Come Forth, Shenron

Two spaceships flew one after the other through the universe, heading toward Planet Namek.

The Z Fighters had finished training long ago and were fast asleep. They needed to be well-rested before facing a powerful enemy.

Ring, ring, ring!

The alarm they had set in advance rang out clearly. Everyone stretched and woke up.

"I slept well, but I'm starving. I'm going to have another big meal."

The moment Son Goku opened his eyes, he ran to the level below, where the food was stored.

"Gohan, Piccolo, aren't you two going to eat?"

There were only three of them aboard the spaceship.

"I don't need food to replenish my strength," Piccolo said, though his body honestly walked down to the lower level anyway.

Everything Bulma had prepared was delicious and looked and smelled wonderful. Even Namekians, who didn't need to eat, couldn't resist.

Son Gohan rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. The green Planet Namek was right before them, and they'd arrive in an hour.

The three of them ate heartily, enjoying their last bit of leisure.

"Gohan, what's your power level now?" Piccolo asked casually, taking a sip of cola.

Looking at the cup in his hand, he couldn't help thinking, Who came up with this stuff? It looks like water, but tastes sweet. This is great.

"About ten million," Son Gohan replied, stuffing a piece of braised starch jelly into his mouth.

"Whoa, that's strong! My power level's only 2.58 million." Son Goku was eating meat wrapped in flatbread, and his words came out a little garbled.

"You two are doing that on purpose, aren't you? My power level's only 1.91 million," Piccolo said grumpily, gulping down some cola.

"Mmm, this banmian is delicious. You two should try some!" Son Goku never stopped eating.

"It's got a great flavor!"

Son Gohan and Piccolo each picked up a bowl of banmian and slurped it down.

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

Their power levels were now:

Tien Shinhan: 190,000;

Krillin: 180,000;

Yamcha: 160,000;

Chiaotzu: 100,000.

On Planet Namek, the Ginyu Force and Cooler's Armored Squadron had answered the black warship's provocation without mercy.

They usually conquered planets, slaughtering and plundering until countless people trembled at the mention of them. This was the first time anyone had ever berated them like this, and they naturally couldn't stand it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless energy blasts exploded beneath the dark mass of soldiers. In an instant, bodies were mangled and limbs flew everywhere.

The well-equipped army crumpled like paper, utterly unable to put up a fight.

"Who dares attack Lord Slug's army?!"

Angila had gray-blue skin and two antennae protruding from his head. He was one of the three strongest fighters under Slug.

The other two stood beside him. Dorodabo was a monstrous demon with a pair of wings, while Medamatcha was small and looked like a frog.

None of the three wore Scouters, which clearly meant their technology was inferior to the Frieza Force's.

"Guldo, is that frog-looking guy one of your relatives?" Burter nudged Guldo with his elbow.

"Get lost!" Guldo was furious, but the more he looked, the more he felt he resembled the other guy.

"Slug? That name sounds familiar. I think I've heard it before," Recoome said, trying hard to remember.

"So it really is him!" Ginyu said, surprised.

"Slug is an evil Super Namekian who's occupied many planets on the edge of the universe. They say he's incredibly powerful."

Salza looked troubled. Given his rank, he knew a great deal of classified information.

Slug had started to grow old many years ago, and his power level had declined badly.

"Let's hope he's old enough to drop dead soon. Otherwise..." Salza trailed off, already considering retreat.

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

"Those three aren't weak. Their power levels are on par with Dodoria and Zarbon's."

Jeice had scanned the three with his Scouter. Its display showed power levels exceeding twenty thousand.

"I can take them all on myself!" Recoome sprang forward like a cannonball.

"Don't hog all the fun!" Burter and Jeice charged after him.

It was a one-sided slaughter. Angila and the other two couldn't fight back at all.

"Who are you people?"

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

"The Ginyu Special Corps." Recoome grinned, then pressed down with his foot and crushed Dorodabo with a bang.

Burter and Jeice had finished off their opponents at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the vast army of Planet Slug had been reduced to a lone commander.

"I wonder if their boss can give me a good fight." Recoome licked his lips and grinned cruelly.

"Whoosh!"

A breeze passed by them, bringing a hint of coolness.

"Did the wind pick up?" Guldo looked up at the sky, but there was no sign of a change in the weather.

Salza's heart clenched for no apparent reason. Almost instinctively, he spun around, and the hair on his back stood on end.

"Someone's here!"

The remaining members of the Ginyu Force sensed that something was wrong, too. They turned around in alarm, their muscles tensing.

At some point, a tall figure had appeared behind them.

He wore a tattered, dark cloak. His face was wrinkled and gaunt. He reached out a withered hand, picked up a Dragon Ball from the ground, and held it up to the sun, examining it carefully.

"Slug!" Dore cried out.

Dore had dark green skin and bulging muscles. He was the strongest fighter in Cooler's Armored Squadron.

"H-When did he get behind us?" Jeice's expression turned grim.

"Impossible! He couldn't have moved faster than me!" Burter was known as the fastest in the universe, yet he hadn't even noticed the other man's movements.

"So it really is a Dragon Ball."

A wicked smile curled across Slug's lips. He murmured, "Deep in my memories, I vaguely recall something like this. It can grant any wish."

Like Earth's Guardian, he'd been sent to Planet Slug as a baby when the environment on Planet Namek changed drastically and became uninhabitable.

He was a mutant among the Namekians, possessed of a completely evil heart. When he grew up, he conquered Planet Slug and formed an army of his own.

"I'm going to read your memories," Slug said, staring at a surviving Namekian.

He held out a massive hand. The Namekian felt a powerful force pulling at him, and his body flew toward Slug against his will.

Golden light appeared in Slug's palm. He read every memory the Namekian had about the Dragon Balls.

"Wonderful!"

Slug laughed delightedly and spoke in Namekian: "Come forth, Shenron! Grant my wish!"

Planet Namek plunged into darkness. The seven Dragon Balls blazed with dazzling golden light, converging into a gigantic pillar that shot toward the dark sky.

The towering, colossal Porunga filled the heavens. His voice boomed like thunder: "You who have gathered the seven Dragon Balls, speak your wish!"

"You may make three wishes. Any wish can be granted!"