In the square of Kami's Lookout.
Mr. Popo is carrying a kettle to water the flowers and plants.
Water droplets rolled down the emerald green leaves and hit the soil.
Krillin was lying on that fancy folding recliner, having drank more than half of the can of ice-cold Coke in his hand.
Because his senses are fully activated, every battle that takes place on the earth is broadcast live in his mind in real time.
Chiaotzu has already called it a day and rushed back. As for Yamcha...
Krillin raised his hand and rubbed his temples with his knuckles.
"Shua..."
A white air wave exploded at the edge of Kami's Lookout Square, and two figures fell from the sky and landed steadily on the stone slab.
The eyes of everyone in the audience were directed towards him.
Yamcha is shirtless and proud of himself.
The Battle Suit trousers on his lower body can no longer be called trousers. At best, they are just a few rag strips barely hanging on the hip bones, and they are all held up by a waistband that can break at any time.
This picture is impossible to watch.
This is not even the most eye-catching thing.
The most eye-catching thing is that he is holding someone with his right hand.
a woman.
She has dark purple hair that reaches her waist and is wearing a green skirt.
The skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, revealing her slender legs.
The problem is that this woman's skin is pure ice blue, and there is a shining Six-Star Dragon Ball embedded in the center of her forehead.
Mr. Popo The kettle in his hand was crooked, and all the water poured on his black cloth shoes.
Little Kami Dende opened his mouth wide, and subconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands. He looked at Yamcha and then at the blue-skinned woman. He couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.
Piccolo originally stood on the edge of the square meditating with his eyes closed, but at this time he also opened his eyes that contained the majesty of Dragon God.
The golden vertical eye line between his eyebrows jumped twice, a cold snort came from under the wide white cloak, and he turned his head, as if he couldn't see but keep in mind.
"Hi! Everyone is here!" Yamcha didn't feel at all how outrageous his appearance was, and even had his left hand free and waved at Krillin.
Krillin put down the Coke can and sat upright from the recliner.
He looked around Yamcha up and down, and then moved his gaze to Six-Star Dragon named Fei'er next to him.
Six-Star Dragon's reaction at this moment is quite interesting.
Evil Dragon, who was born from Negative Energy, was actually hiding behind Yamcha, staring at Krillin fearfully.
She felt it most clearly.
The bald man lying on the chair could wipe out all the Negative Energy in her body with just one look.
"Krillin, let's discuss something." Yamcha took Six-Star Dragon's hand and shamelessly approached the recliner, rubbed his hands, and had a flattering smile on his face.
Krillin leaned back on the chair and pointed at his torn trousers that were fluttering in the wind.
"Go and change your pants first before you talk to me, it's so annoying."
"Hey, don't worry about this yet."
Yamcha was not ashamed to say so, and stretched out his hand to pull Six-Star Dragon forward.
"Let me introduce, this is Fei'er. That is Six-Star Dragon."
Six-Star Dragon was dragged forward, with two suspicious blushes appearing on her blue cheeks. She bit her lower lip and did not dare to look at Krillin. She could only lower her head and look at the floor tiles of Kami's Lookout.
"I'm not blind, I can see the bead on her forehead."
Krillin sighed, his tone full of hatred that iron cannot become steel.
"I asked you to hunt Evil Dragon and bring back the purified Dragon Balls. You'd better abduct Six-Star Dragon and bring it back to me."
"Why, the wilderness thief changed his profession and became a human trafficker?"
Yamcha became anxious and gestured with his hands in front of him.
"Don't! I really can't do it! Didn't you see the way she was eating the cake just now? How could she have the slightest bit of Evil Dragon's temper?"
"She is also a pitiful person, no, pitiful dragon."
"It's not like you don't know the cause and effect of her birth. Oolong What nonsense wish did that pig make? A pair of girl's underwear!"
"How bad can Negative Energy, who was born out of this desire, be? At most, he's just a bit hot-tempered and a bit arrogant."
Yamcha became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. He turned back and glanced at Six-Star Dragon, his eyes drawn.
"Besides, look at this figure and this face. It would be a shame to kill Dragon Balls directly!"
Krillin stared at Six-Star Dragon's pure blue face, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Yamcha, with this blue skin, don't you feel scared when you look at it at night?"
"If you get tired of staying on Earth, I'll send you to Pandora. There are all the styles you like."
"Pandora? What Pandora? What galaxy is that?"
Yamcha's face was full of question marks, and he didn't understand the movie reference in Krillin's words.
He straightened his chest and retorted confidently, "What I want is this exotic style, do you understand... it just looks good anyway!"
Six-Star Dragon was listening to the two bickering, and his original fear of Krillin was dissipated by Yamcha's shameless confession.
She secretly raised her eyes to look at Yamcha's back, her fingers unconsciously picking at the corners of her skirt.
Piccolo finally couldn't listen anymore and walked over with heavy steps.
The coercion of the ten-dimensional Dragon God was released inadvertently, making Six-Star Dragon's breathing stagnant.
"The boring mammalian urge to reproduce."
Piccolo gave the evaluation without mercy, and his voice was so cold that it dropped to pieces.
"She is the embodied product of Dragon Balls Negative Energy. As long as the Six-Star Dragon Ball is still in her body, it is impossible for her to get rid of the origin of evil."
"When you bring her back, you bring an energy source that can explode at any time."
Yamcha quickly turned around and blocked Six-Star Dragon with his body, blocking Piccolo's pressure.
"That's why I brought her back to you!"
Yamcha looked at Piccolo, then at Krillin.
"Krillin, when you were in the Demon Realm, you could even extract the pure Evil Origin from Fat Buu's body. Fei'er, this kind of situation is not a piece of cake for you?"
Krillin said nothing, just looked at Yamcha quietly.
Yamcha was shocked and his tone softened.
"Brother, let me beg you once. This girl is really not bad in nature. As long as those Negative Energy are taken away, she will be an ordinary..."
"Stop!"
Krillin interrupted him and sat up straight.
"Do you know what it means to separate Negative Energy from her Life Origin?"
Yamcha was stunned. "What does it mean?"
"It means that if there is a mistake, either Dragon Balls will be shattered and we will never be able to get together Dragon Balls; or her soul will be eaten back by Negative Energy, and not even the scum will be left."
Six-Star Dragon Hearing these words, his body trembled suddenly, and a trace of despair flashed in his blue eyes.
She actually knew her fate a long time ago. From the moment she was born, she was a tragic defective product.
Yamcha felt Fei'er's trembling behind him. He held her cold palm with his backhand and held it tightly.
"Not afraid."
Yamcha turned his head and looked into Krillin's eyes. His usual playful smile completely disappeared.
"I believe in you. If you can't do it, then no one in the world can."
"If there is an accident, I will bear the responsibility with her."
Krillin looked at Yamcha.
This robber who once only knew robbery in the desert, this man who always retreated for various reasons, but could stand up at critical moments.
Now that Eternal Energy Reactor has been implanted, his strength has entered the realm of Super Saiyan 2, and his courage has also grown a lot.
Krillin suddenly laughed out loud.
"Okay, okay, put away your life-or-death face. Make it look like I'm a villain trying to break up the miserable couple."
Krillin stood up, stretched his muscles, thought for a moment, and spoke.
"There is a way."
Krillin looked at Six-Star Dragon and came to a conclusion.
"However, I am only responsible for protecting her soul from Life Origin. As for cutting off the connection between Dragon Balls and her body, we have to rely on professionals."
Yamcha was overjoyed. "Who? Who is the professional?"
Krillin raised his chin slightly and pointed at Piccolo next to him who had always had a cold face.
"Here stands a ready-made Dragon God. Do you think he is just a decoration?"
Piccolo snorted coldly.
Although he said that mammals are boring, as the former Kami and the current Dragon God, he actually cares about the safety of the earth and Dragon Balls more than anyone else.
Yamcha quickly turned to look at Piccolo, put his hands together and bowed.
"Master Piccolo! Master Dragon God! You must help! When this is done, I will treat you to the best restaurant West City for ten feasts!"
Piccolo didn't even raise his eyelids. "Namekian only drinks water."
"Then please drink the most expensive water in the world! Enough Evian mineral water pipes!"
Piccolo was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot. He raised Staff and pointed the tip of the stick directly at Six-Star Dragon's forehead.
"Be prepared. The peeling process will be very painful. If you can't hold on and your soul is scattered, no one can save you."
Six-Star Dragon took a deep breath, determination flashed in his blue eyes.
She looked at Yamcha beside her, and the man gave her a calm look.
"Come on." Six-Star Dragon said softly.