“But the Dragon Balls are scattered! Porunga can’t—”
“I wish…” he whispered, not to the dragon, but to the ball itself. “…for them to live.”
“I know,” Goku said softly. “That’s why I’m not wishing for us to live.” dragon ball z 68
The ground split between them. Magma erupted. Namek’s final convulsion began.
Because Goku wasn’t going to summon Porunga. “But the Dragon Balls are scattered
Then, a whisper of light. A small, orange sphere—barely a flicker—rose from the wreckage of the elder’s hut. It was the last Dragon Ball. The four-star ball. The one Goku’s adoptive grandfather had given him. It floated gently, almost sadly, toward the sky.
“What are you doing?” Frieza screamed, sensing the sudden drop in Goku’s energy. “You’re wasting your power!” “That’s why I’m not wishing for us to live
The white light exploded outward.
He was going to become the wish. Deep within the core of Namek, the original Namekian elder had whispered a secret to Nail before dying: “The Dragon Balls are not just orbs of power. They are memory. If one who has touched the heart of a Namekian—truly touched it—offers their own life force, the balls can grant one final, silent wish. No summoning. No dragon. Just a single act of selfless will.”
They were safe. Frieza stared at the empty space where the Earthlings had been. His jaw went slack. “Impossible… without the dragon… without a ship…”
Goku’s golden aura flickered and faded. His hair returned to black. His muscles softened. He was no longer a Super Saiyan. He was just a man. A father. A friend.