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Psychoprotective Epilogue 6
🕑 Added 2024-08-05 10:41:25 +0000 UTCSo as it turns out, having healing scabs over a third to half of your legs is really disruptive towards one's ability to focus on writing. Who knew? Hopefully this month I'll be able to write stuff beyond the patreon obligations, but it's not looking good.
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“This is incredible…” The aged elder Namekian said with a note of awe. “You have tremendous latent power, and more besides.” After a beat, he asked: “You’re not an Earthling, are you?”
Gohan swallowed thickly. “Uh, could you please hurry?” Vegeta was right outside!
Suddenly, a great power swelled within him. Tremendous power, the kind that… that… will just get him thrown into the thickest of battles. “Seriously?” Tanya asked, annoyed. “I’ve actually beaten my record. Do you know what you’ve done, you damned fossil?” He’s actually younger in this life than he was in the damned Empire!
Dende gaped in shock at their sudden turnaround.
“Yes.” The Grand Elder said sadly. “I’m sorry.” Oh cool, he was telepathic again in this life. Well, empathic at least. He could feel the depths of the Grand Elder’s shame for recruiting a child to save his planet.
…Tany-no, Gohan sighed. “At least the integration’s better than the last life.” He said. “Give me whatever information that’s useful. I’m used to that kind of thing. Your language and…” Gohan looked at Dende. “...some kind of basic care instructions for if I’m going to be responsible for him.” Things looked like they’d probably go that way.
“Very well.” The Grand Elder said, and he placed his hand back on Gohan’s head. It wasn’t quite the same as a nugget of wisdom, but it was close enough that it was easily integrated. As the information was processed, Gohan sent back requests for additional information and context to further fill out the knowledge. Oh, so they’re photosynthetic filter feeders, interesting. Luckily, he already knows from Piccolo’s continued survival that Earth water is the right kind of filthy enough for them to get the necessary nutrients, so if they need to ferry a refugee population, that’s handled. “And… thank you.”
Outside, Vegeta’s voice shouted: “That must be Kakarot! Come out here, coward!”
Whine, whine… “I’m going to blame you for this, by the way. Don’t call this unusual to my friends.” Gohan added telepathically as he floated to the exit. “I’ve got a murderer to deal with.” The Grand Elder gave a wordless projection of understanding.
Vegeta had the one-star dragon ball under his arm, presumably because he had to leave the other five behind at his base like they left the four-star with Bulma. He seemed startled to see Gohan. “What? It’s you? What did you do in there? Why did your power level suddenly increase?”
Gohan stretched, glaring at the royal pain with the weight of all of their years. “Nothing that would work for you.” Gohan said confidently, baselessly. “The creator of the Dragonballs is capable of lesser miracles than the dragon is, but it’s still limited; we’ve used it up.”
Vegeta growled. “Well, then-”
“You remember why you had to come for these Dragonballs, right?” Gohan asked rhetorically. “Kill the maker, they stop working. He’s really old, too. Any kind of fighting here would be too much for his poor heart.” The Grand Elder did say that he had days left in his life… and that was four days ago.
Vegeta growled in frustration, but kept his cool. Before he could say anything further, Dende came outside. “Listen!” He shouted, panicked. “The Grand Elder said there’s someone else coming to Namek!”
Hm? Gohan focused on his ki sense, as did Krillin and Vegeta. Which unfortunately confirmed once and for all their suspicions that Vegeta had developed the talent. “One, two, three, four, five.” Gohan counted out loud. Their senses were much more acute with their experience sensing chakra added on. Vegeta had paled as he had done so. “With a sixth coming about a half hour further from the other direction.” Was that Dad? He hadn’t been keeping track of which direction the Earth was in, which was understandable for the boy he was before the Grand Elders’ interference.
“It’s the Ginyu Force!” Vegeta announced. He immediately seized Krillin by the shirt. “Give me the Dragonball, now!”
“We hid it.” Gohan said icily. “It’s not here.” They had spent four days walking to avoid notice, they only broke stealth because they figured they were far enough. Unfortunately, Vegeta was on the ball and noticed them immediately.
Vegeta roared in frustration, tossing Krillin off the rocky spire. Naturally, the monk just caught himself in the air and floated back onto it. “Let’s go get it then!” He shouted, “I promise not to kill any of you, and I’ll never go to Earth again! Just give me the dragonball!” His voice was desperate, thick with fear.
“Do you think we’re stupid?” Krillin asked, “We’re not going to fall for that!”
“Listen, you idiots!” Vegeta said, forcing himself to turn his fear into anger. “Every member of the Ginyu Force is about as strong as… No, they could be even stronger than me! And there are five of them! They’ll find your ball with their scouters and come to kill us all!”
Gohan wasn’t too sure about that. Bulma’s power level was difficult to distinguish from a particularly large fish… but then again, animal life was sparse enough on this planet that such a trait may not be effective enough camouflage… and the point about killing us all was valid anyway.
Vegeta continued: “There’s only one way! Make me immortal so I can defeat them!”
The adult namekian, Nail, spoke up: “He could be telling the truth… I do feel five evil powers…” Oh, interesting. Did the Grand Elder include… yes, yes he did include that trick.
Gohan reached out with his senses, and empathically assessed the incoming powers. Sadistic glee was a common factor, although admittedly the intensity varied among them. The one coming from the other direction… was definitely Dad. That purity of heart was difficult to replicate, and more importantly felt a lot like that Spirit bomb thing he learned from King Kai. Dad was at rest, so it was difficult to evaluate his strength, but… It seemed at least comparable to the weaker members of the Ginyu Force.
Krillin scrambled for another idea. “We could make Gohan immortal!” He suggested.
“Even if he had the power,” Vegeta said dismissively, “-he has no experience in battle!”
“Not true.” Gohan said firmly. “The Grand Elder unlocked my memories of my past lives.”
Krillin looked surprised. “Oh, like Master Orin at the temple!” He said excitedly. What? “He led the Orin Temple for six thousand years in his various reincarnations.” He then hesitated. “But… after Evil King Piccolo killed him, he… never came back.” He said sadly. “At least, that’s what I heard. It’s one of the reasons why I left to go seek Master Roshi.” He took a moment to think. “Why didn’t I remember any past lives?”
Gohan had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Something like that.” Gohan said anyway, “But I’m not Master Orin. Different lives. The most recent of which involved quite a bit of military service. As for you… it must not have been able to help. Peaceful lives, probably.”
Vegeta growled. “Fine! The dragon can make us both immortal! You’d make a good distraction anyway.” Gohan got a fair amount of information about Porunga the dragon from the Grand Elder, so that would actually work.
“The Dragonballs do give three wishes…” Nail pointed out. Speaking cruelly, the only one they really need to resurrect is Piccolo, to revive Kami. Yamcha, Tien, and Chaotzu are really more of bonus objectives, not being able to resurrect them would be unfortunate but it’s an acceptable loss.
“I have a better idea anyway.” Gohan said, “One that doesn’t involve me becoming immortal. Sounds like a nightmare, honestly.” He supposed he could always un-wish the immortality, but not being able to die sounds like a one-way ticket to suffering. “They can’t actually use the dragonballs, so all we need to do is delay them for a bit until Dad gets here, and then we’ll be able to fight them on even terms.”
“Why can’t they use them?” Vegeta asked immediately.
“The dragon only speaks Namekian.” Gohan said bluntly. “Frezia literally said, in front of us, that they couldn’t speak Namekian. You need to know the dragon’s name, too.” Gohan crossed his arms smugly. “Both of which I can now do. Why do you think we were here? You need me now.”
“Damn it all!” Vegeta shouted in frustration. “Okay, but once the Ginyu Force is defeated, then we become immortal or Frieza will kill us all!”
Gohan scowled. “Very well.” It really depends on just how powerful Frieza is, but it’s good enough for now. “We need to go get our ball and keep Bulma safe anyway.”
“Okay, we have a plan!” Krillin said, more confident in things now that there was a reason for Vegeta to cooperate. “Let’s go!”
The three of them flew off. Shortly behind them, Denda started to chase at a slower speed, although from his energy, he had clearly also received a powerup from the Grand Elder.
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The dragonball was over an hour away, so it gave Gohan plenty of time to think. This dimension was insane! He was five damned years old! Sure, now he had over two hundred years of well-organized memories, including decades of military service, but before then? Madness.
Actually, it was a little strange that those memories didn’t awaken sooner, now that he thought about it. Perhaps the Yin chakra memory suppression wasn’t as fragile as the telepathic method… Or was it the Saiyan blood that meant that berserker rages weren’t as psychologically stressful?
Still, he’ll have to put some serious thought into just not suppressing memories after this go. Maybe he can have a normal childhood if he had enough faculties to know to avoid things like signing up for military service or volunteering to go to an alien planet in search of magical wishing balls.
…Okay, he’d probably volunteer for that even without fighting skills. It was his first life-bearing alien planet, he never bothered to go out and see those when he was too old and depressed to really appreciate it.
On other subjects, being an alien hybrid sounded pretty cool. He wondered if he could get his tail regrown again… it’s already grown back twice, but there might be some kind of stem cell depletion that means it can only regrow that many times. Age based, maybe? Hopefully it has one more in it, because having a prehensile tail sounded awesome. He was reasonably confident that he could control the Great Ape transformation. Vegeta did, after all, and it couldn’t be that much harder than directing the Argent.
…Maybe this life won’t be so bad? He has both parents, who love him… even if Mom reminded him of his first mother far too much… He’s a boy again, a nice change of pace after three lifetimes as a girl, and as usual he had enough personal power that the list of things to fear was reasonably short.
That’s really the kind of judgment he should make only after he leaves this planet. His survival through this day alone was unfortunately questionable… which would be a shame. Even if this planet had too many suns (which was astrologically improbable) to have a proper day/night cycle.
The good news on how all of those hysterical strength berserker incidents didn’t awaken their memories was that the well of power that could be tapped into was likely much larger than previously demonstrated. The bad news was that the powerup the Grand Elder gave him was likely drawn from that same well. So that was probably a wash.
It’s fine, though. Invoking hysterical strength consciously was one of his best transferable skills. Sure, in their last life that technique was formalized into the Eight Gates, but that just meant that he had context on how to do so for physical energies instead of just mental.
Still, the afterlife is a concrete place in this dimension. That’s new. Would he not reincarnate until he dies in the afterlife? Or would he skip that step? Not really worth thinking about, really. Should try to avoid death anyway. Mom would be devastated.
Ah, there’s the mesa we hid Bulma at.
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“Slow down!” Bulma exclaimed, maintaining a death grip on Gohan’s neck. It didn’t bother him, of course. Ki reinforcement was as simple as breathing, particularly when the goal was to continue doing so. She didn’t even need to hold on so tightly, Gohan’s hands were like vices, securing her in a princess carry.
“Why did we bring the woman?” Vegeta complained.
“Because enemy forces are inclined to seek out living things, not dragonballs.” Gohan replied, “Thus, the safest place is where we can protect her. I don’t trust security through obscurity here.” Ideally, they’d double-back and leave Bulma at the Grand Elder’s, but that was not doable. Dende wasn’t that far behind them, so the noncombatants can stick together.
Unfortunately, the “Ginyu Force” as Vegeta named them, have already made planetfall near where they could sense Freiza. Wait… Freiza was there? Huh, thought he was further away than that… Oh. Gohan quickly recalibrated his sense of how powerful Freiza was. That was at rest, too… He was beginning to understand why Vegeta was so terrified.
“We don’t have much time.” Gohan announced, glancing at the dragonball radar. Almost… “It’s down here!” He shouted at Krillin, turning and decelerating at a pace that Bulma would be comforta-
“I. Am. A. Lady!” Bulma screeched, hitting Gohan on the head ineffectually. “Be. Gentle. With. Ladies!” Softer, she grumbled to herself. “I swear, I thought you were supposed to be smarter than Goku. Just like him.”
-a pace that Bulma would survive. “I know you’re scared, but-” Gohan snapped his head towards the direction of the Ginyu Force. “They’re coming! Quick, Krillin, take Bulma to that plateau over there!” He said, snatching the dragonball from the dwarf.
Krillin just barely managed to get Bulma out of the immediate vicinity when the five large power levels arrived. Far enough that the Ginyus would need to deliberately target them, and given that the dragonballs were with them…
“Yo! Vegeta!” Said the lead one, who had purple skin, horns, and what appeared to be protective soft tissue cushioning his braincase. It gave the impression of being without a hard skull protecting his brain, but that didn’t seem evolutionarily plausible. Those horns needed to be anchored to something, after all. The other four were seconds behind him.
“No! We were so close!” Vegeta groused.
“Now, could these happen to be the dragonballs?” The leader asked rhetorically.
“There are five over here…” Said the big one. His voice was slurred, and sounded like he was seconds away from chuckling. He was also the most human-looking one, albeit far larger than standard and with a just weird enough head to be plausibly alien.
“Master Freiza will be so pleased!” The leader said, clearly happy at his task being easier than expected. “Five here, and I see two with the both of you… We only need seven, so that looks like them all!”
“Do I look like I’m just going to give them to you, Ginyu?” Vegeta spat. Was that his name or title? The purple one did feel the strongest, so having the squad named after him made plenty of sense if he was always the strongest in the group.
Ginyu didn’t seem offended by Vegeta’s rudeness, though. “No, I expect I’ll have to kill you first.” He seemed genuinely pleased at this necessity.
Krillin arrived back from where he stashed Bulma, about four kilometers away. That should be far enough. “Krillin, can you sense Dende? He was trailing behind us and he’ll not get here for thirty minutes. Go get him and put him with Bulma, you’re faster than him. Put the noncombatants in the same place.”
“Why don’t you do it?” Krillin asked, a little frustrated.
“I’m stronger than you.” Gohan said bluntly. “I need to be here.”
Krillin looked like he wanted to contest that claim, probably his pride as a full grown man choosing an inconvenient time to surface. You were the one who assumed that the Grand Elder could unlock greater power than you could muster, stop complaining that you were right. In the face of Gohan’s steely gaze, he nodded and flew off.
Turning his attention back to where Vegeta attempted a delaying tactic, only to be foiled by an absurdly fast blue alien that was even larger than the red-headed brute, Vegeta turned and shouted: “Destroy it!”
Oh, that was actually a good bit of theater. Gohan brought his fist up as if he was going to obey… and then in a blink, the ball was gone, now in the hands of the by far weakest and also the smallest member of the Ginyu force.
Oh? Was that… Time Bubble? Gohan definitely sensed a surge of psychic energy there, not ki. It was far more refined than he had ever managed as Tanya, although she wasn’t exactly pushing the limits of knowledge with that back then.
“Curses!” Vegeta shouted, “The rumors are true! Guldo can momentarily stop time!” Why thank you, prince, for giving such helpful exposition.
Gohan quickly started flexing his own psychic abilities, trying to figure out how to translate the differing laws of psychics (heh) into his previous experiences. Okay, that’s how to slow time down, good to know. No one appears to be noticing, either. Excellent. That’ll be handy.
“Looks like we have all seven.” Ginyu repeated smugly. “That means it’s your turn. We haven’t exercised in a while, so I think we’ll play with you reaaaaal good…” He grinned sadistically as he implied what he meant by ‘play’
The one that was much more human in form, but not in coloration, his long hair was white and his skin was a reddish orange, spoke up: “And by ‘play’, we don’t mean Peek-a-Boo, we’re gonna beat you up!”
Ginyu glanced back at his subordinate, irritated. “You don’t have to explain it, Jeice.” He said scoldingly. Gohan couldn’t help it. He laughed.
“Oh? Laughing at the great Ginyu Force?” Ginyu asked rhetorically. “I’ll take Vegeta. The rest of you can Roshambo for who fights the dwarf.”
“What about me?” Gohan asked, being intentionally obtuse. “Krillin’s busy, so I’ll fight whoever wins instead.”
Annoyed, Ginyu glared at Gohan. “You’re the dwarf I was referring to.”
“Hey!” Gohan complained, “I’m not a dwarf! I’m a normal height for my age!”
Vegeta seemed to visibly startle. “...How old are you, anyway?” He asked, “You’re in your second growth stage…”
“I’m five.” Gohan said, holding up the necessary amount of fingers. “I know my dad was really short until he was like fifteen,” They had a lot of time in the spaceship for Bulma to tell all sorts of stories about Dad. It was really cool to hear, and his new memories didn’t diminish that. “But I’m not even that big yet.”
“Yes, Saiyans grow in stages, it means they spend less time adapting to their changing size.” Vegeta said wisely. “But you’re barely there? Maybe Kakarot isn’t as much of a failure of a Saiyan than I thought.” He seemed deep in thought, presumably thinking back on Gohan’s frankly pathetic performance against him on Earth. Which made sense. He was actually a five year old then, it wasn’t even a month ago.
“As much fun as it is discussing the biology of a soon-to-be extinct species…” Ginyu said, interjecting. “But we’ve discussed it, and I’ve decided to let them have the fun today. I’m going to take the dragonballs back to Lord Freiza. Ta ta!” He telekinetically seized all of the dragonballs and flew off with them.
The Roshambo tournament appeared to take a little longer than they usually would with only four participants, but soon enough Burter and Jeice were eliminated, and it was down to the human-like one whose name Gohan still hasn’t caught and Guldo. After three more rounds of ties, eventually the big one squeezed the win. “Damn it, I get the kid.” Guldo groused.
“It’s a fairer fight than the alternative.” Gohan said, taking a deep breath as he focused his telepathic presence to read what the other psychic was doing. Turning to the big one, he asked loudly: “Hey, do you mind waiting to kick Vegeta’s ass until I finish roasting the frog? He killed several of my friends and I would like to see him suffer.” Anything that makes this take longer is more time for Dad to get here. His ship is already slowing down for a landing… He’ll be here in minutes.
The big one laughed at Gohan’s cheek. “You know what? That sounds like a laugh. Okay little boy, if you kill Guldo I’ll make it nice and slow for you.”
“Good.” Gohan said, giving his best ‘Devil of the Rhine’ grin. “This won’t take long at all…”
As soon as everyone jumped back to give them room to fight, Guldo stopped time. However, Gohan was ready for it, and used his own Time Bubble to… move very slowly in his time stop. Everything else stood still, but Guldo instead moved very quickly. Unfortunately for him, seeing someone move while he had stopped time was a very large surprise, and he wasted his efforts on panicking and only at the last minute attempted to reposition, moving genuinely too fast for Gohan to track with his eyes.
But he had more than his eyes. The instant time resumed its normal flow, Gohan immediately went at full speed to the squat alien and went straight for the kill, punching him in the face and completely ruining his attempt to stop time again. Gohan’s follow-up kick took his head completely off his body, sending it to the ground. Guldo appeared to still be conscious, so Gohan finished him off with an idle energy blast as a mercy.
“Woah! That was over quickly.” Burter said, genuinely surprised and somewhat concerned.
“Without all five of us, the Special Forces Fighting Pose just won’t look as cool!” The big one said, genuinely distressed at the inconvenience. “We’ll have to get Captain Ginyu to come up with a new pose we can do with just four…”
Gohan blinked. “Hey, you guys do cool fighting poses?” He half-shouted. “Why didn’t we get to see this cool pose?” He turned his head to Vegeta, away from the Ginyus, and winked. “Vegeta, you didn’t tell me these brutes were civilized! We completely skipped the introductory poses! How are we supposed to have a good time without poses?”
Vegeta, despite the wink, looked at Gohan like he had gone insane. “What are you talking about?”
Despite Vegeta’s refusal to play along, the three remaining Ginyus huddled up to confer with each other. “Hey, he’s right. We completely skipped our introduction.” The big guy said, as if that was a genuine concern.
“Captain Ginyu didn’t call for it.” Jeice pointed out. “He just said ‘hey, Vegeta’ and went straight on to business.”
“Vegeta’s already seen it.” Burter observed.
“But the little guys haven’t.” The big guy retorted. “How are we supposed to impress people if we just skip it?”
“I have an idea!” Gohan shouted at them. “How about you teach me the pose, I’ll take Guldo’s place, and Vegeta can take Captain Ginyu’s spot so we can see how it would look.” He offered.
“Like hell!” Vegeta shouted.
“Wouldn’t work.” Jeice said, shaking his head. “Vegeta’s too short. He could never fill the Captain’s boots.”
“What about my Dad? He’s about Ginyu’s height.” Gohan offered. “Taller than Vegeta anyway.”
“Oh? Where is he?” Jeice asked, intrigued and looking around.
“His ship’s landing soon.” Gohan informed them. “He’ll be here in less than ten minutes. Krillin’ll probably be back by then too, so he can see it.”
“What did you send him off to do, anyway?” Jeice asked.
“We have some noncombatants.” Gohan said solemnly. “You know how it is. Have to keep the techs alive if you want to keep things running.” The Ginyus all nodded in agreement. “It’d probably be in your best interests to conscript her instead of killing her if you beat us, by the way. Bulma’s an expert on alien technology, she fixed up an old Namekian ship that just sat exposed to the elements for three-hundred years in a week.” Supposedly, it was mostly functional already and she just beefed up the life support systems to account for human physiology. But she did learn an alien language in a week, which was impressive for a non-telepath.
“You mean when we kill you.” The big guy said, frowning. “Guldo was the weakest of us by a lot.”
“If.” Gohan said cheekily. “Now, about that pose…”
Somehow, they were all successfully distracted by performing their posing routine, worthy of Super Sentai, and passing on Guldo’s usual pose to Gohan, who played the eager student.
By the time Dad’s ship landed, one could be mistaken that the special forces of the galactic tyrant had completely forgotten that they had come here to kill them all. More good news, Dad had somehow managed to figure out his own telepathic abilities on the way here, which Gohan absolutely did not expect. So he was easily able to get the man up to speed with how these goofy warriors absolutely needed to get their asses kicked despite their friendly demeanors.
It was quite fortunate that Vegeta was willing to finish off Dad’s defeated enemies, because that meant Gohan didn’t have to.
Now, to deal with Captain Ginyu and the Dragonballs…
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“Come forth Porunga, God of Dreams!” Gohan shouted in namekian, the foreign words still strange on his tongue. Captain Ginyu was a difficult enemy, but it wasn’t that hard to subdue Ginyu-in-Dad’s body after the stupid body-switching was done. Fortunately, Dende had unlocked healing abililties from the Grand Elder, as he was of more of a mystical bent instead of being a warrior. Very helpful.
“O Master of the Dragon Balls, state your wish.” Porunga said dramatically, in what was apparently called Galactic Standard. Gohan blamed Kami for it being spoken on Earth, because it didn’t make any sense that the entire planet spoke a single language, much less that also being spoken on other planets. Although, the existence of a universal language did explain the former. The strange part was that other languages even existed, with that context. “I will grant any three wishes within my power.”
Krillin seemed surprised, but that particular data point had been explained by the Grand Elder along with the password. Gohan was so glad he insisted on getting more information now that he know how to use his telepathy too. “Ressurect the Namekian born on Earth by the name of Piccolo!” Gohan shouted, hoping that was specific enough. Resurrecting him meant the dragonballs on Earth were back.
“It is done.” Porunga said, “Piccolo the Namekian of Earth has been brought back to life.”
“My second wish! Make the five of us immortal for the next Earth Year!” Gohan shouted, gesturing to everyone present. Vegeta, Goku, Krillin, Dende, and Gohan. Bulma was currently in orbit, waiting to pick them up after this was over with. This was the tricky bit: It let them accomplish the task at hand, but without turning Vegeta into the next Freiza. Sure, giving him a year to take over the Planet Trade Organization would suck, but between Dad and him, they should be able to check the prince’s ambitions.
Porunga paused at this. “That wish is… barely beyond my power.” He admitted. Damn. “Perhaps for the next two hundred days?”
“Thank you, Lord Porunga!” Gohan exclaimed, “That is my second wish then.”
“It is done.” Prounga said, and an aura of power lit up everyone.
Vegeta laughed. “It worked!” He exclaimed. Naturally, Gohan did not tell him that his immortality has a time limit.
Suddenly, telepathic contact opened up. “Wish me to be on Namek!” Piccolo demanded.
“No.” Gohan replied, “Tell Kami to use our Dragonballs instead, resurrect all the people not of the Freiza Force that died on this planet over the last two weeks. The last wish here will evacuate them.” This wasn’t actually Gohan’s idea, although it was his plan. The Grand Elder informed him of the necessity of evacuating the planet, as he predicted that Freiza would destroy Namek when he didn’t get what he wanted. Preventing yet another genetic bottleneck was Gohan’s own addition to the plan.
“Hey, that’s a good idea!” Said a nasally voice that was, from the feel of things, facilitating the telepathy contact. “Kami was just telling me that he sent Popo to gather them up. I’m King Kai, by the way. ”
“ETA?” Gohan inquired, before realizing that he was probably not talking to someone military. “I mean, How long do we have to wait?” Turning to Porunga, he shouted in Namekian. “My apologies, Lord Porunga, we are coordinating with King Kai and the son of Katas, who controls another set of dragonballs, with Lord Shenlong. I don’t know if you two know each other or not.”
“Should be about five minutes.” King Kai relayed.
Suddenly, Freiza’s massive energy reading spiked, not in size, but it boiled with rage to Gohan’s empathic senses. “Dad! Vegeta! Freiza’s coming! Intercept him!”
“I’ve been looking forward to this for decades!” Vegeta shouted as he flew in the direction of Freiza.
“Okay Vegeta, you can have the first turn.” Dad said cheerily, flying after him.
“Hurry, I am getting impatient.” Porunga said. It hadn’t even been two minutes! Damn dragon. Planning time…
…got it. “Lord Porunga, I have an idea on how I can implement my wish so it can be made now but still occur later.” Gohan said, “If you would permit me to explain telepathically.”
“Very well.” Porunga rumbled.
Gohan opened up a telepathic link with the dragon, and gave his idea: basically, Everyone on this planet for the next twenty four hours, unless they were as of now part of the Freiza Force, will gain the option to teleport to Earth, specifically the Capsule Corporation building. It’s a one-way trip, but anyone who makes their way to Namek, Freiza Force excepted, will gain the option, even if they were currently not there. That way, the soon-to-be-ressurected Namekians will be able to go, while the immortal warriors could stay back and defeat Freiza. If they do so within a day, they could even go back without needing to call back Bulma with the spaceship!
“It is a complicated wish…” Porunga said lethargically… “But it is within my power. It is done.” Suddenly, a mental switch appeared in Gohan’s mind, informing him of the ability to evacuate the planet to a safe place, as well as a timer for how long it will be before it expires. Excellent.
With the wishes finished, Porunga receded back into the dragonballs, which floated up into the air and shot off in the direction of the Grand Elder. Excellent.
Now, just need to dethrone a Galactic Tyrant. Easy.
Comments
Kevin Curry
It was not an intentional one, but yeah, it kinda is in the sense that both me and Team Four Star, like Gohan, are pedantic enough that he would specify plateau instead of mountain. The real Gohan would probably be too polite/anxious to correct anyone, but if specifying it himself he'd definitely use the proper terminology.
Hex
That was a lot of fun! Gohan knowing that it's a plateau and not a mountain feels like a dbz abridged reference hahaa
Jonathan Shaw
Yes, smart wish uses
Aeonstorm
Really interesting, this would be really good as a full story
