The night stretched on, vast and silent, as Celes, Monaito, and Granolah stood together beneath the endless sky.
A faint glow pulsed from the two Dragon Balls, their golden surfaces gleaming softly against the darkness.
They had come far.
And now, the moment had arrived.
Monaito took a steady breath, his gaze lingering on the sacred artifacts before looking at the others.
"This is it," he murmured. "Once the words are spoken, there is no turning back."
Granolah nodded, his expression unreadable, his hands clenched at his sides.
Celes remained still, unwavering.
Monaito exhaled deeply, the weight of the moment settling over him.
Then, his voice rang out, strong and unwavering.
"Toronbo, Arise!"
The Dragon Balls pulsed, their golden glow intensifying until the very air trembled with raw energy.
Lightning split the sky, the ground beneath them humming with power.
A brilliant pillar of light shot upward, piercing the darkness, and then, Toronbo appeared.
Towering, majestic, his emerald eyes flickered with ancient wisdom as he gazed down at those who had called upon him.
His voice, deep and resonant, rolled across the land.
"Who has summoned me?"
Monaito stepped forward, his expression steady as he met the dragon's gaze.
"I have," he answered without hesitation.
A brief silence followed, the air heavy with anticipation.
Then, Toronbo spoke once more, his voice carrying the weight of untold power.
"State your wish."
The moment had truly arrived.
Monaito stepped forward, his gaze unwavering as he faced the towering dragon.
"I wish for the Cerealian's and Namekian's who died during the Frieza Force invasion to be resurrected," he declared, his voice steady.
Toronbo's emerald eyes flashed, his presence radiating immense energy.
For a brief moment, silence hung in the air, the weight of the request lingering.
Then, the dragon spoke again, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.
"Are you certain?" Toronbo asked. "This wish carries consequences."
The three standing before him didn't flinch.
Monaito exhaled, nodding firmly.
"I am sure," he affirmed.
The decision was set.
Toronbo's emerald eyes flashed, his colossal form radiating power as his voice echoed through the land.
"Your wish shall be done."
A pulse of energy rippled outward, sending waves of light across Planet Cereal.
Then, the impossible began to unfold.
Ki signatures, faint at first, began appearing all over the planet, like embers reigniting after long-forgotten extinction.
Everywhere, across the vast stretches of land, life was returning.
A minute later, Toronbo spoke again, his voice resounding across the sky.
"Your wish has been granted."
With that, his colossal form began to fade, the sacred Dragon Balls shooting upward, splitting into two separate streaks of golden light.
The golden streaks of light disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the newly restored planet.
Then, a voice.
Soft yet frantic, filled with confusion.
The three exchanged quick glances, their expressions shifting from triumph to realization.
Without hesitation, they turned toward the sound, moving swiftly through the quiet night.
As they approached, the sight before them sent a ripple of emotion through both Granolah and Monaito.
Not far from them, Muezli stood, her eyes darting around, panic etched into every movement.
Her breath was ragged, her hands trembling as she scanned her surroundings with wide, bewildered eyes.
"What… what's going on?" she stammered. "I was just…" Her words faltered, confusion overtaking her face.
"...Where am I?"
Granolah stiffened, his heart pounding as realization dawned.
Monaito's face paled, his gaze flickering between her and the stars overhead.
The consequence of the wish had revealed itself.
To Muezli, and to all the resurrected Cerealian's and Namekian's, there was no memory of the invasion at all.
To them, it was as if one moment they had been living their lives… and the next, they were here.
Alive again.
On a planet that had changed beyond recognition.
Muezli's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven motions as she scanned the unfamiliar landscape.
"This… isn't right," she murmured, her voice edged with uncertainty. "We were just…" She trailed off, pressing a hand to her forehead, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't exist.
Granolah took a hesitant step forward, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Mom…" The word barely escaped his lips, thick with unspoken emotion.
Muezli's gaze snapped to him, her eyes wide as she truly looked at him for the first time.
A flicker of recognition, familiarity, but also hesitation.
Granolah had grown. He was not the child she remembered.
"Granolah?" she whispered, her tone uncertain yet aching with hope.
Monaito stood frozen, torn between joy and dread as he realized the full weight of the wish's consequence.
Granolah took another step forward, his heart pounding against his ribs as he truly saw his mother, alive, standing before him, yet completely unaware of the events that had shaped his life.
Her eyes searched his face, trying to reconcile the grown warrior before her with the boy she once knew.
"It's me," Granolah murmured, his voice tight with emotion. "I… I never thought I'd see you again."
Muezli's gaze softened, but confusion still lingered.
"See me again?" she echoed. "Granolah, what are you talking about? I was just…" She trailed off, glancing at the unfamiliar structures in the distance. "Where… are we?"
Monaito shifted uneasily, casting a glance at Celes before finally speaking.
"You're home," he said gently. "But… a lot has changed."
Muezli's brows furrowed, realization creeping in that something was deeply wrong.
"Changed?" she repeated. "What do you mean? One moment, we were going about our lives, and the next…" She swallowed hard, shaking her head. "This doesn't make sense."
Granolah's fingers curled into fists, his jaw tightening.
She didn't remember.
None of them would.
The weight of the wish's consequence settled heavily on his chest.
Planet Cereal had been restored, but to the resurrected, the past had never been destroyed in the first place.
Granolah's breath shuddered, his mind racing as he truly grasped the scope of the situation.
For Muezli, and for all the resurrected, it was as if nothing had ever happened. No invasion, no destruction, no years spent mourning the lost.
To them, life had simply… jumped forward in an instant.
Muezli stared at him, searching his face for answers, her confusion turning to concern.
"Granolah, why do you look like that?" she asked softly. "What happened?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. How could he explain something they had no memory of?
Monaito finally stepped forward, placing a hand on Granolah's shoulder.
"We'll explain everything," he promised. "But for now… just breathe. You're here. You're safe."
Muezli's brows furrowed, her gaze flickering between them both before settling on Celes.
Her next words came quietly, cautiously.
"Is something wrong?"
And just like that, the responsibility of easing them into this new reality had begun.
Two weeks passed.
Celes moved tirelessly from one settlement to another, ensuring the revival of the Cerealian's and Namekian's wasn't just a return to existence, but a return to true life.
The first few days were a chaotic blend of confusion and adaptation. Many of the resurrected still struggled with the sudden shift in time, wandering the changed landscapes looking for homes that no longer existed.
The Sugarian's, caught in their own uncertainty, hesitated at first, unsure how to coexist with people who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Yet, thanks to Celes' efforts, along with Granolah and Monaito, bridges were being built, both literal and figurative.
Gradually, the planet began to settle into a new rhythm.
Homes were constructed, some built from scratch, others restored from the remains of old Cerealian architecture.
Fields were revitalized, with Namekian wisdom helping restore fertile lands that had been left untouched for years.
Trade routes were established, small markets popping up as Cerealian's and Sugarian's exchanged goods, learning each other's ways.
Stories were shared, with the Sugarian's recounting the state of the world as it had changed, while the revived tried to piece together their fragmented understanding of it.
As the settlements expanded, another crucial step was taken, a communication network was established to ensure all three races could remain connected.
Each settlement was now connected through a planet-wide communication network, ensuring that Cerealian's, Namekian's, and Sugarian's could stay informed and coordinated as they rebuilt their lives.
Relay stations were established across key locations, allowing messages to travel quickly and securely across Planet Cereal. However, for now, the system remained localized, inaccessible to anyone beyond the planet's atmosphere.
The sole exception was the Galactic Police, whose direct link ensured that vital information, whether regarding external threats or diplomatic matters, could still be exchanged when necessary.
Additionally, an emergency beacon system was put in place. Designed as a last defense against potential planetary threats, the system included a direct distress signal capable of reaching Celes no matter where she was, allowing her to teleport immediately should danger strike.
Though functional, the network was still in its early stages.
As Celes expanded her reach to other planets, those worlds, too, would be integrated into the system, creating a larger, unified network where civilizations could remain connected across vast distances.
For now, though, Planet Cereal stood as the first step in a new era of communication and security.
Meanwhile, Rapheal had been hard at work, decoding the intricacies of magic materialization and dormant potential, two abilities she had been meticulously studying.
Each day, she pieced together their mechanics, unlocking their secrets bit by bit, ensuring that when the time came, she could provide Celes with the full scope of knowledge.
And a week ago, her progress reached its peak.
With her findings finally complete, Rapheal passed the information to Celes, giving her the tools necessary to understand and wield these abilities moving forward.
Yet, even as the world slowly settled, a quiet understanding remained.
While uncertainty still lingered, an undeniable progress was being made.
The world was changing, and so were its people.
As the settlements grew, Celes found herself deep in her own work, ensuring that progress wasn't just physical but also functional.
She sat within the quiet stillness of the room, her focus locked on the bracelet taking shape in her grasp. The soft hum of energy pulsed through her fingertips, each motion deliberate as she refined its form with absolute precision.
With a steady breath, she summoned the materials, guiding them together in a seamless dance of control. Metal fused effortlessly, its sleek surface catching the dim glow of the room, reflecting the quiet intent behind her creation.
The bracelet's frame was methodically assembled, each piece integrating with mechanical precision.
Though the process was smooth, Celes remained meticulous, ensuring every component fit exactly as intended.
Celes examined the bracelet, running her fingers across its sleek surface as its mechanisms quietly hummed to life.
A small smile tugged at her lips, progress, at last.
She had spent hours refining its structure, ensuring everything fits exactly as intended.
She exhaled, satisfied that after so much trial and error, one more piece had fallen into place.
"Still more to do," she murmured. "But this... this is something."
Then, a knock at the door.
A voice followed, calling her name.
"Celes?"
She paused only for a moment before rising to her feet, her expression shifting as she made her way toward the entrance.
She reached for the doorknob, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal.
(Words: 1910)