The seven Dragon Balls hummed with nascent energy. At such close proximity, they resonated with one another, emitting a low, powerful thrum as crystalline light pulsed within their amber shells.
A swell of pride filled Raditz as he gazed at the Dragon Balls. His son now possessed the rare and potent ability to create a wish-granting dragon. This power was a monumental achievement—a boon not just for their family, but for the entire universe.
He considered the hierarchy of Dragon Balls. Their power typically correlated with their size; at the apex were the planet-sized Super Dragon Balls, their wish-granting potential nearly limitless. Below them were the Namekian Dragon Balls, followed by the smaller set created by Earth's Guardian. Rukon's creations were slightly larger than Namek's, placing their power second only to the Super Dragon Balls themselves.
The Dragon Balls were created to reward the brave and virtuous, a way to maintain cosmic balance by granting worthy desires. While they bent the laws of nature—a fact that often troubled the Supreme Kais—their original purpose was benevolent. The fault for their misuse lay not with the Dragon Balls, but with the villains who twisted their power for evil. Used wisely, they were an incredible force for good.
"Alright, everyone, bring them together," Raditz instructed. He turned to his son. "Watch closely, Rukon. You're about to see your creation come to life."
Rukon's eyes widened with anticipation as he watched his father. As the only one present who could speak the Divine Language, Raditz stepped forward and placed a hand over the glowing orbs. He took a deep breath, and his voice boomed across the Lookout, chanting the ancient summoning words: "Come forth, Saiyaryuu!"
The moment the words left his lips, the sky flash-flooded with roiling black clouds, plunging the world into an eerie twilight. A blinding pillar of golden light erupted from the seven Dragon Balls, spearing the heavens. The light was more brilliant than a Super Saiyan's aura, radiating a palpable, sacred energy that bathed the entire Lookout.
A deep, thunderous rumble echoed from beyond the sky, vibrating in everyone's chest. Silvery lightning crackled and danced within the clouds, setting the stage for the dragon's grand arrival.
"Roar!"
A titanic form materialized within the golden torrent, its serpentine body coiling in the sky. It possessed the classic features of an eternal dragon, but with additions Raditz had sculpted in: a pair of magnificent, bat-like wings unfurled from its back, shedding shimmering, star-like motes of light. Its scales and claws were razor-sharp, its long whiskers drifted like ethereal ribbons, and two great horns swept back from its brow, seeming to pierce the heavens themselves. The fusion of Eastern and Western draconic features—its immense size, fearsome appearance, and holy aura—left everyone utterly stunned.
"Whoa, he's huge..." Kakarot, who was more familiar with Shenron than anyone, breathed in awe.
Tights's pen froze mid-stroke. For the first time, the veteran journalist was at a complete loss for words, her mind unable to process the sheer majesty of the creature that blotted out the sky.
"He's bigger than Earth's Sheron!" Krillin shouted, his heart pounding. "Bigger than Porunga, even!"
Rukon blinked, his expression a mixture of shock and wonder. It was hard to believe that he and his father had crafted this magnificent being.
The dragon's colossal head lowered toward the mortals below. Its eyes, burning like crimson suns, regarded them with ancient intelligence. When it spoke, its voice was a resonant, impossibly deep tone that was felt as much as heard. "State your desire. I can grant you any single wish."
Unlike Earth's dragon, which had been modified over time, this new creation followed the original design of granting a single, powerful wish.
Raditz looked up, his voice clear and steady. "I wish for you to restore all the damage and revive all the lives lost across the universe during the invasion from the Demon Realm!"
The dragon's crimson eyes flared. "You wish to undo the destruction and return all to its previous state?"
"That's right," Raditz confirmed.
"A simple matter." The dragon's eyes blazed with power, and in an instant, its magic surged across the cosmos.
Across the galaxies, the change was instantaneous. The Saiyan Homeworld was restored to its former peace and prosperity. Countless other ravaged planets mended themselves. The souls of the dead were returned to their bodies. However, those like Bojack and his crew, who had fallen at the hands of the Saiyans and not the demonic invaders, remained in the other world. Even the Lookout subtly repaired itself—cracked tiles became whole, scorched gardens bloomed anew, and the air felt clean and pure.
"Your wish has been granted," the dragon announced. "Farewell."
With that, its massive form dissolved into a flash of brilliant gold. The sky cleared, and the sun's warm rays returned. High above, the dragon's essence condensed back into seven orbs of light, which immediately began to scatter to the far corners of the world. But Raditz was faster. He shot into the air, creating a tight ki barrier that caught all seven Dragon Balls before they could escape, gathering them in his arms.
"That saves us the trouble of hunting them down later," Raditz said, landing softly. The orbs had already turned to inert stone. "We'll keep these on the Saiyan Homeworld. The Saiyan Dragon Balls." He looked to his son for approval. "What do you think, Rukon?"
"Yeah," Rukon nodded. His admiration for his father had only deepened after the Galactic Tournament, and he trusted his judgment completely.
"Alright!" the other Saiyans cheered.
With the threat from the Demon Realm completely neutralized, a wave of relief washed over the group. Peace had finally been restored.
With everyone conveniently gathered on Earth—including their special guests, Tights and Jaco—Bulma made a suggestion. She proposed they finally have the celebration party they had planned nearly four years ago after defeating Broly, a plan derailed by Cell's arrival and Raditz's subsequent disappearance. It would be a chance to finally make up for that missed moment and to celebrate their latest victory.
The idea was met with universal approval; even Vegeta gave a silent, almost imperceptible nod.
Raditz contacted Jeice, telling him, Burter, and Angila to come to the banquet. He also extended an invitation to the Supreme Kai and Kibito; while their role had been minor, their support was appreciated.
Bulma threw herself into planning the party, leaving Tights the perfect opportunity to conduct detailed interviews for her book. Amidst the preparations, Raditz stayed by Zangya's side. He felt a profound sense of relief when she finally woke up, confirming she was going to be okay.
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