The Dragon Balls had been gathered. It was time to make a wish.
More than a year had passed since the last wish. Calling Shenron again made him somewhat excited. He arranged the seven Dragon Balls together, and their bright, warm glow began pulsing rhythmically, accompanied by a faint hum.
"Lord Raditz, there are seven Dragon Balls?" Angila cried out in confusion.
"Of course. If one Dragon Ball could grant a wish, that'd be way too cheap. They aren't glass marbles."
Angila silently stepped back and said nothing more. All they had heard was the name "Dragon Balls," so he had naturally assumed there was only one ball. Who would have thought there were seven? By that logic, getting one was useless; they still couldn't make a wish.
Only Frieza and Slug had been thoroughly duped, going to great lengths and suffering losses over single Dragon Balls that were of no use.
Angila stood by the side, waiting for Shenron to appear. He had never seen Shenron before and was intensely curious, while Raditz guarded against him, deliberately or otherwise.
Raditz still couldn't fully trust him. It would be terrible if Angila got ahead of him before he could state his wish. He hadn't summoned everyone as soon as the Dragon Balls were gathered because he had also held something back from Vegeta, afraid Vegeta might suddenly make a move.
"Phew—I'm summoning Shenron now. Step back." Raditz took a deep breath, looked at the long-unseen brilliant light, and shouted, "Come forth, Shenron!"
The incantation rang out, and the sky abruptly darkened. Thick clouds filled the heavens, with lightning flickering as if linking heaven and earth. A twisting, dancing golden radiance surged from the Dragon Balls and shot into the sky like a golden blade, splitting the scene before them. Gradually,