Piccolo Isn't Dead

How could he not know?

King Piccolo was the embodiment of his evil thoughts. The two of them were one body with two separate minds.

If Piccolo died, Kami, the embodiment of his good thoughts, would perish with him.

He had already prepared himself for sacrifice. Before Sun Wuxiu descended to the lower world, he had even specifically instructed him to "cut the weeds and pull up the roots."

But he had never expected Sun Wuxiu to disobey his order and leave that calamity alive.

"That child..." Kami watched the plane take off and fly away, his gaze softening.

"Did he deliberately let the tiger return to the mountain to preserve my life?"

"Perhaps." Mr. Popo looked at Kami.

"Wu Xiu is a very clever child. He knew that if Kami died, Earth's Dragon Balls would disappear as well. To someone who wants to protect Earth, your survival matters more than anything."

"But the Demon Second Generation nurtured within that egg will inherit all of Piccolo's memories and power. He may even surpass his predecessor." Kami said worriedly, "In three years, he will surely return for revenge."

"Kami, don't you always say that pressure creates motivation?"

Mr. Popo rarely showed a faint smile.

"Since Wu Xiu dared to let him go, that means he has absolute confidence that he can keep him under control. Besides... don't you think this will also be the best whetstone for that child named Son Goku?"

Kami froze for a moment, then sighed with a bitter smile.

"It seems I really am old. I'm not even as bold as these young people."

"Fine, fine. Since fate has spared me, I cannot remain idle for these next three years."

Kami turned and walked deeper into the Lookout.

"Popo, make preparations. Once that boy named Son Goku arrives, we'll give him some serious special training. Since Wu Xiu has already graduated, someone has to take over his place and deal with that Demon Second Generation."

"Yes, Kami."

West City, Capsule Corp headquarters.

By the time the plane carrying everyone landed on the helipad in the private garden, a grand banquet had already been prepared.

It had to be said, the world's richest man certainly knew how to put on a show.

The enormous open-air garden was filled with long dining tables piled high with delicacies from all over the world.

Roast whole beef, deep-sea lobster, premium caviar... if you could think of it, you could eat it here.

Well-dressed servants moved through the grounds while a band played cheerful music in a corner.

"Wow!! It smells incredible!!"

The moment the cabin door opened, Son Goku's nose twitched. Then, like a starving ghost, he instantly appeared beside the table, grabbed a turkey leg bigger than his head, and began gnawing on it.

"Mmph mmph! Delicious! So delicious!!"

"Th-This is a little too extravagant, isn't it?"

Yamcha and Krillin looked at the palace-like scene, still somewhat reserved.

"Don't be shy! Treat this place like your own home! Eat and play as much as you want!"

Bulma had changed into more comfortable casual clothes. Holding Sun Wuxiu's hand, she walked at the front with all the poise of a hostess.

With Bulma's encouragement, everyone stopped holding back.

That day, Capsule Corp's team of chefs faced the greatest challenge of their careers.

Because they had encountered a group of big eaters.

Especially those two brothers.

There was no need to mention Son Goku. He was famously a bottomless pit.

And although Sun Wuxiu ate elegantly and unhurriedly, neither his speed nor his appetite was any less impressive than Goku's.

A Saiyan's stomach was practically connected to another dimension.

Even Tien Shinhan and Master Roshi ate astonishing amounts once they let themselves go.

The banquet lasted from noon until night.

Night fell, and the lights came on.

Full and satisfied, everyone sat together on the garden lawn, holding drinks or wine glasses as they enjoyed the rare moment of peace.

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"Whew... I feel alive again."

Krillin rubbed his round belly as he lay on the grass staring at the stars, his face full of contentment.

"This is what life should be like. I really hope every day can be like this from now on."

"Indeed." Master Roshi took a sip of red wine, a lightly intoxicated flush on his face.

"King Piccolo is dead, and the world is finally at peace. From now on, it's the era of you young people. This old man can finally retire in peace and read beauty magazines."

At the words "King Piccolo is dead," everyone showed relaxed smiles.

That nightmare had finally ended.

However.

Right in the middle of that harmonious atmosphere.

A calm voice suddenly rang out, like a depth charge thrown into a still lake.

"No."

Everyone froze and turned toward the source of the voice.

Sun Wuxiu was leaning back in his chair, gently swirling a glass of juice in his hand, his expression almost unnaturally calm.

"King Piccolo is still alive."

"..."

The entire gathering fell silent.

Even Goku, who had been chewing on a bone, stopped moving and stared wide-eyed at his brother.

"Wu... Wuxiu, you're joking, right?" Yamcha gave an awkward laugh.

"Didn't you punch right through that guy? You even blasted his body into ashes!"

"Yeah, Senior Brother, we saw it with our own eyes!" Krillin sat up as well, his face turning pale.

"What I mean is, his life continues."

Sun Wuxiu set down his glass. His gaze swept across everyone present, and his tone grew serious.

"At the very last moment before his death, he condensed his life essence, memories, and all his demonic power into an egg and spat it out."

"What?!"

Tien Shinhan abruptly stood up. The third eye on his forehead trembled slightly in shock.

"You mean... he left behind offspring before he died?!"

"That's right."

Sun Wuxiu nodded. "That is a reproductive method unique to the Demon Clan. What is being nurtured in that egg is King Piccolo's reincarnation, and also his son."

"And..."

Sun Wuxiu paused, then dropped an even more devastating bombshell:

"This 'Demon Second Generation,' Piccolo Jr., will inherit all of the original's power. And because of his rebirth, his potential will be completely unleashed."

"Simply put, when he returns as an adult three years from now, he will be far stronger than King Piccolo is today."

"You could even say they won't be in the same dimension at all."

"Clang."

Someone's cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Fear.

A deeper fear than before instantly descended over everyone.

King Piccolo alone had already driven them to despair. Apart from Sun Wuxiu, no one could stop him.

And now they were being told that an even stronger one would be waiting for them in three years?

"Then... then why didn't you kill him?!"

Bulma anxiously grabbed Sun Wuxiu's arm, her voice trembling with tears.

"Wuxiu, you're clearly so powerful. You must know where that egg is, right? Why didn't you eliminate the problem at its root?"

"Yeah, Wuxiu! Before that egg hatches, let's hurry and find it and destroy it!" Krillin said urgently.

Everyone looked at Sun Wuxiu hopefully.

However, Sun Wuxiu shook his head.