Son Goku did not particularly care about anything besides training and protecting Earth. Since everyone said so, and Chi-Chi did not object, he went along with it.
As for their old home on Mount Paozu, Bulma said they could just build a vacation villa there. If they got tired of living in the city and wanted somewhere quiet to relax, they could go to Mount Paozu.
After all, she was the richest person in the world. She could afford to be extravagant.
By the time they reached this point in the conversation, night had gradually fallen. The once-lively Martial Arts Tournament grounds were left with only a few staff members, handling the final cleanup.
After thinking it over, they decided not to stay any longer. They left the venue, took out their aircraft, and prepared to return to West City first.
Before they could set off, Son Goku suddenly sensed an aura. He turned to glance into the distance, then greeted everyone and ran over.
"I'll be back in a little while."
Everyone had actually sensed the aura that had appeared over there. Judging by Son Goku's reaction, it seemed to belong to someone he knew?
"Who is it?"
Aside from Son Goku, only Yinsen recognized whose aura it was. He had no intention of covering for that person and directly exposed the visitor's identity.
"It's Kami."
"Kami?"
"Why would Kami come to the Martial Arts Tournament grounds... Oh, it's because of Piccolo!"
After witnessing Piccolo's strength firsthand, no one remained wary of the newly born King Piccolo. The gap in strength between them was simply too vast. The reason they had not immediately killed the new Piccolo was not only because he posed no threat to them, but also because this Piccolo had not yet done anything that truly