Namekian Language

"Is this my homeworld?"

Piccolo drew in a deep breath, ripples stirring in his heart.

Just then, something stirred in Son Goku's mind. He whipped his head toward one direction, his expression exceptionally grave.

"This is..."

"Did you all feel that?"

Hearing him, the others quieted their minds and sensed carefully. Then horror appeared on their faces.

Son Gohan murmured to himself, "This aura..."

Piccolo sucked in a cold breath. "What an evil aura!"

"Not just evil, it's... it's incredibly powerful, too..."

Krillin's voice trembled slightly, and dense beads of fine sweat seeped out across his shiny bald head.

Jiang Ling's expression was just as grave. An aura so much stronger than theirs, and on Namek—there was only that powerful man.

Frieza!

The real estate company boss!

His planet-buying-and-selling business spanned the universe.

Unexpectedly, he had come after all.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ling steadied himself and looked at Bulma.

"Bulma, check whether the Dragon Radar works."

Bulma, who had no idea what they were talking about, nodded when she heard that. "I'll take a look."

Beep, beep...

Bulma took out the Dragon Radar and pressed it. Several points of light immediately appeared on it.

"Great, the Dragon Radar works! That means there are Dragon Balls on Namek too."

Hearing this...

Son Goku, Piccolo, and the others' expressions changed drastically.

Namek had Dragon Balls, and there was this evil, powerful aura as well. If the Dragon Balls fell into evil hands, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Jiang Ling was not too surprised by this result. He took the Dragon Radar and looked at it. The points of light on it were scattered in every direction, while two of them were moving quickly.

Jiang Ling sensed for a moment. They were in the direction where the evil aura was.

He told everyone this result.

Everyone reacted differently.

Piccolo's face darkened. "As expected, that evil aura is collecting the Dragon Balls..."

Meanwhile, fighting spirit flashed in Son Goku's eyes.

"So that's how it is. If I could spar with him, that'd be great."

He simply loved fighting powerful opponents and breaking through his own limits in battle.

Gohan muttered from the side, "I never thought that just accompanying Uncle Piccolo back to his mother's home to acknowledge his relatives would lead to something like this..."

Just then...

North King Kai's voice rang out.

"Hi, hi, hi. Hello, everyone."

"Yo, Lord North King Kai," Son Goku greeted him.

"Who?" Bulma asked in confusion.

"This is North King Kai. Goku and I trained at his place."

Seeing the others looking a little confused, Jiang Ling explained, and only then did everyone understand.

"Three people have come to my place. Guess who they are?" North King Kai said mysteriously.

Jiang Ling put on an expression of deep thought. "Let me guess. It definitely wouldn't be Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu! With North King Kai's intelligence, how could you make us guess such an idiotic question? Am I right, Lord King Kai?"

"Uh..." North King Kai looked at the three beside him—Yamcha and the others—and gave a dry laugh.

"Haha, well, if you can't guess, then forget it."

"Oh right, where are you? It doesn't look like Earth."

Goku answered, "We're traveling on Namek, but we ran into someone powerful. I'm getting ready to spar with him."

"Someone powerful? Let me take a look."

As North King Kai spoke, the antennae on his head twitched, probing the situation on Namek.

Immediately, his body went stiff.

Sweat poured from his head all the way down to his feet.

"F-Frieza..."

"Goku, Jiang Ling, whatever you do, don't provoke him! That man is called Frieza. He's a monster who commits every evil imaginable, and he's terrifyingly powerful. You absolutely can't beat him!"

North King Kai spoke anxiously.

From what he knew of Son Goku, Goku would definitely be very interested, which was why he was so frantic.

North King Kai's little mouth kept chattering on and on, warning them again and again. Jiang Ling was annoyed beyond endurance and answered for Goku with repeated promises.

After ending the communication with North King Kai...

The atmosphere at the scene fell silent.

Frieza was like an invisible pressure weighing down on everyone's shoulders.

"A powerful, evil enemy..."

Krillin scratched his shiny bald head and broke the silence. "Uh... everyone... how about this? Let's go back first. Frieza has nothing to do with us anyway..."

Son Gohan, who had not spoken the whole time, immediately said, "Uncle Krillin, this is Piccolo's homeworld. If we ignore it, Piccolo's people will all be killed by Frieza!"

"You think I don't want to help?! With our strength, what can we even do?!"

"I won't go back anyway. I'm going to help!"

Krillin argued loudly.

Everyone knew that Krillin's choice was not wrong. It was the most rational, wisest approach. But Son Gohan's kindness and feelings would not allow him to do that.

"Gohan..."

Piccolo rubbed Gohan's head, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile. "You should all go back to Earth. I want to stay on Namek and take a look."

Bulma said with a smile, "Oh? Our Great Demon King wants to save Namek, does he?"

Piccolo turned his head aside and argued, "I just want to see what the planet where my people live is like. It's definitely not what you're thinking."

"Haha, no need to hide it. I know." Bulma covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She was gradually no longer afraid of Piccolo, this "Great Demon King."

Piccolo's change was secondary. More importantly, Bulma now had Jiang Ling, a man with formidable strength. Piccolo dared bully her? She would have Jiang Ling beat him up in minutes!

Since things had come to this, Jiang Ling clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Everyone, listen to me. Since we're already here, let's help Piccolo together. After all, he's still just a kid under ten."

Son Goku: ???

Bulma: ???

Krillin: ???

Son Gohan: !!!

Piccolo's face darkened, his eyes glaring at Jiang Ling. If looks could kill, Jiang Ling would already have been killed by him hundreds of times.

He actually dared expose his dirty laundry!

"Ahem."

Jiang Ling continued, "Let's look for the Dragon Balls together first. If we gather them before Frieza does, then he won't be able to get his way, and we'll have room to maneuver later."

"Right, I support that."

"He's right."

"At this point, that's all we can do."

"But... I still want to fight Frieza directly..."

Jiang Ling's suggestion gained everyone's support. Aside from Goku, who had a different opinion. However, after Bulma rewarded this "different opinion" with a knock on the head and a fierce scolding, their opinions became unified.

"I was a little violent just now. Don't mind it."

Bulma nestled gently in Jiang Ling's arms.

Jiang Ling pinched her delicate nose and smiled. "What are you saying? How could I dislike you?"

"That's good."

A sour stench of romance filled the air.

Everyone pretended they had seen nothing and whistled.

Jiang Ling raised his brows at Son Goku. The meaning was self-evident, as if he were saying, "See that? Learn a little. Use it on Chi-Chi when you get back. Don't say I never taught you."

After a while...

Jiang Ling knew that being lovey-dovey in this situation was inappropriate, so he cleared his throat.

"Frieza's side has Scouters. We shouldn't use 'ki.' Let's take an aircraft and set off first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bulma took out an aircraft that could fit seven or eight people.

As for the spaceship, she had long since put it into a capsule.

Everyone rode the aircraft, following the Dragon Radar's guidance, and soon landed in a village.

Everyone got off the ship.

Seeing the wary faces of the Namekians around them, Gohan let out a gasp of surprise.

"They look so much like Uncle Piccolo..."

It was the first time Piccolo had ever seen people who looked almost the same as him, aside from Kami, and he could not help feeling a sense of kinship.

When the Namekian villagers saw Piccolo, there was a trace of confusion mixed in with their caution.

They began murmuring among themselves in the Namekian Language.

"Why would one of us Namekians be mixed up with outsiders..."

"Could these outsiders be good people?"

"No, that's not right. The elder already informed us that evil outsiders have invaded our planet and told us to be on guard."

Piccolo naturally understood what they were saying.

But Jiang Ling was shocked, because he understood too!

Just then, a voice rang out in his heart, making him shudder despite himself.

[Ding! Host, this system will clear up your confusion. The reason you can understand the Namekian Language is because the Dragon Ball Language gifted to you by this system includes all the languages of the Dragon Ball world.]

"You scared me. You haven't spoken in so long, and the moment you do, you pop up so suddenly. Is that really okay?!"

"Still, this Dragon Ball Language really is good stuff. It makes things a lot more convenient." Jiang Ling nodded to himself inwardly.

Listening to the villagers' discussion, Piccolo was just about to explain something when Jiang Ling stepped forward and explained in the Namekian Language:

"Hello. I'm not a bad person. Can you speak Universal Language? I have business with your village elder."

Pure, fluent Namekian Language came from his mouth, shocking every villager present.

Piccolo's eyes widened. No matter what, he had never expected Jiang Ling to actually speak the Namekian Language?!

Over these past few days, the talent Jiang Ling had displayed had truly given him far too many surprises.

Son Goku and the others were completely baffled, not knowing what Jiang Ling was saying.

The villagers' eyes went wide, unable to believe that an outsider could speak their native language.

"Um... our elder, Moori, is already on his way here..."

A Namekian child said timidly.