Kami, I'm Back!

"Piccolo, your fighting power has surpassed mine. Are you planning to go back to Earth?" Outside the building where the Grand Elder lived, Nail stopped Piccolo.

Piccolo's usually indifferent face revealed a hint of excitement as he declared, "Of course, I'm sure I can defeat Goku this time."

"The other party is a Saiyan, not someone to be trifled with."

Nail shook his head; he had become quite familiar with Piccolo's situation over the past few years.

Although this race was born from the Demon Clan, the Namekian Bloodline within them is quite pure. During their four years on Planet Namek, their Demon Clan aura gradually faded, and now, apart from their icy chill, Namekian.

Piccolo is an extremely rare Warrior-type Namekian, whose combat talent is exceptional Central City among Namekian. What's truly remarkable is Piccolo's unwavering pursuit of power, Nail has witnessed firsthand as he has steadily improved over the years.

In just four years, his strength has surpassed his own.

There is a great chance that he will become a Super Namekian in the future.

Deep down, Nail didn't want Piccolo to provoke the Saiyan, because only he knew what a terrifying race Saiyan were. For example, the two Saiyan who entered Planet Namek ten years ago had a fighting power of several million, which was not something an ordinary warrior could defeat.

After hearing Nail's words, Piccolo frowned, unconvinced.

"I always hear you say that Saiyan are terrifying, but I guess their strength is just so-so. You should know that my current power has surpassed yours. What you think is terrifying may not be that powerful in my eyes."

"Maybe so, but I still hope you can be careful."

Nail shrugged. They had similar personalities; both were extremely arrogant and wouldn't listen no matter how many times they were told.

"Don't worry, I'm not the same person I was when I first Planet Namek. With my current power, I'm confident no one can defeat me again, not even Saiyan." Piccolo said proudly. "On the contrary, Nail, I think you should go to other planets. Once you're out there, you'll know that the outside world is far more exciting than you imagine."

"My responsibility is to protect the Grand Elder; I will not leave."

"..."

Piccolo glanced at Nail for a moment, then said indifferently, "Fine, think what you want. I'm going to say goodbye to the Grand Elder now, and then I'll leave Planet Namek. Thank you for your sparring all these years."

"This is the Grand Elder's order; you don't need to be grateful."

Nail said calmly, without any expression on his face.

Piccolo nodded and walked right past him. As they passed each other, Piccolo could hear Nail sigh. He didn't know if it was because Piccolo was leaving or because Nail hadn't listened to his advice, but Piccolo didn't care. He strode through the door and headed towards the second floor where the Grand Elder was resting.

After leaving the Grand Elder's residence, Piccolo took to the air, transforming into a streak of light that streaked across the sky, heading towards the spot where the spaceship had landed.

They passed through isolated villages along the way, and traces of Namekian life could be seen in the fields. Piccolo glanced at the older members of his tribe leading three or four young Namekian to water the plants with buckets, then turned his gaze forward.

With a whoosh, it quickly disappeared into the horizon.

There is a small vegetable garden where the spaceship is docked.

The sharp- Sharp-Beaked Demon, who was originally a strategist for King Piccolo, was diligently cultivating the land with a hoe.

He is Demon Clan created by King Piccolo using his power. He looks like a dragon, with a pointed mouth like a pterosaur. In recent years, he has been influenced by the peaceful atmosphere of Planet Namek, and the demonic energy in his body has gradually decreased. He is transforming into a dragon-like creature.

Because he didn't have much strength, he was out of breath after working for only a short while.

"Huff..." The Sharp-Beaked Demon leaned on his hoe.

Swish!

Piccolo landed beside the Sharp-Beaked Demon. The Sharp-Beaked Demon's eyes lit up, and it dropped its hoe and ran over, "Master!"

"Tambourine, get ready, we're going back to Earth."

Tambourine was stunned, then exclaimed excitedly, "We're going back to Earth?"

"Yes!"

Piccolo answered indifferently, then walked straight toward the spaceship.

Overjoyed, Tambourine forgot all about cultivating the land and harvested a batch of vegetables from the garden before boarding the Beetle Spaceship. He then piloted the spaceship into the air and took off. With a whoosh, a burst of white light appeared as the Beetle Spaceship burst through Planet Namek's atmosphere.

Heading towards Earth.

The emerald green Planet Namek receded into the distance, gradually becoming blurry, until eventually even the three stars of the Planet Namek system disappeared into the dark cosmic sky.

Tambourine piloted the spaceship; they should be able to return to Earth in about a month.

Piccolo stood by the glass dome of the spaceship, watching Planet Namek into the distance.

"Pay attention to the flight path; I need to use this time to further enhance my training."

Piccolo never dared to slack off in his training. In order to defeat Goku, he could train day and night. Unbeknownst to him, his ambition to rule the world had gradually transformed into a pursuit of Goku. The demonic nature of the Demon Clan race was gradually fading, leaving behind a true warrior who sought victory.

Time flies.

More than a month has passed.

Piccolo's Beetle Spaceship has entered the Solar System.

On this day, the warrior who was still training on Earth suddenly raised his head and felt an astonishing aura approaching Earth. Because it was coming with overwhelming force, Piccolo did not hide his aura at all.

In a mountain village, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu were doing their daily training when suddenly, they both raised their heads, their expressions turning serious.

"Chiaotzu, a powerful aura is approaching Earth." Tien Shinhan, with his excellent eyesight, spotted the spaceship more than 10,000 kilometers away at a glance.

Chiaotzu nodded, her face pale. "It's Piccolo's aura. He's actually back."

Tien Shinhan's face was extremely grim. In recent years, their strength had increased several times compared to the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, but it was still only slightly over 10,000 power level. However, judging from the overwhelming aura they sensed, Piccolo's energy level was likely over 500,000!

Piccolo disappeared for four years and returned incredibly powerful, while Goku and the others were not on Earth at that time.

With just the strength of myself and the Chiaotzu, there's no way we can stop them!

There's nothing we can do now, no matter how much of a headache it is; we can only face it head-on.

"Chiaotzu, let's go straight to the Kami's Lookout. Piccolo came prepared this time, he definitely wants revenge on Goku. If he can't find Goku, he'll definitely go to the Kami's Lookout."

"Mmm." Chiaotzu nodded vigorously, and together with Tien Shinhan, they soared into the air and flew towards the Kami's Lookout.

Kami's Lookout.

Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, and the others arrived at the Kami's Lookout first.

"Kami, I'm back. Will you tell me yourself, or will I force you to reveal Goku's whereabouts?" Piccolo exuded a sinister aura, his cold face devoid of any expression, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

He traveled a long and arduous journey across the stars from Planet Namek back to Earth, even adjusting himself to his peak condition, all for the sake of a world-shaking battle with Goku. However, when he arrived on Earth full of anticipation, he found that there was no trace of Goku at all. This sudden interruption was extremely disheartening.

Therefore, he High God and found the Old Kami.