Porunga

On New Namek, several Namekians were building houses.

The moment Malvis and Goku's group appeared beside them, everyone froze for a moment before watching them warily. An older Namekian dressed in red stepped forward and faced them. "Y-you... who exactly are you?"

In contrast to the nervous Namekians, Goku seemed completely oblivious, staring around in shock as he muttered, "Whoa~ There are so many Piccolos here!"

At those words, Piccolo, who had been standing at the back of the group, turned green in the face. Too annoyed to bother with that thoughtless guy, he walked straight to the front and bowed politely to the Namekian who had spoken.

After some friendly pleasantries, Piccolo explained their purpose. "We came this time because we want a Namekian to go to Earth and become its Guardian. That way, Earth's Dragon Balls can be revived, and the people Cell killed can come back to life."

Upon hearing their purpose, the Great Elder fell into thought. "I see... I happen to have a suitable candidate."

"Really?" Goku eagerly leaned in from behind again.

The Great Elder looked toward the rear. The surrounding Namekians moved aside, revealing the small Dende behind them. "Hey, Dende! Come over here."

Dende jogged over to the Great Elder's side. The Great Elder introduced him to Goku. "His name is Dende. He is very good friends with your son Gohan, as well as Krillin. Ever since that time, he has missed Earth terribly. Every day, he says how much he hopes to see Gohan and the others again."

Goku was delighted, but looking at the small Namekian before him, he still had some doubts. "That's great! But can Dende... revive the Dragon Balls?"

"Don't worry. Dende may still be young, but he is an outstanding member of the Dragon Clan. He will definitely do a fine job as Guardian."

Looking at this promising young junior, Piccolo felt a trace of gratification rise in his heart. "Dende has become remarkable too. He has such exceptional power."

"Great Elder, I would like to use your Dragon Balls." Malvis spoke up then, having not forgotten the purpose of his trip.

"Since Lord Malvis has asked, everyone, go and bring the seven Dragon Balls here." During their conversation, the Great Elder had already learned their identities.

When he learned that Malvis was a God of Destruction on equal footing with the Supreme Kai, he was deeply shocked—he had only ever heard of the Supreme Kai before and knew nothing of any God of Destruction. But since he was an existence equal to the Supreme Kai, he had to be a great deity as well.

Before long, several elders took out the Dragon Balls they had each kept in their homes. Seven head-sized spheres were placed before everyone in turn. Although Trunks had been prepared, he was still utterly shocked upon seeing New Namek's Dragon Balls.

The Great Elder came before the seven Dragon Balls, spread his hands, and chanted an incantation in the Namekian language to summon the dragon.

As the chant rang out, the seven Dragon Balls began to glow. The previously clear sky instantly turned into night, and a golden pillar of light shot into the heavens. A gigantic creature resembling a Western dragon appeared high in the sky.

"O gatherer of the seven Dragon Balls, state your wishes! No matter what they are, I can grant your three wishes." The dragon's signature opening words descended from the sky.

Hearing Porunga's confident, boastful words, Malvis's lips curved upward as he decided to tease it. He said in Namekian, "Then for my first wish—give me power equal to the Grand Priest's!" (Malvis had learned Namekian during those three boring years. It was always good to master another language, especially one as useful as Namekian.)

Porunga froze upon hearing that, and then a bead of sweat the size of a bean appeared on its head. "That... I cannot do."

The Great Elder and the others were also somewhat shocked to hear Malvis speak Namekian, but once they considered his identity, they found it understandable.

Porunga lowered its head and carefully looked below—who was deliberately making things difficult for it? Once it saw clearly, even more sweat began pouring down its head. Though it did not recognize this person, it recognized the style of clothing he wore. It did not believe that was a coincidence.

"Lord... God of Destruction?" Porunga asked uncertainly. In its understanding, there was no God of Destruction in this spacetime.

Malvis smiled and nodded. Porunga visibly panicked, sweat dripping continuously from its head. "My deepest apologies! Lord God of Destruction, I am truly sorry to be speaking to you from such a height... I never expected you to honor New Namek with your presence."

Seeing Porunga like this, Malvis stopped teasing it. "It's fine. I won't mess with you anymore. Now I'll state my wish."

"Please, go ahead. I will do my utmost to grant it for you." Porunga let out a breath of relief and somehow pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away its sweat.

After thinking for a moment, Malvis made his first wish. "Let every Saiyan who has lived on Earth—whether pure-blooded or mixed-blooded—grow a tail."

This way, mixed-blooded Saiyans like Trunks, who had been born without tails, could grow one as well. He phrased it this way for the sake of universal stability—Earth was not the only place in the universe with Saiyans. If every Saiyan who had lost their tail grew one back, some parts of the universe would descend into chaos. He did not want to see that happen.

A red gleam flashed in Porunga's eyes. "Your wish has been granted."

Sure enough, tails grew back behind Goku and Trunks, swaying back and forth.

Trunks curiously touched his tail. "Lord Malvis, what is this tail for?"

"It's for training. You'll learn what it's useful for when the time comes." Malvis smiled faintly, leaving him in suspense.

Goku rubbed his own tail and said to Trunks, "Lord Malvis told me that a tail lets us fully bring out our potential, and it also makes it easier to surpass Super Saiyan."

"I see! Got it." Trunks nodded.

"Second wish—draw out the hidden potential within Piccolo." As the most outstanding and gifted Namekian, Piccolo's potential was far from limited to this. So long as he could bring out his own potential, combined with later effort, his future would be limitless.

"OK, this wish has been granted as well." A red light flashed in Porunga's eyes.

Piccolo felt a continuous stream of energy surge forth from within him. He clenched his fist, sensing an unprecedented fullness of power.

But this was only the beginning—having his potential unlocked did not mean it had been fully realized. To truly fight Cell, he still needed further refinement in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Malvis pondered for a moment. "Let's leave it at that. I have no more wishes."

"Then farewell, Lord Malvis. It was an honor to serve you." As soon as Porunga said this, it hurriedly vanished from where it was. The seven Dragon Balls turned into stone and fell to the ground, while the sky returned to its azure blue.

The surrounding Namekians stepped forward one after another to collect the stones and prepare to safeguard them again. Dende looked up at Goku and Piccolo, his eyes shining—he was about to go to Earth.