Inside the Grand Elder's stone house, everyone was caught up in the excitement of their skyrocketing power after having their potential unlocked.
Son Goku closed his eyes and spread his senses across the entire planet like ripples on water.
In an instant, dozens of evil, icy presences entered his awareness. Like drops of ink in clear water, they were rapidly contaminating the emerald planet.
They're here... even sooner than I expected.
He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Everyone, Frieza's forces have landed on Namek. Their goal is clear: they're looking for the Dragon Balls."
"What?!" Everyone was stunned. "Already?!"
Their expressions turned serious. Piccolo clenched his fists, the green knuckles cracking.
Son Goku looked around at them and said gravely, "I need you to head to the villages and provide support. Frieza has plenty of grunts, but only a handful of real heavy hitters. As long as you don't run into Frieza himself or the few subordinates directly at his side... you should be able to protect yourselves."
"What about Frieza?" Krillin nervously swallowed. "Goku, are you planning to fight him alone?"
"No, the boss is for the final battle!" Son Goku shook his head, then looked at Son Gothao. "Gothao, Gochi, and I will go together. As for Frieza... I'll take care of the riffraff first, then go settle the score with him."
Son Gothao and Son Gochi excitedly pumped their fists. "Dad, how many can we fight?"
Son Goku ruffled both their heads and smiled. "That depends on how good you are."
Piccolo stepped forward and said gravely, "Son Goku, the villages are too spread out. How should we divide up?"
Son Goku thought for a moment. "Piccolo, you're the strongest, so handle the villages to the east alone. Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, you two