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Chapter 4: An Overbearing Evil. The Tyrant Revealed.
Gohan and Krillin stood petrified at the amount of evil coming off the group. Nothing, however, compared to the one leading the party. It was almost as though he was the center of gravity for the evilness, everyone else's energy funneling into him. What shocked the earthlings the most were the two right beside him, each holding a Dragon Ball under each arm.
When the aliens had passed, Bulma dropped to her knees while Gohan and Krillin raced outside. "Bulma, check the Dragon Radar." Krillin said. "And please tell me that I'm dreaming."
Bulma pulled the Dragon Radar out of her pocket and turned it on. The screen displayed four Dragon Balls heading in the same direction as the aliens. "Guys, we have a problem." She said.
"Don't tell us." Krillin said. He threw down the cap he was wearing in frustration. "Damn it."
"Krillin, did you see the guy in the front?" Gohan asked.
"Nevermind if I saw him." Krillin said. "Did you sense his energy? He must be evil incarnate. Worse than King Piccolo I'd say."
"I guess it's going to be difficult to get the Dragon Balls away from them, huh?" Gohan said.
"Now just wait a second." Bulma said. She pressed the top of the radar a couple of times. The screen now showed another Dragon Ball directly in the path of the group. "See. If you hurry, you might be able to snatch the Dragon Ball away from them before they get their hands on it."
"I'll go." Krillin said.
"I'm coming with you." Gohan said.
"Now just hold on a moment." Bulma said. "Are you seriously just going to leave me alone on an alien planet?"
"Trust me, Bulma." Krillin said. "It'll be a whole lot safer here than where we're going."
The two fighters took off for the Dragon Ball, leaving an angry Bulma in the dust.
The two landed on a cliff overlooking a namekian village. Down below, the Frieza Force scoured the village for any inhabitants.
"Come on out." Frieza said. "If you would kindly cooperate with us, then I promise no harm will come to you."
From inside one of the houses appeared five namekians, two children and three elder looking ones. Gohan fixated on the eldest looking one. Something about him reminded him of his former mentor.
"Now was that so hard?" Frieza said. "I think introductions are in order. My name is Frieza, these two beside me are Dodoria and Zarbon, and this is the Frieza Force."
"Well atleast we got their names now." Gohan said.
"Yeah." Krillin said. "Wait... Didn't that one saiyan that came with Vegeta mention something about a 'Frieza' guy?"
"Now that we have introduced ourselves, it only seems fitting that you all return the favor." Frieza said. None of the namekians made a move to speak, the children cowered deeper into the elder's robes. "Come on now. We haven't got all day."
The eldest namekian gulped and stepped forward slightly. He said something that nobody could understand, yet Krillin found it oddly familiar.
"None of that." Frieza said. "I know that you can respond in the same language that we all here can speak."
"I am Moori." The namekian said. "The names of my fellow residents are unneeded for this conversation."
"Well, Moori," Frieza said, "Would you mind telling us where the rest of your village is? Everywhere else we have visited has had atleast 10."
"They went out to till the fields." Moori replied. "Only the elderly and the very young stay remain in the village. I speak the truth."
"And I thank you for it." Frieza said. "Now onto my reason for visitation, I believe you have a Dragon Ball in your possession."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Moori said.
Frieza chuckled and turned to the pink alien on his right. "Dodoria, would you care to remind me about what that other namekian told us? I seem to have forgotten." He said.
"Yes, my Lord. He babbled on about how he couldn't give up the Dragon Ball to someone who wasn't worthy." Dodoria said.
"Oh yes, now I remember." Frieza said. "He was quite adamant about that too. He simply would not budge from it. Atleast... not until I killed one of his villagers."
Everyone besides the Frieza Force reeled at the news. The children had begun to start crying.
"After that he was far more open with us." Frieza said. "He told us quite a bit about your kind. He told us all about how your Grand Elder created the Dragon Balls and entrusted each one to a different guardian. He then went on about the tests of wit and strength one must go through before testing to see if their wish is worthy enough. Only then can one obtain the Dragon Ball of the village." He let his tail hit the side of his chair with a loud bang.
"Try as I might he simply would not see me as a worthy enough person." Frieza said. "Now I'm not one to take no as an answer, so I'm afraid I killed him as well. After that we had no problem getting the other guardians to see us as 'worthy.'"
Vegeta had been listening into Frieza's radio channel. "So that's all there is to it then?" He said. "I just have to prove my worthy? That'll be no problem."
"You..." One of the elders said. "You vile bastard!"
He charged forward, ready to strike the tyrant. Zarbon appeared beside him and connected his shin to the namekian's neck. His head snapped to the side as the bones in his neck shattered. The namekian flew across the grass and landed in the dirt. The other elder darted for Zarbon, who jumped into the air as the namekian fired off an energy beam. Zarbon gathered a large amount of energy into his hand and fired on the elder, vaporizing him instantly. Zarbon landed back at Frieza's side and reassumed his position.
"After that display, I don't think resisting is an option for you anymore." Frieza said. "Now if you'd kindly hand over the Dragon Ball."
"Over my dead body!" Moori said.
"Not much of challenge, now is it." Frieza said. "But would you risk the life of one so young?"
Moori gasped and pulled the children behind him. "You wouldn't." He said.
Frieza extended his index finger and aimed for the namekians.
"Please." Moori pleaded. "I beg of you."
Gohan's body began filling with rage. His power began to spike as a soft aura surrounded him. Dodoria's scouter picked up on the sudden increase of power, alerting him.
"There's something strong in the area." He said.
Everyone stopped and looked around until Dodoria's scouter beamed back to life. "Lord Frieza, up in the sky." He said.
Three namekians were flying full speed towards the village. Each touched down with a horrified expression on their face.
"So my sense of foreboding was true." One of them said through gritted teeth.
"How rude of you interrupt." Frieza said. "Did your parents never teach you any manners?"
"So I take it you're the one that's been destroying our villages?" Another namekian said. "What gives you the right to distrupt our planet's peace!"
"Talking big I see." Frieza said. "Dodoria, do you mind checking if they can match up their attitudes?"
Dodoria pressed the side of his scouter and began running it up and down the namekians. "I'm sorry to dissappoint, but they only displaying about a thousand each." He said.
Moori was taken aback as the soldiers all began laughing. He stared down Dodoria and came to a realization. Of course. He thought. How could I be so oblivious. Our villages are scattered to deter any evildoers, but these folks found them easily. Those machines on their faces must be able to detect energy.
"You think that someone with a power level like yours can go up against the Frieza Force?" One of the soldiers laughed.
The three namekians let out a yell as they rushed forward, each connecting with a soldier and killing him. The other soldiers stopped laughing and rushed the namekians, who effortlessly dodged each one and killed them off. They easily dodged past each soldiers blaster fire and took them down.
"You idiot." Zarbon said. "I thought they only had a power level of thousand."
Dodoria turned his scouter back on the namekians and rescanned them. "I don't understand. They've each risen to a power level of close to three thousand." He said.
Frieza let out a little chuckle as he watched the namekians fight. "They're not bad, I'll give them that." He said.
"They must be able to hide their power levels, sir." Zarbon said. "Not many races can manage something like that."
Including that Dodoria's one, there are three of those contraptions left. Moori thought.
"Get back, children." He whispered. "Quickly now."
Frieza motioned to his second general. "If you would, Dodoria." He said.
"On it, my Lord." Dodoria said. "I've wanted action all day. Mind if I deal with all three at once?"
"Knock yourself out." Frieza said.
Moori took his chance and shot the scouter on Dodoria's ear, that side of his face becoming a burned mess. "You dirty bastard!" He said. "You're just asking for a beatdown!"
Moori lept into the air and shot the last two scouters. Dodoria realized what he was doing and set his focus on him. "You think you're slick?" He yelled. "Think destroying a few scouters will set us back?" His heels dug into the dirt as he charged up his energy. "I'm not going to play games! I'll kill every last one of you!" He charged straight for elder, who barely had time to react.
"Elder! No!" One of the namekians yelled, tossing a soldier to the side.
Before Dodoria could reach the elder, Zarbon appeared beside him and kicked him to the ground.
"Thank you, Zarbon." Frieza said. He shifted his gaze over to the pink blob lying in the dirt. "Dodoria, you were told to deal with the three younger namekians. You were never given authority to deal with the elder. Zarbon, you can take that privilege."
The two generals glared at one another before facing their opponents. Zarbon and Moori launched at each other, with Moori narrowly dodging each attack.
The three younger namekians stood their ground in front of Dodoria. The general charged the three of them, who took off in seperate directions. The namekians darted around Dodoria dealing blows here and there. Dodoria swung downwards and caught a namekian with the spiky part of his wrist. He caught another by the collar and slammed him down into the dirt, blood beginning to trickle from his mouth. He lost track of the last namekian and frantically looked around.
"You're only delaying the inevitable!" Dodoria yelled.
The namekian dashed around and grabbed the two fallen namekians. "It was a foolish idea to take you on 3 v 1." He said, placing his hand on the others' chests.
In a bright flash of white light, the three namekians fused together, their power reaching almost Dodoria's level. "Let's make this a fair fight, shall we?" The namekian said. "I'll make you pay for what you did to my people."
Frieza perked up at the sight of this new technique. "Interesting." He said.
The two warriors went at it again, matching each other blow for blow. Neither seemed to be able to gain the upper hand in the fight.
Zarbon, on the other hand, was easily overpowering the elder namekian. "Why don't you just give up now and maybe we'll let you and the children live!" Zarbon said.
Before Moori could do anything, one name was screamed out, causing everyone to stop in place.
"CARGO!" One of the children screamed in terror. His brother was standing before him, his arms outstretched, a red beam piercing his chest. The beam dissappeared and the namekian fell to his knees, his body unmoving.
"You had peaked my curiosity with that fusion technique." Frieza said. "But I quickly grew bored of watching you four fight."
Dodoria took the opportunity to grab his opponent by the head and ram it into the ground, crushing his skull. Moori ran for the child and held him in his arms.
"Take the Dragon Ball." He growled. "It's in the house over their." He pointed to the farthest house on the left and stood up. "Just take it and go!"
Zarbon went inside the house and retrieved the Dragon Ball, placing it down with the others.
"While I do appreciate your cooperation, I'm afraid leaving isn't any option anymore." Frieza said. "You see, with our scouters destroyed we have no means of finding the rest of the Dragon Balls. And I have you to thank for that."
His tail hit the side of his chair and Dodoria appeared behind Moori. He grabbed hold of the elder's neck and twisted it to the side, snapping it. The namekian's body dropped to floor as the remaining child watched in horror.
"I do wish it wouldn't have come to this, but I can't leave any witnesses, can I?" Frieza said.
Gohan and Krillin watched in horror as Dodoria approached the child. Gohan felt his anger boiling up and couldn't sit and watch any longer. He let out a yell and went straight for Dodoria. He planted his foot into the brute's jaw and sent him flying into one of the houses.
"You little brat!" Zarbon said, rushing for Gohan.
Krillin zoomed down towards Zarbon and planted his heel into his face, breaking his nose. "Grab the kid and let's go!" He yelled.
Gohan grabbed onto the namekian child and flew off with Krillin not far behind.
Zarbon covered his face with his hand, blood trickling down his chin. "Lord Frieza, what do we do?" He asked.
"Dodoria, get out of that pile of rubble and go after them!" Frieza yelled. "Zarbon, forget about your nose for right now and grab the Dragon Balls."
As Zarbon, Frieza, and whatever remained of Frieza's men gathered up the Dragon Balls, Dodoria went on the chase after Gohan and Krillin, his eyes filled with a bloodlust rage.