Drawing a Pie for Vegeta

Piccolo's answer was direct and to the point.

Clean and crisp.

If it meant getting stronger, he wouldn't flinch even if it meant a trip to Hell.

Krillin nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. That's more like the Demon King who wanted to rule Earth back then."

"First, go get some spare clothes from Mr. Popo, then we'll go pick up Goku and the others."

"Since we're going to the Demon Realm anyway, let's have them tag along for some fun."

"Besides, I have a few other ideas, hehehe."

Crossing space once more, the group, along with Piccolo, landed back in the luxurious courtyard of Capsule Corporation.

Krillin entered the main building and immediately activated the villa's internal broadcast system.

"Yo, yo, yo, everyone with a pulse who's looking for a fight, gather in the main living room in five minutes. No latecomers."

With that announcement blaring, the entire building erupted into chaos.

The first to burst out was, without a doubt, Goku.

The martial arts fanatic had been devouring noodles in the lounge next to the Gravity Room. The moment he heard the word "fight," he teleported to the living room, still smelling of noodle soup.

"Krillin! Did another strong guy show up?"

Goku was so excited that the cowlick on his head stood on end, his eyes brimming with unconcealable fervor.

"Where? Where? You can't hog all the spotlight this time, I'm Super Saiyan 4 now, itching for a fight!"

Following closely behind, Gohan, having changed out of his scholar's robes and into his Martial Arts Uniform, also hurried over.

Though he had a scholarly inclination deep down, his Saiyan genes and the responsibility he felt to protect his family meant he never shied away from a fight.

Chi-Chi chased after him, nagging him while wielding a Frying Pan.