Encounter

"You..."

Dodoria looked toward Son Wuling and the others, only to find Son Wuling carrying Videl, Son Goku carrying Bulma, while Son Gohan and Piccolo followed behind as they left together. They showed no intention of chatting further with Vegeta, and Son Wuling had not forgotten to pick up the Scouter.

However, those terrifying people did not seem intent on attacking him. As long as he shook off Vegeta, he would be fine.

"Damn it... Vegeta, you think you can kill me alone? Dream on!"

After hurling an Energy Blast at Vegeta, Dodoria flew toward Frieza. As long as he reunited with Frieza, Vegeta would not be able to kill him.

"What a foolish fool... Galick Gun!"

After knocking away Dodoria's Energy Blast, Vegeta fired a finger-sized energy wave that pierced straight through Dodoria's chest! His swollen pink body fell from the sky.

Vegeta removed his Scouter. He still needed it to monitor Frieza and the others' movements!

Boom!

Vegeta fired an Energy Blast, directly blasting Dodoria's body into dust. Looking at the Scouter in his hand, he let out a cold sneer!

Elsewhere, Son Wuling placed the Scouter on the ground and had already coordinated everything with the others. He had even dragged Son Goku over!

"Gohan, where did you hide the last Dragon Ball?!"

After saying that, Son Goku hurriedly backed away with caution and covered his mouth. He was afraid he might say too much and give himself away.

"Father, don't worry. Even if they dug through this entire planet, they wouldn't find it. I tied it to a nearby planet, and I put it somewhere even I can't find!"

Son Gohan's childish voice carried a faint tremor. Then he moved away from the Scouter and covered his mouth!

"Good job, Gohan. If we can't find it, those guys can't either. As long as they don't gather all seven Dragon Balls, they won't get what they want," Piccolo said without so much as a blush.

Bulma and Videl covered their mouths, trying hard not to laugh. They really wanted to say that Son Wuling was simply too brilliant.

"Ah, isn't this Ginyu's Scouter? Oh no... It's over, they heard everything we said..."

Son Wuling crushed it beneath his foot, then waved to everyone. It was all done!

"You're really too clever, Wuling. You actually came up with a method like this!" Bulma said with a smile.

"But will they really fall for it?" Piccolo asked worriedly.

Son Wuling crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. "Better to believe it exists than risk it not existing. There are so many of them anyway. Frieza will definitely send someone to confirm it, right? Whether he believes it or not, that's just how it is."

Son Wuling looked at the Dragon Radar. Six Dragon Balls were now gathered together on it, while the lone remaining one did not seem too far from those six.

"This is a little troublesome. Let's hurry over. The Namekian who made the Dragon Balls must be with that last one, and it doesn't look too far away!"

Son Wuling took off first with Videl in his arms. Son Goku followed behind, carrying Bulma in a princess carry, while Piccolo and Son Gohan closely followed as they flew toward the direction of the lone Dragon Ball on the Dragon Radar.

Vegeta, Frieza, and many Frieza Force soldiers wearing Scouters all heard it. At that moment, time itself seemed to freeze.

A low-ranking soldier cautiously looked at Frieza seated upon his throne. "Lord Frieza..."

"Ho ho ho ho..."

Frieza laughed, but his clenched fist showed that he was furious beyond measure.

"Go check the nearby planets immediately!"

Six basketball-sized Dragon Balls floated behind Frieza.

"Yes, Lord Frieza!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers departed in spacecraft, each flying toward the planets illuminated near Namek. They did not spare a single planet lit by the three glowing stars in Namek's sky.

Although Frieza had some doubts about what he had just heard, he still sent people to investigate with the mindset that it was better to believe it than not. Sitting upon his throne, Frieza looked at the gleaming Dragon Balls and smiled. "Ho ho ho... Once I gather the Dragon Balls, I, Frieza, will become immortal! Then I'll kill every last Namekian! Ho ho ho..."

At that moment, Vegeta glanced at his Scouter before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his foot! He had learned how to sense ki, and he sensed a massive number of Frieza Force members flying away from Namek.

"Hmph, that Earthling named Son Wuling managed to trick Frieza's people off Namek with just a few words. But you can't fool me. I know you people. You just arrived on Namek, so how could you possibly have had the chance to hide the last Dragon Ball? Hahaha..."

Vegeta burst into laughter, then suddenly thought of something. His smile instantly froze. The other six Dragon Balls were with Frieza, but he did not know where the last one was. Son Wuling and the others had also concealed their ki, so he could not find them. Even if he did find them, he could not defeat Son Wuling!

Only after laughing did he realize that the clown had been himself all along. He was standing there grinning like an idiot, yet he did not have a single Dragon Ball.

"Damn it, the Dragon Balls... The Dragon Balls will definitely be mine! As long as I become immortal, I'll finally be able to completely escape Frieza! Ah..."

Son Wuling knew nothing of Vegeta's helpless rage. Although Frieza was still on Namek, all of his subordinates had left. Apparently, having found nothing on Namek, Frieza somewhat believed his words about one Dragon Ball being hidden on another planet.

As they flew, they passed a mountain peak. A building on the mountain had been completely destroyed, clearly another place ravaged by the Frieza Force.

They continued onward, and after passing through a valley, they finally reached their destination!

The moment they landed, a Namekian who looked very much like Piccolo walked out of the valley. Beside him was another Namekian about the same age as Son Gohan and Videl, wearing white clothes and a pink vest!

"He looks so much like Piccolo!"

After looking at Piccolo, Son Goku turned to the Namekian before them.

"My name is Nail. Honored guests, the Grand Elder already understands the general situation. Thank you for coming all this way to help our Namek!"

Nail bowed to Son Wuling, Son Goku, and the others, expressing his gratitude.

"Hehe... It's nothing, really. We're actually Piccolo's companions. He sensed that Namek seemed to be in danger, so we came here from Earth!" Son Goku replied with a smile.

"Companions..." Piccolo wanted to refute that, but somehow, he could not say the words. Was it after the Saiyans appeared, or when he and Son Wuling trained Son Gohan together?

"My name is Dende..."

Dende curiously examined Piccolo, then looked at Nail. They looked far too alike, as if they had been carved from the same mold!

"Piccolo..."

Nail also looked at Piccolo. He was a Namekian who had been stranded elsewhere, yet he had returned after sensing Namek's crisis.

"My name is Son Wuling!"

"My name is Son Goku!"

"Piccolo..."

"My name is Bulma! I'm Earth's genius inventor!"

"My name is Son Gohan! Pleased to meet you."

"My name is Videl. Pleased to meet you."

Son Wuling and his group greeted Nail and Dende. Son Wuling had not expected Dende to still be alive, and now Dende was chatting with Son Gohan and Videl. Since they were all around the same age, they naturally had more in common.