Shenron's Vow: The Ultimate Wishmaker

The air crackled with tension as Vegeta stood amidst the smoking craters of their landing site, his sharp eyes glinting with a mix of suspicion and exhilaration. The Earth stretched out before him, a deceptively quiet expanse of green and blue, marred only by the distant plume of destruction Nappa had unleashed moments ago. "This is how it should be," Vegeta declared, his voice low and resolute. "Nappa, we proceed with caution. This backwater planet warrants investigation."

Nappa shifted uneasily, his massive frame dwarfed by the uncertainty in his tone. "Investigation? Why not just leave, Vegeta? This place gives me the creeps."

Vegeta's gaze snapped to him, cold and lethal, a silent promise of violence that made Nappa flinch. "Leave?" Vegeta's lip curled into a sneer. "And miss the chance to uncover what's hiding here? A planet of weaklings shouldn't have fried our detectors—or silenced Raditz. If I find that secret, it could be the key to everything." His fists clenched, ambition burning in his chest. Frieza's shadow loomed large, an unshakable tyrant, but Earth might hold the spark to topple him. Nappa wisely swallowed his protests, nodding mutely.

Miles away, in the gleaming capital, the Dog King paced his throne room, his floppy ears twitching with every frantic report. A medium-sized city had vanished—wiped out in a single, catastrophic blast. Since Raditz's rampage a year ago, the king had tightened his defenses, mandating instant alerts if any city went dark for even a minute. Now, the news hit him like a gut punch. He dispatched troops to scour the ruins for survivors, but his trembling paws betrayed his dread. His army was no match for extraterrestrial threats—Red Ribbon punks, maybe, but not this. With a resigned sigh, he dialed the Universal Capsule Company's security department, his treasury bracing for another hemorrhage. Renkai's crew, backed by Jiang Shenlong, didn't come cheap.

In Western Capital, Renkai lounged on a plush sofa, watching the chaos unfold on a flickering TV screen. Bulma tinkered nearby, her tools clattering as she muttered about upgrading their defenses. The kids were napping, leaving the house unusually quiet—until the Dog King's call buzzed through. Renkai smirked, already piecing it together. "Vegeta and Nappa, huh? Took them long enough." He leaned back, unfazed. "Raditz, this one's yours. Go handle it."

Raditz, sprawled in a chair with a drink in hand, bolted upright, his wild hair swaying with his sudden enthusiasm. "Brother, you won't regret this! I'll make it clean and flashy—watch me shine!" His eyes gleamed with a convert's zeal. A year under Renkai had transformed him from Vegeta's grunt to a powerhouse eager to prove his worth. This was his shot, and he wouldn't waste it.

Renkai waved him off with a lazy grin. Why hadn't he preempted the Saiyans? Simple: no chaos, no paycheck. The Dog King's gold kept the operation humming, and Renkai wasn't above playing the game. Besides, Raditz needed the exercise.

Out in the field, Raditz closed his eyes, letting his senses stretch across Earth. Amid the faint hum of human auras—single-digit flickers—Vegeta and Nappa blazed like twin bonfires. He smirked, locking onto them, and vanished in a shimmer of teleportation, a trick Renkai had drilled into him alongside the rest of the crew. When he reappeared, he was nose-to-nose with his old comrades, their stunned faces a delicious reward.

"Vegeta! Nappa! Been a while," Raditz chirped, his grin wide and taunting. "Come to visit me?" He tapped the combat detector perched on his eye, eager to flex his newfound edge.

The device beeped: Vegeta: 18,000. Nappa: 4,000. Raditz: 60,000. He nearly laughed aloud. A year ago, he'd been a speck beneath them—now, he was a titan.

Nappa recovered first, his sneer dripping with contempt. "Raditz, you're alive? Figures. We didn't drag ourselves to this dump for a loser like you."

Vegeta's voice cut through, icy and commanding. "Raditz, you're just in time. I've got questions."

Raditz tilted his head, his smile sharpening. "Questions? Save 'em for my brother, Vegeta. I'm not here to chat—I've got a job to do." His tone carried a casual defiance that made Vegeta's eye twitch.

"Brother?" Vegeta's arms uncrossed, his posture stiffening with affront. "Where do you get the gall to betray me, Raditz? I'm your prince!"

Raditz chuckled, unfazed. "Surrender now, or I'll thrash you both and drag you to Renkai. Your call."

Vegeta's face darkened, fury simmering beneath his pride. "Nappa, grab this traitor."

Nappa cracked his knuckles, grinning viciously. "With pleasure, Vegeta. Raditz might've grown a spine, but he's still garbage." He lunged, fists swinging.

Raditz sighed, almost bored. "Fine, Nappa. You first." His form blurred, too fast for Vegeta's eyes to track—a flicker of motion, a whisper of wind. Vegeta's breath caught. Faster than me? Impossible.

Before Nappa could blink, Raditz materialized in front of him, leg arcing in a brutal roundhouse kick. The blow slammed into Nappa's bald skull with a sickening crack, sending him hurtling across the dirt. He skidded, carving a trench ten meters long, and collapsed in a heap, gasping, limbs twitching uselessly. One strike, and Nappa was done.

Vegeta's jaw tightened, shock warring with fascination. "Raditz… a year, and you're this strong?" His voice trembled with reluctant awe. "Tell me how, and I might forgive your treason."

Raditz stepped over Nappa's groaning form, his laugh sharp and mocking. "Forgive me? Vegeta, your princely arrogance is blinding you. Reality check—I'm not your dog anymore." He kicked Nappa aside like a ragdoll, his dominance absolute.

Vegeta's pride snapped. "You'll regret wasting my mercy!" He roared, launching a full-force punch, his fist a blur of rage-fueled power. The air howled with its speed.

Raditz sidestepped lazily, hands clasped behind his back. "Huh. Your attacks are slower than I remember." His taunt stung, and Vegeta's fury erupted—punches and kicks raining down in a frantic storm. Raditz danced through them, untouchable, his smirk widening with every miss. Vegeta's armor gleamed with sweat, his breaths ragged, but not a single blow landed.

"Stop dodging, you coward!" Vegeta spat, chest heaving.

Raditz shrugged. "If you insist." He planted his feet, stance relaxed. Vegeta seized the chance, driving a cannon-like fist into Raditz's face. The impact echoed—a bone-rattling thud—but Raditz didn't budge. His head barely tilted, his grin unshaken, as if Vegeta had punched a steel wall.

Vegeta staggered back, knuckles throbbing, disbelief etched across his features. "What… are you?"

Raditz cracked his neck, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Just a guy who found a better boss. Now, let's wrap this up—Renkai's waiting." He advanced, the ground trembling faintly beneath his steps, a predator closing in on wounded prey.

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