NOVEL WEB Chapter 1: Chapter 1:
[A/N: This is just a novel I cooked up for fun. Don't take this seriously.]
An unnamed planet, 4 years before the destruction of planet vegeta
The sky above Namek stretched out in a brilliant blue, a rare sight in a galaxy filled with conflict and bloodshed. Yet, for Clark, the journey to this distant planet was nothing short of a personal pilgrimage. As a Cerealian, his heart ached with the loss of his race—the destruction of his home, the eradication of everything he had known. And now, standing on the surface of Namek, he had one goal: to bring his people back.
"Time to make it happen," Clark muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the winds blowing across the fields. He glanced at the Namekian Dragon Balls that lay scattered before him, the spheres glowing faintly in the sunlight. These were the key to his redemption, the catalyst for his revival.
He had heard the legends of the Dragon Balls—artifacts capable of granting any wish, no matter how grand. It had taken months to gather the seven, and even longer to track down the location of the final ball. But now, he stood here, finally ready to use their power. He had sacrificed so much to reach this point—his time, his strength, his energy. Now, all that remained was to make the wish.
Clark stood in front of the Dragon Balls, his heart pounding in his chest. He raised his arms in the air, focusing his mind as he prepared to summon the eternal Namekian dragon, Porunga. The air crackled with energy as the wish began to take shape.
"Porunga!" he called out, his voice steady. "I summon you!"
A deep rumbling shook the ground beneath him as the massive figure of Porunga materialized, his great green form towering above the landscape. The Dragon Balls began to spin, their glow intensifying until the light was blinding. The dragon's eyes opened, glowing with an ancient power, and his voice boomed across the plains.
"You have gathered the Dragon Balls, O mighty one," Porunga's voice resonated in the air. "State your wish, and it shall be granted."
Clark's heart raced. This was it—the moment of truth. The weight of what he was about to do settled heavily on his shoulders, but he pushed it aside. His people, his race, had been erased from the universe. They deserved to live again. He would see that they did.
"I wish for the revival of Planet Cereal and the restoration of its people," Clark declared firmly, his voice echoing with conviction. "Bring back my planet and all the Cerealians who perished with it. Let them live once more, and let the planet remain hidden from those who would destroy it."
A long silence followed, the wind stilling as if the very air was holding its breath. For a brief moment, Clark wondered if the wish would be granted. But then, Porunga's deep voice echoed again.
"Your wish is granted."
The Dragon Balls flared with an intense light before they split apart, the glow beginning to fade as they scattered across Namek's surface. But Clark's focus was elsewhere. He could feel it—an energy, a presence that was unmistakable. His heart pounded in his chest as he sensed the shift in the universe. Planet Cereal had been revived. His people had been brought back.
For the first time in years, Clark felt something he hadn't felt since the destruction of his home—a sense of peace. A sense of hope. His people were alive. His planet was whole again.
But as the feeling washed over him, a part of Clark remained still, calculating. The power of the Dragon Balls had granted him his wish, but it wasn't enough just to revive his planet. He needed to protect it, keep it hidden, out of the reach of the galaxy's most dangerous forces. The threat of Frieza loomed large over everything, and Clark knew that he could not afford to let his planet be discovered.
Turning away from the spot where the Dragon Balls had once rested, Clark's eyes narrowed. He focused his energy, reaching out with his mind. Through sheer willpower, he connected to the threads of the universe itself, bending the space around him. His intentions were clear: the planet would be hidden. Far from the eyes of those who would destroy it, far from the reach of Frieza.
The process was taxing, but Clark's power was more than enough to handle it. Slowly, the coordinates of Planet Cereal shifted in the vast expanse of the universe, obscured in a way that even Frieza would be unable to track it. It was a location so remote that no one would stumble upon it by accident.
His planet, his people, were safe.
But safety, Clark knew, was fleeting. The universe was vast, filled with those who would seek to dominate, destroy, or claim what didn't belong to them. He couldn't afford to relax, not yet. But for now, he had done what he set out to do. He had restored his race, and he had done it without the chaos of attracting unwanted attention.
With his task completed, Clark stood tall, looking out at the horizon. He could already imagine what the future held. A revived race, a new beginning, and with his newly established trade point—a chance to expand his influence.
But more than that, Clark now had something he hadn't had before—a future. The road ahead was long, and it would be filled with battles, challenges, and perhaps more losses. But his journey was far from over. He would face what came with the same determination and strength that had led him here.
"Now," he muttered to himself, "time to have some fun."
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