Disaster on New Namek

New Namek was an obscure planet hidden in the depths of space. Its existence was unremarkable among the stars, and few knew that this planet possessed Dragon Balls capable of invoking miracles.

After Namek was destroyed, the simple and kind Namekians relocated here. Time was the best medicine for healing wounds. More than a decade had passed, and as time flowed on, their longing for their homeland had gradually shifted into building their new home.

Now, these Namekians lived simple lives on New Namek.

Although they rose with the sun and rested at sunset, living obscure yet peaceful lives, news of the New Namekian Dragon Balls still leaked out.

On this day, enemies from beyond the stars arrived from afar.

When they bared their fangs on this peaceful planet, disaster once again descended upon New Namek.

"Hand over the Dragon Balls, or I'll kill every Namekian here."

The short Sorbet wore a vicious expression as he threatened the Namekian Grand Elder, Moori.

The Namekians had never been numerous, and there were even fewer combat-type warriors among them. Thus, when faced with fierce enemies like Sorbet and his men, they were utterly helpless. They could only watch as their people were mercilessly slaughtered one by one, collapsing before their eyes.

The aged Grand Elder Moori looked at Sorbet in grief and fury, hatred blazing in his eyes. "I will never hand the Dragon Balls over to an evil bastard like you."

"Hehe, still refusing to see reason? So you won't give them to me..."

A cold glint flashed through Sorbet's eyes. Several dozen laser beams shot from the ring on his hand. Pfft! Pfft! Blood sprayed through the air, soaking the soil. Several young Namekians fell to the ground and did not rise again. Sorbet had actually killed more than a