Everyone nodded.
"Yes, this is a great idea!"
"But it's a pity that this year's Dragon Ball should be used up, and it will take a year before we can get another Dragon Ball."
Son Goku immediately said, "I remembered, I still have a spaceship at home!"
Everyone looked at Goku.
Goku continued, "Really, it's just placed in the cave, just like Son Mirai's."
Bulma looked at Goku, nodded immediately and said, "If there are more, that's no problem. Gravity Chamber can be made in a month."
"Oh yeah, that's great!"
"Bulma is such a good person!"
Everyone became happy, as if a month later they would become as strong as Son Goku and Son Mirai.
The TV is still playing the scene of Son Mirai cleaning up King Piccolo.
The host also saw that our side had a huge advantage and deliberately moved the camera closer.
Witnessed his own heir being instantly killed by Son Mirai, King Piccolo was frightened.
His hand was caught and he couldn't break free, so he suddenly opened his mouth and fired a cannon at Son Mirai.
However, Son Mirai tilted his head slightly and avoided his remarks.
"Sneak attacks are fun?"
Being able to hold him so easily, King Piccolo felt something was wrong and pulled hard in fear.
His green arm was torn off, and then he covered the broken arm with his left hand and distanced himself from Son Mirai.
The audience in front of the TV was shocked again.
"That's awesome!"
"That young man actually forced King Piccolo to the point where he broke his arm!"
"Yes, King Piccolo is like a child in front of him, with no power to fight back!"
"Come on, kill him quickly!"
Son Mirai was not surprised when he saw him trying to survive with a broken arm, and just lost the arm.
He continued, "Piccolo, I advise you not to resist or try to escape, it's useless."
King Piccolo covered his broken arm and asked in horror the doubts in his heart.
"What kind of monster are you?
I've obviously regained my youth, how can you be stronger than me at my peak?"
Son Mirai asked, "What, do you think you are strong?
There is no comparison between you and me, okay!!"
Feeling powerless, Piccolo recalled the scene of his dominance three hundred years ago,
He immediately said, "Three hundred years ago, I, King Piccolo, had never seen an opponent, and no one was stronger than me.
If that old man hadn't used Evil Containment Wave, I would have ruled the world by now!
There should not be people like you in this world..."
Son Mirai smiled and said, "As you said, three hundred years have passed.
Times have changed a long time ago, and your strength should be outdated.
And, let me tell you one thing, in the future there will be strong people everywhere on earth.
They torture you now, just like crushing ants to death."
King Piccolo said angrily, "Asshole, I am King Piccolo, I am not willing to accept it..."
As he spoke, King Piccolo's body glowed with golden light, and his aura suddenly surged.
Son Mirai can interrupt him, but there is no need.
Just look at him quietly and let him work hard to improve his strength.
After a while, King Piccolo's muscles all over his body bulged, his veins were as obvious as earthworms, and his aura was 30% stronger than before.
King Piccolo smiled evilly and said, "Although this will consume my life.
But in order to defeat you, I have used all my strength, please die!"
After saying that, King Piccolo waved his hand, and a strong wind blew towards Son Mirai.
Son Mirai's face remained calm, ignoring the strong wind, and stepped towards him.
King Piccolo seemed to have seen something terrible, and his heart beat with the footsteps of Son Mirai.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"How could it be... useless at all?"
Son Mirai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "It seems that you still don't understand the difference between you and me.
Let's use an analogy like this. If you and I convert our strength into data,
Your combat power is only more than 200, and my combat power value..."
Son Mirai opened his fingers towards King Piccolo and continued, "My combat power value is at least 50,000 or more!"
"What?"
"No, it's impossible!"
"You're bluffing me!!!"
King Piccolo once again fired Special Beam Cannon at Son Mirai.
Son Mirai flipped his wrist, slapped Piccolo's energy away, and walked towards Piccolo again.
"Just think I'm bluffing you. Anyway, you know that killing you is no different than squeezing an ant to death!"
Piccolo was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.
"No, it's impossible, how could it be..."
Most Namekian are born simple and kind, except for this King Piccolo who is composed of pure evil thoughts.
In other words, if there were no memory of King Piccolo, Piccolo Jr. should have been a good person and a good parent with children.
Son Mirai levitated higher than Piccolo, looked down at him, and said, "Speaking of which, your race is very rare. It would be a pity if it became extinct."
Hearing what Son Mirai said, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in King Piccolo's eyes.
Hey, there is a turning point, don't you plan to kill him?
He had an idea and thought of Pilaf's group of people who had licked him before, and he knelt down to Son Mirai with a "plop".
"I am willing to be your subordinate, please spare me!!!"
Son Mirai was stunned for a moment, King Piccolo was so rebellious, how could he be subdued?
Has this guy also learned human tolerance...
Son Mirai immediately said, "Okay, King Piccolo, stop acting in front of me,
You've killed so many people, I can't possibly spare you!"
King Piccolo raised his head in surprise.
"Then what do you mean by what you just said?"
Son Mirai said, "I will definitely kill you.
However, you can lay an egg before you die and leave your offspring alive..."
King Piccolo looked at Son Mirai in confusion.
What does it mean?
Piccolo questioned, "Aren't you afraid that my children will avenge me in the future?"
Son Mirai looked disdainful and sneered, "Humph, you are seeking revenge from me, and you don't even look at how big the gap is between you and me?
Let's put it this way, if I can be killed by your descendants in the future, I will accept my fate!"
King Piccolo couldn't help but rejoice. "Sure enough, masters think differently from ordinary people..."
On second thought, it seems that other human beings are like this too,
The task that parents cannot complete in their lifetime is usually to give birth to a baby and leave this task to the next generation.
He King Piccolo was forced to follow the local customs.
King Piccolo knew he couldn't survive, so he thought, "He won't let me go anyway."
Then, I will leave the essence of my whole body to my children,
In the future, if he practices hard, he will definitely grow to the point where he can kill the guy in front of him...
Son, you must avenge your father!"
The next moment, King Piccolo suddenly arched his body and concentrated all his strength.
After a moment, a muffled sound like blood and flesh being peeled erupted from his throat.
"Pfft--"
A bright green giant egg covered in mucus spurted out of his mouth.
The egg body turned into an arc of light and shot towards the sky, landing somewhere where the eyes could not see.