Poor Dodoria

Piccolo felt as if he were about to explode; he wanted nothing more than to destroy, to annihilate every single thing his eyes could see.

Whether living or inanimate, he wanted to reduce it all to nothingness.

Just as Piccolo was on the verge of losing control, Gohan rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Piccolo's back.

"Pencil, pencil case, case, bullet, slingshot..."

This was a word-chain game Gohan played whenever he trained with Piccolo.

Upon hearing this voice, the aura surrounding Piccolo's entire body instantly vanished, and the blackness in his eyes receded like a retreating tide.

This voice was the only sanctuary deep within Piccolo's heart, and it was the vital factor that allowed him to maintain control!

Hoo~!!

Exhaling a breath of foul air, Piccolo finally calmed down completely. He reached out, pulled Gohan from his back to his front, looked into the boy's eyes, and said earnestly.

"Gohan, thank you! If not for you, Uncle Piccolo would have completely lost himself!"

Gohan, eyes brimming with tears, replied, "I knew it! I knew Uncle Piccolo could do it!"

Gently setting Gohan down, Piccolo clenched his fists and felt the ki within his body.

It was incomparably powerful!

He did not know if he could compare to Son Goku at this moment, but he truly felt that he had become countless times stronger!

Frieza: Kid, you only went from 78,000 to 78 million. While that's a decent boost, you're still just a little brother!

Given that Slug's giant form had a battle power of 100 million, Piccolo had only gained an increase of 77.92 million; quite a bit was indeed wasted.

However, the advantage of this over assimilation was that Slug had kept his life!

Moreover, Slug had already been powerful once before; even if he had become kind-hearted, he could still slowly train his way back up in the future.

After all, Slug possessed a body with a base battle power of 60 million. Although his current battle power was only 400,000, anyone with a battle power below 50 million would have no hope of breaking his defense.

Dodoria was terrified!

Earth is too scary! I want to go back to King Frieza!

Wuu wuu wuu~~

One only had to look at Dodoria being scared to tears to understand just how terrifying Piccolo was.

Hearing the sobbing, Piccolo swept a blade-like gaze toward him, which instantly terrified Dodoria so much that he didn't even dare to twitch.

The Grand Elder spoke once more.

"He is a subordinate of Frieza, and Frieza's most trusted lackey—er, subordinate. Do not harm him! You cannot imagine the terror of Frieza; Son Goku and the others cannot win!"

Piccolo knew the Grand Elder's predictions were never wrong, and Frieza was not the indiscriminate killer King Kai had described.

Out of respect for the Grand Elder and Frieza, he would spare Dodoria's miserable life for now. However, until Frieza arrived on Earth, Dodoria would have to stay by Piccolo's side and perform manual labor!

Dodoria, unaware of his impending fate, continued to thank the Grand Elder profusely for saving his life.

Following this, events on Earth returned to their original trajectory. First, the Earth Dragon Balls were used to revive the Namekians who had been killed by King Cold's subordinates.

130 days later, they attempted to use the Namekian Dragon Balls to revive Son Goku, but it failed because Son Goku was not actually dead.

Bulma was reminded by the Namekians that she could summon Son Goku to Earth, but just like in the original story, the request was refused.

As for Vegeta, sorry, he had yet to earn the group's recognition and had been forgotten to the ends of the earth.

Even though Vegeta was the first to transform into a Super Saiyan, it could not change that fact.

Consequently, the group had no choice but to abandon that plan and opted to revive Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu instead.

Then, another 130 days passed, and they summoned Shenron once again.

This time, the wishes were simple: first, they learned that Son Goku and Vegeta were on Planet Yardrat, and then they discovered that Frieza had returned to the Ice Planet.

Finally, the Namekians used their last wish to transport themselves to a planet suitable for their habitation that was devoid of humans.

The ending remained a happy one, and Earth returned to a period of peace once more.

On the new Namek, all the Namekians gathered around the Grand Elder, whose appearance had become extremely frail.

"From this moment on, Slug shall be your new Grand Elder. I believe that under his leadership, our Namekian race will find a new beginning!"

Having said this, the Grand Elder's hand dropped powerlessly, and crystalline tears welled up in Slug's eyes.

The current Slug was left with only the purest kindness, his mind occupied solely with how to strengthen the Namekian race!

On Earth

Dodoria was miserably using his four limbs to carve through mountains and build roads. All the wages he earned were taken by Piccolo and given to Gohan; after all, Gohan had such a massive appetite that Chi-Chi could barely afford to feed him alone.

As Gohan's uncle, Piccolo felt he should help the boy's family.

Poor Dodoria did the most work and ate worse than a pig, having already lost several layers of weight.

The only consolation was that Dodoria's battle power had increased to 50,000. While still trash, it was at least the result of his training.

And the ones training him were none other than Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Krillin!

This group of future side characters had finally broken through the limits of humanity.

Yamcha's combat power was 45,000, Tien Shinhan's was 70,000, Chiaotzu's was 40,000, and Krillin was the most ferocious, having soared to 100,000—the undisputed number one human on Earth.

The era of Master Roshi had gone and would never return.

Thinking back to the days when Master Roshi would flex his muscles and blast the moon away with a single Kamehameha, he had now truly become a lecherous old man.

With such a group of awesome disciples, it was impossible for him not to get a bit carried away!

On this day, Frieza opened his eyes from the depths of the ice on the Ice Planet; his combat power had not only stabilized but had surged once again to 600 million!

Over 300 days had passed, and Frieza finally remembered what he had forgotten.

It was that lackey, Dodoria!

Sighing, Frieza felt he still needed to go to Earth to take a look; if Dodoria hadn't been killed by the Earthlings, he was likely still there.

He glanced at the clone created by the Dragon Ball, which had successfully fused with Frieza's cells and was slowly increasing in strength, now possessing a combat power of 100 million. However, once it exceeded 100 million, the rate of growth had slowed to a crawl!

A mere 100 million in combat power was clearly not enough to be worth looking at, so it could only continue to be nurtured there.

His own combat power was progressing too quickly, and it seemed there was no chance for the clone to catch up; it was a bit of a miscalculation.

If the combat power wasn't equal, fusion would be impossible, and if he had to lower his own combat power to match the clone, then what would be the point of fusing at all!

What if the result of the fusion was even weaker than his original body alone?

Forget it, forget it, he would just keep nurturing it; perhaps one day a miracle would happen.

Whoosh~~

Frieza vanished from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived on Earth, appearing right beside Piccolo.