The sun hung heavy over West City, its golden rays piercing the haze above Capsule Corp's sprawling estate. Within the 100x gravity room, the air thrummed with tension—metal walls groaned under invisible weight, the floor trembling as Goku drove his fists into the void. Sweat streaked his orange gi, dampening spiky black hair, his breaths sharp and ragged. Goku: 50 million (base). Life had shifted since the Saiyan invasions—Chi-Chi's stern gaze, Gohan's crib, a farmer's meager haul barely feeding their bottomless appetites. Yamcha scraped by on baseball bets, Krillin patrolled streets for a cop's wage—heroes adrift, their pride intact but pockets empty.
Renkai stood at the threshold, boots planted firm, his mind churning with a solution. Bulma's wealth loomed—a vault unopened while friends faltered. He'd seen Chi-Chi's strain—three days of Goku's fishing, two of idleness, her family's dwindling inheritance stretched thin by Saiyan hunger. Gohan's future weighed on her, a scholar's path her shield against poverty. No more, Renkai resolved, stepping into the chamber. The gravity tugged at him—Renkai: 42 trillion—a mere whisper against his might.
"Goku," he called, voice slicing through the hum. The Saiyan froze mid-strike, pivoting with a grin that split his weary face. "Big brother! What brings you here?" His fists unclenched, curiosity sparking in his dark eyes.
Renkai's form shimmered, scales rippling as he shifted to his humanoid dragon state—cyan skin gleaming, red eyes piercing the dimness. "Got an idea—need your ear." His tone carried weight, a quiet storm brewing beneath the calm.
Goku's grin widened, fists clenching anew. "A fight? I've been pushing hard—let's see who's tougher!" Since the 23rd Budokai, Renkai had sidestepped their rematch, a challenge Goku craved like air.
"Later," Renkai said, raising a hand, scales glinting. "First, business—I'm setting up a Security Department for Capsule Corp. You, Yamcha, Krillin—join me. Steady pay, light work, keeps Chi-Chi off your back." His gaze softened, reading Goku's flicker of relief. "No handouts—just a job. You've earned it."
Goku scratched his head, grin faltering into thought. "Security, huh? Sounds good—Chi-Chi's been on me about Gohan's books. Farming's… slow." His voice dipped, pride wrestling with necessity. "I'm in, brother."
"Good," Renkai nodded, clapping his shoulder. "Tell the others—starts tomorrow." He paused, then added, "One more thing—a wish. Send me to Captain Ginyu."
Goku blinked, tilting his head. "Another wish? Last one was Chi-Chi's youth… Ginyu, huh?" He nodded, earnest. "Okay—send big brother to—"
Ding! A chime cut through, sharp in Renkai's mind. Parallel Dragon Ball world detected—seven projections gathered, summoning initiated. He grimaced, interrupting. "Hold it—got a call." The system's pull tugged, urgent and unyielding.
"Aw, shoot—back to training then!" Goku laughed, darting to the controls, gravity cranking higher as the door hissed shut. Renkai pivoted, striding to Bulma's lab—tools clattered, her blue hair a wild halo under fluorescent light. "Wife," he said, voice softening as she looked up, smiling.
"Back so soon?" she teased, wiping grease from her cheek. He crossed the room, kissing her forehead. "Leaving again—won't be long." Golden light flared, swallowing him whole, her "Be safe" echoing as he vanished.
Giant Namek loomed in the cosmos, its triple suns casting an eerie glow over verdant seas and jagged peaks. A shadow crept closer—Cooler's flagship, a sleek monolith of steel and menace, dwarfing Frieza's donut craft in both size and threat. Inside, Cooler stood at the porthole, crimson eyes glinting, lizard tail swaying lazily. Cooler: 4.7 billion (base). His armor gleamed sharper, deadlier—a king's mantle over Frieza's princely sheen. Shaviza knelt behind, teal skin taut with deference, voice low. "King Cooler, our intel's solid—Frieza's on Namek, chasing wishing beads said to grant any desire."
Cooler's laugh hissed, cold and cutting. "My sweet little brother—keeping secrets from his elder? Dragon Balls, are they called? If I hadn't tapped his comms, this mudball's treasure would've stayed his alone." His gaze traced Namek's curve, ambition igniting. Frieza sought Shenron—immortality, no doubt, a coward's dream. Cooler craved more—power absolute, uncontested.
Shaviza hesitated, throat bobbing. "King Cooler… attacking Frieza's Legion—this could—" His words faltered under Cooler's stare, a predator sizing prey.
"Get me those beads, and Frieza's blood's a bonus," Cooler snapped, tail flicking. "Family's nothing to us Frozen Demons—Frieza wouldn't lift a claw for Father, nor I for him. Do it." His tone brooked no dissent, a ruler's command forged in ice.
"Understood," Shaviza bowed, retreating to relay the order. Cooler turned back to the porthole, musing. "Once I've stripped Frieza bare, Namek's ours—scour it. More treasures might lurk." His lips curled, a conqueror's smirk.
Below, Namek burned. Frieza's Legion had descended first—villages razed, Namekians slaughtered, giant Dragon Balls pried from elder hands. Frieza: 4 billion (base). His scouts clutched one orb, blood staining their claws, when Cooler's ship breached orbit. Unprepared, Frieza's forces scattered as mecha troops—Cooler's elite—tore through, metal limbs rending flesh and steel alike. Dragon Balls switched hands, Frieza's men falling in droves.
"This cur—Cooler?!" Frieza snarled, clutching a single orb, his hoverchair abandoned for his final form—smooth, white, glutinous head gleaming. Frieza: 5 billion (final). Rage boiled as his brother's betrayal sank in, his Legion crumbling under mecha assault.
Cooler descended, silver form glinting—Cooler: 5.5 billion (enhanced). Their clash was brief, brutal—Frieza's beams met Cooler's fists, Namek quaking under their fury. A blast severed Frieza's arm, a kick snapped his leg—he fell, broken, retreating to a cave as Cooler's troops seized the planet. Namekians dwindled to ghosts, Frieza's forces to corpses.
Ginyu arrived late—Ginyu: 120,000—summoned in desperation, finding carnage. "King Frieza!" he bellowed, dodging mecha blades, loyalty driving him through the chaos. In a shadowed cave, he found him—Frieza, crippled, breath shallow, final form fading. "Captain…" Frieza rasped, eyes dim with defeat.
Renkai's light flared above, unseen, the summons complete—Namek's ruin his new stage.
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