The three blazing suns on Namek illuminated the terrain in all their brilliance. Raditz stood on the edge of his ship's ramp, surveying the horizon one last time. His wishes had been made, and his power was now far beyond anything he'd ever dreamed. But it was time to leave.
Raditz clenched his fists, his aura flickering faintly. I've done what I needed here. The rest of this fight belongs to Kakarot and the others. He thought of his younger brother, the Saiyan whose potential always seemed endless. Kakarot will fight Frieza, and he will become the Super Saiyan that legends spoke of. I don't need to interfere.
But Raditz's heart burned with determination. The legendary transformation was something he too desired. He'd thought of it often in the quiet moments. Yet, he understood something vital—power transformations only multiplied what was already there. If his base power wasn't exceptional, no transformation would truly make him the strongest.
Inside his ship, Raditz sat in the pilot's seat, his sharp eyes studying a small monitor. A notepad, scrawled with figures, rested beside him. He had been meticulously calculating the timeline since his arrival on Namek.
"When I died, it was Age 761," Raditz muttered, tapping the screen. "Vegeta and Nappa reached Earth in Age 762, early in the year. That means Kakarot and the others will come to Namek by mid-762."
He ran a hand through his long hair, now tied back neatly. "The dragon balls need 130 days to regenerate after a wish. That gives me time to destroy Frieza's forces and be gone long before Vegeta and Frieza arrive. I'll leave Kakarot to handle the rest. It's his destiny, after all."
Raditz smirked as he adjusted the ship's flight trajectory. He had no intention of disrupting the main timeline. I've done enough damage as it is. No need to ruin things now.
Before leaving Namek, Raditz retrieved a device from one of the defeated scouts. It was a communicator—a compact radio linked to Frieza's network. Its frequencies were encrypted, but his older memories from working under Frieza made decoding it easy.
With the device, Raditz tracked down hidden outposts and bases scattered across Namek. These were minor strongholds, far from the central operations where Frieza's elites gathered.
"These places are cancerous infestations," Raditz growled, crushing the communicator in his hand. "Destroying them won't just hurt Frieza; it will give the Namekians a chance to rebuild."
Raditz's ship soared over Namek's emerald plains, its engines humming softly. Guided by the radio's coordinates, he systematically targeted Frieza's hidden bases.
The first outpost was a fortress dug into the side of a rocky cliff. Raditz hovered high above it, observing as soldiers patrolled below. Without hesitation, he descended, landing in the middle of the camp with a thundering impact.
"Who the hell are you?" barked a soldier, raising his blaster.
Raditz didn't answer. His aura flared golden-red, and in a blur of motion, he destroyed the blaster with a flick of his wrist.
"Run or fight," Raditz said coldly. "Either way, this place is coming down."
The battle was swift and brutal. The soldiers, though numerous, were no match for Raditz's overwhelming power. Energy blasts tore through the facility, reducing it to rubble. Raditz stood in the wreckage, his armor singed but his resolve unshaken.
As Raditz flew back to his ship, he paused to hover above Namek's serene landscape. The planet's vibrant hues felt oddly calming, a stark contrast to the battles he'd been fighting.
This power… it's intoxicating, Raditz thought, clenching his fists. But I can't let it control me. My goal isn't just strength—it's mastery. Every fight I take must push me closer to the top.
He thought of the Super Saiyan transformation again. The golden warrior of legend… If Kakarot can achieve it, so can I. But I need my base power to be unmatched first. Transformations are just shortcuts if the foundation isn't strong.
Raditz's ship powered up as he prepared to leave. He glanced back at the horizon, where Namek's villages dotted the landscape. The bond he had forged with the Namekians was unexpected but undeniable. They had treated him with gratitude, even reverence, despite his rough edges.
"Take care of your planet," Raditz muttered as he activated the ship's thrusters. "You've got a long fight ahead, but Kakarot and the others will protect you."
The ship rose into the atmosphere, leaving Namek's surface behind. Raditz set his course for the outer reaches of the galaxy, far from Frieza's watchful eye.
As the ship entered hyperspace, Raditz sat back, his thoughts racing. He had accomplished much in a short time, but there was still more to do. Destroying Frieza's forces had weakened the tyrant's grip, but it wouldn't stop him entirely.
"Frieza… Vegeta… Kakarot…" Raditz muttered, staring out at the endless void of space. "The universe is changing, and I'll be ready when it does."
His scouter, now modified with parts from the alien ship, beeped faintly. Raditz smirked, adjusting the device. "Let's see where my next challenge takes me."
The Saiyan warrior closed his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of rest. He had left Namek behind, but his journey was far from over. The galaxy was vast, and Raditz was determined to carve his name into its history.