Dragon Ball Warriors Gather

The vast cosmos.

A light cluster streaked through it like a shooting star.

Zooming in, it turned out to be a spaceship identical to Frieza's.

It was King Cold and his forces, hastily assembled and rushing over.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, twenty minutes until landing on Planet Namek."

"Frieza's vital signs disappeared in this area."

A horse-headed alien from the intelligence division spoke to King Cold with utmost deference.

The aura emanating from King Cold was far too overwhelming.

Cold sweat involuntarily beaded on the alien's forehead.

"We've arrived near Planet Namek and still found no trace of Frieza. It seems he's met with misfortune."

"I will make every Namekian pay with their lives."

King Cold stared at the emerald-green Planet Namek before him, pain twisting his face as he roared in fury.

In truth, he had long sensed that his son was dead.

He had only come here clinging to a faint hope of finding Frieza's cells.

The closer they got to Planet Namek, the heavier his heart grew.

A gnawing ache faintly pierced his chest.

He still couldn't accept that Frieza had died like this.

Planet Namek!

"Not good."

"An incredibly powerful and evil aura is approaching our planet."

"And there are many beings with auras stronger than ours."

"Yes, what can we do?"

"Those bastards must be coming to steal the Dragon Balls."

"This aura is several times stronger than Frieza's from a month ago."

"And they have numbers on their side too."

"Heavens, are the Namekians truly meant to be wiped out? Who can save us?"

The Namekians now sensed this overwhelmingly evil aura drawing near their planet.

And there were many aliens stronger than them.

Everyone was still haunted by the shadow Frieza had cast.

Those aliens were far too powerful and utterly devoid of humanity.

Last time, if Son Gohan hadn't stepped in to save them, Frieza would have annihilated their race.

"If only big brother Gohan were here."

"He could definitely defeat the bad guys again."

Dende suddenly spoke up.

Everyone's eyes turned to him.

Yes, now only a Super Saiyan could eliminate these evil invaders.

How could they find a way to notify him?

Time ticked by, second after second.

The Namekians were frantic, running in circles.

But they had no way to stop this disaster.

Boom!

A massive spaceship soared overhead, casting a shadow across the sky.

An evil aura instantly enveloped the entire planet.

The Namekians trembled in fear.

Just as they were at a loss—

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a large group of people appeared in the sky.

It was Son Gohan, using Instant Transmission to teleport everyone here once again.

They slowly descended before the Namekians.

"Big brother Son Gohan, thank goodness!"

Dende ran up to Son Gohan and threw himself into a bear hug, as if clutching at a lifeline.

His brothers had all been scared out of their wits moments ago, and he had been terrified too.

Seeing Son Gohan and the others descend from the sky once more, the Namekians were also brimming with excitement.

They felt as if they had taken a calming pill, knowing their planet had hope of being saved.

Son Gohan sensed an extremely powerful aura.

It seemed Frieza's father, King Cold, had come looking for them.

"My home, Planet Namek, I have returned."

Piccolo looked at his people and his homeland, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He took a few deep breaths, slowly exhaling to ease the turmoil in his heart.

Right now, Piccolo felt as if he had been living abroad, never once seeing his own kind.

Suddenly returning to his homeland and nation, seeing people who looked exactly like him.

At this moment, Piccolo simply couldn't find words to describe his feelings.

"Hello, welcome back."

By then, the Namekians had calmed from their excitement, and Piccolo's words drew their attention.

They finally saw the clansman who lived on Earth, Piccolo.

Everyone exchanged greetings one by one.

Then they flew toward the direction where the spaceship had landed.

The Namekians without battle power and the Grand Elder did not go to the battlefield.

Because if the Grand Elder died, the Dragon Balls would disappear too, and then everyone couldn't use them to revive the dead.

The massive spaceship's hatch slowly opened.

King Cold stepped out.

Behind him followed a large group of underlings.

This time, King Cold had deliberately come to seek revenge, so he had brought his entire army.

Seeing King Cold's appearance, everyone suddenly understood.

So this was Frieza's family—they looked exactly alike.

"Vegeta, so you're here too. It seems Frieza's death has everything to do with you."

King Cold's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion.

Suppressing the fury in his heart, he roared at Vegeta and the others.

His form was very similar to Frieza's Second Form, tall and imposing.

"Heh heh heh, back then I didn't have the power to kill Frieza."

"Killing you all now is pretty good too."

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Vegeta's mouth as he spoke to King Cold with a teasing tone.

Seeing Frieza's father, he wanted nothing more than to take him down.

"Why say so much? Just get to it."

Son Gohan now looked at King Cold as if he saw battle power skyrocketing endlessly.

This time, he was sure to reap a great harvest.

"Saiyans really are ungrateful dogs. It seems Frieza was right to wipe out your Planet Vegeta."

King Cold smirked smugly at Vegeta and Son Gohan.

He also noticed the brown tail on Son Gohan's rear.

He hadn't expected there to be another Saiyan besides Vegeta.

"Damn it, you deserve to die."

Vegeta's eyes looked like they were about to spit fire.

Now he was like an enraged tiger.

"Saiyans? What's so great about them?"

"Truly a newborn calf unafraid of tigers."

Seeing that Son Gohan was just a little brat, King Cold assumed he had no battle power.

His sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one, and he spoke with disdain.

The strongest battle power among this group was barely over 10,000.

Son Goku could sense that King Cold's strength was even greater than Frieza's battle power.

"Kill them."

King Cold waved his hand grandly, issuing orders to the massive force behind him.

With that, his body slowly rose into the air to observe the battle.

"Kill them!"

"Take them down—avenge Lord Frieza!"

"Charge!"

A swarm of grunts, like flies, all rushed toward Son Goku and the others.

There were easily several hundred members of the Frieza Force.

"Don't be afraid—fight to the death! Even if we die, we can be revived with the Dragon Balls."

"Kill!"

Nail, the top combatant of Planet Namek, roared.

Today, it was either their death or ours.

With Son Gohan and the others joining in, they had nothing to fear.

At worst, if they died, they could be revived with the Dragon Balls.