The namekians tended to their fields, this was one of the only pastimes the people had, though their incredible patience and serenity of their planet was the allure. Today, unfortunately, wasn't going to be one of those calm, serene days they were just so accustomed to. A roar filled the air as an enormous and unmistakable spaceship hovered overhead, the elder of that village stepped back, his mouth agape, "N-no, it can't be!"
The village leader stammered, as the ship descended, just outside the village. The elder stepped towards the ship, as well as the village warriors, together, they all stood, reasonably frightened as to who stood behind the door. The hatch opened up, as two figures emerged, twin namekians, similar height as the warriors, though their skin colors were different, one of them, who wore a cocky grin was bright red, and the other, who bore a confident smirk, was a dull orange in skin color. One of the warriors of namek stepped forward, "you two… you're Scargo and Lug! You were banished years ago!" He yelled, pointing accusingly at the two.
"Hey, yeah!" The red-skinned one snapped his fingers, pointing at the warrior, as if he had just said something especially clever. "You're one of those weak-os that kicked us out, right?" He asked, taking a relaxed posture,
"you aren't welcome here." The elder replied, calmly, holding the fighters back, "You have one chance to leave, I suggest you take that chance
"That isn't our call to make." The orange one said, crossing his arms, stepping aside for an enormous figure to lumber through the opening of the ship. The figure hovered down, landing in between the two namekians, the gemstone-like protrusions on his chest, head, and shoulders glinting perfectly white, like pearls, his armor dull grey, with many curved spines erupting from his forearms, shoulder blades, knuckles, boots, and even his head. His eyes were a vibrant and energetic pink, giving him a constant playful energy to his being.
"I knew it!" The namekian warrior exclaimed, stepping forward, "You're with Frieza and his family now!"
To this, red winced, shrinking a little, as if he was dehydrating and orange closed his eyes and turned away, with a "tch!" Red eyed his boss nervously, though the Frost Demon chuckled, "while it's true I bear resemblance to Frieza, I would prefer if you didn't associate me with my… Ah… DISTANT relative." He stated, lacing his fingers together.
"What do you want?" The elder asked, crossing his arms, trying to be brave for his people.
"It's quite simple, really, I have recently heard of items known as "Dragon Spheres"? I heard they could give me anything I want and even revive the dead. Needless to say, I am intrigued by the idea."
"You dare!?" The warrior yelled, uttering a war cry, which galvanized the other fighter into action. They both rushed the opponent, but swiftly found their leading arms cranked painfully behind their backs, as well as a foot placed firmly behind each of their shoulder blades.
The red namekian whistled, "nice catch, Scargo!"
To which Scargo replied, "I didn't see you doing anything, brother."
"You had it under control," he replied, lazily.
"Please, don't hurt them!" The elder cried out, stepping forward,
"I believe that can be arranged, Lug, help your brother." The towering figure said in a deep, eerily calm voice as he approached the elder, as Lug flew over to his brother, and they each pinned the guardian warriors to the ground, preventing them from interfering.
