“I know,” Goku said softly. “That’s why I’m not wishing for us to live.”
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.
Far away, in the ruins of a dying starship, Frieza’s severed torso floated through the void, preserved by his own malice. And somewhere deeper in space, a small pod carrying a black-haired man with a broken body drifted toward an uncharted asteroid. dragon ball z 68
“You think you’ve won, monkey?” Frieza spat, blood spilling from his fractured jaw. “The planet is dying. You die with me.”
He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar pulse of Instant Transmission—not for himself, but for the wish. He had learned the technique on Yadrat, but he had never attempted this . “I know,” Goku said softly
The white light exploded outward.
“What are you doing?” Frieza screamed, sensing the sudden drop in Goku’s energy. “You’re wasting your power!” It was the last Dragon Ball
Krillin, Gohan, and Piccolo felt their bodies lifted from the ground. Not by gravity, but by something warmer—like a mother’s hand. A sphere of light enveloped them, and in an instant, they were gone. Transported not to Earth, but to the edge of the galaxy—to a small, unremarkable planet where Bulma’s emergency signal had been detected hours ago.
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, what are you doing?” Krillin shouted, feeling the shift in his friend’s ki.
“He didn’t wish to escape,” Piccolo said quietly. “He didn’t wish to beat Frieza. He wished for us to be somewhere else. And the Dragon Ball answered.”