Son Goten immediately returned to the Lookout, bringing the huge, round spaceship with him, of course.
He also had the things he'd found inside it.
When he got back, Son Goten sat down right outside the Lookout's entrance. Kami came out again, still taking his time. Watching him, Son Goten grew impatient.
"Lord Kami, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You should tell me about your encounter with the aliens. No wonder Karik II was so obsessed with that place. You fought there once and defeated a powerful opponent, didn't you?"
"You seem to know everything about me."
With that old voice and ugly face, Kami really did look like a demon. Yet he was the kind-hearted side of King Piccolo. Life was strange.
"Enough. You don't need to tell me anything else. Just tell me what you know. I want to find out where that guy went, too. I'm deeply troubled by these underlings of Frieza's."
"Frieza!? I don't know where you heard that name, but it seems to have nothing to do with me. I landed on Earth a long time ago and survived countless hardships. After that, I became determined to be a Martial Artist."
"According to the stories people tell, I was brought here because the legendary Master Korin was said to live here—and there were even tales of a Kami."
"When I first began climbing, I went through all kinds of unimaginable suffering. But in the end, I made it. Still, Korin didn't let me go up at first. Perhaps he saw the evil in my heart from the start and made me train in the forest below. Then, one day, a terrifying creature landed here."
As Kami described it, the battle had been horrifying. A terrifying creature had landed on Earth,