Dende chanted in Namekian. The Dragon Balls—larger than watermelons—blazed with light. Day turned to night. A massive dragon emerged, glowing gold.

  Perilla studied it. Not as sleek as Earth's dragon. More like a muscular bodybuilder. Still impressive, though.

  "Speak your wishes. I shall grant three."

  "Three?! Mom said Earth's dragon only grants one!"

  "Dende, revive your people first. We're not in a hurry."

  "Understood."

  Dende spoke in Namekian.

  The dragon's eyes flashed. "Done. The Namekians slain by Cooler live again."

  Trunks looked around. Corpses stirred. Sat up. Children rushed to embrace them. Tears flowed.

  Two wishes remained.

  "Revive everyone killed by Androids 17 and 18."

  Perilla raised a hand. "Except Dr. Gero. Leave that old bastard dead."

  No way I'm risking a Super 17 situation.

  "Understood."

  Dende relayed the wish.

  "Their bodies have decayed. Restoration will count as one wish. Also, ten percent chose reincarnation. They cannot return."

  "Fine. Two wishes, then. Those who moved on—let them go."

  "Very well."

  Earth.

  People mourned at graves. Then—

  The dead crawled out. Whole. Alive.

  Shock. Confusion. Then recognition.

  Families embraced. Wept.

  New Namek.

  "Your wishes are granted. Farewell."

  The dragon scattered into seven stones. They didn't fly away like Earth's Dragon Balls.

  Perilla's divine senses reached across space. "Most of Earth's dead are back."

  "Finally..." Gohan smiled. "Earth can heal now."

  Trunks fidgeted. "Perilla... did my dad come back?"

  "He did."

  "That's great!"

  Perilla's expression turned odd. Piccolo's beating the crap out of him right now.

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  Minutes earlier. Earth.

  The Z-Fighters revived in the same area where they'd died. Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha—they'd known this was coming.

  Vegeta didn't.

  He'd spent years in Hell. Tortured. No body. No training. Just pain.

  Suddenly—flesh. Breath. Power.

  "I'M BACK! Androids, this time I'll destroy you! Ahahahaha!"

  Hell couldn't break me. I meditated. Visualized. I know how to surpass them now.

  Piccolo's voice cut through his laughter. "The Androids are dead. Gohan and Trunks beat them. You'll have to die again if you want a rematch."

  "WHAT?! Kakarot's brat and my son?!"

  Pride. Then shame. Then rage.

  "I'm the strongest Saiyan! How could two half-breeds surpass me?!"

  His aura exploded. Golden.

  Super Saiyan.

  Vegeta stared at his hands. Laughed. "Finally! I'll become the strongest! Gohan will be my stepping stone! Hahaha!"

  Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "Super Saiyan? So what? Gohan and Trunks are far beyond you. And there's a female Saiyan with them—Earth's new Kami. She's stronger too. You're the weakest Saiyan now."

  Vegeta's aura flared. "You dare mock me?! I'm Super Vegeta!"

  He jabbed his thumb at his chest.

  "Doesn't matter. You can't even beat me."

  "You Namekian bastard—!"

  Vegeta lunged. Threw a punch.

  Piccolo caught it. One hand.

  "Impossible—when did you—"

  "'Super Vegeta'? Your punch is pathetic."

  Piccolo yanked him forward. Drove a fist into his gut.

  WHAM.

  Vegeta's eyes rolled back. Bile spewed.

  Super Vegeta → Stupor Vegeta.

  Krillin winced. "Ouch."

  New Namek.

  Perilla watched through divine sight. Smirked. "Classic Vegeta."