A quarter of an hour later, Nail exhausted his own ki and collapsed, powerless. From beginning to end, Frieza had remained standing in the same spot, using only his left hand to deal with him.
With his bodyguard defeated, the Grand Elder—whose life was already like a candle in the wind and who had long since lost his mobility—fell into Frieza's hands.
Using the Grand Elder's life as a threat, the remaining Namekians had no choice but to submit. One by one, the Dragon Balls were carried out. Elder Moori subconsciously glanced at the Grand Elder. Frieza flashed him a smile, leaving him no choice but to summon the dragon in the Namekian language.
The light of the seven Dragon Balls connected together, and subsequently, the sky turned pitch black. The massive Namekian Shenron, Porunga, appeared!
"Those who gathered the seven Dragon Balls, you may state your wishes. Any wish will do, but you are limited to three."
Porunga used the Namekian language. Frieza looked at Elder Moori beside him; the latter was helpless and could only translate for him.
"Three wishes, truly generous. It seems my plan can be adjusted slightly. Tell this fellow to kill all the Saiyans."
Elder Moori glanced at the Grand Elder again. Frieza let out a sinister laugh and placed his fingers on the Grand Elder's neck. Moori could only recount his wish.
After listening, Porunga paused for several seconds, then shook his head. "No, I can't beat them... this wish cannot be fulfilled."
Moori wore a look of joy as he relayed Porunga's words again.
"Can't beat them?" Frieza had thought of many possibilities, but this answer was truly not within his expectations.
"Yes, the Dragon Balls are limited by our abilities. Once a wish exceeds our own limits, there is nothing we can do about it."
Frieza thought for a moment and spoke again, "Nineteen days ago, a streak of white light severed my father's neck. Tell me, what is the origin of that white light?"
He still did not believe Vegeta could kill his father. There was video footage inside the spaceship at the time, and "Vegeta's" initial battle power had also been recorded. Although a battle power of 2.4 million surrounded by red light was a bit thrilling, to Frieza, that was nothing. That kind of battle power couldn't hurt his dad; that final streak of white light was the key.
Elder Moori translated for him once again.
Upon hearing this question, beads of sweat the size of beans began to pour wildly from Porunga. Even Frieza could see it—this guy was trembling.
What the hell are you shaking for?
"I dare not say, and I cannot say." Porunga's reaction greatly exceeded expectations; even the Namekians present were bewildered.
What was going on with their own Shenron?
Porunga was suffering in silence. If this matter involved a Destroyer or a Supreme Kai, he might have plucked up the courage to say a sentence or two. But the power Ino used to cut King Cold's neck in the end—where did it originate? Should he just say the Grand Minister?! Are you kidding? He absolutely dared not discuss a figure of that level.
Porunga's attitude was extremely resolute. "I will not say. Do you have other wishes?"
Frieza scrutinized the expressions of the Namekians in astonishment, discovering that these fellows indeed had not deceived him. He didn't speak Namekian, but he had kept his guard up; the battle power detector stored parts of the Namekian language. Although the database records were incomplete because it was a minority language among minority languages, a rough translation was possible.
Elder Moori's translation was roughly correct. The dragon Porunga knew the answer but dared not say it!
It seemed his own father's death involved a massive secret...
Combining the known clues and peeling back the layers like a cocoon, Detective Frieza asked again, "Bring that fellow who swung the sword and severed my father's neck before me."
Porunga's voice, which had previously sounded like thunder, was two notches weaker: "...This wish is also not possible... that esteemed person refused my summons."
"This isn't possible, that isn't possible, what a piece of trash." The hostility in Frieza's heart could almost no longer be suppressed.
He racked his brains to deliberate his wording. "Then I'll change the wish. Send me, and all the Namekians, to that fellow. This should be acceptable, right?"
The surrounding air seemed to freeze. Elder Moori stared at him, his expression solemn, motionless.
"Translate my words, hurry up!"
All the Namekians, including the heavily injured Nail, wore serious faces. Frieza sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, the darkness covering the planet due to the dragon Porunga's appearance vanished. The sky cleared up again, the dragon instantly disappeared, and the Dragon Balls turned into massive stone balls, falling from mid-air.
Frieza placed his fingers on the Namekian Grand Elder's neck, his face as dark as water.
This Grand Elder did not want to bring disaster to other intelligent lifeforms. In this moment, he chose to end his own life. With his death, the dragon Porunga also vanished.
Frieza no longer held a hostage, and the Namekians were no longer under his coercion.
"Let me show you the power of the Namekians!" Elder Moori stood in front of several children. With a battle power of less than 3,000 and a thin, emaciated body, he blocked the Emperor of the Universe.
"Well said! Namekians will absolutely not submit!" Nail was clearly heavily injured, yet he still forced himself to stand beside Elder Moori, prepared to go to his death with him.
Frieza looked back at the Grand Elder who had breathed his last, then looked at the Dragon Balls that had turned into stone spheres.
There was a hint of disappointment in his expression. "Why? Why do each and every one of you have to force me?"
He raised his right hand. A cluster of red light gathered at the tip of his finger, swift as lightning, shooting toward Elder Moori. This was the same move as King Cold.
"Death Beam!"
Just before the ray was about to hit the Namekian Elder, Ino appeared out of thin air. As if swatting a fly, she casually swatted the crimson death ray away.
When the dragon Porunga summoned her, she was busy drafting the first edition of the "Civilized Universe Spaceship Parking Regulations." Current spaceships parked chaotically—large spaceships, small spaceships, and even random flying devices were all piled up together. This wouldn't do; this was too uncivilized!
She prepared to first find a template planet to set up a few parking zones, then establish a few spaceship class standards. In the future, spaceships with different power sources would have to park in different zones. When the higher-ups came to inspect, one look would make everything clear—how great would that be?
Whoever dared not listen to her orders, she would send them to hell after they died!
She was writing furiously when she suddenly sensed a baffling fellow summoning her. She was a big shot who could "Say My Name And Scare You Jump"; could any random Tom, Dick, or Harry summon her? Did she not want any style anymore? She rejected it without a second thought.
Afterwards, holding her pen in her mouth, she pondered for a while. What kind of thing was summoning her just now? What strange energy fluctuations.
Following the energy traces, she looked down at the lower realm. As a result, she saw the Grand Elder choosing to cut off his own life rather than lead Frieza to another planet, and she saw the Namekians generously going to their deaths. Both emotionally and logically, she had to come over and help.
Time was too tight to call Son Goku and the others, so she came directly.
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