The Dragon Balls' Negative Energy

Kami's Lookout.

This hemispherical structure floating above the clouds was bathed year-round in a sacred, faint glow.

At the edge of the plaza, exotic flowers and plants growing in the flowerbeds were in full bloom.

Mr. Popo held a wooden watering can as he slowly watered a blue morning glory still beaded with dew.

This dark-skinned attendant, dressed in white balloon pants and a turban, had served an unknown number of generations of Kami at Kami's Lookout.

His round face always wore that serene smile of someone who had seen through all worldly matters.

"Splash..."

Water poured evenly from the spout onto the soil.

Mr. Popo looked up just as a flash of light appeared in the center of the plaza.

Krillin, Piccolo, Dende, and the elderly Neba in his dark purple cloak appeared on the stone tiles.

"Lord Kami, you're back."

Mr. Popo set down the watering can and habitually folded his hands before his abdomen, preparing to step forward and greet them.

But when his gaze passed Dende and fell upon the tall figure clad in a pure white hooded robe, holding a staff topped with an azure gemstone—

Mr. Popo's eyes, which were always narrowed into slits, opened wide for the first time.

He stopped walking. The tranquil smile vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of utter shock and even dazed disbelief.

"Salama..."

Mr. Popo blurted out.

The two words were extremely soft, like the unconscious murmur of someone sleepwalking.

Yet in the quiet plaza of Kami's Lookout, everyone heard them clearly.

Piccolo stopped, the fingers gripping his staff twitching slightly.

Beneath his hood, his brows furrowed.

"Popo, who are you calling?"

Piccolo looked at the attendant who had accompanied him for so long, utterly baffled.

He was certain that he had only just completed