Frieza was seated as he spoke to them. "Listen up. My name is Frieza, and I'm collecting your Dragon Balls. By the way, where did everyone else go? As far as I know, there should be ten of you."
"Planning to keep quiet? I'll kill you," Frieza said. He pointed a finger and fired an Energy Wave, his tail tapping impatiently against the seat. But when the Namekians saw his Energy Wave, he pulled it back.
"All right, talk." One of the Namekians replied in Namekian Language. "Don't speak Namekian. Use a language we can understand. I know you can."
The elder chief looked nervous. "The others have all gone to work. Only us old folks and the children are left." Hearing that, Frieza smiled. "That's more like it! Just answer honestly like that, and you'll be fine!"
"Now answer my question. Where are the Dragon Balls? I expect there's one here." Up on the cliff, Son Goten was genuinely surprised by Frieza's bluntness.
The Namekians grew nervous when they heard Frieza wanted their Dragon Ball. "W-we don't know. There's no such thing!"
Frieza called to Dodoria. "Dodoria, what did the second Namekian we killed say again?" Dodoria picked up where Frieza left off. "He said the Dragon Balls would only be given to recognized warriors."
"Right, right. That one was very stubborn and wouldn't cooperate. To make him talk, I had to kill someone... Then he obediently told me everything."
"There are seven Dragon Balls, made by the most respected person on this planet, the Grand Elder. They're now kept by seven elders. To obtain them, you have to compete with the seven elders in wisdom and strength."
"Then you have to explain why you want your wish granted. Only a warrior recognized by each elder can get the