Bulma's Azure Star broke through Planet Namek's atmosphere, revealing endless stretches of lush green vegetation, like a vast green ocean.
When the wind swept over it, the green plants rippled like waves across a green sea, an immensely spectacular sight.
The ship descended into a resource-rich region covered in verdant forest.
"Fly west." Inside the ship, He-El sensed a village to the west with his Ki perception and pointed in that direction. Bulma then piloted Bulma's Azure Star toward it.
Planet Namek was a world made up of countless islands, with isolated hills and landmasses covered in strange puffball trees. The entire planet was both fascinating and fertile.
Namekians were characterized by low birth rates and long lifespans. They lived scattered across natural villages of around a hundred people. Their buildings were low, with round or bubble-shaped windows, and their overall forms resembled abalone shells or snail shells. Villages were governed by elders through wisdom rather than divinely bestowed power.
There was no central government on the entire planet. Regional issues were resolved through discussions among village elders. Everyone born on Namek enjoyed the best possible life.
The planet had no military. Every village had a warrior to protect their home and Dragon Ball.
In truth, they possessed highly advanced technology, but Namekians disliked relying on it excessively. The disaster that had nearly wiped them out last time had been caused by the overuse of such technology, leaving them with an instinctive aversion to it.
Of course, there were other reasons as well. In life, Namekians valued the spirit more than material things, so they had little need for material possessions.
"Are all Namekians like Kami?" Bulma asked curiously as she piloted the ship.
Kami was a somewhat stern and dull old man. Bulma's impression of him was that he