Shenron's Vow: The Ultimate Wishmaker

In the dim, metallic confines of a Frieza Legion outpost, Vegeta lounged on a bench, his sharp eyes glinting with irritation. The break room smelled faintly of scorched steel and recycled air, a stark contrast to the Saiyan prince's regal posture. He tapped his armored gauntlet against the armrest, each clink echoing his growing impatience. "That useless Raditz," he snarled, glaring at Nappa, who stood awkwardly nearby, "haven't you contacted him yet?"

Nappa scratched his bald head, his massive frame shrinking under Vegeta's gaze. "Uh, sorry, Vegeta. No word from him yet. I've tried the comms—nothing."

Vegeta's lip curled into a sneer. "No need to bother anymore. That fool's probably dead, rotting on that backwater dump called Earth." He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest, exuding cold confidence.

Nappa's bushy brows shot up, disbelief etched across his rugged face. "Dead? No way, Vegeta. Raditz might be a weakling—1,500 combat power, tops—but Frieza's scouts pegged Earth as a planet of ants. One grunt could wipe out those natives. How could he croak on a place that pathetic?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Are you doubting me, Nappa?" The air grew heavy, charged with the unspoken threat of a prince who brooked no defiance.

"N-No, never!" Nappa stammered, waving his hands frantically. "I'd never dare!"

"Good," Vegeta snapped, his smirk returning. "Whether Raditz is dead or just lost, we'll find out soon enough. We're going to Earth ourselves." His tone softened into something calculating, a predator sizing up prey. "And while we're at it, we'll scrub that planet clean and sell it to Frieza. He won't care what we do as long as he gets his profit."

Nappa hesitated, his loyalty warring with practicality. "But, Vegeta, what about King Frieza's mission?"

A flicker of rage passed through Vegeta's eyes, his pride stung by the reminder of his servitude. "Don't you ever forget, Nappa—I'm your prince, the last of the Saiyan elite! You answer to me, not that tyrant!" He paused, reining in his temper, and added slyly, "Besides, this detour serves Frieza in the end. He'll have his shiny new planet, and I'll have answers."

Nappa nodded eagerly, relieved to avoid Vegeta's wrath. "I'll prep the ships right away, Vegeta." He lumbered out of the room, leaving Vegeta alone with his thoughts.

The prince's gaze drifted to the starry void beyond the outpost's viewport. Raditz's fate barely registered—alive or dead, the weakling was irrelevant. No, what gnawed at Vegeta was the anomaly. A planet of scum shouldn't have silenced a Saiyan, even one as pitiful as Raditz. Something was off, and Vegeta's pride wouldn't let it rest. If Earth hid a secret—a power, a weapon, anything—he'd claim it. Frieza's shadow loomed over him, an abyss of strength he couldn't yet breach. But this? This could be his chance to rise, to shatter the chains of humiliation and seize the universe for himself. Even a slim hope was worth chasing.

Within hours, two spherical spacecraft hummed to life, their engines roaring as they lifted off from the outpost. Vegeta and Nappa, sealed inside, hurtled toward Earth, their mission cloaked in ambition and menace.

Meanwhile, on Earth, life buzzed with deceptive calm. Renkai lounged in Bulma's high-tech mansion in Western Capital, sipping a drink as his two children darted around, giggling. Bulma tinkered with a new invention nearby, her laughter mingling with the kids' chatter. A year had passed since Raditz's chaotic arrival, and the protagonist crew had settled into a rhythm. Goku, Piccolo, and the others trained relentlessly, driven by a singular goal: to catch up to Renkai, their unshakable leader. Earth felt safe, but Renkai knew better—peace was a fleeting illusion in a universe this vast.

A year later, that illusion shattered. The sky trembled as two massive objects pierced the atmosphere, crashing into the ground near a bustling city. Dust billowed from twin craters, each cradling a sleek, spherical spaceship. With a hiss and a groan, the hatches slid open, and out stepped Vegeta and Nappa.

Vegeta surveyed the landscape, his boots crunching against scorched earth. "So this is Earth," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Let's see what these worms are made of, Nappa."

Nappa grinned, his meaty fingers tapping the combat detector over his eye. "On it, Vegeta." The device whirred, scanning the area. "Combat power… 5. Hah! These natives are trash! Raditz couldn't have screwed up here, could he?" His tone wavered, uncertainty creeping in.

Vegeta's arms remained crossed, his expression unreadable. "That's why we're here, idiot. Say hello to these fools. Let them know Prince Vegeta has arrived."

Nappa's grin turned feral. "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that." He launched into the air, his bulk defying gravity as he hovered above the city. Civilians below froze, pointing at the strange figure in the sky. "What's that?" a man shouted, shielding his eyes. "A bird? A plane?" A child tugged at her mother's sleeve, wide-eyed. They had no idea death loomed above them.

With a roar of glee, Nappa unleashed a qigong wave, a searing beam of energy that streaked toward the city. The explosion was deafening—buildings vaporized, streets melted, and a mushroom cloud swelled into the sky. Thousands of lives snuffed out in an instant, reduced to ash. Nappa landed beside Vegeta, dusting off his hands as if he'd swatted a fly. "Greetings delivered, Vegeta."

Vegeta nodded, unfazed. "Good. Now let's get to work. We need to know why Raditz vanished."

Nappa scratched his head, frowning. "How do we do that? This place is a dump."

"Simple," Vegeta said, his voice low and menacing. "Find the strongest fighter here and squeeze the truth out of them." He activated his own combat detector, smirking as it hummed to life. "Let's see who's hiding."

The device beeped rapidly—then erupted in a puff of smoke and sparks. Vegeta ripped it off, hurling the smoldering wreck to the ground. "Damn it! Malfunctioning junk at a time like this?"

Nappa gulped, testing his own detector. "Uh, Vegeta, mine's doing the same—" A crackle, a pop, and it too exploded. He stared at the wreckage, dumbfounded. "Both of them? No way that's a coincidence."

Vegeta's scowl morphed into a wild, exhilarated grin. "Exactly, Nappa. We've just found our answer. Something—or someone—on this 'dump' is strong enough to fry these things." His heart raced, the thrill of the unknown igniting his Saiyan blood. "Raditz didn't just disappear. He ran into trouble."

Nappa paled, his bravado faltering. "You're saying there's a fighter here with over 20,000 combat power? Enough to kill Raditz? But I'm only at a few thousand—I'd be toast!"

Vegeta laughed, a sharp, dangerous sound. "Then you'd better hope they're in a merciful mood, Nappa. Because I'm not leaving until I find out who they are—and take what's mine."

Above them, the sky darkened with smoke, a grim omen of the storm about to break over Earth.

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