Shenron's Vow: The Ultimate Wishmaker

Renkai leaned against the wall of Bulma's sprawling Western Capital home, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the chaos unfold on the television screen. Raditz, a wild-haired Saiyan with a penchant for destruction, was turning Earth's cities into rubble. "Honey," he said, glancing at Bulma, who was tinkering with a gadget nearby, "that lunatic tearing up the planet? He's a Saiyan. Goku's brother, no less."

Bulma's head snapped up, her blue eyes widening. "Goku has a brother?" She set her wrench down with a clatter, a grin spreading across her face. "Well, that explains the monkey tail. But seriously, what's with these Saiyans and their family reunions?"

Renkai chuckled, though his amusement quickly hardened into resolve. "Since he's Goku's kin, it'd be a shame to let Goku handle this alone. Besides, no one trashes my turf without consequences." He straightened, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial tone. "Here's the plan: you get Lan Qi to call the Dog King—use the Universal Capsule Company's security department as leverage. Tell him he's paying for peace. Raditz might be a headache even for us, but that mutt doesn't get a free ride. Charge what you think's fair, babe. You've got a knack for this."

Bulma's eyes gleamed with mischief. As the daughter of the world's richest man, she could calculate a king's ransom in her sleep. "Oh, I've got this, husband. That Dog King's been coasting too long—time he learns protection comes with a price." She was already mentally tallying the damages Raditz had caused, factoring in the Capsule Corp's influence. Renkai had floated the idea of protection fees before, but money wasn't the issue—he was loaded. No, this was about principle. The Dog King's ignorance grated on him. From Piccolo Daimao to Majin Buu, the world faced crisis after crisis, and every time, the protagonists—Renkai included—risked their lives to save it. Yet the Dog King remained blissfully unaware, crediting frauds like Satan instead. Tanks couldn't stop a real threat, but Satan breaking a brick? Laughable. Renkai was done coddling fools.

He turned to Goku, who was hunched over a plate of barbecue, sauce smeared across his cheeks. "Goku, you see the news? That's your brother out there. Go deal with him."

Goku paused mid-bite, blinking up at Renkai. "Aw, c'mon, big brother! That guy's weak sauce. Can't Oolong and Puar handle it?" Renkai's expression darkened, a silent warning in his narrowed eyes. Goku gulped down the rest of his meat in two massive bites, wiped his hands on his orange gi, and sighed. "Alright, alright, I'm going!" In a flash, he vanished, teleporting toward Raditz's rampage.

Renkai shook his head. Teaching Goku teleportation had been a gamble—half the time, the guy forgot he even had the skill. Still, it was handy now. The protagonist crew had grown formidable, each with tricks up their sleeves, and Renkai took quiet pride in that.

Meanwhile, in a city reduced to smoking ruins, Raditz reveled in his havoc. Buildings crumbled under his qigong blasts, and the air rang with his maniacal laughter. "Pathetic worms! Is this all you've got?" He barely noticed the faint shimmer in the air until Goku materialized in front of him, arms crossed and a curious tilt to his head.

Raditz stumbled back, startled. "Kakarot?!" His shock melted into a feverish grin as he studied Goku's face—so like their father Bardock's, it was uncanny. "You've come to me at last."

Goku scratched his head, frowning. "Huh? How'd you know I was coming? Wait—who're you, anyway?"

Raditz's grin widened, though a vein pulsed in his temple. "I'm Raditz, your elder brother, you dolt! You're Kakarot, sent here as a kid to wipe out these weaklings. So why, after all this time, is this planet still crawling with them?"

"Kakarot…" Goku mumbled, squinting as if dredging up a long-buried memory. "That sounds kinda familiar, but nah, can't place it. Anyway, you're Raditz? Since when are you my brother? Renkai's my only big brother. You're just some jerk wrecking stuff!"

Raditz's face twisted with rage. "You idiot! You deny your own blood for some local trash? You're a disgrace to the Saiyan race!" He lunged, throwing a wild punch at Goku's face. "Let your real brother knock some sense into you, you stupid Oudou!"

Goku didn't flinch. To him, Raditz moved like a slug—slow, predictable. The punch landed square on his jaw, but Goku barely budged, his expression blank. Raditz froze, fist still pressed against Goku's cheek, his bravado faltering. "You're too weak," Goku said flatly. "I was gonna finish you off, but since you're yapping about being my brother, I'll give you a shot. Big Brother Renkai can sort you out." Before Raditz could protest, Goku grabbed his arm, pinned him effortlessly despite his thrashing, and teleported back to Bulma's house.

Renkai raised an eyebrow as Goku reappeared, dragging a snarling Raditz. "Alive, huh? Fine by me." Dead or not, Raditz was a speck on his radar. If Goku saw potential in him, Renkai wouldn't argue—Vegeta had turned over a new leaf, after all. Why not this loudmouth?

Raditz, however, was a mess of fear and fury. His "stupid brother" had overpowered him like it was nothing, and now, surrounded by Renkai and the others, he felt smaller than ever. His eyes darted between them—Piccolo's cold glare, Bulma's smug grin, Goku's goofy smile. Then it hit him: they weren't just Earthlings. Something about their strength, their presence, screamed Saiyan. Had they mixed bloodlines? Enhanced themselves? In Vegeta's crew, Raditz was a grunt, barely worth a glance. Here, among Renkai's "gang," he was still outclassed, a minnow in a sea of sharks.

Renkai stepped forward, his aura pressing down on Raditz like a physical weight. "You're a wrecking ball with no aim. Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood. Stick around, train hard, and maybe you'll amount to something." His tone was firm but laced with opportunity—Raditz could hear it. Months later, under Renkai's brutal guidance, Raditz's power surged, eclipsing years under Vegeta's command. His grudging respect for this new "boss" grew into something akin to worship.

With Raditz subdued, Bulma took charge of the cleanup. She summoned Jiang Shenlong, the dragon's massive form coiling into the sky. "Revive every good soul Raditz killed and fix the cities he trashed," she commanded. The dragon's eyes glowed, and in a flash, the dead returned, buildings reformed, and Earth sighed in relief. The Dog King, trembling after witnessing the dragon's power, forked over a fortune—Bulma's "fair price"—without a peep. He'd seen his army crushed; paying Renkai beat funding a useless militia any day.

Far across the cosmos, on a Frieza Legion outpost, Vegeta and Nappa lounged in a dimly lit break room, fresh from purging another planet. Vegeta sipped from a canteen, his sharp eyes glinting. "Raditz should've reported back by now. What's that fool doing?"

Nappa shrugged, cracking his knuckles. "Probably got lost. Or dead. Either way, Earth's a speck—can't be that tough."

Vegeta smirked, staring into the void. "We'll see."

Back on Earth, Renkai watched Raditz spar with Goku, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Another crisis averted, another ally gained. The game was getting interesting.

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