The sky above New Namek remains shrouded in endless darkness.
The colossal Eternal Dragon Porunga hovered high in the sky, its massive body almost blocking out all light. Its scarlet dragon eyes were lowered, looking down at the tiny Namekian on the ground.
Please tell me your third wish.
The Eternal Dragon's voice, like rolling thunder, resounded in everyone's heart.
Whatever your wish is, I can help you fulfill it.
Grand Elder Mulin turned around and looked at the clansmen behind him, his aged voice questioning.
"Is there anything else that anyone can help Porunga?"
The Namekian looked at each other, then shook their heads slightly.
The current crisis seemed to have found hope of resolution with Piccolo's departure, and they couldn't think of anything else they needed.
A brief silence fell over the room.
Just then, Dende stepped out from the crowd.
He looked up at the enormous Eternal Dragon, his expression solemn.
" Grand Elder, perhaps... we can ask Porunga to help us take precautions."
Grand Elder Mulin cast an inquiring glance his way.
Dende continued, "If... I mean if, those evil warriors from Hell really do invade us, then let Lord Porunga teleport us all to another safe, habitable planet."
His proposal surprised all the Namekian.
Grand Elder Mulin pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily.
Dende is right; you should always prepare for the worst.
" Porunga, do as Dende says."
"This wish is very simple."
Porunga's scarlet dragon eyes suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light.
A booming voice rang out again.
"I have placed a conditionally triggered teleportation force on all of you. Once the aura of Hell is detected approaching, you will be automatically teleported away from this planet."
All your wishes have been fulfilled.
"Well then, I'll be going now!"
Grand Elder Mulin bowed slightly to the Eternal Dragon: "Thank you, Porunga."
As soon as he finished speaking, Porunga's enormous body transformed into thousands of golden specks of light before everyone's eyes and vanished with a bang.
The darkness that had enveloped the sky faded away, and the sky instantly returned to its cloudless, clear state.
The seven Dragon Ball on the ground lost all their luster and turned into seven ordinary gray stones.
Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.
Grand Elder Mulin turned around, but his gaze fell on Monaito seemed somewhat distracted in the crowd.
" Monaito, do you look troubled?"
Grand Elder Mulin's concerned inquiry brought Monaito back to her senses.
He frowned slightly and shook his head hesitantly.
"It doesn't seem like... much of a problem."
Monaito sighed, a hint of unease in his voice.
"I just feel a little uneasy..."
Granolah returned to Planet Cereal a few days ago, saying she was worried about an invasion there.
He raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.
"That place is, after all, our hometown. He wanted to go back and protect it from destruction, and I know that's the right thing to do."
"But for some reason, I always feel like something's not right..."
Upon hearing this, Grand Elder Mulin stepped forward and gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Given the current situation, with the entire universe in dire straits, it's normal to be worried."
Grand Elder Mulin offered gentle words of comfort.
"However, I remember that Planet Cereal is a planet relatively close to Frieza Force's territory."
"Now that General Turles is implementing the new order, the security of the universe has improved a lot. Perhaps we can find better protection there!"
After listening, Monaito's worry did not completely disappear; he merely nodded reluctantly.
"Perhaps..."
The scene changes.
Planet Cereal.
At the summit of a mountain with a panoramic view.
With his hands behind his back, Elec coldly withdrew his gaze from the still-spreading sea of fire and smoke below.
He turned around.
Behind him, Maki and Oil also turned around at the same time.
The group started walking and headed straight for the back.
There, a short figure dressed in strange clothes and with a huge head was bound tightly to the ground by ropes made of energy.
It was Zuno, the all-knowing one.
His face was bruised and swollen, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth; he had clearly been severely beaten.
Elec walked up to him and looked down at him.
"Mr. Zuno, have you decided what to say now?"
His voice was soft, yet it sent a shiver down Zuno's spine, who was bound tightly to the ground by energy ropes.
Zuno's enormous head was bruised and swollen, with dried blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had just experienced a rather unpleasant "exchange."
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything you want to ask!"
"Well..."
Elec shook his head insincerely and let out a regretful sigh.
"If Mr. Zuno had cooperated earlier, he wouldn't have had to suffer so much."
He crouched down, meeting Zuno's fear-filled eyes at eye level, his smile unchanged.
"Then please say it."
"The location of the Dragon Ball!"
Elec's tone remained gentle, but his eyes revealed a greedy and burning desire for power.
Upon hearing the words " Dragon Ball," Zuno paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.
A strange expression appeared on his enormous face, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
His voice trembled as he answered cautiously.
"You... what you call the Dragon Ball..."
"There aren't any left..."
These words were spoken.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
The smile on Elec's face vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression.
Jass, who had remained silent until now, moved the moment he saw Elec's expression change.
He grabbed Zuno by the collar and lifted him high into the air!
Elec slowly stood up, and his smile returned.
This time, however, his smile was devoid of any warmth.
"Mr. Zuno, my patience has its limits!"
"If you're not going to tell the truth, we might... not give you another chance to speak!"
Zuno's expression changed drastically; he was terrified!
He struggled frantically, flailing his arms and legs, squeezing out hoarse, broken screams from his throat.
"It's... it's really gone!"
"There are no more Dragon Ball on this planet! I mean it!"
The four siblings looked at each other in bewilderment.
They looked at the cowardly, legendary Lord Zuno.
From his extreme fear and despair, they could tell that this guy really didn't seem to be lying.
Unbeknownst to them, at that very moment, on another mountain peak far away, an eye was watching them through a scope.