When Monaito's aged voice faded, and he finished recounting that long-buried story, everyone fell into a brief silence.
Granolah kept his head down, and no one could see his expression.
He lived his entire life consumed by hatred for Frieza Force and the Saiyan.
Now he learns that one of the Saiyan he most wants to take revenge on is actually his savior.
And the son of his savior was standing alive right in front of him.
Monaito looked at his grandson, who was caught in an emotional turmoil, and a look of pity crossed his eyes. He knew it was cruel, but he had to continue.
" Granolah, do you understand?"
"From beginning to end, the only organization that coveted the resources of our Planet Cereal was the Heeters!"
"It was them who drew the Saiyan sword; it was they who were the true culprits who destroyed our home!"
Monaito let out a long sigh, as if to expel the weight of the past decades.
"Those vicious Saiyan received their just deserts long ago with the destruction of Planet Vegeta."
"And the Heeters has now reaped what it sowed, suffering total annihilation."
The culprit has been executed.
Having untangled this complex chain of hatred, Monaito slowly turned his gaze to Turles and Son Goku beside him, his tone carrying a hint of relief, and even more so, a hint of expectation.
"If it's Bardock's child..."
"I believe you can change everything that Frieza Force has brought about."
Granolah isn't stupid.
He instantly understood all the good intentions behind his grandfather's words.
Beliefs and expectations are all stepping stones!
Grandpa just didn't want him to fight against the behemoth that is Frieza Force again, only to lose his life in vain!
Granolah clenched her teeth tightly.
He was absolutely grateful to the Bardock family for saving his life.
But this doesn't mean he can erase all his resentment towards Frieza Force.
Well then... let's leave it at that for now.
At least on the surface, he couldn't implicate his grandfather.
To spare her grandfather further worry, Granolah slowly and with great difficulty loosened her clenched, numb fists.
He closed his eyes, burying all his resentment, humiliation, and confusion deep in his heart.
Silence replaced compromise.
Turles observed the entire interaction between the grandfather and grandson, then casually waved his hand, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Of course, as long as you want a peaceful solution, Frieza Force can provide assistance and resource compensation at any level, whether it's rebuilding your homes or anything else."
Seeing that a crisis had been averted, the Grand Elder's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he let out a long breath.
Turles ' attention returned to the Grand Elder.
He watched the other person's rapidly fading breath, like a candle flickering in the wind, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
" Grand Elder, your condition..."
The Grand Elder shook his head with a carefree smile, his cloudy eyes filled with calm and composure.
"It's alright."
My time has come.
"It's time to leave."
These words caused all the Namekian present to lower their heads in sorrow.
Turles hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"You know the current situation on Planet Namek."
"The earth has cracked open, lava is flowing everywhere, and it has been completely reduced to ruins. Without the power of the Dragon Ball, it would take an extremely long time to recover naturally."
Turles's original intention was to offer the Legion infrastructure assistance to help them rebuild their homes.
However, the Grand Elder unexpectedly shook his head once again.
"No..."
"Perhaps we won't go back there..."
" Moori."
He called out to Moori again.
Moori looked sorrowful as he awaited his final words.
"Where there are Namekian, that is our home."
The Grand Elder's voice was faint, yet perfectly clear.
Planet Namek is no longer safe.
"After this disaster, our home has been completely exposed to the gaze of the entire universe."
Turles, standing to the side, frowned slightly and interjected.
"If it's a security issue, Frieza Force can provide absolute protection."
"As long as you return to Planet Namek, I can guarantee that, within my capabilities, no external force will dare to interfere with you."
Given the current power of Frieza Force in the North Galaxy, and with his reputation General Turles, this is by no means empty talk.
Upon hearing this, Moori understood perfectly and politely declined Turles's offer on behalf of the Grand Elder.
He raised his head, his attitude gentle.
" General Turles, we thank you for your kindness."
"However, the Namekian are a race that yearns for peace."
"A life where one is constantly feared and watched by the entire universe goes against our philosophy of non-contention."
"We don't need to be anyone's vassal, nor do we want to be protected rare animals."
"We just want to find a place where we can live and thrive undisturbed."
Turles fell silent.
He looked at Moori's gentle yet resolute face, and at the Namekian around him who, though sad, had clear eyes.
Suddenly, I realized that my suggestion, which sounded like a condescending act of charity, seemed rather ridiculous.
These guys...
Turles did not press the matter further, ultimately setting aside the arrogance befitting a strongman and choosing to respect their decision.
The Grand Elder looked at Turles, a hint of approval flashing in his cloudy eyes.
The two exchanged a silent glance.
That one glance transcended race and political stance.
It can be seen as a silent farewell and recognition between a wise man whose career is about to end and a rising hegemon.
The Grand Elder slowly raised his withered hand and solemnly placed it on Moori's head.
"From this day forward, you are the new Grand Elder of Planet Namek."
A dazzling green light surged forth without reservation from the Grand Elder's already exhausted body.
Like a rushing river, it continuously flowed Moori Mulin's body.
That is the succession of the position of Grand Elder.
The knowledge accumulated throughout the life of the Grand Elder.
All the Namekian present could no longer suppress their grief, and suppressed sobs echoed throughout the manor.
With the transfer of the last bit of energy.
Under the sorrowful gazes of the crowd, the Grand Elder's aged body began to turn transparent.
His body is decomposing.
Transformed into countless sparkling points of light.
The stone seat was completely empty.
The Earth's sky seemed to darken as well...