Chapter 7

Hank leered closely at the ridiculous character. He asked instructively, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" questioned Frieza. "Who are you?"

"I'm Hank Hill," Hank began, "I sell propane and propane accessories. Now tell me, who are you?"

Frieza chuckled to himself, "If you must know, I am lord Frieza, destroyer of Namek and hunter of dragon balls."

Hank let out a hillbilly gasp. "You're here to take my dragon balls, ain't ya?"

"That's right!" Frieza exclaimed, "All seven of them."

Hank paused for a moment. "Wait, seven? I only have six."

"Liar!" interrupted Frieza, "I know for a fact that you have seven, thanks to my dragon radar." Frieza kindly showed Hank his dragon radar, proving that the seventh dragon ball was in his presence. "Here," explained Frieza, "you have six of them in the bed of your radical truck and one in the hedges over there." pointing directly at the final missing dragon ball.

Hank let out a violent "Whhhhat?" then turned his face towards his trimmed bushes quickly. Frieza's dragon radar was uncanny. There lay the final dragon ball. Its beauty could not be compared to the other dragon balls. The bright sphere of light shinned as bright as daylight. Hank walked towards it slowly. He stretched forth his sweaty hand respectfully to grab hold of the ball, but was rudely interrupted by a spontaneous slap of his wrist.

Before Hank's attractive hand could grasp the dragon ball, Frieza slapped his hand away. Hank cracked his neck to look at Frieza and his arrogant moxie.

Frieza closed his eyes and began a silent sentence. "If you want this dragon ball, you will have to fight me for it."