Piccolo spotted the same World Martial Arts Tournament arena in the west. Like Vegeta, his curiosity was piqued. He landed and asked about the rules for entering.
"I'll sign up."
Though Piccolo was somewhat annoyed about having been eliminated from the World Martial Arts Tournament, he was nowhere near as bothered by it as Vegeta was. The main reason he wanted to enter this World Martial Arts Tournament was that the champion could receive a Dragon Ball as a prize.
Though the explanation had been vague, Piccolo guessed that this Dragon Ball had to be the Golden Dragon Ball he was looking for.
"If Vegeta ran into these arenas over there, he'd definitely enter too, wouldn't he?" Piccolo thought. But he did not have the time to verify it now. If Vegeta had not entered, then he had to. What if he really won the championship?
"Mr. Piccolo, versus warrior Rokaka!"
Piccolo stared wide-eyed at the "warrior" before him. Rokaka? Where was he? On the other side of the arena, there was only something the size of a mouse wriggling about.
But before Piccolo could react, that "mouse" suddenly charged at him like lightning! He hurriedly raised a hand to block, only to feel a heavy blow slam into him, sending his insides churning violently!
"So this is my opponent!" Piccolo stared in disbelief at the tiny Rokaka before him and snapped, "Since you attacked first, then try taking a counterattack from me, Piccolo!"
He extended his long arm and, with a smack, sent Rokaka flying to one side. Then he pointed a finger at Rokaka and fired an energy blast!
To his surprise, Rokaka could fire energy blasts too! Their blasts collided and exploded, filling the arena with smoke.
But Piccolo was a warrior tempered through years of training.