The sky of New Namek shows a large area of emerald green.
Three Suns hangs in different directions, with staggered brilliance spreading to the earth.
The wind blew across the endless grassland, rolling up layers of green waves.
The wide river meanders forward.
The villages in the distance were filled with smoke and seemed quiet and peaceful.
Piccolo is suspended cross-legged on the top of the highest peak.
He crossed his arms on his chest, and his white cloak rustled in the wind.
Golden Divine Mark on the forehead flashes an orange light with breathing.
This invisible light makes the surrounding birds dare not approach it at will.
Half an hour ago, Krillin sent a message via telepathy.
The content is very simple. Take people to Namek and borrow Porunga.
Piccolo didn't ask any more questions.
He understands the way Krillin behaves.
So I arrived early and greeted Grand Elder Mori.
Mori's response was crisp and clear.
"Master Krillin is coming?"
The old Namekian was so excited that he almost stood up from his chair.
"Whatever he needs, we will do our best to help him."
This is the attitude of the tribe towards Krillin.
In the shadow of Frieza, it was Krillin, Goku and Piccolo who pulled them back from the brink of annihilation.
This kindness is engraved in the blood of every Namekian. What's more, Piccolo itself is the best guarantee.
Seven Dragon Balls have been collected from various villages.
Neatly arranged on the lawn in front.
The orange sphere exudes a warm luster under the sunlight.
Everything is ready.
Piccolo opened his eyes, and Dragon God's perception captured the vibration across space.
Circles of ripples appeared in mid-air and spread rapidly outward.
As the light flickered, seven figures stepped onto this green grassland out of thin air.
Standing at the front is the highly recognizable shiny bald head.
"Piccolo, you arrived very early."
Krillin raised his head towards the mountain peak and raised his hand.
Piccolo did not say a word and slowly descended from mid-air.
The white cloak stirred up a breeze when it landed. His eyes swept over the people behind Krillin.
Goku. Vegeta. Gohan. Bardock.
His eyes finally stopped on the surprisingly tall young man Saiyan.
"This is Broly?" Piccolo said.
"Yes, Legendary Super Saiyan." Krillin nodded to confirm.
Piccolo's eyes stayed on Broly for a few seconds longer.
Dragon God Perception explores the deeper essence of life.
He could detect the pulse of ancient power hidden in Broly's body.
Primitive and rough, like a dormant beast.
"Interesting."
Piccolo commented in a low voice and said no more.
Broly stood on the grass, looking at a loss.
This is the first time for him to see Namekian in his life.
It has green skin, pointed ears, and antennae on its head.
This is completely different from the bugs and giant beasts on Planet Vampa.
He subconsciously moved behind Goku, with only half of his head exposed, and secretly looked around.
The wind blew across his face, bringing with it the fragrance of water vapor and earth, making him feel a sense of novelty.
"Don't be afraid."
Goku turned around and smiled, reaching out and patting Broly's strong arm.
"Piccolo Although he looks cold, he is actually a very kind person."
"Who is so cold?" Piccolo's voice floated along the wind.
Goku scratched his head.
Gohan walked forward and greeted Piccolo respectfully.
"Uncle Piccolo."
Piccolo looked at the fresh scratches on Gohan's face and the torn gaps in his clothes, and his eyes froze.
"Fighting that legend Saiyan?"
Gohan smiled, rubbed the back of his head and replied, "It's a mutual communication."
Piccolo No more questions.
Vegeta on the side snorted coldly and turned his head to look at those Dragon Balls, showing no interest in this heartwarming family recognition scene.
Bardock looked at the green-skinned aliens around him with careful eyes, secretly sighing at the vastness of the universe.
There was a noise from the distant village.
Grand Elder Mori came quickly with a dozen elders and warriors.
The old man walked steadily.
When he saw the reflective bald head from a distance, a sincere smile appeared on his old face.
"Krillin-sama!"
Mori walked up to the crowd and bowed solemnly.
The Namek people behind him all followed suit and saluted.
"Grand Elder, long time no see."
Krillin quickly stepped forward, held Mori's arm, and stopped the old man's movements.
"Are you feeling well?"
"My old bones can still hold on." Mori straightened up with a smile.
His eyes swept across the group of people. When he saw Goku, his smile deepened.
"Goku is here too. The clan members have been talking about you."
Goku scratched his head and giggled twice. "Grand Elder, the grass here is much greener than last time!"
"Frieza can't destroy this place." Mori said calmly.
But everyone present could hear the weight of this sentence.
Mori's eyes then fell on Bardock's face, and he was immediately stunned.
"This one looks exactly like Goku."
"This is my father." Goku spoke first.
Mori opened his mouth.
Finally, I swallowed my doubts.
While the atmosphere was getting warm, Piccolo moved.
He stepped forward to the front of the crowd, took off his white hood, and the Golden Divine Mark on his forehead was completely exposed to the light.
The orange light pulses slowly with the heartbeat, spreading outward in circles, and the vast and solemn invisible aura is naturally released.
This kind of breath is neither offensive nor oppressive, but directly touches the depths of the soul of all Namekian.
Mori was the first to react.
His body froze, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide.
"The breath of Dragon God..."
The surrounding elders also sensed this source power.
Their knees bent involuntarily and they slowly knelt down on the grass.
Dragon God is the source of all power of the Namek family.
Life, Dragon Balls, and blood ties all originated from that legendary existence.
The aura exuding from Piccolo is exactly the same as the ancient records.
Looking at the clan members kneeling on the ground, Piccolo seemed quite uncomfortable.
"Everyone get up."
His voice was harsh, yet calm.
"I am not Dragon God. I just inherited a part of Laws and power. There is no point in kneeling to me."
Mori raised his head, his eyes red.
"Master Piccolo, you are too humble."
"I have never been humble, what I said is the truth."
Piccolo Look away and look elsewhere,
"Stand up, don't kneel down and talk, my neck is sore."
Krillin was holding back a smile beside him.
Goku leaned close to Gohan's ear and whispered in a low voice, "Piccolo always has a straight face, why does he act like this when someone worships him?"
Gohan responded softly.
"Uncle Piccolo has always been like this. He says he doesn't care, but he will silently remember everyone who respects him."
Piccolo's ears moved.
Namekian's hearing was sharp. He didn't look back, but the tips of his ears were stained with a dark color.
Mori stood up with the help of two elders.
He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and resumed his Grand Elder posture.
"Dragon Balls is ready."
He raised his hand and pointed to the seven orange spheres on the lawn in the distance.
The news has already spread rapidly among the villages.
Not long after, the grassland was gradually surrounded by Namekian.
Old people, young people, and children came from all directions just to take a look at their former benefactor.
Broly was shocked by the sight in front of him.
This is the first time since he was born that he has seen so many lives in one place.
Planet Vampa only has sand and Beast.
And here there are grasslands, rivers, people, and even the aroma of food wafting in the wind.
"Is this another planet?"
Broly The emerald green sky is reflected in the eyes.
Goku patted his shoulder.
"When you get to Earth, you will see more interesting things. But Namek is also great. The water here is very sweet."
Krillin walked to Dragon Balls and turned to Mori to confirm.
"Dragon Balls can be summoned at any time?"
"Any time." Mori nodded.
Krillin faces everyone and has a calm voice.
"Then let's get started."