As time passed, the three evil auras outside the starry sky drew closer and closer to Earth.
After one night, even the air above Earth had become much thicker.
Earthlings only felt that the atmosphere was oppressive, like the calm before a storm. They began to grow restless and uneasy...
Two figures flew from the direction of the Heavenly Realm toward Mount Paozu.
"Uncle Piccolo, are you taking me home?" Little Gohan asked.
"Shut up!"
Piccolo glared at the little brat, his expression somewhat grave.
The three auras outside Earth were violent and arrogant... with no sign of restraint whatsoever. He could clearly sense their strength.
Compared to them, Piccolo knew that he was probably about as strong as the strongest of the three auras.
If they had been other opponents, Piccolo firmly believed that, at the same level of power, he would definitely win in the end. But the invaders were Saiyans!
In Lord Gran's description, Saiyans were known as a race born for battle.
Piccolo had witnessed this battle-born race long ago. Back when he fought Goku, Saiyans could often erupt with immense power when pushed into desperate situations.
So he was not confident that he could defeat those invaders either!
Now, he needed to find a helper, and that helper was Goku.
Piccolo knew that Goku had also been training hard over the past year and a half, all to deal with this crisis.
Though he was unwilling to cooperate with his enemy, for Earth's safety, he had no choice but to do so!
"You're too slow!"
Seeing how slowly Little Gohan was flying, Piccolo directly brought him along and accelerated.
Before long.
A streak of white light appeared above Mount Paozu as Piccolo descended toward the ground with Little Gohan.
Tap, tap, tap!
After they landed,