Every Time I Wake Up, I Get a Little Stronger

"BOOM--!!"

A violent explosion roared out!

The castle spaceship that Pilaf had meticulously crafted simply could not withstand the impact of that terrifying force, instantly shattering into pieces midair, transforming into a massive fireball and countless flying fragments!

Burning wreckage rained down from the sky like falling stars.

The small amount of ki Master Roshi had just gathered dissipated in an instant. His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets this time, and his jaw dropped clean to his feet.

You... you just used King Piccolo's corpse... to smash the ship?!

Master Roshi felt like his brain could no longer process the overwhelmingly shocking and absurd scene before him.

Your move here...

It's just... absolutely unmatched!

Because King Piccolo's corpse slammed directly into Piano, the horrific impact instantly crushed the poor creature's bones and snapped his spine, killing him on the spot without even a single scream.

As for Pilaf, Mai, and Shu, they were luckily flung out of the wreckage by the shockwave of the ship's explosion, crashing heavily onto the open ground not far away.

The three of them were covered in dust and grime, their clothes tattered, huddled together trembling in fear, unable even to cry.

Master Roshi, fighting through his physical weakness and mental shock, hurriedly strode over and appeared before these three terrified culprits, his face as dark as the sky before a storm.

The Pilaf Trio saw Master Roshi like they were facing the Grim Reaper himself, immediately clinging tightly to each other, tears and snot streaming down their faces as they kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"It was you three... who released King Piccolo from the sealed rice cooker, wasn't it?" Master Roshi's voice was icy, like a cold wind sweeping through, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Th-this... th-this... I... I'd like to say this was just an accident... a huge misunderstanding... would... would you believe that?" King Pilaf stammered back, his voice choked with tears, his will to live stronger than ever.

"We're sorry! We were wrong! We'll never do it again! Please, have mercy on us!"

Mai and Shu joined in, kowtowing nonstop until their foreheads turned red.

"Where did you find the rice cooker that sealed King Piccolo?" Master Roshi pressed on with a cold face.

He needed to confirm some details.

"Th-that... um... we... we were diving before and accidentally found it... at the bottom of the sea..." Pilaf braced himself and answered haltingly.

"He... he really is King Piccolo?" Master Roshi was still a bit dazed, pointing at the twisted green corpse in the distance, unable to help asking again.

"D-don't know... sh-should be... right?" Pilaf shook his head blankly, then nodded fearfully, completely confused himself.

"Have you seen Goku?"

At that moment, Broly also strolled over and kindly described his features, "He's a kid carrying a staff, wearing orange clothes, not very tall, and a bit simple-minded."

"H-he... h-he..." Mai's speech grew even more stammering at the description of Son Goku, her eyes darting away, unable to meet Broly's or Master Roshi's gaze.

"What happened to him?!" Master Roshi's heart sank, a bad premonition rising, and he pressed urgently.

"I... if I said... he... he was killed by... by King Piccolo... you... you wouldn't fly into a rage and kill us right away, would you?" Pilaf stammered, his voice tearful, almost shouting the words with his eyes shut.

"Wh-what did you say?!" Master Roshi's face instantly turned ashen, his body swaying, and he said in a low voice, "Goku... he still... died?"

Though he had mentally prepared himself, hearing the confirmation with his own ears still sent a heart-wrenching pain through Master Roshi.

"It's alright, old man. Haven't we already gathered all the Dragon Balls?" Broly, seeing the light dim in Master Roshi's eyes, offered a rare word of comfort, his tone calm, "We can just revive him with the Dragon Balls."

"Yo-you're right." Reminded by Broly, Master Roshi suddenly remembered this last hope, nodding slightly, the tight string in his heart loosening a fraction.

But the grief of losing his beloved disciple still weighed heavily.

"What about these three?" Broly turned his gaze to the trembling Pilaf Trio on the ground, his eyes indifferent, as if looking at three ants, and asked casually, "Should we just crush them? To eliminate future trouble?"

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi glanced at Broly in slight surprise, suddenly feeling that this kid usually just ate and slept, looking harmless.

He never expected that when dealing with enemies, his personality would be so... decisive, even ruthless?

Had that fight just now awakened the dormant battle instinct inside him?

"No! Please don't! Spare us! We'll never do it again! We promise to turn over a new leaf and be good people from now on! Please give us a chance!" The Pilaf Trio were truly terrified. Hearing Broly's casual yet murderous words, their will to live exploded once more, their kowtowing and pleas growing even more pitiful and loud.

"Get lost!" Master Roshi, seeing their utterly pathetic and broken state, couldn't bring himself to kill them, and roared angrily, "If I ever hear of you doing anything evil again! I will absolutely not let you off! Do you hear me!"

The three felt like they had received a pardon, as if hearing the most beautiful sound in the world. They scrambled to their feet, rolling and stumbling, ignoring the pain in their bodies, and using the fastest speed of their lives, they supported each other and fled screaming from this place they would never forget.

As for that, Broly didn't bother to chase them down and finish them off.

Broly had no real interest in killing itself; he had only asked casually.

Since the old man decided to let them go, he couldn't be bothered to care anymore.

"Broly... you brat..."

Once the Pilaf Trio had disappeared from sight, Master Roshi slowly turned around and looked Broly up and down, carefully scrutinizing him with an extremely complex gaze, mixed with shock, ecstasy, confusion, and countless question marks.

As if seeing this child he had raised for over a decade for the first time.

"You're something else! Tell me, just when did you become this strong?! This... this is ridiculously strong!" Master Roshi asked.

"I don't know," Broly scratched his thick black hair, a pure and slightly puzzled smile appearing on his face, as if he were pondering the same question, "I just feel like... every day when I wake up, I naturally get a little stronger. Very faint, but it's definitely there."

Master Roshi fell silent, just staring at Broly with an expression that said, "Do you take me for an idiot?"

This kid spends every day either thinking about what to eat and how to eat it, or sleeping like a log.

He hasn't even practiced the most basic horse stance!

And he says he naturally gets a little stronger every day?!

How is that possible?!

Since when does the world have such effortless good fortune!