[ADVANCE CHAPTER ON PATREON 30+]
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"Even though you didn't push me to use my full power, your strength isn't bad. If you ever reach a higher level, maybe you'll be worthy to fight me again."
Bardock didn't plan to kill Slaton. He saw potential in him, and it would be a waste to let that vanish.
Dropping out of Super Saiyan Full Power, Bardock caught Slaton before he hit the ground. He carried him down and laid him gently on an open patch of land.
Not far away, Elder Murat and the other Namekians slowly gathered. They were still in shock. Everything that happened felt like a dream.
But doubt began to grow in their hearts. Bardock was unbelievably strong. He came to Namek quietly, defeated the threat, and saved them.
If he was a good man, that was fine.
But if he was an enemy… and wanted the Dragon Balls… then Namek would face an even greater disaster.
Elder Murat's thoughts were heavy with worry. Before he could think further, Bardock suddenly appeared in front of him.
The Elder stiffened, his face sweating, but he quickly bowed.
"Stranger… no, Saiyan King. Without you, Namek would already be gone. On behalf of myself and my people, I thank you."
Bardock smirked slightly. He didn't care much for flowery words. Especially from someone like Murat.
"Let's not waste time. You're the Elder of Namek, and I'm the King of Saiyans. We both know why I'm here. So I'll say it straight—" Bardock's eyes narrowed. "Slaton is mine. You can't decide his fate. I came here for one thing: the Dragon Balls. That's all your people have that matters to me."
The Elder inhaled sharply. The hidden Namekians froze, ready to strike, but Bardock's words stopped them. One wrong move, and they'd all pay for it.
"King of Saiyans," Murat said carefully, "the Dragon Balls are sacred to us. We cannot give them away so easily—"
But suddenly, a voice echoed in the Elder's mind. His face changed. After a pause, he spoke again, his tone completely different.
"…The Dragon Balls. I can let you make a wish. But on one condition."
Bardock raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"Our Dragon Balls grant three wishes. I will use one for myself. You may use the other two. That is my offer."
It was the Elder's greatest concession.
Bardock shrugged. Two wishes were enough. "Fine."
…
Ten minutes later.
Under the Elder's order, the seven Dragon Balls were gathered. The sky darkened, and the Namekian Shenron—Porunga—rose from the light for the first time in front of Bardock.
The massive dragon towered over them, his power filling the air.
"Fifty years…" Bardock muttered to himself. "After all this time… I finally made it."
The Dragon Balls—mystical, absurd, and more powerful than any system or weapon.
Wishes that could bend reality itself.
Bardock stared up at Porunga. Compared to the one in the original history, this dragon looked even larger, more imposing.
Strange… but not impossible. Different Elders, different times—of course there'd be differences.
The Elder spoke with respect. "This is Porunga, guardian dragon of Namek. Bardock, King of the Saiyans… state your wish. So long as it is not evil beyond reason, Porunga will grant it."
The Elder raised his stance, making it clear—Porunga would not act unless he gave the command.
But Bardock only smirked. He knew the truth. He was a traveler through time. He knew the plots, the secrets. He knew even Shenron wasn't absolute.
After all, when Beerus appeared in the original story, Shenron bowed instantly and called him "Master."
Power decides everything—even for gods and dragons.
Bardock clenched his fist. "Good. Then let's begin."
Time kept passing, second by second.
After the Great Elder spoke, Bardock just stared calmly at Shenron Porunga.
To him, the Elder's words weren't worth taking seriously.
It's not that Bardock looked down on him — but the Elder's way of acting felt laughable.
Sure, Bardock needed the Namekian dragon to grant his wish. But that didn't mean he had to bow to the Namekians.
"Tell me your wish. If you wait too long, I'll return to my rest."
For the first time, Porunga himself spoke directly to Bardock.
The earlier line — "I can grant three wishes" — wasn't special. That was just his usual greeting.
Bardock smirked. "Why the rush? Some wishes can't be explained in a few words. And mine isn't something outsiders should hear… not even you, Great Elder."
His sharp eyes turned toward the Elder, making his intent clear.
The Elder's chest tightened. He tried to argue, voice shaking:
"But we agreed — no matter your wish, it must be spoken with my witness and permission!"
Bardock's expression hardened. His aura flared.
"No. You're wrong, Elder. My wish doesn't need your permission. I only promised not to make an excessive wish!"
The Elder swallowed nervously, but pushed back. "Still… if you want Porunga to grant your wish, you must speak in the Namekian tongue! Without me, you can't summon him at all!"
Around them, the other Namekians stayed frozen. Even the strongest warriors couldn't intervene.
Porunga, meanwhile, watched silently, almost amused. For him, being summoned was rare. A little extra time outside didn't bother him.
But he didn't expect what Bardock would do next.
Bardock's voice cut through the silence.
"Whether my wish is granted doesn't depend on you, Elder. Yes — the proper way is for you to translate into Namekian. But that's only because Porunga accepts it."
He paused, then revealed something that shook everyone present.
"As far as I know… the Namekians only gained the power of the Dragon Balls by chance. You found fragments of the wishing orbs and inherited a small piece of the Dragon God Salama's power. That's why you call yourselves the descendants of the Dragon Clan. In truth… you only borrowed his power."
Gasps spread among the Namekians. Even Porunga's massive eyes widened.
How could this Saiyan — barely born decades ago — know secrets buried for countless generations?
Bardock smirked, his suspicions confirmed.
"Now… can we speak alone, Porunga? Or do you still need Namekian words to hear me?"
The Elder froze, terrified. His eyes darted to Porunga.
The atmosphere grew heavy — Bardock wasn't negotiating anymore. He was challenging Shenron himself.
Porunga's deep voice rumbled.
"Your words… stir memories. But that isn't enough for me to break the rules. At most, I could grant you small favors during your wish. Changing the system of the Dragon Balls comes at a cost, even for me."
Bardock laughed lightly, as if he expected that.
"I figured as much. But listen carefully, Dragon… I'm not asking anymore. I'm telling you. You'll speak with me alone — and you won't refuse me."
The shock rippled through every Namekian. Even Sladun, barely regaining consciousness in the distance, froze in disbelief.
Was Bardock… ordering Shenron?
Porunga's voice boomed again, prideful.
"Saiyan, you may be strong, but threats and tricks don't work on me! This dragon cannot be controlled by you!"
He spoke more sharply than in the original stories, his pride clearly wounded.
But Bardock only smiled wider.
"Is that so? Then let's see, Dragon. The harder the challenge… the more I enjoy it!"
His aura exploded. The ground shook. The sky darkened.
The pressure pouring from him was unlike anything before — so fierce that the entire planet trembled.
Every living being on Namek struggled to breathe.
Even Porunga's massive body shuddered. Cold sweat ran down his stone-like scales.
Bardock's power didn't just spike — it skyrocketed past limits.
The world itself seemed unable to contain his energy.
Porunga stammered, "You… you are strong. Strong enough to rival a god… but even so, you cannot—"
Bardock's eyes narrowed.
"You think this is my limit? This is just a fraction."
With a roar, his power climbed again, shaking Namek to its core.
Bardock had broken past barriers no mortal Saiyan should cross. His strength wasn't just rising — it was entering a whole new dimension.