Only silence remained.
The wind howled over the broken land. Ash fell like snow. The Earth itself whimpered, its wounds fresh from a war lost in heaven.
And beneath the surface—far beneath, where no ki should linger—something shifted.
A pulse.
Faint. Ancient.
Forgotten.
In the hollow heart of the planet, where time had crusted over the bones of gods and monsters, something stirred. Not with breath—but with memory.
Chains unseen trembled.
A slumbering energy opened its eyes.
They cracked open slowly—golden orbs of cosmic fire, veiled by centuries of dust and stone.
And from a mouth dry with ages, through layers of shattered bedrock and time itself, came a single whisper that was not sound—but prophecy.
"…Kakarot?"
Then the pulse stopped.
But not for long.
𓂃𓂃𓂃
It began the moment Goku fell.
As his Ultra Instinct failed and Black Frieza struck the final blow, something deeper than hatred bloomed in Frieza's chest. Not just victory. Not just domination. Destiny.
He scooped the broken body of Son Goku in a field of black energy and rose skyward.
Vegeta, crushed beneath rubble. Gohan and Piccolo unconscious. No one left to stop him.
He ascended through the atmosphere—dragging Goku's limp, blood-slick body behind like a fallen banner—and disappeared into the void between stars.
Frieza carved a path through space and time, tearing through light-years in hours. Wormholes cracked under his will. The gods watched—and looked away.
And all the while, Goku bled. Slowly. Steadily.
He had dragged the broken Saiyan's body through star systems, across void currents and black matter tides, carving a blood-soaked trail across galaxies. He wanted the Saiyan's divine essence intact—untainted, brimming with that unquantifiable will that defied extinction.
The travel wasn't just brutality. It was ritual.
But amidst that journey, a single drop of Goku's blood, torn loose in transit, drifted out into the cosmos.
And vanished.
𓂃𓂃𓂃
Far across the stars—
Planet Frieza loomed like a crown of shadows at the edge of reality.
Inside its blackened citadel, Goku's body now hung inverted in a translucent capsule—deep in the extraction chamber. Thick needles threaded into his flesh. Glowing tubes pulsed with golden energy as they drained his divine Saiyan blood drop by agonizing drop.
The capsule was surrounded by arcane machines, their surfaces etched with glowing glyphs—built not only to harvest ki but to preserve its purity. Every beat of Goku's heart echoed through the chamber like the ticking of a bomb.
And above him, high in his obsidian throne chamber, Frieza watched.
The walls pulsed with infernal light. Dark fuel flowed beneath the floors, powering machines of war and torment. He sat cross-legged before a floating slab—an ancient book suspended in a field of anti-gravity.
The book was bound in alien leather, scorched and bloodstained, its runes alive with a language the universe had tried to forget.
Frieza's fingers idly traced the edges of the book as he reread the familiar text. He had already memorized its contents by now, but there was a strange satisfaction in revisiting the secrets that had brought him to this moment. The knowledge was power, and power, as always, was his obsession.
"The One Sealed in Absence..." he muttered aloud, his voice calm and thick with anticipation.
He flipped through the stiff pages, the corners of his lips curling upwards in quiet amusement. The book had been a prize, found in the ruins of a planet he'd destroyed—a world shattered from the inside out, its core obliterated. Beneath its dying surface, he'd uncovered a vault untouched by time, hidden beneath the remains of an ancient priesthood. Within it, this ancient text had survived the centuries, and now, it served his ambitions.
The information within it had already become ingrained in his mind, but as he read aloud, it was more for his own satisfaction than a need for discovery.
"An entity…" Frieza whispered with dark reverence. "One who had devoured timelines, annihilating the very fabric of existence. His name, stricken from the records of Zeno, lost in the tides of infinity. So powerful that the gods of destruction and all angels had united in a singular, cataclysmic war to bind him beyond the reach of all life and death."
His gaze flicked to the black screen displaying Goku's suspended form, his body still and lifeless within the capsule below. Goku's blood was essential—more essential than Frieza had originally realized. The being described in the book, Nullixx, had been bound not by any ordinary means, but by a force that required something far more specific.
Frieza's clawed hand hovered over the next passage, the air in the room growing heavier as he read aloud, his voice taking on a more ominous tone, as if speaking the name of the entity itself could call it into being.
"The name is barely legible—its runes broken and scattered, yet it is there.
The name of the Unmaker— Nullixx."
Frieza's grin widened, his lips curling in predatory delight.
"Nullixx…" he muttered, as though tasting the very name on his tongue. "A force of nature, a god of nothingness, a being so terrifying in its might that the universe itself recoiled in fear at the thought of its return. Its very essence—its power—was unimaginable. To unseal him… it requires the blood of a divine Saiyan."
He closed the book with a soft snap, his eyes glowing with dark satisfaction. This knowledge had driven him forward, making every decision, every brutal step in his plan necessary.
"Saiyan blood," he whispered to himself. "Not common blood. Not the diluted strain of defectors. But the blood of the Ascendants—royalty, beasts, and avatars of instinct."
He looked back toward the screen, where Goku's form hung suspended in the extraction chamber, and he let out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"So... a key." Frieza's voice was smooth, almost reverent, though his mind was already several steps ahead. "And I hold it."
His gaze turned dark, filled with a hunger that only grew as he thought of the power he was about to unleash.
"You'll be my gatekeeper," Frieza said softly, his voice thick with arrogance. "And once Nullixx awakens—he will serve me."
Frieza's smirk deepened, his thoughts turning darker as he thought of the unimaginable power now at his command.
"Or break."
But Suddenly,
The room flickered.
The lights dimmed, casting long, twisted shadows on the walls.
Frieza sat, deep in thought, the weight of his ambition draped over him like a dark mantle. His mind raced, sifting through the possibilities of what would happen once Nullixx was awakened. The thought of wielding that power, that ancient force, was intoxicating—almost enough to make him laugh. It was only a matter of time before—
A hum tore through the chamber.
It wasn't mechanical. Not a vibration from the machinery or the hum of his war machines. This was different.
A cosmic sound.
The air itself seemed to tear at the seams. His thoughts—his plans—disintegrated into static, fading into the background of something far larger than anything he could control. The walls, once solid and stable, began to warp. They bent and twisted like wet paper under a fire, as the room itself began to unravel.
In the center of the room, a slit formed. A wound in reality itself, leaking violet and black—a force beyond his comprehension.
A portal.
Frieza's eyes widened, the thought of control slipping from his grasp as his body was wrenched upward, suddenly weightless. His clawed hand shot out, grabbing at the air in a futile attempt to hold onto something—anything. But there was nothing. Not ki. Not magic. Just the irresistible pull of something old, something vast. A force that moved faster than thought, swallowing him whole in an instant.
He didn't resist. He didn't have time.
He didn't know who—or what—had pulled him. But the name etched into his thoughts was a whisper, faint but undeniable.
Nullixx.
A cold smile twisted across his face as he was yanked through the rift, his body violently propelled forward, as if the universe itself was spitting him into the unknown.
"Let's see what kind of god you are," he muttered, his voice thick with both challenge and a spark of excitement.
And then—he vanished.
The machines monitoring Goku's stasis shorted out.
No alarms sounded.
No one noticed the change.
But Goku did.
With Frieza gone, the suppression field around his body flickered, then died. Something inside him roared to life—a primal fury, raw and unrelenting. A scream that began in his soul, a fire ignited by years of suffering and rage, exploded through his veins.
Golden light shattered the capsule.
The base trembled.
Explosions thundered through the world.
And Son Goku—dripping with blood, wrapped in flames—rose from the ruins of his prison.
His eyes blazed with a fury the universe had never known, each pulse of his energy shaking the very fabric of reality.
He glanced down at his hands, fists clenched tight. His chest heaved with every breath, each one a battle against the firestorm of rage inside him.
"Frieza…" His voice, low and venomous, echoed through the chamber.
His teeth ground together, and a growl rumbled from deep within. "You… will pay."
The planet trembled beneath his feet, as if the very earth itself sensed the fury of a beast unleashed.
He looked up at the sky—at the stars beyond, at the path that had brought him to this nightmare—and his heart burned. The Earth he loved, now nothing but a distant memory of the destruction caused by Frieza's greed. But it was Frieza who had dragged him here.
"Frieza…" he muttered again, his voice laced with rage. "You hurt my world… my people… and for that—I'll make you pay." His hands tightened further. "I'll make you feel it."
The surface of Planet Frieza cracked beneath his power.
𓂃𓂃𓂃
Back on Earth…
Bulma stood amid the ruined capsule labs, scanning the horizon as her scouter hummed.
"Two more Dragon Balls to go," she whispered, clutching the radar. "I can fix this… I can bring it back…"
Behind her, the hospitals overflowed.
Piccolo lay bandaged and still.
Gohan slept in silence.
And Vegeta… stared at the sky, arms crossed, fists trembling.
"Kakarot…" he muttered.
"Frieza.."
He would find them both.
And this time—there would be no mercy.
...
To be continued…