Piccolo and I didn't waste time.
The green sky stretched endlessly overhead, clouds drifting lazily as if completely unaware that a galactic tyrant was casually rearranging the population.
Piccolo took off first, his cape snapping violently as he shot forward.
I followed immediately, matching his speed without thinking.
That alone felt surreal.
Not long ago, just keeping up with Krillin had felt like a challenge. Now, air bent easily around me, Namek's wind screaming past my ears as we streaked toward the strongest ki signature on the planet.
The asshole Vegeta.
Krillin, the man that can't smell you later.
Gohan, the poor boy.
And then..
Frieza.
Even from a distance, his presence was unmistakable. It wasn't just power. It was pressure. Like gravity itself leaned in his direction. Power levels like that one, felt creepy.
Piccolo's jaw tightened.
"Stay alert," he said. "This isn't the same Frieza, King Kai described, before we were brought back to live."
"That's comforting," I replied. "I love surprises."
We flew low, skimming over Namek's rolling hills, the blue grass bending violently beneath the shockwaves of distant combat. The closer we got, the louder it became... energy blasts detonating, shockwaves rippling through the air, the unmistakable sound of people fighting for their lives.
Then Piccolo slowed.
I felt it too.
A weak ki.
Fading.
"Wait," Piccolo muttered.
We veered off course.
...
We found him lying in a crater.
A Namekian warrior.... tall, muscular, clad in torn white robes, sprawled against shattered stone. His green skin was darkened with blood. One arm hung limp at his side, clearly broken. His breathing was shallow, labored, each breath rattling painfully in his chest.
Even without sensing his ki, we knew.
He was dying.
Piccolo landed first, boots crunching softly as he approached.
I landed beside him.
The Namekian's eyes fluttered open.
"…Another… Namekian…" he whispered.
His gaze locked onto Piccolo.
And in that instant, everything changed.
"You…" Nail rasped. "You are…."
Piccolo knelt immediately.
"I am Piccolo," he said quietly. "Who did this to you?"
Nail laughed weakly.
"…That monster," he said. "Frieza."
Of course it was, This guy had the power level over 40,000.
Nail struggled, forcing himself upright just enough to reach out.
"Come closer," he whispered to Piccolo. "Please."
I turn to piccolo. "He doesn't have much time."
Piccolo nodded and leaned in.
Nail's hand pressed weakly against Piccolo's chest.
"There is… a way," Nail said, voice trembling. "A forbidden technique of our people."
I felt Piccolo stiffen.
"Fusion," Nail said. "I will give you… my power. My strength. My will."
My breath caught, i got to see this myself.
Piccolo's eyes widened slightly. "You would die."
Nail smiled.
"I am already dying," he said softly. "But you… you can still fight."
The wind howled around us.
I watched silently, heart pounding.
Nail's energy began to rise, not violently, but deliberately, flowing into Piccolo in shimmering waves. The air crackled. The ground trembled. Piccolo's body tensed, muscles tightening as power flooded into him.
Nail's form began to fade.
His features softened.
"…Protect this world," Nail whispered. "Protect our people."
Then he was gone.
No explosion.
No flash.
Just silence.
...
Piccolo stood slowly.
The air around him shifted.
Like a tectonic plate snapping into place.
His ki surged outward in a massive wave, ripping through the landscape. The sky itself seemed to darken as his presence expanded, oppressive and sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.
I stared.
"…Holy hell," I muttered, as i felt piccolo's power level jump to over 1,500,000.
Piccolo clenched his fists, veins standing out along his arms. His expression was calm, too calm, but there was something new in his eyes.
Resolve.
But with fury.
I too felt something snap inside me.
jealousy.
Anger.
I stepped closer, teeth clenched.
Piccolo turned to me. "What's wrong?"
I met his gaze.
He waited.
I snarled, energy flaring around me.
"Fuck power levels, that's pure BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT."
Piccolo blinked.
Then, unbelievably, he smirked.
"…MOTHERFUCKER." I Roared in Rage.
And he took off.
...
The battlefield exploded into view.
Vegeta was on the ground, battered and bleeding, teeth gritted in rage.
Krillin hovered protectively near Gohan, who was breathing hard, fear written plainly across his face.
And Frieza...
Frieza hovered above them.
Taller.
With alot more Bulkier.
His second form loomed with a power level of 1,000,000, horns curling from his head, muscles swollen with power. He looked down at them like an adult watching children struggle.
"I must say," Frieza drawled, "you are all terribly persistent."
Piccolo showed up.
And He hit him Hard.
His kick slammed into Frieza's back with a sound like metal bending under stress.
CRACK.
Frieza's body jerked forward violently, shockwaves ripping outward as he was launched across the battlefield, smashing through stone spires like paper.
The entire area went silent.
Vegeta's eyes went wide.
Krillin's jaw dropped.
Gohan stared in awe.
I floated down casually beside them.
"Well," I said cheerfully, "looks like we showed up just in time."
Gohan turned toward me, eyes lighting up instantly.
"Ben!" he shouted. "You're alive!"
I waved. "My death was... greatly exaggerated."
Krillin blinked. "Wait, how did you get her-
Frieza roared.
The tyrant burst from the rubble, snarling, rage contorting his face.
"WHO DARED"
Piccolo appeared in front of him.
Frieza barely had time to react before Piccolo drove his fist straight into Frieza's abdomen.
The impact folded Frieza in half.
The shockwave blasted outward, flattening the ground for miles.
I whistled.
"…Ouch."
Piccolo didn't stop.
He hammered Frieza with blow after blow, each strike precise, brutal, fueled by Nail's sacrifice and his own unyielding hatred.
Vegeta watched, stunned.
"That power…" he whispered. "Impossible."
I drifted closer to Gohan and crouched slightly, lowering myself to his level.
"So," I said gently, smiling. "How are you doing on this lovely day?"
Gohan laughed shakily despite everything.
"I was better, before Frieza crashed the party," Krillin admitted.
"Same," I nodded.
Another massive explosion rocked the battlefield as Piccolo sent Frieza crashing into the ground again.
Ben's power level: 25,006