The Namekian ground cracked under the weight of the three combatants' power. Frieza, battered and bloodied, growled with primal rage as he floated above the unstable planet. His sleek final form was showing its limits, veins bulging across his body as he pushed himself to 100% power.
"You… you filthy monkeys!" Frieza spat, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and desperation. "Do you honestly think you've won?!"
Bell stood tall beside Goku, his mismatched eyes gleaming—one a deep, silvery blue and the other an intense purple, radiating his Destroyer energy. He didn't respond to Frieza's taunts, his energy calm but deadly, like a coiled serpent ready to strike. Goku, golden-haired and glowing with the brilliance of Super Saiyan, glanced at his ally.
"Bell, this guy won't stop," Goku said, his voice steady despite the immense battle they had fought. "If we let him go, he'll come back and kill more innocent people."
Bell nodded, his expression somber. "I know. But I can feel something… off about him." He narrowed his eyes at Frieza. "He's planning something. He doesn't intend to leave this planet alive without taking us down with him."
Frieza's laughter cut through their conversation. "Perceptive as always, aren't you?" His body glowed as his energy flared violently. "If I'm going to die, I'll make sure to take all of you with me!"
Before Goku or Bell could react, Frieza's hand thrust downward, unleashing a devastating energy blast toward the planet's core. The ground split, and magma erupted as the planet trembled violently.
Goku's eyes widened in shock. "What did you do?!"
Frieza smirked. "Namek's core is destabilized. In mere moments, this planet will implode! Let's see you survive that!"
The ground beneath them gave way as the planet began its death throes. Goku clenched his fists, his golden aura flaring as he prepared to charge at Frieza, but Bell stopped him with an outstretched hand.
"Goku," Bell said, his voice firm, "you need to leave."
"What?! I'm not leaving you here!" Goku protested, his gaze locked on his companion.
Bell shook his head. "This is bigger than you or me. Someone has to make sure this monster is erased, or he'll just come back stronger. You've got people waiting for you. Take this."
Bell materialized a small, reinforced pod with a flick of his fingers and pushed Goku inside.
"Bell, don't—"
"I can breathe in space," Bell said, cutting him off. "You can't. I'll find my way back. Trust me."
The pod sealed itself around a reluctant Goku, and Bell launched it into the sky. He watched it disappear into the atmosphere before turning back to Frieza.
"You think you can escape me?!" Frieza roared, charging at Bell with all his remaining strength.
Bell sidestepped the attack, his movements precise and fluid. His aura darkened, the destructive energy of Hakai radiating from his body. "No more second chances, Frieza."
Before Frieza could react, Bell blitzed him with blinding speed, appearing just inches from the tyrant's face. "Hakai."
The single word carried the weight of absolute destruction. Frieza's body began to disintegrate, pixelating into nothingness as the energy of Hakai consumed him completely. The tyrant's screams echoed into silence as he was erased from existence.
The planet's core gave out, and Namek exploded in a brilliant, fiery flash. Bell, his body shielded by his Destroyer energy, floated in the vacuum of space, holding tightly to Goku's pod. He propelled himself toward the nearest habitable planet, his energy guiding him like a beacon.
After what felt like hours, Bell landed on a lush, unfamiliar world. Goku was still unconscious inside the pod. Bell placed a hand on Goku's chest, healing him with a faint glow of energy.
As the adrenaline left his veins, Bell leaned against a nearby tree and closed his eyes, succumbing to exhaustion.
Bell awoke to the sound of murmuring voices. Opening his eyes, he saw a group of small, humanoid creatures with pinkish skin and elongated heads. Their leader, an elder Yadratian named Pybara, stepped forward.
"Strangers," Pybara said, his tone kind but cautious. "You've come far, and you bring great energy with you. What is your purpose here?"
Goku, now awake and sitting beside Bell, scratched his head sheepishly. "We didn't mean to land here. Our planet was destroyed, and we were just looking for somewhere safe."
Pybara studied them for a moment before smiling. "You are welcome here. Perhaps the spirits have guided you to us for a reason."
Over the next few days, the Yadratians introduced Goku and Bell to their unique techniques, including Instant Transmission, Spirit Control, Forced Spirit Fission, and more.
Bell's progress astonished the Yadratians. In mere days, he mastered techniques that took their people years to perfect. Pybara watched in awe as Bell demonstrated flawless Spirit Cloning, creating identical duplicates of himself, each capable of independent action.
"You are unlike any warrior we've encountered," Pybara said.
Bell shrugged. "I've had to adapt quickly my entire life. This world's techniques are fascinating, though. I'll teach Goku so he can catch up."
Goku grinned. "Thanks, Bell! With these techniques, we'll be unstoppable!"
By the time their training was complete, Goku had learned to utilize Instant Transmission and improved his ability to control his ki along with a slight mastery in the other techniques like healing and the like. Bell, meanwhile, had refined his Destroyer energy and reached a state of constant Mastered Ultra Instinct.
The Yadratians bid them farewell with warm smiles. "Remember," Pybara said, "true strength lies not in destruction but in balance. May your journey lead you to peace."
Bell nodded. "Thank you for everything."
After months on Yardrat, Bell and Goku returned to Earth. They arrived slightly off course, sensing a strong power signature nearby. As they approached, they witnessed a young man with lavender hair dispatching King Cold and his soldiers effortlessly.
The young man turned to face them, lowering his sword. "Who are you?" he asked cautiously.
"We could ask you the same," Bell replied, his tone calm but curious.
Their brief conversation revealed little, as the mysterious warrior was careful with his words. Piccolo, overhearing from afar, decided to keep the group focused on the impending threat rather than this enigmatic figure.
When Trunks delivered his warning and Goku explained the situation to the group, Bell stepped in with a plan. "We have three years. Let's not waste them. Bulma, you're coming with us."
"Me?" Bulma asked, startled.
"You've unlocked incredible potential," Bell said. "It's time you learned to use it."
The three entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, where time flowed differently. For two days outside, they trained for two years within.
Bell focused on mastering his Destroyer energy and enhancing his combat techniques, while Goku refined his Super Saiyan form and worked on maintaining Ultra Instinct.
Bulma surprised them both. With guidance from Bell, she learned Cloning, Healing, and Forced Spirit Fission, her sharp mind making up for her lack of combat experience. By the end of their time in the chamber, her power level had risen to an astonishing 2,500.
After leaving the chamber, the trio traveled the Earth, seeking out new fighting styles and refining their abilities. They encountered martial artists, studied ancient texts, and honed their skills in both combat and strategy.
By the end of the three years, Bell and Goku had reached levels of power and understanding that far surpassed their previous limits. Bulma, too, had grown into a formidable fighter and strategist, her strength and intellect making her an invaluable ally.
The stage was set. The androids were coming, but the Earth's defenders were ready.
Flashback to during the three Year training:
Goku landed softly on the grass outside a small clearing where Piccolo and Gohan had been training. Gohan's eyes lit up as he saw his father.
"Dad!" Gohan shouted, rushing toward him.
Goku laughed, scooping his son into a bear hug. "Hey, Gohan! You've gotten so strong!"
Piccolo stood nearby, arms crossed. "You're late. Again."
Goku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry about that. Training got intense. But hey, I'm back now, right?"
Piccolo smirked. "For now, at least."
Goku grinned and waved. "Come on, let's head back to the house. Chi-Chi's probably worried sick."
The trio arrived at Goku's house, where Chi-Chi stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. Her expression shifted from relief to fury in an instant.
"GOKU!" she yelled, storming toward him.
"Hey, Chi-Chi!" Goku said with a wide grin. "I'm back!"
Chi-Chi pulled him into a tight hug, her fists pounding on his chest. "You big idiot! You've been gone for so long! Do you know how worried I've been? And you left Gohan with Piccolo again! What were you thinking?!"
"I was training…" Goku started, but Chi-Chi cut him off with a glare that could melt steel.
"Training?! You're always training! What about your family?!"
Goku's grin faltered, and he scratched the back of his head. "Uh, sorry, Chi-Chi…"
Chi-Chi eventually calmed down, though she kept muttering under her breath about irresponsible husbands. Goku hesitated before speaking.
"Chi-Chi, I gotta tell you something."
Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow. "What now?"
"There's another threat coming," Goku said, his tone serious. "I need to train even harder to protect everyone. It's going to take some time, but I have to do it."
Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed. "Another threat? And you're just going to leave again, aren't you?"
"Well…" Goku started, but Chi-Chi interrupted him with a sly smile.
"Fine," she said, surprising Goku.
"Fine?" he repeated, blinking.
"Yes, fine. But on one condition." Chi-Chi leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sweet tone that made Goku nervous. "I'm coming with you."
Goku's jaw dropped. "W-What?"
"I've been sitting at home for too long while you're off fighting and training. I want to fight too! I've been training myself, you know." She poked his chest. "And when this is all over, I want another baby."
Goku froze, his brain short-circuiting. "Another… baby?"
Chi-Chi crossed her arms and nodded confidently. "That's right. You're not going to just run off and leave me again without giving me something to keep me busy."
Goku scratched his head, his confusion giving way to a laugh. "Alright, Chi-Chi. If that's what you want, you're coming with me!"
Meanwhile, Bell and Bulma's bond had grown deeper over the months of training. What started as mutual respect for each other's intelligence and skills turned into something more profound. They spent long hours together, both training and working on new inventions.
One night, after an exhausting day of sparring and brainstorming, Bell and Bulma sat together on a hill overlooking a starry sky. Bulma leaned against Bell, her voice soft.
"You know, Bell," she said, "I never thought I'd feel this close to someone like this."
Bell looked down at her, his mismatched eyes softening. "Neither did I. But I'm glad I met you."
Months later, their relationship took another step forward, and Bulma discovered she was pregnant. Bell was both surprised and overjoyed, though he took the news with his usual calm demeanor.
Their child was born a year before the Androids were supposed to arrive—a bright-eyed baby with a sharp mind and boundless energy.
Despite the birth of Bell and Bulma's child, Trunks from the future remained unchanged. The timelines were not directly connected, allowing both realities to coexist without interference. This world now stood on its own, with its own unique heroes and challenges ahead.
As the three-year period neared its end, the Z Fighters prepared for the arrival of the Androids, their training and bonds making them stronger than ever.