Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 120 The Origin of the Namekian Dragon Balls

Shang Yun, Krillin, and Gohan hid behind a distant hillside, where jagged rocks and withered yellow grass trembled in the wind. They cautiously peeked out, looking down at the Namekian village below.

There are three houses scattered in the village. The houses seem to be built from some kind of strange blue clay. The walls shimmer with faint fluorescent patterns, and the roofs are arched with a slender spire at the top, as if they grew naturally from the earth.

At that moment, Frieza's army was roughly driving the Namekians out of the house. "Get out of here!" A tall warrior with sharp fangs shoved an elderly Namekian, who stumbled forward, nearly falling. Two children, also frightened, were driven out crying, as the warriors laughed shrilly: "Those who don't want to die, stand still! Hahahaha!" Their faces were twisted with smugness and cruelty.

Son Gohan's eyes widened, his face full of tension and confusion. He whispered to Shang Yun, "Godfather, these people don't look like Vegeta's companions. Look, there are even dog-headed people."

Shang Yun frowned, his gaze fixed on the ground below, and replied in a low voice, "These shouldn't be Saiyans. Vegeta once said that there should only be a few Saiyans left, oh, and Goku and you. These should be other aliens."

Krillin nodded slightly and added, "Goku's brother Raditz once said that Saiyans would conquer other planets and then sell them to habitable aliens, so these people must be those aliens."

The three continued to observe and saw two elderly people, one fat and one thin, and two children gathered in an open space in the village. The old man's face was tense, his eyes filled with anger and defiance, while the child hid behind the old man, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with fear.

At this moment, the two old men looked up and saw the three people in front of them. The two people on the left and right each held two dragon balls that emitted strange light. Their faces instantly turned angry.

The three were naturally Frieza, Zarbon, and Dodoria. Frieza's purple skin looked particularly ferocious in the sunlight. Seeing the old man's expression, he curled his lips into a cold smile: "As you can see, the one standing before you with these four Dragon Balls is me, King Frieza!" As he spoke, he fiddled with the power level detector he wore on his glasses. "This detector shows there are 10 of you. Where are the others?"

The two elderly people just glared at him without saying a word.

Frieza's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered, "Since you won't talk, don't blame me for killing you." With that, he slowly extended his right hand, raising his index finger. A purple energy ball rapidly condensed at his fingertip, the air around it seemingly distorting and hissing as it grew larger, a powerful sense of oppression spreading outwards. But he didn't immediately launch the energy ball. Instead, he watched the two old men with amusement, seemingly enjoying the fear in their eyes. The light emanating from the energy ball reflected on his evil face, adding to his terrifying aura.

Just as Frieza had predicted, the two children, out of fear, clung even tighter to the old man, while the two elderly people, their faces tense and their foreheads beaded with cold sweat, remained silent, their lips tightly pressed together.

Frieza sat upright in his aircraft, his tail swaying gently, rhythmically patting the cold metal surface beneath him. His gaze was piercing as he stared intently at the two Namekian elders before him. A cold smile played on his lips as he spoke, "Well? Now you can finally talk, can't you?"

The two elderly men held the two Namekian children tightly behind them, their eyes filled with fear and determination. The fatter of the two spoke in Namekian, his voice trembling yet firm.

Frieza frowned impatiently and said, "Enough! Stop chattering in a language I don't understand. Speak in a language I can understand; you're capable of that."

The plump old man hesitated for a moment, then switched to Common Tongue and said, "Everyone else has gone to work in the fields. Only us old bones and ignorant children are left here."

Frieza threw his head back and laughed loudly, the laughter echoing in the empty space, making the surrounding air seem to tremble: "Hahaha, if you had known better, wouldn't you have avoided a lot of trouble? I really don't understand what you fools are thinking." His laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like two sharp blades piercing straight at the fat old man, "I know you have a Dragon Ball hidden here, hand it over."

The fat old man trembled, but still stubbornly shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. What Dragon Ball? We don't have any."

Frieza paused for a moment after hearing this, then burst into maniacal laughter: "Ho ho ho! Dodoria, doesn't that sound familiar? When we were looking for the second Dragon Ball, some old fool said the same thing, saying that the Dragon Ball should be given to the bravest person, and would never be given to us."

Dodoria, who was standing nearby, immediately bowed obsequiously and replied respectfully, "Yes, King Frieza, you are right."

Frieza tilted his head slightly, as if lost in memories, and murmured to himself, "It is said that these Dragon Balls were made and each is under the control of seven elders. To collect them all, one must possess wisdom and power surpassing those seven elders, and also gain their approval, stating one's wish and reason, in order to obtain the Dragon Balls and have one's wish granted. Is that true?" His gaze once again fell upon the old man, his eyes filled with greed and arrogance.

The two elderly people bit their lips tightly, remaining silent, but their eyes glared at Frieza with even greater determination.

Meanwhile, Vegeta, in the distance, was eavesdropping on the conversation using his power level sniffer. Hearing Frieza's words, a sly smile crept across his face as he thought to himself, "So that's how it is. The secret of the Dragon Balls is all there is."

Seeing that the two old men remained silent, Frieza snorted and continued nonchalantly, "There was another guy who was uncooperative just like you, which is why we had a very difficult time finding him in the first month, but the search went much more smoothly in the following three months."

"Impossible! The elder would never hand over the Dragon Ball to you!" another thin old man shouted hurriedly, his expression seemingly defending his beliefs.

"It's simple, just kill them all, isn't that enough?" Frieza looked at the thin old man with an indifferent expression.

"Do you have no humanity left!" The thin old man could no longer contain his anger. He glared and roared furiously. The wrinkles on his face twisted with agitation, the veins on his neck bulged, and his body trembled slightly with rage.

Seeing that the two old men still refused to give in, Frieza's face darkened, and he turned to Sabo and said, "Sabo, let them see what you've got."