Piccolo's brave protection earned the Insect Clan's approval. They shouted, "This man is a good person! That long-haired man who looks like an idiot is evil! He's not even human! Not only did he kill He Shangli, he wanted to kill us too!"
"That's right, he's not human at all! We Insect Clan members will never tolerate him!"
"But we must properly thank the man who saved us in our moment of crisis! He is our great benefactor!"
After listening to their clamor, Piccolo roughly understood that the Insect Clan before him was a race that repaid kindness and avenged grudges! Such a race was actually quite simple, and quite lovable. They were nothing like the people Vegeta imagined—people who could be killed casually!
At least, in Piccolo's eyes, protecting them was just as important as protecting Earth. If protecting Earth and Bulma meant sacrificing so many Insect Clan members, then in Piccolo's view, that was completely putting the cart before the horse!
"Hmph, Piccolo, are you still going to protect them?" Vegeta released another beam of light from his hand. "I'm out of patience. I'm going to force them to tell me where the Dragon Balls are."
Piccolo stepped forward and took a firm stance, saying coldly, "I, Piccolo, am going to protect them! They did nothing wrong, so why should they die? If you want to know where the Dragon Balls are, why not simply ask them properly? Why must you resort to violence?"
Vegeta said coldly, "That would be too inefficient. What if they refuse to tell us?"
Piccolo declared sternly, "I believe that as long as they have no use for the Dragon Balls themselves, they will tell us. Even if they demand something in exchange, that would only be natural. Why do we have to