Meeting

"You..."

Dodoria looked at 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 all left together. They showed no intention of talking 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 got away from Vegeta, he would be fine.

"Damn it... Vegeta, you think you can kill me all by yourself? 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 took off his Scouter. He still needed it to track Frieza and the others' movements!

Boom!

Vegeta fired an Energy Blast, blasting Dodoria's body into powder. Looking at the Scouter in his hand, he sneered!

Elsewhere, Son Wuling placed the Scouter on the ground and went over the plan with everyone. He even pulled Son Goku into it!

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

After saying that, Son Goku quickly backed away and covered his mouth, afraid that 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 tremble. Then he moved away from the Scouter and covered his mouth!

"Well done, Gohan. If we can't find it, those guys can't either. As long as they can't gather all seven Dragon Balls, they won't succeed," Piccolo said calmly.

Bulma and Videl were covering their mouths, struggling not to laugh. They really wanted to say that Son Wuling was too clever.

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

Son Wuling stomped on it and crushed it, then waved to everyone. It was done!

"You're really brilliant, Wuling. You actually came up with a way like that!" Bulma said with a smile.

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

Son Wuling folded his arms across his chest and smiled. "Better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't. There are so many of them anyway. Frieza will definitely send someone to verify it, right? Whether he believes it or not, it makes no difference."

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

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

Son Wuling was the first to fly off with Videl in his arms. Son Goku followed behind, carrying Bulma in a princess carry, while Piccolo and Son Gohan trailed close behind, flying toward the lone Dragon Ball shown 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 soldier cautiously looked at Frieza on his throne. "Lord Frieza..."

"Ho ho ho ho..."

Frieza laughed, but his clenched fists 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 boarded their spacecraft and departed, flying separately toward the planets near Namek. They would not overlook a single planet illuminated by the three glowing stars around Namek.

Although Frieza had some doubts about what he had just heard, he still sent people to investigate, choosing to believe it rather than not. Seated on his throne, Frieza smiled at the gleaming Dragon Balls. "Ho ho ho... Once I gather the Dragon Balls, I, Frieza, will become immortal. Then I'll kill every single Namekian! Ho ho ho..."

At this moment, Vegeta glanced at his Scouter, then threw it to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot! He had learned how to sense ki, and he sensed a huge number of Frieza Force soldiers flying away from Namek.

"Hmph, that Earthling called Son Wuling tricked Frieza's people into leaving Namek with just a few words. But you can't fool me. I know you people. You only 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, and 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, he could not defeat Son Wuling!

Only after laughing did he realize that he himself was the clown. 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 be able to completely break free from Frieza! Aah..."

Son Wuling had no idea about Vegeta's helpless rage. Although Frieza was still on Namek, all his subordinates had left. Clearly, after finding nothing on Namek, Frieza had somewhat believed his words that one Dragon Ball had been hidden on another planet.

While flying, they passed a mountain peak. The building atop it had been completely destroyed, clearly another place ravaged by the Frieza Force.

They continued onward, passed through a valley, and finally arrived at their destination!

The moment they landed, a Namekian who looked very much like Piccolo emerged from the valley. With him was another Namekian about the same age as Son Gohan and Videl, dressed in white with a pink vest!

"He looks so much like Piccolo!"

Son Goku looked at Piccolo, then at the Namekian before them.

"My name is Nail. Esteemed 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 in thanks.

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

"Companions..." Piccolo wanted to refute that, but he could not bring himself to say it. Son Goku and Son Wuling had become his companions after the Saiyans appeared, or perhaps when he and Son Wuling trained Son Gohan together.

"My name is Dende..."

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

"Piccolo..."

Nail also looked at Piccolo. He was a Namekian who had wandered away, yet he had returned after sensing Namek was in danger.

"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! Please take care of me."

"My name is Videl. Please take care of me."

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