“I wish…” he whispered, not to the dragon, but to the ball itself. “…for them to live.”
“You think you’ve won, monkey?” Frieza spat, blood spilling from his fractured jaw. “The planet is dying. You die with me.”
Goku was alive. Barely. But the wish hadn’t been for him. dragon ball z 68
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.”
Frieza laughed—a wet, broken sound. “No Dragon can save you now, Saiyan. The Grand Elder is dead. The balls are stone!” “I wish…” he whispered, not to the dragon,
And then Goku understood.
The white light exploded outward.
When the light faded, Namek was gone. And so were they. On the distant planet, Krillin wept. Gohan screamed for his father. Piccolo stood still, his gaze fixed on the empty sky.
