Dragon Ball Legend

Dende

"Come on! Unless you want to die, get moving! I told you step further!" One of Frieza's men shoved one of the elders over to the others while the rest of Frieza's men surrounded them. The two children clinged to Moori's vests, staying close to him.

"Move it!"

Gohan and Krillin stayed put and watched from the edge of the cliff.

"What are they planning to do with the Namekians?" Krillin murmured.

"Krillin, are these guys Saiyans?" Gohan asked.

"No, they're not. They're wearing the same armor but they're not Saiyans. Besides, Vegeta is supposed to be the only remaining Saiyan. Not including Goku and yourself." He told Gohan.

Moori narrowed his eyes at Frieza as he smirked at them introducing himself. "My name is Frieza, and as you can see, I am gathering your so-called Dragon balls. Where are the others? According to our survey, there are supposed to ten of you here." Frieza asked the Namekian. Moori didn't answer and neither did the other elders as well. "You intend not to say anything, do you? I will kill you." Frieza lifted his finger emitting a small energy ball from it. The two children cried out, burying their faces into the elder Namekian's vest. Moori held them closer to him. "Now, I shall have your answer, please."

Moori made a low growl glaring at the tyrant then began to speak in Namekian but Frieza stopped him. "Not in Namekian. Speak to us in language that we can all understand. We know that you are able to speak it."

"T-The others are out working the fields. Only those of us who are elderly, or children remain here." Moori said. Frieza made a sickening smile which made Krillin's and Gohan's skin crawl.

"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Tell me where the other Dragon balls are, and I will not do anything to you. I know that you have one here."

"I-I don't know. We don't have anything like that." Moori insisted. Frieza turned to the spikey purple alien.

"Dodoria?" He asked him.

"Yes, sir." Dodoria turned on his scouter and searched through it.

"As I recall, the second Namekian that we killed said something quite interesting, yes?"

"Yes." The spikey alien said. "We can only turn over our Dragon balls to those who we judge to be men of valor."

"Yes. He was very stubborn, too. I simply could not get him to cooperate with me, but then I killed one of them, to serve as a lesson to him." Frieza said. Moori's eyes widened in horror along with the other two elder Namekians standing with him.

"What?!" Moori gritted his teeth as his bared his fangs in anger at Frieza. Frieza smirked, evilly.

"Once I did, I got him to say all sorts of things. The seven Dragon balls were created by the Grand Elder of this world. Each of them is in the custody of one of seven elders. Each one is to engage in a contest of wits, a contest of strength and to ask the reason for one's wish. And once each elder judges you to be a man of valor, you are able to obtain their Dragon balls, so he told me. Well, I attempted to do as I was instructed, but he told me that he was absolutely unwilling to turn his over to me. I had no choice but to kill him."

"H-How could you do that!?" Moori sputtered. These men were truly evil. To think that they would slaughter several villages for their Dragon Balls. They had no honor.

"And so, it took some effort to find the first ball. The next three were easy. Everyone was very accommodating." Frieza told him.

"A-Accommodating you say. You are lying!" Moori shouted.