NOVEL WEB Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Saiyan Rebellion
Chapter 6: The Saiyan Rebellion
The days following Frieza's arrival on Planet Vegeta were tense, charged with an energy that only a planet on the brink of war could have. Ben had his eyes open for every sign, every subtle shift in the balance of power. He could feel the weight of the situation, the immense stakes that would determine the survival of the Saiyan people—or their complete annihilation.
His plans were coming to fruition, but the pieces were still scattered. Ben needed to move carefully, building alliances, strengthening his position, and preparing for the ultimate confrontation. The first step was to ensure Frieza wouldn't have the chance to strike immediately, which meant keeping his movements a secret for as long as possible.
He had gathered a group of low-ranking Saiyan rebels, those who had quietly rejected Frieza's reign and who wanted to see the empire fall. They were a mix of fierce warriors, but most of them lacked the structure and discipline needed to form a true army. It was up to Ben to forge them into something more than just a disjointed group of malcontents.
The rebellion needed a leader—someone with the ability to unite the divided factions. And Ben, despite his lack of Saiyan blood, was the perfect candidate. His intelligence, his strategic mind, and his knowledge of the Dragon Ball universe gave him an edge no one else had. Still, it wasn't just about knowledge; it was about influence. Ben had to make them believe in him, to trust that he could deliver them from Frieza's grip.
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The night was cold, the stars glistening overhead as Ben met with his closest allies. Among them were Rax, the scarred warrior who had proven himself loyal, and Korrin, a quiet but powerful Saiyan who had once been one of the elite warriors in the Frieza Force. They gathered in a remote cave on the outskirts of a small Saiyan settlement, far away from prying eyes. The group was small, but Ben knew they were the foundation. Everything else would build from here.
"We have to act fast," Ben said, his voice calm but firm. "Frieza will soon begin his purge. If we wait too long, it will be too late. We need to strike first, take control of one of his outposts, and send a message. That's the only way we'll get the support we need."
Rax nodded, his gruff voice matching the tension in the air. "I've heard Frieza's troops are starting to sweep the outer colonies. The purge has already begun. If we don't act now, we might not have any Saiyan settlements left to save."
Ben clenched his fists. "I'm well aware. But we can't rush in blindly. We need to keep Frieza's forces distracted, make them think we're still hiding in the shadows. A direct confrontation with his elite forces would be a suicide mission, not to mention we're still too weak. Our numbers are growing, but we need more training, more firepower."
Korrin spoke up, his voice soft but filled with quiet confidence. "What's the plan, then?"
Ben's eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he took a deep breath. "We need to divide Frieza's attention. We'll start by sabotaging his operations. Disrupt supply lines, cut off reinforcements, create chaos. The more we mess with his plans, the more frustrated he'll get. That's when we'll strike—when his forces are stretched thin."
Rax raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do we do that without drawing too much attention?"
Ben grinned, his expression almost playful. "We'll use their own arrogance against them. Frieza believes the Saiyans are weak, disorganized, and defeated. He's not expecting any real resistance. We'll exploit that. We won't confront him head-on, but we'll make him think we have a bigger force than we really do."
Korrin nodded slowly. "Underestimating us. It's a gamble, but it could work."
Ben's gaze hardened. "It will work. But we'll need the right timing, the right intel. We can't afford to make mistakes."
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The following days were filled with meticulous planning. Ben coordinated with his small faction, setting up a network of spies within Frieza's own ranks, sabotaging key locations, and preparing for the eventual strike. There was no room for error. Ben was playing a long game, one that would require patience, precision, and above all, caution.
But Ben wasn't just relying on his Saiyan allies for this. He had a secret weapon—one that could turn the tide in their favor: the Omnitrix.
While Ben hadn't yet fully tapped into its potential, he knew that the Omnitrix could provide him with the ability to transform into any alien he desired. It was a valuable tool, and he planned to use it strategically, transforming into beings with abilities that would give him the upper hand in key moments.
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That night, as Ben lay in his makeshift quarters, his mind raced with the possibilities. He knew what Frieza was capable of, what he had done to countless planets across the universe. Ben was no fool—he understood the stakes. The survival of the Saiyan people rested on his shoulders. If he failed, if he underestimated Frieza, everything would be lost. The Saiyan race would be wiped out, and Ben would have to live with the consequences of his failure.
The weight of that responsibility hung heavily on his mind. But at the same time, a flicker of determination burned inside him. He wasn't going to let that happen. He couldn't.
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The next day, Ben gathered his closest allies once again, his voice resolute. "We begin the strike tomorrow. Get everything in place. We move fast, we move smart, and we show Frieza that the Saiyans aren't as weak as he thinks."
Rax clapped a hand on Ben's shoulder, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression. "We're with you, Ben. Whatever it takes."
Ben nodded, his face hardening with focus. "Let's make sure Frieza knows what it means to underestimate us."
As the group dispersed, Ben felt a surge of confidence. They had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time since he arrived in this universe, he felt like they actually had a chance. A chance to change the future.
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Later that evening, as Ben stood alone, overlooking the vast, dark landscape of Planet Vegeta, he felt a sense of purpose that he had never experienced before. This was his fight now, and he would see it through—no matter the cost.
He wasn't here to be a hero. He wasn't even here to be a savior. He was here to win. And he would do whatever it took to make sure that the Saiyans—and he—came out on top.
The revolution had begun.
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