Grow Up Well, the Son Family's Nanny

After doing all that, he looked at Sun Wuxiu in the sky and let out a shrill, unwilling curse:

"Sun... Wuxiu... my child... will definitely avenge me..."

"The Demon Clan... shall live forever..."

Before he could finish—

Bang!

Sun Wuxiu casually flung out an energy wave, striking King Piccolo squarely in the chest and ending his life for good.

Boom!!

With a deafening explosion, a generation of Demon King was reduced to ashes.

As for that egg?

Sun Wuxiu pretended not to see it.

"Let it be."

Sun Wuxiu slowly descended to the ground. Looking toward the distant forest, he thought to himself:

That was the strongest nanny on future Earth, Gohan's godfather.

The battle was over.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and sunlight once again poured over Papaya Island.

Sun Wuxiu turned around, looked at his utterly stunned companions, and flashed a brilliant smile.

"Job done."

"Everyone, long time no see. I missed you all so much!"

Bulma could no longer hold herself back. With a scream, she rushed forward without a care and threw herself fiercely into the embrace she had longed for day and night.

"So you still remembered to come back!!!"

"You big idiot!!"

Watching the two embrace, Goku, Krillin, Master Roshi, and the others all smiled in relief after surviving the disaster.

That day, the shadow of the Demon King faded away.

And Sun Wuxiu's title as "Earth's strongest" was permanently engraved into everyone's hearts.

The smoke of battle over Papaya Island finally dispersed completely.

The skies that had once been shrouded beneath the Demon Clan's dark clouds now bloomed blue once again.

The sea breeze swept across the ruined Martial Arts Arena. Though devastation lay everywhere, the survivors' faces were filled with the relief of having escaped death.

"Wu Xiu!!"

Bulma clung to Sun Wuxiu like a koala, refusing to let go no matter what.

Her delicate makeup had been smudged by her earlier tears, but to Sun Wuxiu, she only looked even more adorable.

"Alright, alright, everyone's watching."

Sun Wuxiu patted her back indulgently and smiled helplessly. "Didn't I come back without a scratch?"

"Hmph! If you had lost even a single hair, I would... I would have Dad build a Time Machine so I could go back and kill that green-skinned monster again!"

Bulma sniffed, and though her words were fierce, her tone was full of coquettish affection.

The survivors around them watched this scene with warm smiles.

"My, my, being young is wonderful."

Master Roshi stroked his beard with a sentimental look on his face.

"Senior Brother Wu Xiu is really incredible." Krillin rubbed his bald head, the admiration in his eyes practically overflowing.

"That King Piccolo who drove us into despair was like a toy in his hands."

"Yeah... the gap is just too enormous."

Yamcha gave a wry smile and shook his head. Though he was somewhat disappointed, he felt even more relieved.

With someone so absurdly powerful backing them up, Earth was truly safe.

At that moment, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, who had been standing silently at the edge, exchanged a glance, seemingly hesitant.

They had contributed during the battle, but they had once belonged to the Crane School. Their status was rather awkward.

"Um... now that the crisis is over, we should take our leave."

Tien Shinhan clasped his hands and bowed to Sun Wuxiu and Goku.

"Thank you for saving us this time. We will remember this favor."

With that, he prepared to leave with Chiaotzu.

"Wait!"

Bulma suddenly poked her head out from Sun Wuxiu's arms and waved grandly.

"No one's leaving! To celebrate defeating the Demon King, and to celebrate everyone escaping death, I hereby decide—"

"Right now! Immediately! Everyone is going to my house for a victory party!!"

"Huh? To West City?" Krillin's eyes lit up. "I heard Bulma's family is super rich. The food must be amazing!"

"Of course!" Bulma proudly puffed out her chest.

"I'll call home right away and have the chefs prepare the finest spread! And countless desserts and drinks too!"

The moment he heard "food," Son Goku, who had been lying on the ground groaning, instantly came back to life and leaped three feet into the air.

"Awesome!! I'm going! I want a huge feast!!"

Tien Shinhan hesitated. "This... wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to go?"

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Sun Wuxiu stepped forward and patted Tien Shinhan on the shoulder. A gentle aura flowed into him, relaxing Tien Shinhan's previously tense body.

"When we faced Piccolo just now, you were the first one to charge forward. From that moment on, you stopped being an assassin of the Crane School and became a martial artist who protected Earth."

"If we're comrades-in-arms, what's wrong with sharing a meal?"

Sun Wuxiu's words were like a warm current, dissolving the last of Tien Shinhan's reservations.

Seeing the sincere looks in everyone's eyes, a faint smile finally appeared on Tien Shinhan's usually tense face.

"Then... I'll gladly accept."

"Wonderful! Let's go!!"

Bulma cheered and produced an even more luxurious large transport plane from a Capsule Corp Capsule.

Everyone boarded one after another.

Just before the cabin door closed, Sun Wuxiu paused and turned back to gaze deeply at the dense primeval forest in the distance.

There, a faint yet evil seed of life was quietly hatching.

"Grow well, future Demon King."

"When you grow up, you'll be my nephew's nanny."

A meaningful curve rose at the corner of Sun Wuxiu's lips before he turned and entered the cabin.

At the same time.

High above the ground, tens of thousands of meters in the air, at Kami's Lookout.

The sea of clouds churned in utter silence.

Two figures stood at the edge of the Lookout, looking through the clouds at everything unfolding below.

They were Earth's Kami and his servant, Mr. Popo.

"Sigh..."

An aged sigh broke the Lookout's silence.

Kami leaned on his staff, his brows tightly furrowed. His face, identical to King Piccolo's, was filled with complicated emotions.

"Mr. Popo, did you see clearly?"

"I saw clearly, Lord Kami."

Mr. Popo's poker-faced expression remained unchanged, but there was a trace of relief in his voice.

"Sun Wuxiu... he clearly had the ability to completely destroy Piccolo in an instant. Even when Piccolo spat out that egg, he had more than enough time to destroy it."

Kami lightly tapped his fingers against his staff, his voice low.

"With his strength and that almost divine ability to sense things, he couldn't possibly have failed to notice the egg. Yet he chose to turn a blind eye to it. He even... deliberately or otherwise, used his energy wave to conceal the egg's aura."

"He did it on purpose."

At this point, Kami turned to look at Mr. Popo beside him.

"Mr. Popo, did you tell him something?"

Mr. Popo's round eyes blinked, making him seem somewhat innocent.

"I merely told him a little about Kami's past while guiding his training, as well as... the inseparable life bond between gods and demons."

"You..." Kami shook his head helplessly, though there was little reproach in his eyes.