Because the evil alien Saiyans' spaceship, which should have arrived on Earth safely yesterday, had crashed for some reason, killing its passengers in space and preventing them from continuing their invasion, the strongest people on Earth—the ones who had received special training from Kami—gathered once again today at Master Roshi's house. They were ready to discuss the serious problem of the even stronger enemies they would soon have to face.
"Because Arale made that wish without thinking, those two Saiyans definitely aren't coming."
"But..."
Master Roshi was slowly recounting what Sun Wukong and King Kai had told him...
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When they heard that their enemies would keep coming to Earth one after another, as if they'd never give up, and that these enemies were more than they could handle, the mood in Master Roshi's house quickly grew heavy.
When they thought about it carefully, the situation really was enough to make anyone feel despair...
But since it had already happened, there was no way around it. So Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yajirobe—the five martial artists who had trained for half a year at Kami's Lookout and then spent another half-year training on their own elsewhere—along with Piccolo and Son Gohan, who had been captured by him for a year and now looked sharp-eyed and sturdy, nothing like an ordinary five-year-old boy, began racking their brains for solutions. From time to time, they exchanged silent glances.
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"Everyone! You understand the situation now, right? That's roughly where things stand. What happens to Earth next is still up to you."
"We don't have much time. Ten days at most..."
"No, if we count today, we've got less than nine days left..."
After looking intently around the room and laying out everything he knew, Master Roshi slowly fell silent. He patiently