These young Namekians who had just arrived were probably the fighters among them. "So the rumors were true—you attacked villages and stole their Dragon Balls. I'll never forgive you for trampling the peace of Planet Namek!"
Frieza said to them, "Looking for a fight? What's your Combat Power? Dodoria, take a look."
Dodoria checked their Combat Power with his Scouter, then laughed. "Don't get your hopes up. All three are only ... or so. We don't even need to fight them ourselves."
The elder chieftain standing there figured it out. "I see. I understand now how those guys have been able to find scattered villages across this vast Planet Namek. They're using that device to locate them."
The low-ranking fighters sneered at the Namekians. "Your Combat Power is only ... or so, and you still want to fight us? Hehehehe."
Son Goten, watching from the cliff, had already figured it out. "No, those three are just suppressing their ki. Those jerks have no idea." "Those Saiyans are going to be in for a shock."
In the blink of an eye, the low-ranking fighters charged at the Namekians. The three Namekians immediately powered up and kicked the charging fighters flying.
When the fighters saw that close combat wasn't working, they fired their weapons at the Namekians, but the three easily dodged every shot. In no time, they had beaten the low-ranking fighters.
Zarbon was puzzled. "What's going on? Weren't their Combat Powers only ...?" Dodoria was just as confused. "What the hell? They've all gone up to ...!"
Frieza watched them fight. "Not bad, not bad at all." Then Dodoria seemed to figure it out. "I know! Namekians can control their Combat Power. What a rare race!"
By watching Dodoria and the others use their Scouters, the elder chieftain realized they'd