DBZ Goten : Become Stronger By Defeating Your Opponent

"Who are they?" the Galactic King asked, his large, octopus-like eyes scanning Vegeta, Goten, Krillin, and Gohan.

Jack stepped forward to introduce them. "This is Vegeta, Goten, Krillin, and Gohan," he said proudly.

"Oh, hello!" the Galactic King said, addressing the group with a wide grin. "Thank you for helping us capture the criminals!"

"It's nothing," Gohan replied with a modest laugh.

The Galactic King nodded, his tentacles twitching with approval. "To show our gratitude for capturing Saganbo and his gang, I am proud to award you the Galactic Patrol's highest honor—the Hero Medal!"

Goku and the others exchanged surprised glances but nodded in agreement. The King of the Galaxy signaled his attendants, who quickly brought forward shining medals adorned with intricate designs, symbolizing the highest level of contribution to the Galactic Patrol.

As the medals were placed around their necks, Jack, standing in the corner, felt a pang of envy. He had dedicated years of service to the Galactic Patrol, earning countless medals for his efforts, but none as prestigious as these.

In Jack's eyes, Goku and the others may have only defeated a demon, but to the Galactic Patrol, they had eliminated some of the most dangerous criminals ever held in the Galactic Prison. Their contributions had saved the galaxy from an unfathomable threat, earning them this rare honor.

After receiving the medals, Goku and his companions took a tour of the Galactic Patrol base. While Goku and Vegeta showed little interest in the advanced technology around them, Gohan, the scholar of the group, marveled at the innovations.

Once the tour concluded, Goku used Instant Transmission to teleport everyone back to Earth.

Meanwhile, on Theta, the headquarters of the Heeter Force…

A long, sleek spaceship descended from the sky, its engines humming softly as it landed on the planet's rocky terrain. The hatch opened, and a young man stepped out.

He had long green hair, a piercing blue left eye, and a black eyepatch covering his right. His military green suit clung tightly to his frame, hinting at his combat-ready physique.

This was Granola, a skilled bounty hunter and mercenary for the Heeter Force. He had returned to submit a completed mission and claim his reward.

Granola entered the lobby of the Heeter headquarters, where four individuals sat on crimson chairs. Their blue skin and unique appearances set them apart from most beings in the galaxy.

At the center was Elek, the leader of the organization. Tall and lean, Elek exuded an air of authority. To his left sat a petite woman with purple hair named Maki, and next to her was Oil, a towering, rotund man with sparse hair. On Elek's right was Gas, a shorter man whose intense gaze revealed his dangerous nature.

All four wore matching red jackets and white trousers, though each had personalized details to their outfits.

"Granola!" Elek greeted him with a sharp smile. "Welcome back."

Granola nodded silently, tossing a blood-stained bag onto the table in front of Elek.

Elek arched an eyebrow. "And this is?"

"The head of Perot, the target you hired me to eliminate," Granola replied curtly.

"Oil!" Elek called.

Oil stood, grabbed the bag, and opened it to confirm its contents. Inside was the severed head of Perot, the bounty target.

"It's him," Oil confirmed.

"Maki, pay the man," Elek said casually.

Maki tossed a bag of gold coins toward Granola, who caught it effortlessly and tucked it away.

"If that's all, I'll be on my way," Granola said, turning to leave.

"Wait," Elek interrupted, his tone laced with intrigue.

Granola stopped and glanced back. "What is it?"

"I've heard some interesting news," Elek said, leaning forward. "Frieza is alive."

Granola froze. "Frieza's alive?!" he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Indeed," Elek said smoothly. "Didn't you hear? He was resurrected with the Dragon Balls."

Granola's hands clenched into fists. "How is that possible? He was dead!"

Elek smirked. "The Dragon Balls can make anything possible. Didn't you know that?"

Granola took a deep breath, his mind racing. "Where is he now?" he demanded.

Elek's smirk widened. "Why? Planning to take revenge?"

"Just tell me where he is!" Granola shouted.

Elek leaned back in his chair, unbothered by Granola's outburst. "Even if I told you, what chance would you have against him? Frieza is far stronger than you."

Granola growled. "I'll do whatever it takes to beat him."

"Let's see about that," Elek said, signaling to Oil with a slight nod.

Oil stood and cracked his knuckles, stepping forward with a confident grin.

"Fine," Granola said through gritted teeth. He lunged at Oil with a fierce kick, but Oil casually sidestepped the attack and grabbed Granola's leg with his massive hand.

With a powerful spin, Oil swung Granola like a rag doll before slamming him into the ground.

"Bang!" The impact shook the floor, and a cloud of dust rose around them.

Granola groaned as he struggled to push himself up, but Oil pressed him down with a heavy boot.

Elek walked over, looking down at Granola with a mocking smile. "See? You're nowhere near strong enough to take on Frieza. If I told you where he was, you'd just be marching to your death."

Granola gritted his teeth, fury and humiliation burning in his chest.

"Let him go," Elek said finally, waving a hand.

Oil stepped back, allowing Granola to slowly rise to his feet. Without another word, Granola turned and left the hall, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

As the door closed behind him, Maki turned to Elek. "Why'd you tell him about Frieza? He wouldn't have known otherwise."

Elek smirked. "I wanted to test his strength. He's growing stronger quickly, but I need to ensure he doesn't become a threat to us."

"Smart," Oil said with a nod.

Granola returned to Planet Cereal, his home planet, with Elek's words echoing in his mind.

Forty years ago, Planet Cereal had been a thriving world until Frieza's army and the Saiyans invaded. The planet's population was wiped out, including Granola's mother. Only Granola had survived, and the memories of that day haunted him still.

As he approached his small home, Granola was greeted by an elderly Namekian with cyan skin and a kind face.

"Monaito," Granola said softly.

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