Bulma's Azure Star flew over the western village.
The Namekians on the ground, young and old alike, raised their heads in unison when they saw the unfamiliar Bulma's Azure Star appear.
Bulma's Azure Star had been refitted from Kami's refugee ship, but the modifications had been so thorough that there was no way to tell from its exterior that it had once been a refugee ship from Planet Namek.
Only its engine and life-support systems still retained some traces of ancient Namekian technology.
Thus, the Namekians below did not recognize the strange spacecraft and all watched Bulma's Azure Star hovering above the village with curiosity.
He-El and Bulma descended from the underside of Bulma's Azure Star into the village. He-El briefly sensed the area and found that the village had only about one hundred and thirty-seven people. It was an exceptionally small village.
The village's houses were oval-shaped, with bubble-like windows and antennae on their roofs. From afar, they resembled little insects. Their architectural style was highly distinctive.
"Who are you? Why are you different from us?" A child flexed the antennae on his forehead, walked up to He-El, and asked with his head tilted up.
Then a group of children curiously gathered around, staring wide-eyed as they examined He-El and Bulma.
The child spoke the language of Planet Namek. Kami had left this language in the spacecraft for He-El to learn so that he could communicate with Namekians. Bulma was an exceptional learner, and during their time on Planet Namek, she had already learned the Namekian language.
Bulma found the little green sprouts rather amusing. She communicated with them in somewhat clumsy Namekian, and the little sprouts were delighted, excitedly chattering away at her. Bulma's Namekian gradually became more fluent as she spoke.
"Where are the adults in your