West City, Capsule Corporation.
Inside the vast manor, the Kami, Monaito, Granolah, Dende, and the Grand Elder were all present.
Granolah's gaze swept around the surroundings. The sheer size and technological sophistication of the vast estate filled him with a sense of both unfamiliarity and wonder.
But what he cared more about were the silent patrolling figures around the manor.
They were uniformly styled, moved with precision and efficiency, and exuded a cold metallic aura, completely sealing off the entire vast manor.
"Why choose this place?" Granolah finally couldn't help but whisper the question in her ear to the Kami beside her.
"The number of Namekians who are about to be resurrected is so huge that only the Manor of the Universal Capsule Company can accommodate it." There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the god.
"This place is safe enough."
He raised his hand and pointed to the Defender patrolling the perimeter.
"Those are Dr. Gero's ' Defender,' they will perfectly isolate us from the outside world, preventing our subsequent actions from causing unnecessary panic on Earth."
Granolah fell silent.
Is this the work of that guy named Turles again...?
After arriving on Earth, he encountered many things that overturned his understanding of the world.
The first thing that needs to be confirmed is...
Humans are indeed a gentle and kind race.
That is precisely why their various attitudes toward Frieza Force and the Saiyan are more representative of certain things.
This also shows that Earth was indeed protected by that Saiyan.
Even Planet Namek like that before.
The first to intervene and protect Planet Namek... was actually Frieza Force!
Granolah was incredibly heartbroken...
A mix of emotions...
On the lawn in the center of the manor, seven orange-yellow Dragon Ball were laid out; this was the second time they had collected Dragon Ball.
The first time, the bodies of the Namekian killed by Hera Warriors were transferred to Earth using the Dragon Ball.
Next, we'll revive them here.
Under a parasol not far away, Dr. Brief and his wife were leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, showing great interest in the miracle that was about to happen.
"Darling, do you think people will think our Capsule Corporation is working on some new invention?" Mrs. Briefs asked, elegantly sipping her tea.
"Very likely." Dr. Brief nodded.
Just then, the once clear sky turned dark.
Darkness instantly enveloped the Earth.
The Eternal Dragon's enormous head slowly emerged from the churning dark clouds, its two scarlet eyes like two giant lanterns.
"Tell me your wish, and any wish can be granted, but only one can be granted."
The majestic and grand voice of the Eternal Dragon resounded.
Even though it wasn't the first time she'd witnessed it, Granolah was still awestruck by the divine pressure emanating from it.
The Kami stepped forward, took a deep breath, and made a wish in the same solemn tone.
"Please resurrect all the Namekian killed by the Hera Clan and the Heeters!"
"This wish is very simple."
The majestic voice of the Eternal Dragon rang out once more.
The next second, its two giant, scarlet eyes suddenly burst forth with two blinding beams of red light!
A red light swept across the entire estate of the Capsule Corporation.
One after another, white lights appeared without warning, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
With each ray of light that faded, a Namekian would appear in the spot where it had been.
The Namekians, who had just been resurrected, had faces filled with bewilderment and terror.
They instinctively looked around, only to find themselves in a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by their fellow countrymen who, too, were filled with terror and should have been dead.
The crowd began to stir uncontrollably.
"Children, be quiet."
The voice seemed to possess a strange, magical power.
All the Namekian were in a commotion suddenly froze.
Following the sound, they all turned their gazes to the center of the manor.
The Grand Elder on the enormous stone throne.
Upon seeing the Grand Elder, everyone vaguely understood something.
It must be Dragon Ball!
They were resurrected by the Dragon Ball!
"The crisis has been averted."
The Grand Elder looked at his people, a relieved smile appearing on his aged face.
His voice was still weak, but it was enough to soothe the soul.
He slowly raised his hand, which was so thin it was just skin and bones, and waved it into the crowd.
" Moori."
Upon hearing the voice, the Namekian, who appeared the most composed, immediately stepped forward.
He was the eldest and most prestigious of the Grand Elder's children.
" Grand Elder!"
Moori approached the Grand Elder and bowed his head respectfully.
The Grand Elder looked at his children, a weak but incredibly gratified smile appearing on his wrinkled, aged face.
"Children, we are saved."
The Grand Elder raised his hand, trembling slightly, and pointed to the Kami and Monaito beside him.
"It was our compatriots who, with their wisdom and courage, helped us through this calamity."
The Kami and Monaito nodded slightly to the crowd.
Looking at the Grand Elder's arm, which he could barely lift, Moori felt a surge of indescribable sorrow.
He knew that the Grand Elder's life had burned to its last moment.
"Certainly..."
The Grand Elder took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and continued to give instructions.
"And the warriors of Frieza Force."
"They are still fighting for us on Planet Namek."
We must always remember their help.
The Grand Elder's gaze fell on Moori, his cloudy eyes filled with solemnity and entrustment.
" Moori, have you remembered this?"
The Grand Elder's tone sounded like he was giving his dying instructions.
Moori was also filled with sorrow.
He forced back his tears and nodded solemnly to the Grand Elder.
After giving instructions to his clansmen, the Grand Elder slowly turned his gaze to Monaito and Granolah, who were not far away.
He gently waved to the two of them, signaling them to come forward.
"Child."
The Grand Elder looked at Monaito, his wrinkled face bearing the gentleness and kindness characteristic of an elder.
What are your plans next?
"If not, Namekian will always be your family, Planet Namek will always be your home."
home...
Monaito was deeply moved by this.
He hadn't heard that word for far too long.
Granolah, standing to the side, had an extremely complicated expression.
He secretly hoped that his grandfather could live with his clansmen.
However, from his own perspective, he still felt somewhat lost.
Although he learned some of the truths about what happened back then from his grandfather, almost half of his hatred for Frieza Force was transferred to the Heeters.
However, it's still impossible to get him to accept the changes made by Frieza Force without any reservations, and the connection between Planet Namek and Frieza Force...
However, Granolah didn't want her emotions to affect her grandfather, so she skillfully suppressed them.
Just then!
"Well..."
The Grand Elder suddenly let out a muffled groan of pain.
His breathing became incredibly heavy and rapid in an instant.
That life force, which was already as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, began to dissipate at a visible rate.
" Grand Elder!"
The Kami and Dende's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately rushed forward.
The Grand Elder smiled and slowly raised his hand to stop them.
His face showed only calm and acceptance.
"No..."
"Actually, my life had already come to an end."
The Grand Elder's voice grew weaker and weaker, yet remained remarkably steady.
"I've been forcing myself to stay conscious, just to... preserve the last hope for survival on Planet Namek..."
"Now, my mission is complete."
Upon hearing this, all the Namekian present lowered their heads in sorrow.
A profound atmosphere of grief enveloped the entire manor.
On his deathbed.
The Grand Elder's gaze was fixed on the distant horizon.
"But..."
"I'm still waiting for someone..."
"I won't leave until I see him one last time..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
As if to confirm his words.
Turles appeared out of thin air before everyone, along with Son Goku and Piccolo...