Bojack and his four followers cautiously passed through the passage and returned to the living world.
The passage connecting Other World to the living world opened near Mount Frypan.
The moment they emerged, they felt the dry heat in the air.
But compared to Hell's brutally harsh weather, this place was undoubtedly the paradise of their dreams.
After the beatings Son Gohan and Trunks had given them, they had learned that there was always someone stronger out there.
They no longer spouted nonsense about making the destruction of the universe their life's mission.
Death had long since worn the edges off their dreams.
Now, all they wanted was to keep a low profile, find a spaceship, and escape this nightmarish planet.
Keep a low profile. We have to keep a low profile.
They still had no idea where Son Gohan was.
What if they ran into him again and he blasted them to dust?
They never wanted to return to that hellhole.
Watching the lesser fiends emerge from the passage, strutting around as though they owned the place, Bojack shook his head inwardly.
These little fools have no idea what they're getting into.
Just wait until that blond demon king shows up. You'll all be turned into fireworks.
"Come on. Hurry."
He beckoned to his four subordinates and led them furtively toward the dense forest.
Just then,
a loud shout stopped them in their tracks.
"Hey! You lot don't belong here. Get back to Hell!"
Huh?
Bojack and his followers jumped in fright and looked up.
A green figure stood ahead of them, almost blending into the natural surroundings.
"A Namekian?" Bojack was well-traveled enough to recognize the stranger's race at once.
Sure enough, it was Piccolo.
With the boundary between life and death turned upside down, the dead returning to life, and the passage to the living world thrown wide open, Piccolo had also come back.
Bojack stared at Piccolo, his brows furrowing in displeasure. "Namekian, unless I'm mistaken, you've still got a dead man's halo over your head. You just came out of Other World too, didn't you? Why are you sticking your nose into our business? Is something wrong with your head?"
Piccolo stood there and snorted without answering, but he was clearly determined to block their path.
Meanwhile, high above the world.
Old Kami and Mr. Popo stood side by side at the edge of Kami's Lookout, gazing down at the living world.
Mr. Popo turned to Old Kami and asked, "Kami, what's going on? How have you come back to life?"
Old Kami gazed down at the world below, his eyes deep in thought. "Mr. Popo, don't call me Kami anymore. I'm no longer Earth's Kami. I'm just a Namekian who suddenly returned from the dead."
"In my heart, you will always be Earth's Kami."
"The upheaval in Other World has reversed life and death, allowing me to return. But this certainly isn't a good thing, because I was already dead."
"Please don't say that..."
At the foot of Mount Frypan,
after a brief standoff, battle erupted.
Piccolo had kept his body and spent all these years training in Other World, so he was reasonably strong.
But strong as he was, his overall power was only around Zangya's level. Outnumbered, he was steadily driven back by Gokua and Bujin.
Zangya, Bido, and Bojack hadn't even joined in yet.
At the sight, Bojack sneered. "Even if you want to play the hero, you should know your limits. With that strength, you dare to stop all five of us by yourself? You're already dead, and you still haven't learned what death means?"
"Hmph, who said he was alone?" Just then, a huge man charged out of the dense forest.
It was Android 16.
Android 16 had been watching all along. Realizing something had gone wrong on Earth, he stepped in without hesitation.
"Oh? So you've got backup? You're just asking to die."
"Zangya, Bido, take him."
"Make it quick. Finish this fast."
"Yes, boss."
Zangya and Bido moved to meet Android 16, making it another two-on-one fight.
But Android 16 was somewhat stronger than Piccolo, so he wasn't having as much trouble.
When Piccolo saw a huge man rush out to help him, he paused in surprise. A quick look told him this wasn't anyone he knew.
But in that instant of distraction, Gokua's sword sliced his arm off.
Other World.
Frieza and his father were still fighting the android siblings.
In fact, this wasn't their first clash.
They had fought once when Android 17 and Android 18 first arrived in Hell, and it had ended in a crushing defeat for Frieza and King Cold.
Things were much the same now, with Android 17 and Android 18 thoroughly dominating the father and son.
Frieza and King Cold were battered black and blue, suffering miserably.
Vegeta watched coldly from the sidelines, clenching his fists as he sneered. "Those bastards. I hope they all kill each other."
What he didn't notice was the barely perceptible crack that appeared at the top of the transparent barrier after he spat out that curse.
Meanwhile, the battle between Son Goku and Janemba had reached a fever pitch.
After transforming into Super Saiyan 2, Son Goku was trading blows evenly with Janemba.
But Janemba automatically regenerated whenever he was injured, while Son Goku could not.
After they wore each other down for a while, Janemba remained completely unscathed, but Son Goku was covered in wounds.
Son Goku flipped through the air several times, leaping out of Janemba's attack range. Gasping for breath, he stared at the completely unharmed Janemba with his brows tightly knitted.
Just then, Janemba's right hand suddenly lit up, and he pressed it against the ground.
In an instant, a densely packed crowd of Mini Janembas sprang into existence.
Despite being called Mini Janembas, each stood over two meters tall. There looked to be a good two or three hundred of them, all identical. Fortunately, Son Goku didn't suffer from trypophobia, or he would already have lost.
"Janemba, Janemba..."
The Mini Janembas cried out, their figures flickering as they all rushed Son Goku at incredible speed.
A thunderous rumbling immediately filled the air.
Two or three hundred Janemba copies swallowed Son Goku in their midst.
But Son Goku wasn't about to sit there and wait for death.
"Aaaaaah!"
Son Goku's prolonged roar rang out from beneath the mountain of Janemba bodies.
Then a flash of golden light burst forth. Son Goku's surging power blasted all the Mini Janembas away, and they exploded into clouds of smoke.
Waves of immense energy rippled outward, and a golden aura blazed over a dozen meters into the air.
Amid his fierce roars, Son Goku's golden hair kept growing, and his face began to change.
In just a few seconds, his golden hair reached his waist, while his eyebrows vanished, making him look even fiercer.
As the transformation finished, Son Goku's power multiplied several times in an instant. Fierce energy shot in every direction, and lightning crackled around his entire body, leaving Janemba dumbstruck.
Clenching his fists, Son Goku regarded Janemba with icy eyes and said evenly, "I'm still not very familiar with this transformation. I'll use you to get some practice."
Whoosh!
Son Goku vanished into thin air. The instant he reappeared, his fist had already sent Janemba flying.
Meanwhile,
Vegeta looked toward Son Goku and Janemba's battle in shock.
"W-what's going on? Kakarot's energy suddenly got stronger. Now it's actually overpowering Janemba's? What the hell is that bastard doing?"
After wrestling with himself for a while, Vegeta flared his aura and flew toward Son Goku and Janemba's battle.
"W-what transformation is this?" Vegeta gaped in disbelief at Son Goku, whose face now looked downright villainous.
Super Saiyans have this many different forms?
Vegeta's expression shifted as that thought ran through his mind. He silently cursed Son Goku for being a shameless bastard. Has he been pretending to be weak all this time just to catch everyone off guard?
Once Son Goku transformed into Super Saiyan 3, Janemba was no longer any match for him.
Son Goku's fists rained down, blow after thunderous blow smashing into Janemba's body.
Janemba's obese body was driven back again and again. Unable to fight back at all, he sprayed saliva everywhere.
The sight infuriated Vegeta. "That bastard Kakarot! He could've transformed like this right from the start, but he dragged it out this long? Is there something wrong with him?"
As Vegeta continued his disgruntled cursing, Son Goku shot into the sky, golden light blazing around him. Two enormous spheres of energy appeared in his hands, and he thrust them toward Janemba.
Before Janemba could react, the energy blasts blew him into a pile of minced flesh.
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