Bringer of Death

Cell Saga - Part 10: Destroyer of Worlds

Cell Saga - Part 10: Destroyer of Worlds 

As Goku felt his body being sucked through the narrow, otherwordly void known as hyperspace, he recalled that this was his second time going to Namek to save it from Slug. Last time, in the future, he had locked on to Dende's energy signature thinking it was Piccolo's. To him, his trip to the future had only been a few weeks ago...but it seemed like a different lifetime. 

This time, as he searched for the same energy signature, it had taken a little longer. Namek was still in the same place, but the boy's energy was much weaker than he remembered. But he found it nonetheless...and an instant later, they were there. 

The guardian of Earth kept his eyes closed, letting the smooth Namek breeze blow against his skin. For so long, now, Kami had dreamt of returning to a world he had never known. The air he felt was kind and soft; it felt more natural than the air of Earth. Was it really so different? Or was his old body simply rejoicing that he had finally returned home? 

Kami opened his eyes slowly. He was at the center of a small village with several domed dwellings lining the perimeter. He was surrounded by...his people: beings identical to himself and Piccolo, but with greater diversity than he could have ever imagined. At the moment, though, their faces showed worry marked with surprise. 

"Goku!" shouted Elder Moori, looking up suddenly. "I must say, are we ever glad to see you!" 

The Saiyan smiled at the Namekian Elder. "Yeah, I'm sure you are. We actually already know all about your situation. Don't worry one bit...we're here to help." 

Moori's eyes widened for a moment, but then he relaxed and smiled. "Well, I'm not surprised in the least. You truly are the greatest hero of our time, Goku!" He turned to the two Namekians who stood behind Goku. "I see you've brought company!" 

The other Namekians began coming closer, their confusion tempered by Moori's glad tone. "It is good to see you again, mighty Piccolo," the elder continued before turning to face his people. "Many of you will recall that Piccolo fused with our very own Nail to fight against Frieza. He is the one responsible for the protection now afforded our planet." The murmuring in the crowd turned to applause as the people understood; they had all recalled Piccolo's actions when Slug's attempts to terra-freeze Namek had failed. After a few moments of this, Moori turned to Kami. 

"It is good to finally meet you, Guardian of Earth," he said. Kami, unsure exactly how real Namekians greet each other, simply smiled and extended his hand. The Namekian elder accepted the handshake with a smile. In that brief moment, the two old men shared the conversation of a lifetime. Moori saw Kami's long history as the protector of Earth, his struggle against King Piccolo, his time spent training Goku, and more. Kami saw the history of Namek, from Moori's birth and the repopulation of Namek by Elder Guru up through the struggle with Frieza and everything that had happened since. In a flash, the memories passed, making both men old friends. The first to let go, Moori spoke again. "Tell me, Kami of the Earth, is Namek all that you had ever dreamed?" 

Kami turned slowly and walked away from the group, feeling the blue grass beneath his feet. He stopped a few steps from the bank of a brook where Namek's green water flowed gently. Everything was right before him, just as he had always imagined. It was serenity, true, gentle peace. To some, it might have seemed dull or bland, but to Kami it was simply...home. 

"It is everything, Moori. Thank you." Kami turned back to the group, raising his voice. "Now, on to more pressing matters. As Goku said, we have come to put an end to Slug." His voice was growing more forceful now, regaining its youthful vigor. "In this, Namek's darkest hour, it will not be an off-worlder who comes to its aid, but one of its own children. You will be saved by...the lost son of Namek."