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Chapter 1 – The Birth of a New Warrior

The elderly Namekian could feel it. Despite his life dwindling to the end, Guru could feel the magically energy within him that was connected to Porunga flare to life. It seemed like Dende had reach the Earthlings in time, but they didn't have long to make their wishes.

The dreadful monster known as Frieza was on his way, his incredible, and malice power tore through the sky, hurrying towards the Dragon.

Poor Nail, Guru thought regretfully, feeling his son's little remaining power. Guru could tell that Nail had suffered greatly at Frieza's hands, but his bravery and endurance had bought Dende and the other Earthlings much needed time. With his last remaining strength, Guru connected with Porunga, to see what Dende would wish for. Should Frieza get there before they're done, or the Saiyan Prince, then Guru would have to interfere and stop them, but there was only one way he could do that.

He would have to stop resisting the pull of death. Until these terrible events that had taken place on his beloved home, Guru believed that he still had a few weeks left until he would finally pass. However the death of his children at the hands of Frieza and his men had taken a toll on his heart, and his energy burned up faster because of his grief.

Guru could hear Dende's first wish, "We wish for Piccolo to be brought back to life!"

Ah, the half son of Katas, Guru mused. He had learnt about the child's fate when he read Krillin's mind to learn about the Earthling's intentions. The son of Katas had split up into two entities, one good, the other evil, dubbed Kami and Piccolo respectively. However it seemed that the darkness in Piccolo's heart had been vanquished, considering that he sacrificed his life for the young half Saiyan, Gohan.

It seemed that they intended to bring him here to help combat against Frieza, and with Nail being banged up, there was a high possibility that the two would fuse. Guru prayed that it would. Could they beat Frieza then? Guru wasn't so sure. He could feel an even greater power within Frieza than the power he was displaying. However with Gohan and Krillin, and the Saiyan Prince, then they might just stand a chance to defeat Frieza, or at least buy time for the pure hearted Saiyan to heal.

Guru was well aware of the Saiyan, Goku, having learned about him through Krillin's mind. The Saiyan was still a long way off from being fully healed, and Guru didn't know if they would be able to hold off Frieza long enough. If Piccolo and Nail did happen to fuse, then they may stand a chance, but it was only a slim one.

Guru had a choice to make. To not interfere and hope that possibly a fused Namekian or Goku could defeat Frieza. Or he could interrupt Dende's next wish. After a moment of hesitation, a shiver went through his body at the feel of Frieza's malicious energy and he made his choice.

Connecting his mind with Dende's, he was just in time to interrupt his young son before he could make his next wish. The wish to bring Piccolo to Namek.

"Dende, my child." Guru softly and weakly said telepathically.

'Guru!' Dende responded mentally, startled by his father's interruption. 'What is it?!'

"I need you to make a change to your wish, child." Guru informed him, "Don't just bring Piccolo to Namek. Bring his other half as well. Bring Kami to Namek as well as Piccolo. It is Namek's only chance for survival."

'I will do as you wish, Guru.' Dende promised him determinedly.

"Thank you, Dende." Guru ended the connection, breathing in sharp breaths. Connecting with the dragon and mentally addressing Dende had been stressful on his aging and despaired heart. Even worse, he could sense the Saiyan Prince hurrying towards them. Perhaps it was time to stop fighting death. He would be with his children soon.

Kami didn't know how he got here. One moment he was on his Lookout, greeting Mr. Popo and just when he finished instructing him on gathering the Dragon Balls, the Guardian of Earth suddenly found himself in unfamiliar territory. His confusion soon turned to awe, and a sense of peacefulness washed over him for a moment as he realised where he was.

This was Namek, his home. The air felt fresher than it did on Earth, and smelled fresher. Whether this was because this was the planet he was born into or because of the damage that the Earthlings had done to the Earth's atmosphere with their machinery and pollution, he didn't know. For a moment, he actually felt younger, younger than he felt in over a century. After dreaming for centuries at the thought of returning home, it was surreal for him to actually be on his home planet.

He didn't get to enjoy the moment for long though, his attuned sense automatically zeroing on the monstrous power flying in the direction away from him.

"W-what a horrible power?" Kami shivered heavily, clutching his walking tightly. Sweat descended down his face hurriedly, and for a moment, he couldn't move from the weight and darkness of the power he was sensing. He didn't understand why he was brought here, surely not to fight against this monstrous power.

'I am the one that brought you here.' A voice whispered in his mind. Years of experience with speaking to others with his mind kept Kami from screaming out in fright. 'I'm sorry, but I *cough* don't have much time *cough* left.' Kami frowned, somehow feeling concerned about the owner of the voice. To talk mentally, and cough hard enough too actually interrupt must mean that he was close to death.

'Frieza has destroyed our home and our race. Only four Namekians remains, five if you count me, but I will not last much longer.' The voice informed him, 'I am Guru, the Grand Elder of the Namekians, and I brought you here for your aid against Frieza.'

"I'm honoured to meet you, Grand Elder." Kami respectively replied, "But I do not believe that I will prove much help against such a dark and evil power."

'Not along you can't.' Guru responded, 'There is someone else on Namek that can help you. All you need to do is put your differences aside, the future of Namek is at stake. My time is up, Kami, son of Katas. Farewell.'

The connection broke before Kami could utter another word, and then there was nothing but silence. Kami looked over to his left, feeling a familiar power heading towards Frieza, but it was much slower and far less powerful.

"Piccolo..." Kami breathed, amazed at the increase in Piccolo's power. If Piccolo had this kind of power against the Saiyans, then perhaps he could have beaten the Prince of Saiyans. However currently Piccolo didn't have a snowball's chance in hell against Frieza. There was only one way that they could win.

Kami immediately took to the skies, heading towards Piccolo, but unfortunately it would take some time for him to reach his other half due to the vast difference in their power.

A badly bruised, bleeding, and almost broken Piccolo hovered in the air, watching as Frieza's last counterattack soared high into the sky. The Lord of the Universe for a moment had been a possible inch away from death after almost succumbing to Gohan's latest burst of rage, unleashing a powerful energy beam that seemed to overpower Frieza. Either Gohan couldn't hold onto the power any longer, allowing Frieza to throw it back, or Frieza simply had overpowered it in the end, Piccolo wasn't sure, but the answer didn't matter.

Piccolo looked down at the nightmarish form of Frieza. This form of Frieza was easily more brutish looking than the previous form, with an extremely elongated skull. His nose had melded into his mouth to form a crude beak. His original horns had receded and were now white, unleased in pairs along the length of his head. Two pairs of spikes had grown out of his back and curved upward and the armour on his shoulders had hurled themselves outward like shoulder pads. Even his posture and the way he walked had changed, now with a slight hunch, as if the strain of supporting his head was too much for even his body to bear.

Yet despite the appearance, Frieza's strength and speed was now far too much for any of them to overcome. Piccolo grunted furiously, angry with himself for not killing Frieza while in his second form. Despite the fusion with Nail, Piccolo still lacked the power to defeat the evil lord. Now it all seemed hopeless.

Frieza let out a chuckle, a very sinister chuckle that sent chills down the spines of Piccolo, Gohan, Vegeta, Krillin and Dende. "It would be a very simple matter for me to obliterate all of you insects out in my current form, but rather than do that, it will be much more satisfying to leave you with a vision more terrifying than death!" Frieza informed them all coldly, his voice deeper in his third form than his previous one. He observed the four warriors, relishing at the fearful looks on their faces.

"I don't like the sound of that." Krillin murmured fearfully.

"Consider this my parting gift to you!" Frieza announced loudly, "A nightmare even beyond the horrors of hell! Witness my true, ultimate form!"

Krillin couldn't help but picture an even more monstrous form in his head, and he shivered fiercely in fear. He wasn't the only one. The other warriors were equally frightened of the prospect of Frieza's final form.

"There is still time!" Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince, spun around and snapped at Krillin. "We have to act now! Do it!"

Krillin looked at him fearfully, unable to believe that Vegeta actually wanted him to critically wound him.

"That bratty Namekian," Vegeta pointed down at the small Namekian child hiding behind a large boulder, "will heal me when he sees me go down! With that power up, I will become strong enough to kill Frieza!"

'Man!' Krillin whined mentally, glancing over Vegeta's shoulder at the sight of Frieza transforming. "Damn! If that's what you want, then, FINE!" Krillin yelled, and quickly fired a small blast of blue energy at Vegeta.

Vegeta simply blocked the blast with an opened hand, with a furious look on his face, "That's not good enough! You have to hit me with your full power!" Vegeta raised a fist in the air, intending to hit Krillin, "Come on! Prove to me that you're not completely worthl–"

Vegeta didn't get to finish, as he was cut off by a powerful, raw searing pain in his stomach. With wide eyes, he fell back, coughing up blood, glancing down at the large hole in his torso. Krillin had blasted him through the stomach. The attack caught Piccolo's and Gohan's attention, both shocked at what happened.

The Saiyan Prince grinned painfully as he fell towards the island where Dende was located. "That's... more like it." Vegeta approved with an agonizing chuckle, "Now... at last... I will become... a... true Super Saiyan."

"W-what happened?" Gohan asked, flabbergasted. "Why did Krillin attack Vegeta?"

Piccolo wasn't worried about figuring that out. He had far bigger concerns below him as he felt Frieza's power increase to even more horrifying levels, and the entire area was beginning to shake from the force.

"Gohan!" The Namekian shouted at his closest friend, "You have to get out of here now!"

"Yeah, right." Gohan muttered, before his eyes widened in shock. Piccolo had lost the ability to stay upright, surrendering to the pain of his injuries, and he fell towards the ground. Gohan shot through the air rapidly, and caught the falling Namekian. "I've got you, Piccolo. Are you okay?"

"To be honest, I've seen better days." Piccolo grunted painfully.

"Don't worry. There is a Namekian here that can fix you right up." Gohan assured him, lowering his mentor to the ground safely. Piccolo fell to his knees, his hands clutching the dirt, and he struggled to stay conscious. He heard a soft pair of feet landed only a few feet away, and Gohan revealed the person's identity.

"Krillin! We have to find Dende quickly! Where is he?!" Gohan demanded hurriedly. Krillin turned, pointing over to where Dende and Vegeta were.

Dende took three steps back fearfully, his entire body shaking at the sight of the fatally wounded Saiyan Prince walking slowly toward him. Blood leaked out of his stomach like a faucet, his hands desperately trying to keep the blood in, but it was futile. He wouldn't survive much longer.

"Come here, kid." Vegeta barked painfully, "You need to help me."

"I can't help you." Dende replied nervously, his face becoming fearful at the furious look on Vegeta's face. He wouldn't have any trouble healing his injury but he wasn't interested in healing such an evil man that had killed many of his brothers.

"What're talking about?!" The Saiyan Prince grunted, "I've seen you heal others, why not me?!"

Dende looked away, closing his eyes, "You've killed so many of my brothers. I cannot heal someone like you!"

"Why... you!" Vegeta growled incredulously. This punk was picking the worst time to hold a grudge. "Y-you brat! Don't you understand?! If you don't heal me, Frieza will wipe us all out!"

Dende shook his head, "No, I can't!"

Vegeta took another slow step towards Dende, "Hey... come on. I don't have time for your stupid moral dilemma, kid."

He couldn't. Dende just couldn't bring himself to heal a man that had the blood of his brothers staining his hands.

"It's okay, child. Your brothers will be brought back to life soon."

Dende spun around, shocked at the elderly sounding voice, and was surprised to see another Namekian. The young boy had never seen the Namekian standing before him. He was old, like Elder Moori, judging by his wrinkled skin, but he was thinner and taller. He wore a complete white robe, with the kanji for 'God' in the middle, a blue cape, and he carried a large wooden walking stick.

"Who're you?!" Dende inquired curiously, "And what do you mean they'll be back soon?!"

"I'll explain in a minute, young one." Kami assured him, "But first you must heal Vegeta. We may need him for this battle."

*Thump*

Dende looked behind him to see that Vegeta had collapsed, giving in to his injuries.

"You must heal him, Dende!" Kami said urgently, "We have no idea how powerful this Frieza truly is, Vegeta will be useful!"

Dende nodded, "Okay." Reluctantly, Dende held his hands over Vegeta's wound, and began healing it. Within moments, the wound completely healed over, restoring his stomach to its regular state.

The Saiyan Prince's eyes snapped over, and he immediately jumped to his feet, inspecting his power and healed wound. He glowered down at the boy, "Oh, by the way..." Vegeta kicked the boy in the back, sending the Namekian boy to the floor. "Thanks. You're lucky you caught me in a good mood." Vegeta retorted, and without a glance at the elderly Namekian, he focused on Frieza's transformation.

"Are you ready, Frieza?" The Saiyan Prince whispered with a fierce smirk on his face, and he clenched his fists tightly. "To finally see the power of a true Super Saiyan."

Meanwhile, the evil lord currently powering up to his next form watched the interaction with interest, and his eyes widened when he saw the fatally wounded Vegeta be restored.

'So that's it!' Frieza thought jubilantly. 'That's how these pests keep coming back!'

Now that he knew for sure that these rodents didn't wish for immortality, it made things much easier. Constantly killing them over and over again would get boring after a while. Soon he would be in his original form, and then the horror show will begin.

Casting the Saiyan Prince a disproving frown, Kami bent down and helped the boy up. "Come with me to heal Piccolo." The old Namekian told Dende, and it was immediately agreed upon by Dende, wanting to get far away from Vegeta as possible. Even after they flew off, the Saiyan prince didn't spare them a glance.

It only took them a few moments to reach the banged up Piccolo, and Dende immediately hurried over to him when they landed.

"Kami?!" Krillin was shocked at the sight of the Namekian that helped train him to prepare for the Saiyan invasion. "How're you here?!"

'So this is Kami my father told me about.' Gohan thought curiously.

"I wished him here along with Piccolo." Dende quickly answered in the process of healing Piccolo. "G-Guru," Dende hiccupped when mentioning the name of his father, "H-he wanted me to bring Kami to Namek along with Piccolo."

"I must say, I'm grateful to Guru for the wish." Kami smiled thinly, "I have always wanted to see the planet where I had come from. I just wish it was on better circumstances."

"Enough of your blabbing, old man." Piccolo growled as he stood up fully healed thanks to Dende.

Kami chuckled lightly, "Same old Piccolo. You're still rude, arrogant, and completely lacking in social graces. But this is just the exterior... the hard, protective outer shell. Inside, you've changed a great deal. I suppose credit must go to the Namekian that you fused with to obtain your new power and of course, most of all," Kami signalled to Gohan, glancing at the young boy proudly. "Because of young Gohan here."

"We have bigger things to worry about, than you talking about how I've changed!" Piccolo snapped at him before he looked over to where Frieza was transforming, "He's almost finished."

"Any ideas on what we're going to do?!" Gohan asked fearfully, shaking at Frieza's power level continuing to sky rocket.

"We've got to somehow hold Frieza off until Goku gets here." Krillin firmly informed him. "It's our only chance."

"I hate to say it, Krillin," Piccolo grunted, "But I don't see Goku being able to handle Frieza. This monster is too strong."

"The solution is easy, Piccolo." Kami smoothly interrupted him, "There is an obvious reason why Guru wanted me here. You just don't want to admit it."

Piccolo scowled, glaring at the Namekian that he despised more than anything. Even the hatred that he had felt for Goku back at the 23rd Martial Arts Tournament was tame compared to what he felt towards Kami. Even the presence of Nail couldn't deter his hatred for Kami. Yet he remembered what Nail had told him when they met, that if Piccolo had come back fused with Kami, he would defeat Frieza with ease.

"We can't!" Piccolo retorted gruffly, tensing at the thought of fusing with Kami. "We'll lose the Dragon Balls if we do!"

"We wouldn't be able to wish back the others!" Krillin declared with wide eyes, as he was the first one to catch onto what Kami was suggesting. "You can't do it!"

"This isn't about the Dragon Balls but about the continuing struggle for power between the forces of good and evil... and the danger that looms over us now poses a greater threat than anything we have faced in the past." Kami answered him sharply. "Even Vegeta with all of his newly acquired strength, I fear that he will not possess the power to stand against Frieza. Even when Goku recovers from his wounds, I think he will offer little resistance against this powerful foe. In our combined form, Piccolo may be the only one strong enough to win this fight."

Piccolo looked over at Kami, struggling to find a counter argument for that.

"I get that Kami!" Krillin retorted, "But if we lose the Dragon Balls then all of this would have been for nothing!"

"What good are the Dragon Balls if a monster like this is terrorising the universe? He will stop at nothing to obtain them. What Namek, the Earth and the rest of the universe needs right now are not the Dragon Balls... but a great warrior." Kami swiftly informed him, "However there is a way to preserve the Dragon Balls on Earth."

"Are you serious?!" Krillin said incredulously. "Why didn't you say that before and save me the suspense!?"

Kami didn't answer that, instead he immediately explained the process. "I can transfer the power of the Dragon Balls to another, but it will be a tough burden on the one that I pass it onto, and there is only one that can obtain it." The elderly Namekian looked over at Dende, and the boy's eyes widened when he realised that Kami was talking about him.

"Dende... What I ask of you isn't something to be taken likely. By transferring the power of the Dragon Balls to you, then you must accept a big responsibility. You will need to become the Guardian of Earth, at least until you can find a replacement if you so desire."

Dende looked away for a moment before timidly asking Kami, "Will the Earth's Dragon Balls be able restore my people back to life?"

"I promise you that it will." Kami assured him.

"I accept then!" Dende firmly agreed.

"You're a good lad." Kami praised the young Namekian, placing a hand on the top of his head. "This will only take a second."

A golden aura flared around Kami, and slowly began to envelop Dende. After a few seconds, Kami released a scream as he poured all of the energy that connected him to the Dragon Balls into Dende. In a golden flash, the procedure was done.

Dende blinked when Kami removed his hand from the top of his head and he could feel a strange energy from within.

"Gohan, Krillin," Kami turned to them with a frown on his face, "No matter what, Dende cannot be allowed to be killed. If he is, then there will be no more Dragon Balls."

"We understand, Kami. Nothing will happen to Dende on our watch." Krillin promised him, and Gohan nodded in agreement.

"I take it that you don't have any other reasons not to merge with me." Kami finally turned to his other half. Still, the aged Namekian could still see the hesitation in Piccolo's eyes. "I'm not too thrilled about this union either," He released a chuckle, "Never did I ever think that we would become one again, but would you prefer to be destroyed by this monster? We have a responsibility to Namek, Piccolo."

Before meeting Gohan and fusing with Nail, the sheer disgust at the thought of becoming one again with Kami would have made him refuse to the fusion, even if it meant dying instead. However, with Nail's thoughts and feelings fusing with him along with his power had changed Piccolo internally. He could feel the love, and desire to protect Namek along with the burning fury and hatred towards Frieza for ruining their race. All of it was stemming from Nail.

"Fine." Piccolo turned to face Kami, frustration marring his face.

Kami smiled, and muttered in amazement, "I suppose... It is time once again for Kami and the Great Demon King to become one." It seemed surreal to him that this was actually happening.

"Listen here, you old fool! Let's get one thing straight! When we combine, we use my body! Understand?!" Piccolo demanded forcefully.

"Agreed, it will be so. Your body is younger and more powerful, I understand." Kami replied, approaching his other half. "Our union will make you more powerful Piccolo, and you will obtain my vast knowledge. I hope you will use these new powers wisely."

Kami stopped directly in front of him, only an arm's length separating them. "For our merger to transpire, place your hand on my chest."

"Yes." Piccolo whispered softly, raising his left arm and placing his hand on the 'God' symbol.

Kami released a loud yell, a burst of white energy enveloped around his body, and Piccolo stepped back slightly in surprise, but he kept contact with Kami. At the same time that this happened, Frieza let out a final scream, his previous form shattering in an explosion of energy, dust, rocks and wind. The others that were watching were forced to look away as the light was far too bright and potent for their eyes. As each second passed, Kami's body began to dissolve, and the pure white energy enveloped Piccolo once the former Guardian's body ceased to exist. A few moments later, the light faded, and Krillin, Gohan and Dende saw Piccolo crouching down on one knee.

The moment he stood up, they could immediately see a difference in him. At least, Gohan and Krillin did. Dende didn't know Piccolo enough to see it. However despite his ragged clothes, Piccolo seemed more graceful, formidable, and overall just more complete than before.

Piccolo looked down at his hands, in awe at the power coursing through his veins. Fusing was a very odd experience, especially when a vast amount of memories, knowledge and wisdom was suddenly crammed into his head, and his mind was forced to wrap around it and join it with his own. He felt calmer, more intelligent, and far less anger in his heart than he ever had. The most mindboggling aspect of the fusion was the power he now possessed. He never even thought such power was possible.

Clenching his fists, flexing his biceps and rotating his shoulder, Piccolo felt like a completely new man. A Namekian powerful enough to avenge his race, and rid the universe of a terrible monster. He was completely indestructible. Frieza didn't have a chance.

"P-Piccolo?" Gohan nervously asked the newly fused Namekian.

"No longer am I Kami or Piccolo." The Namekian answered, and began walking towards Frieza, confidently. Gohan's eyes widened at the voice. It was far more confident, calmer and more formidable than Gohan had ever heard. In that moment, Gohan just knew that Piccolo would win this fight. "I am the Namek that has long forgotten his name."

It was then that Gohan and Krillin finally noticed that Frieza had finished transforming. His form was completely different than when they thought it would be. Instead of Frieza's final form being bigger and far more monstrous like they thought it would be; his form had regressed, becoming a short, white lizard-like, almost harmless-looking creature. His horns and spikes had disappeared and his physique became sleek. His skin is a pure, solid-white with purple sections on his head, shoulders, forearms, abdomen and shins, while the lines on his cheeks remained intact.

"Wait just a second. That's the new Frieza?" Krillin asked skeptically. "He doesn't look so tough to me. He is so puny."

"Don't be fooled." The fused Namekian warned him firmly. "His power has gone to a whole new level. I'm sure you've been taught by Roshi to never judge a warrior by their appearance."

On the small planet in the other world, a blue bug-like man was watching the events on Namek with curiosity and hope. The three other fighters that he had on the planet, all from Earth, Tien, Yamcha and Chiaotzu were all waiting anxiously for news on the fight. King Kai had watched the events closely and thanks to his efficient sensing abilities, he could easily detect just how powerful Piccolo had become from the fusion with Kami.

"Now this is certainly interesting." King Kai mused interestedly. "Guru made such a bold move, and it may pay off. Frieza has turned into an even greater monster than I had ever imagined, but perhaps all is not lost. I never expected Piccolo's power to increase this much by fusing with Kami. He may just have a chance. It's a shame I never got around to teaching him the Kaio-ken technique. It would certainly be useful right about now."

Inside Frieza's spaceship, inside one of his own healing units, the Saiyan from Earth, Son Goku was currently being healed from his injuries that were inflicted on him by Ginyu, Gohan, Krillin and most of all, Vegeta. The battle against the body snatching Ginyu had been by far the strangest battle Goku had ever been in and the results had left him frustrated. The machine was taking such a long time to heal his wounds and so he was left here, frustrated by being unable to help his son and friends.

He had been able to feel the powers of those fighting, and he had also felt the times when it seemed like Krillin had died, and when Gohan was on the verge of dying. Unable to help them. Sitting here in this machine was far more difficult than racing along Snake Way trying to make it to the battlefield in time. On Snake Way, he had hoped that his friends could hold out, but here, he could sense everything that had been going on, and for the first time in a long time, Goku felt truly powerless.

Goku had been surprised when another power level had joined the battle, and for a moment, Goku thought it was Piccolo. He dismissed it at first, the power being different and far too high to be Piccolo's but the longer the battle went, the more he was sure that it was truly Piccolo's. However Frieza's power kept on growing, and for a moment when Goku felt Frieza's power shoot up to another level, the Saiyan from Earth thought it was over.

Until he felt Piccolo's power spike up sharply.

'What on Earth is going on out there?' Goku thought internally. 'Please just hang on a little longer, Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo.'

Now in his original form, Frieza prepared to end this game, here and now. Cracking his neck slightly, Frieza relished in the feeling of being in his natural form. Having to regress into those previous forms to control his power was certainly annoying, and so he was going to take his sweet time destroying them. First things first though, there was a certain nuisance he had to dispose of first.

Frieza smiled cruelly, raising his right hand, and he pointed his index finger at his intended target.

"Bang."

Frieza's attack was aimed straight at Dende.

End of Chapter

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Power Levels:

Frieza (3rd Form) = 1.59 million

Frieza (Final Form, suppressed) = 2.12 million

Piccolo (Fused with Nail) = 1.15 million

Piccolo (Fused with Kami, suppressed) = 2.1 million

Vegeta = 250,000

Vegeta (Zenkai) = 2.2 million

Gohan = 200,000

Krillin = 10,000