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As Sladon's men clashed with the Namekians, Bardock stayed hidden, quietly watching.
The battle exploded instantly — fierce, brutal, and far beyond what ordinary eyes could follow.
Sladon's warriors were monsters, each one with a power level over 100 million. The Elder's guards, though strong for Namekians, only reached millions or tens of millions. The difference was just too big.
Their only advantage… numbers.
But against Sladon's squad, even that wasn't enough.
The Great Elder could only watch as his people fell one by one. Cities crumbled, warriors screamed, and soon he stood alone, his heart heavy.
"Don't think you can do as you please just because you've gained the help of outsiders!" the Elder shouted, his voice shaking with both anger and sorrow. "Even if you kill me, the tribe will rise again! Sooner or later, you'll fall here on Namek, Sladon!"
But Sladon only sneered. His eyes burned like a demon's as he stepped forward through the smoke of war.
"Do you know why I came straight to you instead of wiping out the others first?" Sladon asked, a cruel grin stretching across his face.
The Elder frowned, his breath catching. Slowly, realization dawned, and his eyes widened in horror.
"You… you planned this! You wanted them all to gather here!"
"That's right." Sladon laughed coldly. "And now… it's too late."
At his signal, his warriors tossed aside the Namekians they were toying with and regrouped at his side.
Above, dots in the sky grew larger — thousands of Namekian warriors, rushing to their Elder's aid. The ground trembled beneath their numbers.
When they saw their capital in ruins, their kin slaughtered, their rage boiled over.
"Sladon! You've gone too far! This is your end!" the Elder roared, clinging to hope.
But Sladon's power suddenly spiked, his aura surging like a storm.
"No, Father… this is your end!!"
He raised his hand, and in an instant, unleashed a massive energy wave — a sharp, expanding ring that sliced through everything in its path.
Namekian warriors were cut down like grass. Blood sprayed, screams echoed. It was a massacre.
To Sladon, even warriors with a power level of 100 million were nothing but ants. And ants… are crushed.
In just three minutes, the battlefield was painted red.
Thousands lay dead or broken. Even with their regeneration, they couldn't recover quickly enough from such devastation.
The Elder trembled. Fear gnawed at his heart, but rage burned hotter. He charged Sladon, even knowing he was no match.
Sladon grinned and toyed with him, dodging his attacks as if it were a game. For a minute, he let his father swing hopelessly. Then, bored, he crippled him in an instant — shattering his legs and right arm, leaving him to prop himself up with one arm in the dirt.
"It's over, Father," Sladon said coldly. "It's time you finally learned the truth. I won't carry the name of a sinner any longer!"
He pressed two fingers to his father's forehead. A flash of energy — and memories buried for a hundred years poured into the Elder's mind.
The truth.
Sladon clenched his fists as his voice cracked with both anger and pain.
"A hundred years ago, I gave everything for the future of Namek! I fought for our people while you clung to your old ways!"
Back then, the Namekians were split — conservatives like the Elder, and warriors like Sladon. They both wanted prosperity for Namek, but by different paths.
The planet's resources were running dry. To survive, the tribe reached for the stars, trading and gathering from lifeless worlds.
But then… aliens came. They wormed their way into Namek's affairs. Some among the tribe betrayed their people for power.
Sladon was made the scapegoat.
Labeled a traitor. Branded a killer of his own people. Exiled for a hundred years.
"No matter how I explained, no one listened," Sladon growled, his aura flaring. "And for a century, I carried the shame of a crime I never committed!"
His eyes narrowed.
"But now… I don't care anymore. Since you forced me into the role of a monster… I'll BE that monster!"
He turned, his voice rising with fury.
"Jezren! Natora! The other Elders who hid behind you! Don't think I've forgotten! I'll hunt you down too!"
Sladon's laughter shook the battlefield, echoing like thunder across Namek.
At this moment, the Great Elder's face was full of pain and regret.
He had carried this guilt for many years, but deep down he always told himself he wasn't wrong. He believed no one had tricked him.
But he was tricked.
Sladun stood over his father, staring down coldly with no mercy in his eyes. The past no longer mattered to him.
"Back then, I killed those traitors who plotted against me. I had no choice but to leave this worthless planet behind. But now I'm back… and I'll have my revenge.
Tell me, old man—where are the Dragon Balls? Answer me, and maybe I'll spare the innocent ones!"
The Elder trembled. He knew his son had been wronged, but the Sladun standing before him was no longer the boy from a hundred years ago.
"I exiled you without learning the truth. That was my failure as a father. But look at you now! The path you've chosen only shows the evil in your heart. I was not wrong to cast you out!
The Dragon Balls will never fall into your hands! Even if I die, they'll vanish with me!"
Sladun's eyes grew darker.
"Hmph. Then you leave me no choice. I'll find the Dragon Balls myself! You're not the only one on Namek who can create them. Your apprentices will talk… one way or another!"
He raised his hand. His energy flared, condensing into a glowing red sphere that shook the ground with its power. The aura alone was enough to erase the entire planet.
The Elder gasped, frozen in terror. Even Sladun's own soldiers held their breath. They knew he wouldn't destroy Namek outright—his goal was the Dragon Balls—but the sheer force was terrifying.
Greed flickered in the eyes of his twelve followers. They had all served him for decades, but now that they knew of the Dragon Balls, each one secretly dreamed of using them for their own wish: immortality, power, wealth…
But Sladun didn't care. He thrust the attack toward his father.
In that instant—
Boom! The energy was wiped away, dispersed like smoke.
Everyone turned in shock. A lone figure had stepped from the shadows.
It was Bardock.
He had been watching in silence, but he couldn't let the Elder die. Even if the old Namekian was foolish, Bardock knew the truth—only the Great Elder's Dragon Balls had real power. The others were useless.
"You… who are you?!" the Elder gasped, stunned that he was still alive.
Bardock ignored him. His eyes locked on Sladun.
Sladun narrowed his gaze. "Impressive… I didn't think Namek still had a warrior like you. Tell me your name!"
Bardock smirked. "Does my name really matter?"
Sladun frowned. He glanced at the Elder with disdain. "So… even a fool like you had this hidden away. Hmph." Then his eyes returned to Bardock. "You're strong. Stronger than most. Instead of wasting your time protecting this old man, why not serve me? I'll give you more than this planet ever could!"
Bardock chuckled. "Serve you? You've got it backward. You're not even qualified to ask me that. And I'm no Namekian."
With that, Bardock removed his hood, revealing his face.
The crowd gasped. Even Sladun's eyes widened.
"…So, you're not of this planet. Interesting," Sladun said, forcing a grin. "But my offer still stands. Join me, or…"
His gaze flicked toward his soldiers. They understood instantly, cracking their knuckles and stepping forward.
The battle was about to begin.