On the sixth day, we finally landed on Planet Namek. The air felt strange—calm but heavy, like the planet itself already knew trouble was coming.
We made our way to the closest village. Thankfully, the Namekians could speak our language; otherwise, things would have been difficult since none of us could speak theirs. At first, the village chief was cautious, suspicion written all over his face. I insisted that I needed to see the Grand Elder Guru. He seemed to hesitate, almost as if communicating silently with someone, then nodded and told us to follow.
Inside the Grand Elder's home, we were met by an imposing young Namekian warrior who stood protectively at Guru's side. Later, I would learn his name: Nail.
I explained everything—the threat of Frieza, his army, and what he intended to do with the Dragon Balls. Guru placed his hand over me, and with his unique ability, he read my memories. He saw my truth and, more importantly, the echoes of another timeline.
When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, deep, and certain:
"Child, you have endured much. What you carry is not only knowledge of your world, but fragments of others. The paths you've walked are proof that there is more than one timeline. You are here earlier than you once were, and so events will already diverge from the story you remember."
His words sent a chill through me. Even he could sense it—our actions here were already rewriting fate.
Guru then used his ability to unlock the hidden potential inside me, Krillin, and Chiaotzu. The rush of energy was overwhelming, like a fire igniting inside my very bones. Afterward, Guru gathered the other Namekians and declared his intention to pass leadership on to a younger Namekian. It was the same decision he had made in my original timeline, only earlier.
With his blessing, we made our three wishes.
1. Revive Piccolo.
2. Bring Goku, Raditz, Vegeta, and Piccolo to Namek.
3. Relocate all Namekians to Earth, safe from Frieza.
But Guru interrupted at the last wish. His voice rumbled with quiet finality.
"No… Nail, Dende, and I must remain here. Their roles in this story are not yet finished. And as for me… my time is already short. The Namekians no longer need an old man who has passed on his mantle. Let me rest here on my homeworld."
And so it was done.
When Goku and Raditz appeared, they were still battered from their injuries. Dende rushed to heal them immediately. Piccolo stepped forward of his own will, calm and wordless. Vegeta, however, was unconscious—unable to give his consent.
When he woke, confusion turned instantly to fury.
"What have you DONE?!" he snapped, fists clenched. His eyes darted from Nail to Krillin to me. "Where in the hell am I, and why do I sense Kakarot here?"
He bristled like a cornered animal, but then his gaze snapped to me as I flared my ki. My power level spiked, and his scouter would have shattered had it still been intact. He staggered back a half step, wide-eyed.
"Forty… forty thousand?! That's impossible. You—" his lip curled into a snarl "—you're just a woman. What trick is this?!"
I met his glare with a calm smile.
"No trick. Just progress. You've had your Zenkai boost, Vegeta, but I've been busy. You can stay weak and chase your pride, or you can listen and actually get stronger."
He spat at the ground, trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
"Stronger? From you? Don't mock me! I am the Prince of all Saiyans!"
My voice sharpened, cutting through his pride like a blade.
"Prince of what, Vegeta? Of ashes? You cling to a title that means nothing because Frieza destroyed your people. You're a prince without a kingdom. Do you really want to stay that way?"
His jaw clenched, rage simmering behind his eyes. He wanted to lash out, but I saw the hesitation. The seed of doubt.
I tossed him a capsule—inside, a gravity device identical to mine.
"Use it or don't. But when Frieza comes, you'll finally see who the real enemy is."
Vegeta caught the capsule, glaring, and turned away without another word. His pride wouldn't let him thank me, but his silence was enough.
As he left, I felt Krillin's and Chiaotzu's eyes on me. They had been quiet the whole time, but I could tell what they were thinking. They knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. My talk with Guru, the way I seemed to know things before they happened—it didn't add up.
But for now, they gave me the benefit of the doubt. They trusted me enough to let it go.
And with that, our preparations for Frieza's arrival truly began.