The twin suns of Planet Tora glared down over the dusty horizon, baking the red clay cliffs and shimmering in the heatwaves. A gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying with it the scent of iron-rich dust and the faint hum of energy that whispered through the rocks—remnants of a battle long forgotten.

  A young boy stood at the edge of a training plateau, fists clenched, breathing heavy. His short black hair was spiked and wild, sweat dripping down his brow. His shirt was torn at the sleeves, and a long scratch ran down his left cheek. But he grinned.

  "Again," Raiyu said, raising his hands.

  His mentor, a tall, scarred man with silver hair and piercing eyes, chuckled. "You're relentless, kid. You've got Goku's spirit and Vegeta's pride rolled into one."

  Raiyu didn't respond. His gaze flicked to the sky, as if searching for something—or someone—he'd never seen. Stories had filled his childhood. Tales of god-like warriors who flew through space, destroyed tyrants, battled gods, and even rewrote fate itself. Goku. Vegeta. The Legendary Saiyans.

  But those were just stories now.

  His village elders called them myths. The universe hadn't seen warriors like that in over three centuries. Peace had reigned for generations.

  Until last week.

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  BOOM!

  A tremor shook the ground beneath their feet. Birds scattered from the cliffs, and the sky darkened slightly, as if something ancient stirred. Raiyu turned sharply.

  "That's the third time this week," he muttered. "It's getting closer."

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  His mentor narrowed his eyes. "It's not a storm. That's energy. Old energy. And it's not from this planet."

  Raiyu stepped forward, eyes glowing faintly with instinct. "Master Kaon... do you think it's true? That Frieza… that Cell… they could really come back?"

  Kaon didn't answer. His silence said more than words.

  Because far above, beyond the moons of Planet Tora, a rift had begun to tear in the fabric of space—rippled and twisted by a forbidden resurrection technique. One that hadn't been used in eons.

  Somewhere, deep in the void, a cold laugh echoed.

  "Let the legends return… and let them witness our revenge."

  The sky burned.

  A black warship carved through the heavens above Planet Tora, its engines howling like the cries of the damned. Shadows spread over the village of Ardra as the ship hovered overhead, a dark omen of something ancient… something evil.

  Raiyu stood at the edge of the cliffside, heart pounding in his chest. The wind whipped through his hair, and every instinct in his body screamed.

  "Master Kaon..." he said, voice tense. "What is that?"

  Kaon stared silently at the massive craft, the symbol emblazoned on its hull unmistakable—a jagged red star split by a black lightning bolt.

  "Frieza," Kaon whispered. "I hoped this symbol would never rise again."

  The ramp dropped.

  Five elite warriors marched out in gleaming black armor, followed by a shorter figure with pale skin, purple plating, and a grin that cut like a knife.

  Frieza.

  But darker now. His aura reeked of death and unnatural resurrection. His power felt like a hole in the universe itself.

  "How long has it been?" Frieza mused aloud. "Three centuries? My, how time flies when you're dead."

  He floated above the ground, eyes sweeping across the wide plains and cliffs of the planet.

  "So this is the world that little Son Taro built… pathetic."

  Raiyu's breath caught.

  "Son Taro?"

  Kaon's voice was grave. "Goku's youngest son. Born after the final battle of the gods… when the universe began to quiet. He vanished from the stars and came here. Built this planet from nothing. Protected it. Taught us."

  "He was stronger than even Goku?" Nima asked, her gauntlets glowing faintly.

  Kaon hesitated. "He wasn't just strong. He was… right. His spirit, his wisdom—it united broken worlds."

  Frieza snorted. "And now his legacy rots under twin suns. The bloodline of that idiotic Saiyan lives on here, doesn't it? How sweet. How fragile."

  Frieza raised a finger.

  A beam shot out—obliterating a monument in the village center. Screams rang out. Panic spread like fire.

  Kaon moved instantly, forming a barrier around the civilians.

  "Raiyu! Get the others! Keep them safe!"

  But Raiyu didn't move. His eyes were fixed on Frieza.

  "You're not supposed to be real," he said. "You're a nightmare from the past."

  Frieza turned his gaze on the boy.

  "Nightmares, child?" he said, descending toward him. "Oh no. I'm the reality your ancestors died to bury. And you… you're their pathetic little ember."

  Raiyu's aura burst forth—flickering white with gold edges. Crude. Untamed. But powerful.

  "If you think we've forgotten who we are,"

  Raiyu said, fists clenched, "you've made a huge mistake."

  Frieza sneered. "Let's test that theory, monkey."

  He snapped his fingers.

  The elite soldiers charged forward. The battle for Tora had begun.