"Uncle, I have a request. I want to transfer all my power to you. Only then can we defeat that guy who suddenly appeared and fulfill our duty as the royal family to protect this planet."
"Transfer power?" Piccolo was stunned. All of a sudden, he remembered something—Son Goku had once said that he would encounter an unknown opportunity in the future, allowing him to break through his bottleneck and become stronger.
Could it mean that Nail, who was about to die, would pass his power on to him?
He knew of the Namekian secret art. If they did this, the two of them would completely fuse, and the price would be Nail's soul vanishing completely.
"Alright!" Piccolo's desire to become stronger had never ceased, especially now. With his current strength, he was not even qualified to collect corpses on the battlefield.
Nail closed his eyes in relief, slowly propped himself up, and raised a hand to press against Piccolo's body.
Like soft clay, he gradually fused into Piccolo's body.
Veins bulged across Piccolo's forehead. It seemed that fusion was not such a simple matter.
Boom!
When their bodies completely fused, thunder suddenly rumbled through the sky. There were no dark clouds or lightning, yet thunder erupted from clear skies—a heavenly omen descended.
Piccolo's face was filled with delight, as if he were celebrating something.
"Son Goku! Uchiha Hiko! Just wait, you two!"
Oh, no. Did this guy call out the wrong names?
After all, Planet Namek's enemy right now was Cell.
Shouldn't this guy be charging straight at Cell?
Could it be that something had gone wrong in his brain after the fusion, turning him back into the old Piccolo who wanted to destroy the world?
When Son Goku arrived with Son Goten at the place where Uchiha