The sea breeze carries the salty and wet smell, gently lapping at the pink exterior wall of Kame House.
The originally calm molecular structure in the air suddenly experienced a strange distortion.
Without any warning or any sound and light effects, Krillin appeared on the beach out of thin air, holding Trunks in one hand.
"Is this Instant Transmission? It's much faster than flying, but I'm a little dizzy."
Trunks shook his head, his purple hair was very dazzling in the sun.
He was wearing a small jacket with the word "BMAN" printed on it, which was a bad idea from Bulma, and a pair of loose training pants.
"Once you learn how to sense Qi, this trick will be just a matter of thought."
Krillin rearranged his collar casually.
He was dressed casually today, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. He didn't look like a martial artist at all, but more like a tourist on vacation.
"Yo! Krillin! You're here too!"
A familiar call came from the sky.
A golden Flying Nimbus dragged its long tail and swooped down from the clouds.
Goku's ever-changing smiling face appeared in his field of vision, and in his arms sat a little guy wearing a red hat and a Western Star bead on his head.
"Goku, long time no see."
Krillin smiled and said hello, but his eyes glanced at Kid Gohan who huddled himself into a ball.
Flying Nimbus stopped suddenly on the beach, and the inertia made Gohan on top almost fly out. Fortunately, Goku grabbed his son's tail.
"Gohan is here too? Still quite... quiet."
Krillin stepped forward, while Trunks put his hands in his pockets and stood next to his father with a cool look on his face. He still looked at Gohan with that cool expression.
"Yes, Chi-Chi is very strict and makes him study all day long."
Although Krillin occasionally brought Gohan out this year, the opportunities were few and far between. Chi-Chi was worried about this. Thinking of this, Krillin couldn't help but shake his head.
Goku scratched the back of his head and put Gohan on the ground.
"Gohan, please call Uncle Krillin."
Gohan timidly hid behind Goku's legs, with only one eye exposed, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito.
"G...Krillin Uncle, hello."
"Tch, you're still so timid."
Trunks whispered, not loudly, but just enough for Gohan to hear. Gohan shrank even more.
"Haha, this kid is afraid of life."
Master Roshi walked out of the house on crutches, with his iconic pair of sunglasses on his nose, and his floral shirt open, revealing his rib-like chest.
"Krillin, you have become more and more powerful in recent years. Even I can't feel your anger anymore."
"That's so we don't scare everyone."
Krillin shrugged, his gaze swept over Master Roshi's head, and the newly upgraded AR Data Vision automatically turned on.
[Name: Master Roshi(Master Roshi)]
[Battle Power:139]
[Status: Still lustful (staring at Sea Turtle and thinking about whether I can make soup)]
"By the way, where is Bulma? Didn't you come together?" Goku looked to the west.
"She is doing research at home and said she is going to develop some auxiliary medicine for Trunks, but I don't understand it either."
Krillin was talking nonsense, but in fact Bulma was studying how to dismantle and analyze the upcoming spherical spaceship.
While everyone was chatting happily, Krillin's [Multiple Thought] separated a ray and locked onto a wilderness thousands of kilometers away.
There, an evil and violent energy is moving at high speed.
A desolate rocky plateau with howling winds.
Piccolo is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, his white cloak rustling in the wind.
He closed his eyes tightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and was practicing meditation.
After losing to that bald man five years ago... no, after losing to Krillin, that sense of shame was like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart day and night.
"Damn it... no matter how much I practice, the bottomless feeling of disparity still lingers."
Piccolo opened his eyes suddenly and smashed the rock beneath him with one punch.
At this moment, his keen hearing caught something strange.
It's not the sound of the wind, nor the roar of Beast.
It's a cold, murderous aura, approaching at an incredible speed.
"Who?!"
Piccolo turned around suddenly and assumed a fighting stance.
In the sky, a figure slowly descended.
It was a man with exaggerated long black hair and wearing strange brown and black armor.
The fluffy brown tail was coiled around the waist like a living creature, and the green lens on the left eye flashed with a strange data stream.
Raditz landed on the ground, his boots crushing the gravel on the ground.
"Oh? There is actually a nice guy Battle Power here."
Raditz pressed Scouter, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of contempt.
"Battle Power 322... is it considered an elite monster on this garbage planet?"
Piccolo's pupils suddenly shrank.
Who is this guy?
This sense of oppression... Jianshou is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus walking upright.
Moreover, that look was completely like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Who are you? Do you want to die?"
Although Piccolo was frightened, his dignity as Demon King prevented him from shrinking back.
"It doesn't matter who I am."
Raditz crossed his arms and didn't even look at Piccolo.
"The important thing is, why do you, Namekian, appear on such a low-level planet? Are you also fleeing here?"