Episode 53
Vicious Monarchy
Goku was lying on his bed as he continued to rest, but the more he did this, the more his impatience grew. He was really itching to get out of this hospital.
His doctor was there, checking to see if he was in good shape, but unfortunately, he may have to stay in the hospital for a little while longer.
"So, Doc, do you think I can actually get up and work out again?" Goku asked. Was there nothing else he thought of?
"Goku, what's wrong with you?" Chi-Chi asked. Her husband was just too stubborn at times.
The doctor shook his head, saying he was not ready yet. Goku became disappointed, he lied his head on the pillow again, feeling terribly bored.
There was a sudden knock on the door and someone came inside. It was Master Roshi.
Goku greeted him. "Hey, Master Roshi."
"Hey, Goku," Roshi greeted him back. Suddenly, he began to look around. "Um, is Chi-Chi here?"
Chi-Chi was standing in front of him, of course, and she told him, "Yes, I'm here. In fact, she is here!"
Roshi laughed nervously. Chi-Chi hated him to be here because she learned that every time he visited them, he and Goku would sneak in some exercise drills behind her back, which she strongly disapproved.
Chi-Chi was carrying Goku's clothes in a laundry basket. She made her way out of the room and have them cleaned. She warned the both of them, "Don't get any ideas! I'll be right back!"
After she left, Master Roshi then approached Goku and quickly told him the news of his friends and family's situation in Planet Namek.
"What's wrong? Are they doing okay?" Goku asked very concerned.
Master Roshi quickly summarized for him. Even he was feeling nervous. "They arrived safely at Namek, but they're not the only ones who are tourists. Apparently, Vegeta is there and much more powerful than before, but they're even stronger enemies that had arrived whose more powerful than that Saiyan!"
Goku was taken back to have heard this. He cannot believe his friends and family would encounter trouble at this time.
"And on top of that, their ship has been damaged and it might take days to be repaired!" he exclaimed.
Goku shook his head. "Are you telling me that they're stuck there?"
Master Roshi sighed with worry. "All I know is that they really need your help, but the presence of a stronger force residing in Namek really scares me."
Goku sat still in complete silence, the uneasiness taking over his mind. He just felt useless to do anything since he still needed to stay in this hospital. Why could he not get any better?
After a long silence, another person came inside the room and he was Yajirobe.
"Yajirobe," both Goku and Master Roshi said.
"Hey, did I miss somethin'?" Yajirobe asked, sensing how the air felt too quiet in his opinion. He then cleared his throat and quickly changed topic. "Whatever, I'd rather not hear about it, but I got something here that could cheer you up," he then brought out a brown bag from behind him, which contained remedies that Goku had been waiting forever to take. "I know it took a long time, but Korin finally grew these Senzu Beans. Should get your strength back a hundred percent."
As soon as Goku saw this, he sprung to life and cheered, his wishes had been answered at all. "AWESOME! And perfect timing, too, Yajirobe! Thanks a lot. I've been dying to have one of these!"
The doctor tried to stop Yajirobe though from feeding his patient some medicine he was not even well aware about.
"Got nothin' to worry, Doc," Yajirobe assured him as he flung a Senzu Bean to Goku's mouth.
Immediately, the remedy took effect, Goku felt rejuvenated and brand new again. Not to mention, his strength had increased tremendous amounts. The doctor and nurses were surprised to see this sudden change of behavior in Goku while Master Roshi and Yajirobe laughed happily to see their friend back on track again.
"All right, I'm so glad I can leave this place now," Goku took out his hospital robes while going to his cabinet to find his clothes there. He found his famous blue and orange martial art uniforms stacked in a neat pile. He took out one and wore it as quickly as he could. "Now I'm off to Namek! Thanks, Yajirobe, for the Senzu Beans. I'll keep this bag for my trip in case I need it."
"But Goku!" Roshi stopped him for a moment, thinking he was being too hasty. "You need a ship first to get to Namek."
"Yeah, I know, that's why I thought ahead," Goku tapped his forehead. "Before everyone headed to Namek, I asked Bulma's father to build a ship for me just in case a situation like this comes up."
Yajirobe asked, "So he made the same exact ship like Bulma's?"
"No," Goku replied. "Dr. Briefs told me is a new model and it's built only on Capsule Corp. He says the ship's pretty fast and he also added some additional things to it that'll help me on my journey," Goku then ran to the window, opened it, and called out his trusted friend, Nimbus. As quick as it can, the cloud flew and stopped beside.
Goku rode on it and he immediately soared away. "Wish me luck! See you, guys!"
Roshi and Yajirobe gave him the best of luck while the doctor and nurses were still surprised by what they had seen that was fully beyond their scope of understanding for now.
Chi-Chi was seen hanging Goku's washed boxers to dry under the sun. She was humming a sweet tune until all of a sudden, she noticed Nimbus in the skies. She had always known that cloud for years. Whenever it was there, it could only mean one thing.
"Wha-? Just what in the world? Hey, isn't that Goku?!" Chi-Chi tried to understand what was really going on until she remembered about these so-called Senzu Beans. He must have taken one of those. That was why he was back to full health.
She tried calling him, waving her arms frantically to get his attention. "Goku, stop! Where do you think you're going?! You didn't even pack clean underwear! Goku! Come back here!"
Goku was able to hear his wife miraculously. He asked Nimbus to fly to Chi-Chi so that he could give her a brief farewell.
"I better go tell her," Goku said. As soon as he went towards her, he got an instant smack to the head. "Ouch!" he yelped and rubbed his cranium.
"Goku, what are you trying to do? You're leaving without me telling what's going on?!" she asked him furiously.
"Chi-Chi, look, I have to explain this really fast, but our friends and family need my help on Namek," Goku said.
Chi-Chi's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Are you saying that our child's in trouble?!"
To explain the situation was going to be difficult for Goku especially that he needed to leave at once, but he also needed to calm his wife. He could only ask her to stay positive and have more faith in their friends and family out there. "No, they're not really in trouble. They're doing okay so far, but something just came up, that's why I need to get to them. Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I can with Gohan, okay?"
"But Goku! Can't you sit down for a few minutes so we can talk about this?!" Chi-Chi tried to make him stay.
Goku had no time, unfortunately; therefore, all he could do now was to ease her doubts and worries. "Everything's gonna be fine, Chi-Chi. I promise!"
Then, Goku quickly kissed Chi-Chi on the forehead before taking off and disappearing in the horizon. Chi-Chi was actually silenced for a moment. It was almost unlike her husband to do that. Usually, she would give him the kiss before he did. Goku, for his age, still acted like a child at times, being innocent and sometimes, being too ignorant, Chi-Chi was convinced he was still learning the definition of how to be a real husband. Nevertheless, it was a trait that she found quite adorable from her husband, but what he just did now, he just did it on a whim. Or perhaps, he really wanted to let her know that everything was going to be fine and that he wanted her to stop worrying and just put her trust on them for now.
Chi-Chi clasped her hands together in worry and she whispered to the winds, hoping he could still hear her. "Goku…"
On Namek, Frieza, King Cold, and their scouts were now staring at the Namekians they had imprisoned, all thirty of them. They were forced to stand on their own feet, even the exhausted children, and face this vicious monarchy.
Raditz and Krillin kept themselves quiet and maintained their energies to the lowest possible.
"I'm guessing you also know about King Cold, Raditz?" Krillin asked him.
Raditz barely moved his lips. "Not much. I only saw him once, but…," he just knew his power was terrifying as well.
"Now," Frieza began talking to the Namekians. "Perhaps you know what's going on to your precious planet. I'm sure you've been hearing rumors, but let me say that those rumors are all true. My men and I have been hunting down your people for a very special treat."
The Namekians did not say anything.
"But first, let me ask, who in here is the village elder? I've been seeking out for all seven of them," Frieza had a look around. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should've said 'please'," he mocked them.
No one talked.
Frieza despised this enduring silence. "The kind of people I hate the most is those who don't respond to me quickly. I'll ask one more time, where is the village elder-?"
Suddenly, his father, King Cold, smirked as if he already knew where the village elder was or more like where he was hiding. He snapped his fingers and gestured some of Frieza's scouts to come forward.
The imprisoned Namekians, they were worried, yet vexed as two Frieza soldiers had come out from one of the houses with the village elder himself. He was holding two Namekian children with him and all three were being pushed outside.
Frieza glanced at his father with little annoyance. "Father, can you cut out with the suspense? You could've just told me where they were."
King Cold chuckled, ignoring his son's quick temper.
Frieza looked back at the three captured Namekians who had been hiding all this time. "Well, you must be the village elder, I presume?" he asked.
The village elder, like his other fellow Namekians, was dressed in heavy robes, only he had a long, red vest over his shoulders and half of his chest and abdomen were shown. He was holding onto the two Namekian children with him. The young kids were clutching his legs tight, all whimpering in silence.
There was no response from the village elder again.
King Cold decided to say something. He raised his hand towards them. "If it'll ease your fragile hearts, then hear this. We haven't tried to kill any of your fellow people…well," he corrected himself, "aside from those who've been very uncooperative with us. We had no choice but to kill them."
The village elder and the rest of the Namekians were enraged to hear this.
"Oh?" Frieza saw the look on his face and he grinned. "So you're not a rock after all that won't budge. My father does have a point. We only kill those who keep defying us, but if you could just talk, you won't have to see much suffering. Now, that's a clear message that you better start moving your mouths."
Zarbon remained quiet while Dodoria laughed evilly. Frieza continued to wait for an answer.
The elder Namekian of the village clenched his fists. He spoke in a different language. "Nawunita hanita hamoa wuta leti kuweto."
"Hmph," Frieza was not fooled that easily. "Clever, old fool. Don't trick us by only knowing how to speak in Namekian. I know you are fluent in the common tongue."
He had no choice then but to say it in English. "The elders stay at the village with the children while the men work out in the fields. Will that do?"
"That's better," Frieza was quite pleased with his response. "You see how much easy it is when we cooperate? Now, let's move on to the next topic. Do you know why your fellow people are being taken away by me?"
The village elder shook his head slowly. In his mind, he was screaming furiously in his head, demanding to know why.
Frieza went on to explain himself. "You see, we only come here for the purpose of getting all the DragonBalls and then destroying this puny planet for good."
The Namekians growled in response.
Frieza stopped them and he continued. "I've spoken to one of the elders and he explained how the DragonBalls were created by the wisest, most knowledgeable Namekian here on this planet. Each DragonBall is located in different villages and it's been entrusted to the elders to guard these as if they were their lives. He even told us that a dragon will be summoned and can grant any wish the wisher desires. All of the elders had willingly given up their DragonBalls after we killed their trusted soldiers…they did say we have to put our strengths to the test to see if we're worthy enough to obtain the DragonBalls. And well, what else can we do?" he laughed at the end.
The Namekians were horrified to know this. They truly despised this merciless tyrant.
Krillin and Raditz had the same reactions as theirs.
The village elder gritted his teeth together, wanting to stand up to him, but he was too powerless to do so. He then heard from one of the children he was holding onto telling him, "Elder Moori, I'm scared!"
He whispered to him and gave him courage. "Stay strong, Cargo. You can't let these heartless people show that you're afraid."
The other child tightened his grasps on him as well. "Moori!"
"You, too, Dende," he spoke to him and he, too, gave him the courage that he needed. "You must stay strong for your people!"
King Cold raised an eyebrow and he asked, "What are you mumbling to those feeble brats? Are you not listening to what we're saying to you?"
Moori looked up with anger written in his eyes. He had to ask them. "Enough already. What have you done to the other villagers and to the rest of the elders?!"
"That's where I'm getting at," Frieza grinned. "Five of the elders and…I would say ninety-percent of your fellow villagers are all tucked away in my ship."
This was very crucial information that Raditz and Krillin needed to take note of.
"Wha-what are you going to do with them?" Moori asked with apprehension.
Frieza already had a plan in mind before he arrived on Namek. He decided to share it with him so that he may further understand. "Simple. I got two plans. One is this: when I spoke to one of the elders, he told me something very interesting. He said that even if I gathered all seven DragonBalls, he said I couldn't achieve my wish anyway…it took me a while to comprehend this."
Everyone remained silent.
"But it soon dawned on me that your fellow people must have a secret code to summon the dragon, am I right? A password that only you know and not to strangers like us?" asked Frieza, his intelligence rendering them speechless.
Moori was perspiring a little.
"So, that's why I spared the village elders and kept them in my ship for a while until I collect all DragonBalls and have them make the wish for me," Frieza grinned even more. "It's a wonderful plan, don't you think?"
With all what they were hearing so, Krillin and Raditz believed this was complete madness, but at least, unbeknownst to Frieza, the two were getting a lot of this important information that can put them to an advantage.
"Wha-what are you going to wish for?" asked Moori.
"Hmph," Frieza closed his eyes, having this sentiment of triumph as if he had already achieved the wish that he desired. "Simple: immortality."
Krillin and Raditz gasped in silence.
"But doesn't Vegeta want the same thing, too?" asked Krillin. If this was the case, then Frieza will be having a lot of competition.
King Cold then asked the village elder, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't your dragon grant more than just one wish as well? If so, the thought of having eternal life is something I don't mind having, too."
The Namekians did not want to reveal any information regarding this, however.
"Hmph, you'll soon talk once I force you to," Frieza declared and then, he held up two fingers. "Anyway, this is my second plan: my army and I here run this Planet Trade Organization and I, being the mighty ruler of my infinite time of power, go from planet to planet, conquer them, and take them as our own. Even sell them off to the highest prices to earn a lot of profit. So, instead of destroying this planet and all who live here, my proposition to you is we would love for the Namekians to work for us."
None of the villagers liked what they were hearing.
Moori had to question them again. "What do us, Namekians, are anything special to you? Especially that our planet is weak and as frail as we all are…"
"Aah, but that's where you're wrong," King Cold said, taking over his son's conversation. "You Namekians possess many special powers, I'm certain. Sure, maybe you're not the best in combat, but the fact that you can create these wishing orbs, summon powerful dragons and, like a few chosen here…have the power to heal, we could definitely use that to our advantage."
Dende felt himself holding onto Moori much tighter than ever.
"Hmph, well-said, Father," Frieza told him.
While Frieza and his henchmen were busy talking to the village elder, there was one Saiyan who had his scouter turned on the whole time and he, too, was receiving all of this valuable information.
It was Vegeta and he had never felt so satisfied in his life. "Heh, heh, I see. Both Frieza and his father are here. And all the Namekians are in their ship, eh? Well, you may be lucky for now, but after I beat you to the next DragonBall, you won't deal with me so easily."
The Saiyan Prince took wing and decided to take immediate action.
"And we'd also love to take over this planet," King Cold proposed, spreading his arms wide. "I understand that this planet's still adjusting due to radical atmospheric changes in the past, but with our prowess in technology and trading, we can instantly change this planet into a training and military base. Not to mention, your planet is also a perfect energy source since you have three suns in your solar system, we could turn this planet into an energy-mining site."
Frieza chuckled softly under his breath, agreeing with his father. "This idea of his, I'd have to give credit to him. I, too, would love to conquer this planet. I can be your new king and if you just continue to obey me, no harm will be done to your fellow people any longer. You should be thankful that for someone who just kills anyone who stands in his way, that I'd be quite generous with you all-"
"-stop it!" Moori angrily intruded him. He declined this monarchy's selfish plans just for world domination and for using his fellow people as his slaves. He would never believe in his words. "My people and I will never surrender and work for you, you monsters! Not in a million years!"
Frieza was not amused especially that he was clearly challenging his authority. "It's wise if you control your tongue. You know, there's always other places for defiant insects like you," slowly, he lifted up his index finger and on the tip of it, a faint, glowing sphere came into view
"Elder Moori!" the imprisoned Namekians cried with concern, but they were hurt again by Frieza's men when they pushed them on their backs, ordering them to stay silent.
Krillin shook his head. "No, he's not planning to kill them, is he?!"
Raditz was tightening his fists, his mind telling him he should take drastic actions until all of a sudden, three shadows passed by. Those shadows appeared to be three well-built and skilled Namekian warriors who were in charge of guarding the villages and the entire planet itself. They had heard about the trouble that was being caused to their fellow people, they needed to step in and end this conflict as soon as possible. They landed in front of Moori, Cargo, and Dende to protect them.
The imprisoned Namekians were relieved to see them and the children rejoiced to see that their heroes had come to save them all.
King Cold found this to be quite a surprise. "Reinforcements, I presume?"
Krillin thought, "Hey, they must be Namekian soldiers. They might have a chance."
Raditz had doubts, however. "The question is…will it be enough?"
Frieza grunted and warned the Namekian soldiers that they might just be a bit too late to save their friends. The warriors ignored what he said and demanded to know who they were. Frieza introduced himself again and summarized the purpose why he was here in the first place.
Just hearing him talk about his plans for world domination and his empty words of honor, the warriors had heard enough.
One of them stated, "So the rumors are all true. There have been mysterious beings attacking our villages and stealing our DragonBalls!"
Frieza chuckled evilly.
Another reprimanded him, "How dare you come and harm our people! You have no right to be here! Leave now!"
"Be careful, my brethren," Moori warned them. "These people are way more powerful than they look."
However, the rest of the Namekians and the little children were all encouraging their warriors to fight off Frieza and his army and bring them down once and for all.
Frieza leaned back on his pod, his bloody, red eyes keeping grave stares at the Namekians whom he saw as stubborn and very ignorant creatures. He then yelled, "Section four, move forward!"
A group of around five of his minions stepped forward.
"Take care of these pests for me," Frieza commanded them.
"Yes, Lord Frieza!" they obeyed him. They quickly checked the power levels of the Namekian soldiers with their scouters. They guffawed with what they had read. "What puny levels. They're only 1,000 each!"
Everyone was convinced that their fighting levels were fixed at this number, but Krillin and Raditz knew better than that.
"No," Krillin thought. "They're just basking their powers, that's what."
Moori immediately noticed these devices being worn on their left eyes and he assumed that these apparatuses had allowed them to locate the DragonBalls. With that thought in mind, he started to formulate a plan.
"Go get 'em!" the soldiers yelled, charging towards the Namekian warriors.
They immediately began battle, but they quickly realized that Frieza's men were falling to their defeat sooner than they expected. Krillin and Raditz's assumption was proven right when the Namek soldiers began powering up, their strengths increasing.
The Namek warriors caught Frieza's soldiers off-guarded and they attacked them all at once. One threw a quick jab and followed with an elbow strike to two Frieza soldiers at the same time. The second Namek released an energy beam from his hand, burning one of Frieza's henchmen to space dusts. The third Namek warrior charged enough power into his body, releasing a force field that blew away the Frieza soldiers, having them crash against the walls and cliffs.
The imprisoned Namekians were now cheering for their people.
Dodoria scoffed and said with irritation, "Bah, we should've known better. These Nameks also know how to hide some of their power. They're trying to trick us, that's what."
"Hmm…," Frieza was rather seeing this as an interesting fight.
More of Frieza's men then came to try to take down the Namek warriors.
"RAARGH!" they continued to fight on.
They teamed up, all three of them, and gave it all they got. One Namek delivered a heavy blow to the back of a Frieza soldier while another launched multiples of energy blasts. The last one was demonstrating flexible footwork as well as various punches and kicks. Frieza's men turned out to be feeble and weak and were easily defeated.
Seeing how his minions were miserably failing him, Frieza's patience was growing thin again.
One minion was blown away and was about to hit King Cold, but he simply turned his body, his cape flying with the winds for a moment before staying still again. The minion instead fell into the rivers.
King Cold turned to his son and told him with a brief chuckle, "Frieza, it seems to me that your henchmen are a lot weaker than I thought. Heh, heh, didn't I tell you to build a much more powerful army than this?"
Frieza did not want any lectures at this time. "Don't try to scold me now, Father. I anticipated that something like this would happen. That's why I planned ahead and called in some back-ups. It should help me get the job of collecting the DragonBalls and conquering this planet faster."
"Back-ups? Oh, I see," King Cold already knew what he was talking about. "You mean the self-proclaimed elite force in the entire galaxy?"
Frieza smirked. "Yes, that's them."
While the Namekian soldiers continued to take down the Frieza soldiers and reduce their numbers, Moori began whispering to Cargo and Dende. "My brethren, move away from me at once."
The children were confused why he was saying this, but Moori insisted them to stay back. The kids did what he told them.
After the fight, Frieza praised the Namekian soldiers for their heroic efforts, but claimed that he let some of his minions die since he was trying to single out the weak from the strong ones. Those who still remain or survive will continue to be part of his army. For Frieza, there were only Zarbon, Dodoria, ten more minions left, and four scouts who were still in charge of guarding the captured Namekians.
"What a heartless monster," Krillin stated.
Raditz had a very serious expression.
Frieza thought though that he should not waste any more time. And so, he summoned his right-hand men to finish the job for him.
"Yes, Lord Frieza!" Dodoria was eager to battle actually. He gave the two DragonBalls he was carrying under his arms to one of the minions guarding the imprisoned Namekians.
"Gladly," Zarbon placed the DragonBalls on the surface, close to King Cold and Frieza.
Raditz stared at Zarbon and Dodoria and he knew them very well. He was just worried because he knew the Namekian warriors were no match for them now. "If only I could find out a way…to help out…," however, this was still too much risk for him to take at this time.
Dodoria cracked his knuckles and moved his neck from side-to-side. "So, who's ready for some pounding time? I think this a good opportunity to promote ourselves, don't you think so, Zarbon?"
Zarbon chuckled softly under his breath. He fixed his arm warmers while flicking a strand of his hair that was getting onto his eyes. "If Lord Frieza is contemplating it."
Frieza heard them. "I will have to see…now, execute them," he ordered his right-hand men.
Before these foes had made their moves, Moori caught them by surprise by blasting off Dodoria's scouter, causing it to explode into bits. Zarbon's and Frieza's attention were caught.
"Elder!" cried the Namekian warriors, wondering what he was doing.
Dodoria held his face and felt himself fuming up. "You weakling! You think that would stop me?!"
Moori then jumped in mid-air, caught them all by surprise, as he gathered more energy to fire the last remaining scouters. It did not take Frieza and his men for long to realize the purpose for him doing this.
Raditz had also figured out why Moori did this. "He's destroying the scouters so Frieza will have a hard time locating the last DragonBall."
"Heh, that crafty, old dog," Krillin admired his wits.
Dodoria became fuming mad and now, he swore he would kill the Namekian warriors as well as Moori himself. He charged towards them head-on, ready to make them suffer.
The three Namekian warriors did not back down. With their lives, they protected the village elder as well as the rest of their people to the best they could. They immediately fought Dodoria as well as Zarbon, but it did not take for them too long to recognize they were unexpectedly outmatched.
"Hah, hah!" Dodoria gave a head-butt to one of the Namek warriors after catching him by surprise. At his earliest opportunity, he stopped him in his tracks and quickly crushed his neck. Another warrior attempted to throw the most power-driven punch and skillful footwork he could ever give, but it did nothing to stop the relentless Dodoria.
"Fool!" Dodoria used his elbow to strike him, the thorns protruding from his arm gave life-threatening damage to the Namek warrior. He was killed instantly and Dodoria relished this sight.
Zarbon was having a one-on-one combat with the last Namekian warrior. As he struggled to overcome Frieza's henchman, Zarbon was hardly breathing at all as he evaded his moves with ease. The Namek warrior had no choice but to use up all energy from his body to release his most powerful beam. His attack directly hit Zarbon and left a cloud of smoke behind.
He breathed heavily, hoping he may have slowed him down, but Zarbon suddenly appeared from this haze without warning, catching him off-guarded. He gracefully went behind him and sent a shocking kick to his neck, breaking his bones inside. Zarbon then lifted his hand, his palm emitting flashing lights, which became separate, fiery rays that pursued his opponent. They shot all three of the Namekian warriors at the same time, killing them in the process.
Zarbon resurfaced on the ground without a scratch to be seen on his body. Another strand of his hair was in the way of his face and so he flicked it with his fingers. "Hmph."
The Namekians cannot believe their heroes had fallen right before their eyes. They were enraged to see their brothers fall while others were afraid that there was no hope for them and to their planet anymore.
Krillin was shocked. "Oh man, they killed them! How they're supposed to do that?!"
Raditz could feel this rage about to explode from within. He wished he could have done something to prevent all of this from happening, but it was also a dicey decision to make considering Frieza and King Cold were in the way. He was so close, yet so far from saving these helpless Namekians.
Krillin felt Raditz's power reacting again to his emotions. He reminded him, "Raditz, calm your power down. We need to-"
However, Raditz interrupted him. "And see more of them die? No…we need to do something now!"
"What?" asked Krillin. "B-but how? Can we last against guys like that?"
Raditz remained silent this time, yet he was in very deep thought.
"Now," Dodoria turned to Moori and decided that he should give the pain that he deserved for destroying their scouters, "you won't be escaping from me now!" and in a flash, he teleported in front of him, delivering a surprising punch to his face. For some reason, Dodoria did not put enough power into that attack and so, Moori was still alive and he could still breathe, but he felt his body almost paralyzed, stinging in agonizing pain.
"Moori!" Cargo and Dende burst into tears to see their village elder like this. They rushed to his aid, shaking him desperately.
Moori was coughing up blood, but he quickly whispered to his children in their native language, saying that they needed to go and save themselves. He asked them to warn "Guru" and "Nail" about these unfortunate circumstances.
"That was just a warm-up," Dodoria declared, cracking his knuckles again. "And now this time, you and those brats will be sent to your dooms!" immediately, he prepared for his final blow that will obliterate them all.
Frieza ordered him to stop though since he did not exactly instruct him to kill the village elder. "Wait a second, Dodoria!"
It was either Dodoria did not hear him or his keen desire of annihilating those whom he found bothersome did not make him listen. Even Zarbon had to call out his comrade to halt or else, that will come as absolute disobedience to their master's orders.
Moori, Cargo, and Dende gasped in fright, thinking it was truly the end for them. The other Namekians were still locked up in chains could only watch in horror to see their ends approaching.
Dodoria opened his mouth and a flashing light formed from the inside of his throat. "Hah, hah! Now! …AUGH!" but, all of a sudden, the outcome had unexpectedly changed when Dodoria felt an intense and uncontrolled punch to his cheek. Dodoria was blown away and he accidentally bumped against Frieza's pod.
Frieza, King Cold, and the rest were shocked.
"What's going on?" asked King Cold.
Immediately afterwards, two people emerged and entered the battlefield. They appeared to be very different from the rest.
"Come on!" a voice echoed in the air and that voice came from Raditz. He was seen soaring from the skies and coming back down, sliding his feet against the surface. What he was about to do was too fast to be seen, he launched an immediate energy blast towards the ground, which created this haze and these clouds of smoke, blocking everyone's visions and making everyone cough.
"What was that?!" Zarbon questioned, covering his eyes.
Raditz was not done yet. With haste, he ran and startled one of the minions who was carrying the DragonBall he stole from this village. He instantly blew him away with a sheering kick, breaking his chest plate into pieces and knocking him out at the same time. Raditz took the DragonBall with him and then he dashed towards Moori, Cargo, and Dende.
Krillin was with Raditz although his legs were shaking from too much fright, knowing they were definitely entering the grounds of such powerful enemy forces. Nevertheless, he came to Cargo and Dende and told them, "Hang tight!" Cargo and Dende were too shocked; they could not even ask who they were. Before they knew it, Krillin had picked up the both of them and he lifted himself a few feet into the air, prepared to take flight.
The haze disappeared slowly and slowly while the remaining minions, Frieza himself, and his father were in shock still. Raditz was now seen carrying the DragonBall and the injured Moori over his shoulder.
The imprisoned Namekians wondered who they were. "What are they?"
For just one second, Frieza's bloody eyes stared into Raditz's and immediately, their resentment grew.
"Let's go!" Raditz shouted, engulfed by his own aura, which burst and sparked, acting on impulse. With a DragonBall under his right arm and carrying Moori over his left shoulder, he took great speed and left the enemy grounds. Krillin followed him from behind while holding Cargo and Dende closely to his arms. Both he and Raditz wished they could have saved the rest of the Namekians, but for now, this was the best they could do.
King Cold had a grave stare, seeing how their plans were unexpectedly being thwarted. Despite of the haze blocking their visions, he quickly pointed his finger at an angle and from the tip of it, a damaging and intensifying beam, ought to be filled with a great deal of power, was shot out. It headed straight towards Raditz.
Raditz sensed this right away, his instincts heightening. He turned his head, his eyes widening. "What?!" fortunately, he was able to evade it, but barely, and this violet, laser beam scratched his right shoulder instead. Blood immediately came out, bringing him to agonizing pain instantly.
"-a-augh!" this pain was unexpected and all too much, but he tried to fight this. He cannot stop even for a brief second or else, their enemies will catch up with them.
Krillin was surprised to see this vibrant beam coming out of nowhere. It quickly lost energy and it vanished into thin-air. "Woah, what was that?!" the moment he turned his head to look at Raditz, he noticed his bleeding shoulder. "What the? Raditz, are you okay?! Did they hit you?"
Raditz bit his lip, feeling like he wanted to scream, but he endured this burning sensation. He told him, his voice struggling a little, "I-I'm fine. Just keep going!"
King Cold continued to have his finger pointed towards the skies while looking displeased. "My full-powered Death Beam missed him…hmm…he's definitely a Saiyan, but…why didn't he fall that easily?"
As for Frieza and his men, they finally realized whom they had suddenly met up with.
"Sire, wasn't that Raditz?!" Zarbon asked the tyrant with surprise.
"B-but I thought he was dead!" Dodoria cried, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought he was on our side!"
Frieza's hands were turning into angered fists. Before he could fully comprehend what just happened, they had already fled right before his eyes. "No, not anymore. Vegeta must've brought in some reinforcements to help him out. These insolent Saiyans…! I should've known they had always wanted to rebel," he then furiously slammed his tail against his pod. "What are you guys just standing there?!" he glared at his ten henchmen who were just trembling and doing nothing. "They just stole a DragonBall from me! Go kill them NOW!"
"Y-yes, Sire!" Frieza's minions were intimidated, but they did as they told and so, all ten of them tried to catch up with the fleeing Raditz and Krillin.
Frieza's blood was boiling as he watched them leave. He already despised his minions and he will not hesitate to kill them if they miserably fail him again. While his red pupils seemed like they were becoming a much redder color due to his rage inside, more shadows suddenly passed right before his eyes. He quickly looked up and saw five pod-shaped ships traveling across the atmosphere. They looked exactly like Saiyan pods, but on the front of each of ship was a symbol. It had an oval-shaped circle and it was overlaid with a white-colored V-shaped. An upside-down blue triangle was placed in the middle of that white space. This emblem represented the so-called illustrious elite force of Frieza had relied on for a very long time.
King Cold crossed his arms. He looked up. "Looks like your back-ups have arrived."
"Just about time…the Ginyu Force shows up!" Frieza snarled.
Zarbon and Dodoria stared at their master, their eyes wide and with looks of disbelief. They were not informed about this matter at all. The Ginyu Force is Frieza's most powerful elite force who had worked for him for long, but why did he have to summon them at this time?
Frieza suddenly turned to his right-hand men and he began lecturing them. "And you two! Why didn't you anticipate Raditz's attacks?! You know well that worthless, low-class Saiyan is a lot weaker than both of you!"
His right-hand men tried to explain themselves, but they could not force any words to come out from their mouths. Dodoria wanted to say otherwise, but he could not. Nevertheless, he got a taste of Raditz's new and unexpected power. Even without the use of his scouter, he could not believe how much strength he was currently wielding. Was he doing some secret training? How did he get very strong?
King Cold turned around and saw that Frieza's minions had gone down to only Dodoria, Zarbon, and the four scouts who were still guarding the imprisoned Namekians. The rest of Frieza's minions were back in his ship, guarding the Namekians that they had already captured a few days ago.
He then turned his eyes towards the DragonBalls in front of him. They went back to five of these magical orbs.
"Stop wasting your breath, Frieza," King Cold told him. "Besides, your Ginyu Force will be coming at any moment. We'll get all the DragonBalls back. After all, we still have five in our possession."
Frieza finally calmed himself after a while. "I guess you're right, Father. The odds are still stacked against them, not us. I've asked the Ginyu Force to bring along the new set of scouter models, so we should be able to track the DragonBalls down easily again."
He turned to his four scouts and ordered them to get these captured Namekians to his ship. His minions forced the helpless creatures to move on their feet again while treating them harshly.
Frieza had his eyes set on the empty, abandoned village in front of him while he vowed to himself and to the rest, "The next time we meet our transgressors, I won't be as lenient as before…"