Frieza's army shouted in unison, hastily flattering him as their voices shook the heavens and earth.
"Wait, doesn't the dragon grant the summoner three wishes? This King has only fulfilled one. There are still two left, so why did the dragon disappear?"
It was only after basking in intoxication and wild joy for a long while that Frieza slowly came back to his senses. He looked at Dende and asked in confusion.
The other Namekians were also unaware of the truth behind Frieza's question. Only Dende knew what was going on.
"Didn't we agree that the remaining two wishes would be given to us? After helping you fulfill your wish, I reserved the other two. They can be granted the next time Porunga is summoned."
How could Dende not know of Frieza's scheme? Afraid that Frieza would go back on his word, he had prepared a backup plan.
Dende smiled at Frieza, seemingly proud of his own cleverness.
After learning the truth, the other Namekians were equally proud of Dende, silently praising his wit.
Frieza, on the other hand, wore a grim expression as he stared coldly at Dende. He said sinisterly, "Do you think such a petty trick can save you? This King will kill every last one of you right now!"
Frieza had only casually agreed to those earlier terms in order to deceive Dende. He had intended to threaten Dende into granting the remaining two wishes after the first one was fulfilled.
Yet he had not expected Dende to leave himself a way out. Being outmaneuvered felt terrible, and Dende's actions had enraged Frieza.
Frieza was a demon through and through. Once provoked, he would leave a million corpses behind and turn rivers red with blood!
Frieza stretched out his palm and began gathering energy. A sphere