The next day, Raditz gathered his family to bid farewell to Renso, Cabba, and the other Saiyans of Planet Sadala. They had remained in the Sixth Universe for quite some time, and the call to continue their journey elsewhere grew stronger. After all, the Sixth Universe was vast beyond measure—they couldn't remain anchored to one location indefinitely.
As for the lingering problem of the Tuffles, that ultimately fell to the Saiyans of this universe to resolve. Raditz had already contributed immensely by hunting down Frost and saving Planet Sadala from annihilation. The rest was their responsibility.
Raditz had retrieved Cabba, Broly, and Rukon from the Universal Chamber of Commerce the previous day, though Caulifla and her team remained on active mission assignments. Renso and the assembled Saiyans bid the Raditz family warm farewells, watching as they prepared for departure.
"Master Raditz has helped us immeasurably this time!" Cabba said with deep emotion as he watched them vanish via Instant Transmission, their forms flickering out of existence in a brief flash of energy.
He felt profound amazement at the danger they'd narrowly avoided after learning the full scope of the Tuffle incident. If not for Raditz and his companions, Planet Sadala might have been utterly destroyed!
Ramso, standing nearby, asked with apparent curiosity: "Is Raditz leaving already?"
"Haha, he still needs to return to the Seventh Universe eventually—he can't stay here indefinitely. Though I suspect we'll see him again in the future," Renso chuckled, then turned his attention to more immediate matters. "By the way, Cabba, I need you to travel to Namek again. We'll need to borrow their Dragon Balls."
"Borrowing the Dragon Balls?" Both Cabba and Ramso exclaimed simultaneously, surprised by the request.
Renso's expression grew more serious and contemplative. "I made a promise to the Tuffle people—to use the Dragon Balls to help restore Planet Tuffle so they can reclaim their original homeland. It's time to fulfill that oath."
Ramso's eyes widened dramatically, his expression shifting to one of exaggerated shock. "The Dragon Balls can actually restore an entire planet that was bombed into oblivion?!"
Cabba looked at Ramso with mild curiosity, smiling. "Why do you seem so surprised? It's not like you're unaware of Captain Renso's integrity and honor. And surely you know about the miraculous power of the Dragon Balls by now."
Ramso laughed awkwardly and said nothing more, but the light in his eyes suddenly flickered with something darker, becoming notably more predatory and gloomy.
More than ten days passed. The destroyed sections of Planet Sadala began systematic reconstruction, and the major cities gradually returned to orderly, peaceful daily life—calm and harmonious, safe and secure once more.
Caulifla and Kale finally returned to Sadala from their extended mission.
Cabba assembled a small team including Ramso and several others, preparing to journey to Namek for their diplomatic visit.
After traveling through the vast cosmos for nearly half a month, their spaceship finally arrived at the verdant world of Namek. For the sake of the Lace Defense Force's noble mission and their friendship with the Saiyans, the Namekian people generously agreed to present their Dragon Balls.
"Master Cabba, please don't mention it—this is our sincere intention," the Namekian Elder said with a gentle smile, spreading his palms in a gesture of offering as he indicated the Dragon Balls arranged on the ground before them.
Standing beside the Elder, a younger Namekian warrior began reciting the ancient summoning incantation, calling forth the Eternal Dragon.
The massive dragon that materialized shocked everyone present. Ramso couldn't help but stumble backward two steps, his head tilting upward to take in the magnificent creature, his pupils contracting to pinpoints.
"This is... the Eternal Dragon! This is actually the Eternal Dragon!" he breathed.
"I shall grant you three wishes," the thick, majestic voice boomed like rolling thunder, echoing across the landscape. "State your desires." The dragon's serpentine body coiled through the air, its red eyes blazing with power, its entire form wreathed in divine radiance.
Cabba stepped forward respectfully. "Please restore the planet known as Tuffle—return it to the exact state it existed in before its destruction."
"Planet Tuffle? A simple matter." The dragon's eyes flashed twice, the crimson light seeming to flow like liquid fire. "It is done. Your wish has been fulfilled."
Cabba nodded happily and turned to the Namekian Elder with deep gratitude. "That's the only wish we require. Thank you so much for your generosity."
"Truly? Then we only needed to expend a single wish," the Elder replied warmly.
"Wait—Planet Tuffle recovered in just an instant like that?" Ramso suddenly called out loudly, staring at the immense dragon with an expression caught between wonder and disbelief.
"Of course. The power of the Eternal Dragon can make virtually any wish come true, within certain parameters," the Namekian Elder answered with patient amusement.
Ramso's eyes narrowed with apparent doubt, and he fell silent, saying nothing further. Cabba felt something odd about the exchange and regarded Ramso with more scrutinizing, stern eyes than before.
After completing their business, they graciously took their leave, not wanting to impose further on the Namekians' hospitality, and departed aboard their spaceship once more.
Inside the vessel during their return journey, Cabba summoned Ramso to the command deck and directly confronted him. "You've been acting extremely strange recently. Nothing you do resembles your normal behavior, and what you did back there on Namek was genuinely rude and out of character."
"I simply wanted to confirm something," Ramso replied flatly.
"Confirm what, exactly?"
"Confirm that Planet Tuffle had truly been restored." Ramso looked at Cabba, but his eyes seemed vacant and unfocused, as though he was staring through Cabba toward some distant point in interstellar space.
Those eyes appeared hollow and utterly indifferent—so empty they sent chills down the spine.
Cabba couldn't suppress a shudder. "Ramso... what's happened to you?"
"Hehehehe... I'm not Ramso," the being wearing Ramso's face said with disturbing amusement. "I merely borrowed his body temporarily. Cabba, you have my sincere gratitude for your assistance."
The incomprehensible statement left Cabba stunned, his mind racing to understand what was happening.
Suddenly, a chilling aura enveloped Cabba as a powerful presence emanated from Ramso's form—energy that felt completely alien and wrong.
"You're not Ramso!" Cabba declared, his body tensing into a fighting stance.
"Hmph, didn't I just state that clearly? You're ridiculously slow to comprehend things, you pathetic excuse for a Saiyan!" Ramso's—or rather, the entity controlling him—eyes blazed with malevolent intensity as he smiled viciously, baring white teeth in an expression of predatory satisfaction.
Immediately following this revelation, other crew members throughout the spaceship appeared from various corridors and chambers, surrounding Cabba in a tightening circle.
Every single one possessed the same blank, vacant eyes—completely enslaved to whatever instructions the entity controlling Ramso issued. They all assumed combat-ready stances simultaneously.
"All of you... this..." Cabba's mind reeled as understanding crashed over him. "I don't know what method you used to control my companions, but I'm afraid you've made a critical miscalculation about my strength! I possess the power of Super Saiyan—I won't be defeated so easily!"
"HAHAHAHA! I'll wager you don't dare actually use that power," the entity taunted through Ramso's mouth, approaching aggressively without any trace of fear. "The bodies surrounding you belong to your precious comrades. If you unleash Super Saiyan power, their physical forms will be destroyed utterly. You don't have the heart to kill your own friends, do you?"
The words struck directly at Cabba's fundamental weakness. He did indeed possess overwhelming strength, but his essential kindness and compassion had formed a somewhat indecisive character. Facing his mind-controlled companions, he couldn't bring himself to employ Super Saiyan force and potentially kill them. He trembled with frustrated rage.
"What exactly do you want from me?!" Cabba demanded.
"It's beautifully simple," the parasite replied with dark amusement. "I've taken quite a liking to your body, you see. A powerful physique can provide me with tremendous strength and capabilities. Ramso's body is serviceable but ultimately a bit weak and limiting. Your body, however, is absolutely perfect for my needs. So... give it to me!"
"You—" Cabba's words caught in his throat as the surrounding soldiers suddenly rushed forward in coordinated assault, moving to suppress and overwhelm him.
Inside the confined space of the spacecraft, a fierce battle erupted despite the need for restraint. The forbearing Cabba fought desperately against the enslaved Saiyans led by the possessed Ramso, their struggle unfolding in the depths of the universe where no one could witness or intervene.
On Planet Sadala, Renso suddenly trembled involuntarily, gazing out at the bright sunshine streaming through the windows. He found himself frowning with inexplicable concern.
"Strange... why would I have such an ominous premonition?" Renso muttered, shaking his head as if to clear troubling thoughts. "Could something have happened to Cabba?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Caulifla said dismissively, waving off his concerns with her typical casual confidence. "Cabba's already a Super Saiyan. Who could possibly be a threat to him at this point?"
But even as she finished speaking, she too felt a sudden wave of inexplicable horror wash over her—sourceless yet suffocating, like an invisible hand tightening around her throat.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong.