"300 battle power? That should count as top-tier strength on this planet."
Rolling his shoulders, Raditz revealed a cruel smile.
Though under Lord Frieza and Lord Vegeta, he was nothing worth mentioning.
Still, the fact that he had been chosen for this team, along with his Saiyan identity, was enough to prove his ability and worth!
Looking across the universe, aside from their own kind, the vast majority of people were far weaker than him!
That was why he loved taking field assignments.
Watching the former strongest warriors of a planet kneel before him, that surging sense of accomplishment was truly intoxicating.
His usual humility was all for this momentary pleasure!
As long as he sided with those stronger than himself, he could do whatever he wanted!
Flexing his muscles, Raditz prepared himself to wait for his opponent's wails.
"Honorable Saiyan, my name is Piccolo. I have come with good intentions."
The moment King Piccolo appeared, before Raditz, whose battle power exceeded a thousand, could react, he spoke with a face full of humility.
Even the well-traveled Raditz could not help but freeze for a moment.
Then a hint of amusement appeared on his face.
"Can you sense energy? That's rare. So you sensed my strength, huh? You know about us Saiyans, so you do have some knowledge. I'll ask you a few questions. If your answers satisfy me, I might even spare your life."
"If you wish to ask about Shenron and the Dragon Balls, I happen to be able to tell you."
Piccolo maintained his humble attitude, to the point that even he found it unbelievable.
But after nearly being beaten pregnant before, he felt that he could let go of anything.
What was lowering his head a little? Even if Raditz wanted to...
It was not impossible.