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Sengoku's eyes widened as the screen flickered, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and renewed hope. "He's revived! He's really revived! These Dragon Balls truly possess the power to bring back the dead!" Across the vast seas of the One Piece world, Monkey D. Luffy gripped his straw hat, his eyes sparkling with a desperate longing.
"If we had those Dragon Balls, wouldn't Ace be able to co back to life?" Beside him, Marco the Phoenix stared at the shimring orbs with a heavy heart. "If we had them, then Pops could also be revived." Even in distant dinsions, the sentint echoed; Daigo of the Armor Summoners whispered, "Yes, if we had those Dragon Balls, Lucia could return to us."
Watching Piccolo stand tall once more, the viewers across the Wanjie Multiverse were finally convinced. Although they had witnessed the Dragon Balls' magic before, a sliver of doubt had remained until they saw a life restored with their own eyes. Now, that doubt had vanished, replaced by an emotional ache. Everyone had soone they wished to bring back, yet they lacked the miracle of Nak.
For the Z Fighters, however, the shock was more technical. Krillin looked at the towering dragon, Porunga, with wide eyes. "The Nakian Dragon Balls can grant three wishes? They're much stronger than Earth's!" Yamcha nodded, though he noted a drawback. "That's true, but they can only revive one person at a ti.
In that sense, Earth's Shenron is superior." Tien Shinhan, ever the strategist, remained calm. "Piccolo was smart to revive first. Now that he's back, Kami is restored, which ans Earth's Dragon Balls are active again. They can bring the rest of us back." Piccolo scoffed at the praise. "Do you think I'm as foolish as the rest of you?"
The tension spiked as the scouters on the battlefield picked up a terrifying signature. Krillin's voice cracked. "But Vegeta has arrived. Are we really going to let him get his wish?" From his spaceship, the Prince of Saiyans let out a manic laugh that echoed through the chat.
"Hahahaha! What choice do you have? My immortality is within reach!" Vegeta was euphoric. Seeing his future self in the video reaching for his dream—and knowing he could eventually beco a Super Saiyan—fueled his pride. He was certain the final wish was his. "Frieza, just you wait!"
Frieza, however, was in a foul mood. Seeing his future self being toyed with and his Dragon Balls being used by "brats" made his Ki flare with murderous intent. "That wish is clearly mine! Vegeta, you and those two insects... I will not let you off!" He watched with bated breath, praying his future self would arrive before the final words were spoken.
Within the video, Akira watched the scene unfold with the cold, tactical precision of a transmigrator. He knew the variables at play. Vegeta pressured Dende to grant the wish, arguing that without immortality, none of them would survive the approaching Emperor.
Krillin, sensing the truth in those words, reluctantly agreed. But just as Vegeta's dream was inches away, Porunga suddenly flickered and vanished into seven stone orbs. Dende collapsed in tears; the Great Elder had passed away.
Vegeta's fury was instantaneous, his golden-hued rage directed at the children, but he froze mid-stride. His entire body began to tremble, not with anger, but with primal fear. Krillin and Gohan turned to see a silhouette standing atop a jagged rock, eyes cold as the vacuum of space. Frieza had arrived.
Vegeta's digital comnt was a roar of frustration. "Damn it! I didn't get my wish!" He was stunned. If he didn't gain immortality and didn't know how to trigger the Super Saiyan transformation yet, the outco seed certain. Frieza mocked him instantly. "Hahahaha! Mr. Vegeta, the brat, and the bald one—you are all dead n!"
Sengoku mused aloud, "So, they will die, and then Son Goku will heal, transform into a Super Saiyan, and defeat Frieza?" This set Vegeta off again. "I said only I can beco a Super Saiyan! It's impossible for a low-class warrior like Kakarot!" Frieza remained unimpressed by the legend. "A Super Saiyan defeating ? If we were in the sa world, you'd already be stardust."
Sengoku went silent, realizing the power scaling of these beings was beyond anything his world could handle. One casual Ki blast from Frieza could likely erase an entire island. Kurosaki Ichigo broke the silence. "The video is about the transformation. Soone has to achieve it. Given the situation, Goku is the most likely candidate, unless Vegeta transforms out of pure desperation when Frieza delivers the fatal blow."
Vegeta's eyes lit up. "Indeed, it must be so!" He clung to the hope that his future self would break through his limits under the shadow of death. He was the Prince, after all. But Frieza rely smirked. "Mr. Vegeta, don't think a change in hair color is enough to bridge the gap between us. If your power level doesn't surpass mine, you're just a brightly colored corpse."
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