The Namekians had not held their Dragon Ball trials for decades.
The last time had been nearly forty years ago, when a young Saiyan came to visit.
As such, not only Sorbet and his men, but even many Namekians knew very little about what the trials involved.
Thus, the moment the trials began, Sorbet and his men ran into trouble.
Several of his subordinates failed in succession.
Fortunately, Sorbet had brought enough people this time. They were not all warriors; quite a few were rogues and riffraff from across the galaxy.
They lacked powerful battle strength, but they had their own ways of surviving.
Relying on their street smarts, Sorbet and his men managed to pass the trials step by difficult step, gradually gathering more Dragon Balls.
Looking at the orange Dragon Balls they had collected, a glimmer of delight flashed in Sorbet's pinprick eyes. Soon, Lord Frieza would be resurrected!
He exclaimed excitedly, "Good, good, good! Keep it up, everyone! Once Lord Frieza is resurrected, everyone's reward will be doubled!"
With Sorbet's promise, the aliens threw themselves into the task with renewed enthusiasm.
Soon, they passed every remaining Namekian trial. Even a test of kindness was cleared by a swindler who roamed the universe, using his tricks to cheat his way through.
Before long, they had gathered all seven gleaming Namekian Dragon Balls.
Since Sorbet and his men were the first to pass the trials in many years, Grand Elder Moori personally recited the incantation to summon the dragon out of respect for them.
Yet he had no idea what a terrifying wish they intended to make.
"Come forth, dragon, and grant my wish!"
Hearing Moori summon the dragon in the Namekian language, Sorbet finally realized that the Dragon Balls on Planet Namek required a specific language.
He immediately