As they watched the light flickering between Frieza's fingers, cold sweat streamed down the faces of the Planet Namek warriors, their hearts hanging in their throats.
"A bunch of stubborn fools!"
Frieza shouted harshly. With a slight flick of his fingers, the purple light was about to burst forth.
"Wait!"
At that moment, a childish voice suddenly rang out, stopping Frieza's action.
Frieza instinctively stopped and looked toward the source of the voice, discovering a young Namekian.
"Dende, why did you come out?!"
"This is no game! Hurry up and hide!!"
Aside from the dozen or so Planet Namek warriors present, this young Namekian was the only survivor of this disaster.
"Was what you said just now true?"
The Namekian named Dende ignored the others' shouts. Trembling, he slowly stepped toward Frieza and spoke timidly.
"Hm?" Frieza frowned, seemingly having forgotten what he had said earlier.
"As long as I convey your wish to the dragon, you promised to let us go."
Dende was very innocent. He genuinely believed Frieza would honor his promise, which was why he had gathered the courage to step forward.
Only after Dende's reminder did Frieza recall that such a thing had happened. He had not expected someone to actually believe his casual remark.
At that thought, a sinister smile appeared on Frieza's face again. He said to Dende, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and convey my wish to the dragon. Once it is done, your people will be free."
Upon hearing this, Dende felt an inexplicable surge of joy. Without another word, he turned to face the dragon, truly intending to convey Frieza's wish.
Dende was engulfed by endless fear. All he could do now was obey Frieza, or who knew how many more of his people would die.
Even now,