Raditz grasped Baby's failing form with one hand, and a surge of psychic power rushed inward—forcibly extracting the parasitic entity from Broly's body. The lavender figure slid out like viscous liquid, unable to escape Raditz's divine perception. With his other hand, Raditz immediately trapped the exposed parasite within a barrier of compressed mental force.
"You cannot escape now. I'm sorry for what you've endured, but this ends here. Farewell." Raditz slowly clenched his open palm into a fist. As his grip tightened, the psychic restraints intensified proportionally, compressing Baby completely until there remained no room to breathe or move.
Yet Baby neither screamed nor begged for mercy. A hint of desperate pleading appeared on his distorted features. "Take... me... to Planet Tuffle..."
Did he wish to see his restored homeworld one final time?
Raditz's expression remained impassive, but he honored the dying request—teleporting instantly to Planet Tuffle, recently restored by the Namekian Dragon Balls. The world appeared quiet and peaceful, covered with vast virgin forests interspersed with gleaming high-tech structures that reached toward the heavens. Towering spires exceeded mountain peaks in height, their tips seeming to pierce the cloud layer. A perfectly round full moon hung suspended in the night sky, bright white moonlight spreading across the earth like flowing liquid silver.
So the nearest full moon was actually here on Planet Tuffle... Raditz thought with ironic amusement, marveling at how strangely fate operated.
Baby gazed upon his people's restored homeworld, an indescribable expression filling his eyes—perhaps peace, perhaps regret, perhaps satisfaction that it existed once more.
Raditz clenched his fist completely. Overwhelming psychic power transmitted through the barrier, erasing Baby's existence with pure mental force until his entire being dissolved into absolute nothingness.
Broly lay sprawled on the ground nearby, completely exhausted. He only regained strength after Raditz fed him a Senzu Bean.
Gazing upon Planet Tuffle beneath the clear wind and luminous moon, Raditz gradually calmed, his Super Saiyan 4 transformation receding as he returned to normal base form.
The ultimate power of Super Saiyan 4 disappeared physically, but that profound sensation remained vividly imprinted in his consciousness. Having already comprehended Super Saiyan God through experience and training, understanding Super Saiyan 4 wouldn't present overwhelming difficulty for current Raditz. Given sufficient practice time, he could master the transformation completely.
Broly stood up, looking around with obvious confusion. "Raditz, where did everyone else go?"
"They should all be recovered by now."
"Is Rukon alright? Is he with Zangya and the others?" Broly asked.
Raditz narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, his lengthened black hair—still present from his transformation—fluttering gently in the breeze. "We'll find them shortly. Let me observe this planet for a moment. I agreed to take a vacation, yet here I am meddling in universe-saving business. Sigh... I really can't sit idle, can I?"
Raditz muttered self-deprecatingly, though a genuine smile crossed his features. He settled onto a nearby rock formation with one leg crossed casually, gazing at the vast expanse of restored Planet Tuffle stretching into the distance. Countless emotions floated through his heart—satisfaction, melancholy, hope for the future.
With Baby's death, people across Planet Sadala who had been controlled by his parasitic influence awakened one after another, consciousness returning gradually.
"Eh? What happened to us?"
"Where are we right now?"
Renso and the others regained full awareness, stunned to discover large numbers of injured and unconscious warriors scattered around them—along with Zangya and Android 18 standing vigilant at the center of the crowd.
"Where's Baby? Where's that parasitic monster?!" Cabba shouted urgently, his memories of possession flooding back.
"Judging by their recovery, it seems the threat has passed," Android 18 observed, energy spheres dissipating from her raised hands as she determined combat was no longer necessary.
Zangya and Rukon nodded in agreement. "That appears to be the case."
While the assembled Saiyans remained in confused disarray, discussing events frantically, Raditz returned with Broly via Instant Transmission. Neither warrior wore anything beyond torn pants—their upper garments completely destroyed during the catastrophic battle.
Seeing both returned safely, Rukon rushed over joyfully.
Raditz affectionately patted his son's head. "Dad's fine, don't worry." Following the reunion, Raditz addressed the gathered Saiyans of Planet Sadala, explaining everything that had transpired. The bizarre sequence of events left everyone shocked beyond words.
Baby the Tuffle parasite, possession, Super Saiyan 4... every element seemed incredible and unprecedented.
"So Baby was eliminated, but our planet was destroyed in the process?"
"Correct. Perhaps this represents the Tuffles' ultimate revenge manifesting," Raditz sighed heavily. "Fortunately, we still have access to Dragon Balls, and those Saiyans who died before we could evacuate them can also be resurrected."
"Yes... we'll make everything right," Renso said with determination tempered by sadness.
"Don't burden yourself with all the responsibility. This was ultimately coincidence—even I didn't anticipate Baby's appearance here." Raditz clasped Renso's shoulder reassuringly.
All the Saiyans had learned profound lessons from this disaster. They now understood the miraculous power of Dragon Balls and felt renewed hope for their future despite the destruction.
Fortunately, only one wish had been fulfilled during their previous summoning. They needed to wait merely one-third of the typical recovery period before making wishes again. During this interim period, the surviving Tuffle people took initiative—inviting the displaced Saiyans to temporarily inhabit Planet Tuffle. The relationship between both races seemed to be developing toward mutual understanding and eventual reconciliation.
Raditz allowed them to develop naturally. It was finally time for his family to return home.
The long-delayed farewell moment arrived at last. Raditz, Zangya, Android 18, Broly, and Rukon stood together facing the assembled Saiyans led by Renso and Cabba. Everyone exchanged warm waves and farewells.
Kale had also recovered after consuming a Senzu Bean, returning to her characteristically shy demeanor—a dramatic contrast to her berserker state.
"It's exceptionally rare to witness three Legendary Super Saiyans together in one place! This trip to the Sixth Universe was absolutely worthwhile. Hahaha, until we meet again!" Raditz waved enthusiastically while laughing.
This extended journey through the Sixth Universe had allowed them to explore numerous worlds while developing deeper connections with the Saiyans of Planet Sadala. Both Broly and Rukon had grown significantly, and meeting Kale—another Legendary Super Saiyan—had proven invaluable for their development. Simultaneously, Raditz felt tremendously fortunate to have achieved the Super Saiyan 4 transformation—an unexpected gift that exceeded all his hopes for this trip.
"Goodbye, Master Raditz! You absolutely must visit again!" Cabba called out, raising both arms and waving them vigorously back and forth.
Ramso also shouted Raditz's name emotionally, gratitude evident in his expression.
"Let's go home." Raditz smiled warmly and departed with his family, their forms vanishing via Instant Transmission.
Realm of the Gods of Destruction
Champa and Vados observed the conclusion of that horrific battle through her angelic scepter.
"Hey, Vados—isn't Raditz progressing ridiculously fast? He can access that level of power without even entering divine realm," Champa commented, lying sprawled on his back atop an enormous stone formation with hands behind his head.
"Hehehe, is Lord Champa feeling anxious?"
"Tch. It's Beerus who should be worried—after all, Raditz belongs to the Seventh Universe. If the majestic God of Destruction gets surpassed by someone under a Kai's jurisdiction, that would be quite embarrassing for him."
"However, that young warrior is completely transformed compared to when he first arrived here. Truly fascinating development."
Vados nodded silently without verbal response. Her scepter tapped the ground lightly, its sphere reflecting images of Raditz and his family departing the Sixth Universe.
"Hmph! He didn't even come say proper farewell to me before leaving? Next time I see him, I'll have to teach him some manners," Champa grumbled with mild dissatisfaction.
"That next time may arrive sooner than expected."
The Seventh Universe
Beerus, currently residing in the distant Seventh Universe, suddenly felt his nose itch intensely. He sneezed explosively.
"Who's talking about me? Strange... I keep having this vague bad feeling lately." Beerus wiped his nose lazily, his divine instincts detecting something on the horizon—though he couldn't quite identify what.
Somewhere across dimensional space, fate's wheels continued turning inexorably forward...