"Earthling... could you come over here for a moment?" Grand Elder said to Son Goten. Son Goten told him, "Elder, actually, I'm not an Earthling either. I'm a Saiyan."
Grand Elder lowered his head slightly, almost unconsciously. "You're a Saiyan? These days, the Saiyans are nearly extinct, just like us Namekians."
But the Saiyans now were far stronger than they had been in the past. Grand Elder pointed to the spot beneath his hand, indicating where Son Goten should stand, and Son Goten went over.
"Let me learn about your past." Grand Elder looked through Son Goten's memories and saw Piccolo's existence.
Piccolo had emerged from Kami's body. He was Kami's evil half, and when evil had invaded Kami, they had split in two. That had brought King Piccolo into being, and King Piccolo had wreaked devastating destruction upon the world.
"To become Kami, he couldn't retain even a trace of evil in his heart? That was why the evil half, Piccolo, was born. Unfortunately, their innate genius was divided between them, too. If they could reunite, perhaps they wouldn't die."
Son Goten still didn't understand what it meant to reunite. Grand Elder lowered his hand. "That's enough. Your wish is pure, and I hold your courage up to this point in high regard. I'll give you this Dragon Ball!"
Grand Elder handed Son Goten the Dragon Ball that had been above his head on the seat. Son Goten took it and looked it over. "Thank you so much! This is a real Dragon Ball! It's huge!"
But Grand Elder followed with a few unwelcome words. "However, your wish may not come true. I'm afraid I don't have much time left."
"Can you take the Dragon Balls back from those villains in such a short time? It'll be very difficult.