Come Forth, Shenron

Two spaceships moved through the cosmos, one following the other, heading toward Planet Namek.

The Z Fighters had long since finished their training and were fast asleep; before facing a formidable foe, everyone had to maintain their strength.

Ring-a-ling-a-ling!

The pre-set alarm clock emitted a crisp reminder. Everyone stretched and woke up one after another.

"Slept well, but I'm starving. I need to have another big meal."

Son Goku had barely opened his eyes before he ran toward the lower deck of the ship where the food was stored.

"Gohan, Piccolo, aren't you two eating?"

There were only the three of them on this ship.

"I don't need to rely on food to replenish my energy." Despite what Piccolo said, his body was honest enough to walk down to the lower deck.

The food Bulma had prepared was all delicious and aromatic; even a Namekian who didn't need to eat couldn't resist it.

Son Gohan rubbed his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the space window. The green Planet Namek was right before their eyes, and they would arrive in an hour.

The three of them gorged themselves on food, beginning to enjoy their final moments of leisure.

"Gohan, what has your combat power reached now?" Piccolo asked casually as he took a sip of cola.

He looked at the cup in his hand and couldn't help but sigh: whoever invented this stuff was a genius. It looked like water, tasted sweet, and was truly satisfying.

"About ten million, I guess." Son Gohan picked up a piece of braised jelly and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hiss, that's strong. My combat power is only 2.58 million." Son Goku was eating a pancake wrapped in meat, his speech somewhat muffled.

"Are you two doing this on purpose? My combat power is only 1.91 million." Piccolo took a big gulp of cola and said indignantly.

"Mm, these noodles are delicious! You two should try them!" Son Goku didn't stop for a second.

"So flavorful!"

Son Gohan and Piccolo each picked up a bowl of noodles and started slurping them down.

On the spaceship behind them, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu were also enjoying a feast.

Their current combat power levels were:

Tien Shinhan, 190,000;

Krillin, 180,000;

Yamcha, 160,000;

Chiaotzu, 100,000.

On Planet Namek, the Ginyu Force and Cooler's Armored Squadron, faced with the provocation of the black giant ship, struck back without mercy.

These individuals usually conquered planets, burning, killing, and looting, striking fear into the hearts of countless people. Being shouted at like this by others for the first time, they naturally could not tolerate it.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Countless energy blasts exploded at the feet of the dense mass of soldiers. In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and limbs flew through the air.

The army, which appeared well-equipped, became as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow.

"Who dares to strike against Lord Slug's army!?"

Angila had gray-blue skin and two protruding antennae on his head; he was one of the three strongest warriors under Slug.

The other two stood beside him. Dorodabo was a demonic monster with a pair of wings, while Medamatcha was smaller in stature and looked similar to a frog.

None of the three wore scouters on their faces; clearly, their level of technology was not on par with the Frieza Force.

"Guldo, does that one who looks like a frog happen to be a relative of yours?" Burter nudged Guldo with his elbow.

"Go away!" Guldo was very angry, yet the more he looked, the more he felt he resembled the other person.

"Slug? This name sounds familiar; I think I've heard it before." Recoome tried hard to recall.

"It's actually him!" Ginyu was somewhat surprised.

"Slug is an evil Super Namekian who has occupied many planets on the edge of the universe. It is said that his strength is extremely formidable."

Salza's expression was not very good; at his rank, he knew a great deal of high-level intelligence.

Slug had begun to age many years ago, and his combat power had declined significantly.

"I hope he's near death from old age, otherwise..." Salza did not continue, already planning his retreat in his heart.

"I remember now too. He's just a Namekian; how strong could he be?" Recoome was as arrogant as ever.

"These three are not weak. Their combat power is completely on par with Dodoria and Zarbon."

Jeice measured the values of Angila and the others with his scouter; the screen displayed a combat power of over 20,000.

"I'll take them on by myself!" Recoome shot out like a cannonball.

"Don't think about hogging all the fun!" Burter and Jeice also charged forward.

It was a one-sided slaughter. Angila and the others had no ability to resist whatsoever.

"Who exactly are you people?"

Dorodabo was pinned under Recoome's foot. The pair of wings on his back had been torn off and thrown onto the ground, dripping with blood.

"The Ginyu Force." Recoome grinned, applied force with his foot, and with a bang, crushed Dorodabo.

Burter and Jeice also finished off their enemies at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the massive Slug army was left with only a commander without troops.

"I wonder if their boss can keep me entertained?" Recoome licked his lips and laughed cruelly.

"Swish!"

A breeze blew past them, bringing a hint of chill.

"Did the wind pick up?" Guldo looked up at the sky and saw no signs of the weather changing.

Salza's heart tightened inexplicably. Almost by instinct, he turned around sharply, and in an instant, the hair on his back stood on end.

"Someone's there!"

The remaining members of the Ginyu Force also sensed that something was wrong. They turned around in shock, their muscles tensed.

Unknown to them, a tall figure had appeared behind them.

The individual was draped in a dark, tattered magic robe, his face wrinkled and withered. He reached out a gnarled hand, picked up a Dragon Ball from the ground, and examined it carefully under the sun.

"Slug!" Dore exclaimed.

Dore had deep green skin and bulging muscles; he was the top fighter of Cooler's Armored Squadron.

"What... when did he get behind us?" Jeice's expression was grave to the extreme.

"It's impossible for him to be faster than me!" Burter, who claimed to have the fastest speed in the universe, hadn't even noticed the other's movement.

"It really is a Dragon Ball."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Slug's mouth as he muttered to himself: "In the depths of my memories, I vaguely recall something similar. It can grant any wish."

Like the guardian of Earth, when the environment on Planet Namek changed drastically and became uninhabitable, he had been sent to Planet Slug as an infant.

He was a mutant among Namekians, possessing a heart that was one hundred percent evil. After growing up, he conquered Planet Slug and assembled his own army.

"I shall read your memories." Slug stared at a surviving Namekian.

He stretched out his massive palm, and the Namekian felt a powerful suction force, his body flying toward Slug uncontrollably.

Golden light appeared on his large hand, and he read all the memories regarding the Dragon Balls.

"This is absolutely wonderful!"

Slug laughed happily and said in the Namekian language: "Come forth, Shenron, and grant my wish!"

Planet Namek instantly turned pitch black. The seven Dragon Balls erupted with blinding golden light simultaneously, converging into a massive beam of light that shot into the dark firmament.

The towering and massive Porunga covered the sky, his voice booming like thunder: "You who have gathered the seven Dragon Balls, state your wish!"

"You may make three wishes, and any wish can be granted!"