Piccolo's Killing Intent

Jiang Ling looked at the buff displayed by the system, and his mood was good.

This 'Buff' he obtained was too beneficial!

He was already late and his strength was low.

Now that he had obtained this 'Buff', he believed that it wouldn't be long before he could catch up with the main group!

"Alright, your potential has been fully developed."

"Thank you, Great Elder!"

Jiang Ling sincerely thanked him.

"It's nothing, just help my people more in the future."

The Great Elder waved his hand and glanced at the other Namekians present.

He coughed lightly and recounted the events that had happened on Namek during this period to his people.

"My sons, this is a planet called Earth. Before my lifespan ends again, I can tell you what happened..."

Jiang Ling listened to the beginning and then quietly withdrew from the Namekian group, returning to Bulma's side.

At this time, the Earthlings, after hearing Gohan's narration, learned the facts that Krillin had been sacrificed and Goku had become a Super Saiyan.

The others were filled with emotion.

Vegeta's face was grim, "Damn Kakarot! He actually became a Super Saiyan before me!"

With dissatisfaction in his heart, he swept his gaze over everyone and suddenly noticed Jiang Ling's tail, "Are you a Saiyan?"

"Is it important whether I'm a Saiyan or not?" Jiang Ling said.

Vegeta didn't expect a Saiyan to talk back to him. Already unhappy, his expression turned even darker.

"Since you have a tail, you're a Saiyan. Why aren't you coming to pay your respects to me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ling's eyes narrowed. He didn't care if he could beat Vegeta right now.

He directly retorted, "Who are you? Why should I pay my respects to you? Prince Vegeta? Wake up, the Saiyan Empire is already gone!"

"This is no longer your era!"

"Still proud of your prince status? Or the bloodline of an upper-class warrior?"

"Look at the remaining Saiyans now, besides you, me, Kakarot, and his son, how many are left in the universe?"

"What's the use of your identity? What's the use of your pride?"

"A prince of a fallen kingdom, acting arrogant in front of the citizens of another country?"

"Hoo—"

Jiang Ling vented all the pent-up frustration in his heart.

He then suddenly remembered that Vegeta's power level was at least one to two million...

This was a bit awkward.

"You!!"

Vegeta clenched his fists, staring intently at the Saiyan with a weak power level before him.

His aura surged, showing signs of an imminent outburst.

But at this moment.

Piccolo, who was severely injured, was healed by the healer Dende.

Piccolo flashed in front of Vegeta and shouted, "What are you doing?"

He already disliked Vegeta, and now that someone was here to scold Vegeta, he was happier than anyone.

Vegeta looked at Piccolo before him, his gaze flickering.

He knew that Piccolo's strength had also greatly increased, and fighting him now would not result in a quick victory!

"Hmph!"

Vegeta turned and walked towards a large tree not far away. Leaning against the tree, he closed his eyes to rest.

He knew in his heart.

What Jiang Ling had said earlier was correct.

It was just a matter of saving face.

Seeing Vegeta leave, Piccolo turned and nodded at Jiang Ling.

"Thank you, Piccolo," Jiang Ling said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I've always disliked that guy," Piccolo nodded, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Bulma, standing nearby, patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death. That Saiyan is so scary. Are all you Saiyans this scary?"

Jiang Ling immediately spoke up, "No, no, no, I'm very gentle."

"..."

On King Kai's Planet.

Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu, who had died during the Saiyan invasion, were gathered on this small planet.

They looked nervously at North Kai.

North Kai wore sunglasses, his two antennae twitched slightly, and a few beads of cold sweat trickled down his face.

"Namek has exploded... Goku might already be..."

Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu were all shocked.

"Sigh..."

"Why did he have to go up against Frieza..."

"Now look, a second death, even the Dragon Balls are powerless..."

Kai sighed, "Now, we should pass this message to his friends and family..."

After all, Goku was half his disciple. He learned Kaioken and Spirit Bomb from him, and they had a certain master-disciple bond.

"I'll agree to it."

Yamcha stepped forward.

Through North Kai, he contacted Bulma on Earth.

"Bulma, Bulma... it's Yamcha."

Bulma on Earth heard the voice, "Yamcha?"

"Yes, I'm talking to you through King Kai right now, and I have a message to tell you."

"Okay, go ahead."

Bulma nodded. Even she didn't realize her tone when speaking to Yamcha had become much calmer.

Yamcha: "Goku might be dead..."

Bulma: "It's okay, the Dragon Balls can revive him."

Yamcha: "The Dragon Balls can't revive someone a second time..."

"Ah! Then what do we do!?"

Bulma became agitated upon hearing this, having forgotten that the Dragon Balls couldn't revive someone twice.

"So, please accept my condolences. You'll have to deliver this news to Chi-Chi's side as well..." Yamcha said grimly.

Jiang Ling overheard this and looked at Bulma, "The Namekian Dragon Balls can revive people an unlimited number of times."

"Huh? Really?"

Bulma's eyes shifted from sadness to surprise.

Dende walked over and nodded heavily, "It's true. Our Wish Orbs can revive people infinitely, but each wish can only revive one person."

North Kai: "Good heavens."

Yamcha: "Good heavens."

So we were sad for nothing?

Yamcha immediately thought of a problem, "Namek exploded. After the Dragon God revives, he'll also die..."

"That's right..." Bulma's eyes dimmed again, her hope just ignited extinguished. "After the explosion, there's no air there. Reviving Goku would cause him to suffocate..."

"Can't we summon Dad's soul over first and then revive him? Or revive him on Earth?"

Gohan looked up at Bulma, asking with innocent eyes.

"That's right, that's a good idea. We can indeed do it that way."

Bulma slapped her thigh, causing a ripple of soft waves that completely captivated Jiang Ling's gaze.

North Kai: Good heavens.

Yamcha: Good heavens.

After the Great Elder explained the cause and effect, the Namekians suddenly understood.

Suddenly, someone asked, "The people of Zino Village didn't see... were they not revived?"

"That's strange..."

Vegeta, who had been resting with his eyes closed, said indifferently, "You must be talking about the village I destroyed. I've already left the Frieza Force, so the wish you made didn't revive those people."

"Damn it!!"

"Damn it!"

The Namekian gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't win.

Piccolo's eyes narrowed, and he secretly made a decision.

He had merged with the Namekian warrior Nail, gaining Nail's memories, and at the same time, his sense of identity with his own race was very strong.

At this moment, killing intent truly arose in his heart.

"Cough, cough, I said my lifespan is nearing its end. Moori, I will hand over the position of Great Elder to you from now on. The Dragon Balls will be able to shine again..."

The Great Elder's voice gradually weakened.

"Yes." Moori nodded solemnly.

"May peace descend upon Namek forever..." With that, the Great Elder turned into specks of light and disappeared.

"Great Elder!!"

"Great Elder..."

The Namekians cried out one after another, but... there was no response.

Sadness permeated their hearts.

In their hearts, the Great Elder was like a parent.

And in reality, it was indeed so.

"Great Elder, please rest in peace,"

Piccolo said softly.

"..." Dende looked at Piccolo, his gaze sharp. "I know. You merged with Nail."

Piccolo looked at him without speaking, a slight smile playing on his lips.