instant the Grand Elder placed a hand on Kashu's head, his expression changed. He sensed a power so immense it frightened him within Kashu—not ordinary ki, but a force that surpassed the realm of gods and held both the attributes of destruction and creation. "This is... the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline?" The Grand Elder's voice trembled. "The legendary Super Saiyan God?" "You know about it?" Kashu asked, surprised. "It's recorded in Namek's ancient texts," the Grand Elder said. "The Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline is the oldest and rarest Saiyan bloodline. Its bearer can cross beyond the Realm of Gods, surpass the God of Destruction, and even reach a level beyond the Angels. But this bloodline is extremely difficult to awaken. It requires countless life-and-death battles to temper it." The Grand Elder tried to pour energy into Kashu and draw out his potential. But the moment that energy entered Kashu's body, the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline devoured it. "It won't work." The Grand Elder withdrew his hand, panting. "Your potential is too great. I can't draw it out. The Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline repels outside power. You can only awaken it yourself." "It's all right." Kashu stood up. "I'm used to it." The Grand Elder looked at Kashu with deep admiration. "Child, you're the most unusual life-form I've ever met. Not because you're the strongest, but because of your heart. You use your power to protect, not destroy. That's the true condition for awakening the Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline—a heart that protects." Kashu bowed slightly. "Thank you for your guidance, Grand Elder."
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