[ADVANCE CHAPTER ON PATREON 30+]
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Beyond the planet, Bardock's mind wrapped around the world, sensing everything on its surface.
In an instant, he mapped out its shape, its land, and even the life forms living there.
"Namek…! Hah, I didn't expect to find it this easily." His eyes lit up. He thought it would take much longer, but here it was, right in front of him.
With a flicker of light, Bardock vanished from the void and reappeared above the surface.
But this wasn't the Namek he had read about in history.
The Namek he knew of was desolate—barely any green, harsh environments, few survivors struggling to rebuild after their people's mistakes.
But this one… this Namek was alive, green, fresh air, thriving cities. It looked like nothing had ever been destroyed here.
"The Namekians are smart. They wouldn't wreck their own planet so easily. So why does the Namek of the future become such a wasteland? I'll have to dig deeper."
Talking to himself, Bardock blurred into nothing, moving like a phantom.
He didn't plan to contact the Namekians directly. To them, he was a stranger from the universe—a dangerous outsider. No race welcomes someone like that.
…
Within half an hour, Bardock had already passed through several major cities. That was enough to understand the situation.
These Namekians weren't weak. Their technology was advanced, even reaching into space travel, though not too far beyond their system.
Like Saiyans sending their children off-world, Namekians launched their eggs to other planets. But unlike Saiyans, they weren't doing it for survival—they did it for profit and power.
In some ways, it was even colder than what the Saiyans did. At least Saiyans still had bonds. These Namekians cared only about gain.
Bardock smirked. "No matter the race, there are always two sides. The peaceful ones… and the ones hungry for power."
The peaceful clans were builders, looking to grow without harming others. The others? Fighters, ruthless and greedy for dominance.
Cloaked in a black robe, Bardock walked the streets unnoticed. His power was so far above theirs that it was easy to mask himself completely.
Suddenly, his senses caught something.
"…Huh? Over there… interesting."
On the far side of the planet, he felt it—huge concentrations of power. Dozens of Namekians gathered, some with battle power in the billions. And a few… stronger still.
Even Bardock's brow lifted slightly. "So strong… stronger than I imagined. Namekians with this kind of power? Heh… this is worth watching."
He grinned under his hood, then vanished without a trace.
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Elsewhere on Namek.
Atop the central tower of the main city, a fierce confrontation was unfolding.
"Sladun… you shouldn't have come back here." The Great Elder of Namek, Murat, glared, his voice filled with rage.
"Heh heh heh… after all these years, is that how you greet me, Father?" The one called Sladun smiled, but his eyes burned with bloodlust.
The other Namekians present were shocked, but Murat knew the truth.
This was his son—exiled long ago. A cruel, ruthless traitor.
"Silence!! Over a hundred years ago, I cast you out. You are no son of mine!" Murat roared. "Sladun, you came back for the Dragon Balls, didn't you?!"
He had expected this day. He knew his fallen son would return eventually. But not so soon.
To Namek, Sladun was a living disaster. A walking catastrophe.
Sladun smirked coldly. "So what if I did? So what if I didn't? After all this time, can't I at least come home? Or will you even deny your own child the right to return?"
His face was calm, hiding his true intent. But Murat wasn't fooled.
"Home?!" Murat roared. "This is no home of yours!! You murdered your own brothers! You destroyed your people! You should have died out there!! You should have vanished forever!!"
The words hit hard. For the first time, Sladun's face twisted with anger.
His fists clenched. His ki flared.
The killing intent in his heart exploded, shaking the tower itself.
Sladun vs Elder Murat
"Hmph!! Father… you're such a great father…" Sladun's voice shook, first calm, then twisted. Suddenly he burst out laughing.
"Heheheheh!! Hahahahaha!!!"
His laugh was filled with rage and madness. The killing intent in his eyes felt like it could cut the air itself. But still, he didn't attack right away. He just glared at the old man standing tall before him.
"Was it really my fault back then?! You forced me into this corner! If it wasn't for your injustice… I wouldn't be here now!! And even now, you still blame me?!"
Even under that crushing aura, Elder Murat didn't flinch. The old Namek straightened his back, his voice steady.
"This is your home? This is what you call your heart?! Even after a hundred years, you haven't changed! Sladun… you'll stop at nothing, won't you?"
He clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with resolve.
"Even if you kill me here, you will never get the Dragon Balls. Your ambition is too dangerous! If you get them, it won't just destroy Namek… it'll threaten the entire universe!"
The guards around him tensed. Dozens of elite Namek warriors, each powerful in their own right. But Murat knew—Sladun's power was far beyond theirs. Even if their numbers doubled, they'd be crushed.
Sladun's smirk vanished. The last flicker of hope in his eyes died.
"You stubborn old fool… you don't even know the truth of that day! And you call yourself my father… pathetic." He bared his teeth in anger, his ki flaring hotter than fire.
"But you're right about one thing. If you don't give me the Dragon Balls, I will destroy this planet! Family means nothing to me now!"
He stepped forward, his aura shaking the tower beneath them.
"My strength… you already know how far it's gone. You think I don't have the power to wipe this place out?! If you give them to me willingly, maybe—just maybe—I'll leave. That's the only mercy you'll get, Father."
The word dripped with venom. His killing intent was overflowing now.
Sladun had wandered the universe for over a century. He would never have returned if not for the Dragon Balls. To him, Namek wasn't home anymore—it was just a tool.
Meanwhile…
From the shadows, Bardock stood hidden, watching silently. His sharp eyes didn't miss a thing.
"Tch… never thought I'd see this. Namekians fighting each other… and between father and son, no less."
He crossed his arms, studying them with interest.
"Could this be the turning point? Maybe this is what changed their whole race in the future…"
Bardock smirked faintly under his breath. Normally, he'd just step in, confront the Elder, and demand the Dragon Balls. But now… this drama was too good to ignore.
"No rush. I already found Planet Namek. I'll wait and see how this plays out."
He wasn't worried about Sladun killing Murat. With Bardock here, no one could touch the Elder unless he allowed it.
His gaze sharpened.
"If I'm right… that guy, Sladun, must be a Super Namek. His power is insane. Over a million, at least… no, more. And those twelve warriors behind him… they're monsters too."
Bardock's eyes narrowed, measuring their ki.
"Eight of them… each over one hundred million. That's emperor-level in most galaxies. And the other four… close to a billion each. Hah… unbelievable."
He remembered his decades of travel, his countless battles across the stars. He knew well—breaking one hundred million made you a top dog in any galaxy. A galactic emperor. Invincible in your sector.
But here, there were twelve of them. All under Sladun.
"Namekians this strong… I've never seen anything like it."
He chuckled softly.
"Let's see how this plays out. I can already sense more Namekians rushing here… two, maybe three minutes out. This fight… it's about to change everything."
Bardock's aura flickered faintly, hidden in the void. His sharp eyes never left the unfolding confrontation.
"Sladun… Elder Murat… let's see who makes the first move."