"Where is the Three-Star Dragon Ball?"
When He-El asked about the Dragon Balls, Emperor Pilaf's fear receded a little.
He did not want to hand over the Dragon Ball. After all, conquering the world was his wish, and gathering the Dragon Balls to make a wish was what he believed to be the easiest way to achieve it.
The moment Emperor Pilaf hesitated, Bulma pulled back the bolt. The clacking sound was exceptionally clear as the icy muzzle of the automatic rifle pressed against Emperor Pilaf's cheek.
"Bastard, hand over the Dragon Ball or I'll shoot." Bulma's face was filled with fury. She truly could not swallow this anger.
Ashu and Mai had stolen her Dragon Ball and the many Hoi-Poi Capsules in her waist pouch. Now this Emperor Pilaf had tried to sneakily steal the Dragon Ball she was guarding while she was bathing. Bulma was furious. She jammed the gun barrel against Emperor Pilaf's cheek, scaring the color out of his blue face.
"It's here! It's here!" Emperor Pilaf hurriedly pulled out the Three-Star Dragon Ball from his pocket with both hands, trembling uncontrollably.
"Hmph!" Bulma snorted and snatched back the Three-Star Dragon Ball, hugging it to herself.
He-El tossed Emperor Pilaf onto the ground, feeling rather strange about it.
Emperor Pilaf was even a little shorter than Goku. Holding him in his hand made He-El feel oddly guilty, as though he were bullying a child.
Especially since Emperor Pilaf was ignorant, cowardly, arrogant, and evil.
If He-El had not known that Emperor Pilaf's talent, like Bulma's, was in technology, he would have almost thought he was bullying a child.
Emperor Pilaf's talent was only slightly inferior to Bulma's. He was also capable of making a Dragon Radar and even modifying Bulma's technology. He was not bad at