Babysitter Piccolo

"Studying is, of course, a good thing."

Sun Wuxiu continued patiently, "I support Gohan studying too. Knowledge is power—I understand that better than anyone."

"But a true scholar shouldn't just be a bookworm."

"A strong body, a brave heart, and vast knowledge—that is what it means to be truly well-rounded in both letters and martial arts."

"Chi-Chi, you don't want Gohan to grow up weak and too afraid to fight back when others bully him, do you?"

That sentence struck directly at Chi-Chi's weak spot.

She was the Ox-King's daughter, and deep down, she admired the strong as well.

She hated violence, but that did not mean she wanted her son to be a coward.

"But... Goku doesn't know how to raise a child at all."

Chi-Chi said anxiously, "All he knows is how to take Gohan out to play in the mud. He doesn't understand education at all."

"That's why I'm here."

Sun Wuxiu smiled faintly and revealed his true objective.

"Chi-Chi, if you can trust me, his Uncle."

"For this year, leave Gohan to me."

"Leave him to you?" Chi-Chi looked at him in surprise.

"That's right." Sun Wuxiu nodded.

"Not only am I a martial artist, I'm also half the one steering Capsule Corp, though some might say I married into it. I know how to balance knowledge and strength."

"For this year, I'll find him the best teachers. They'll teach him not only martial arts, but also the principles of being a good person."

"After a year, I'll return a real man to you—one with a scholar's grace and a warrior's courage."

Chi-Chi looked into Sun Wuxiu's eyes, full of confidence and wisdom.

Over the past few years, Sun Wuxiu had helped them enormously, whether with the family's finances or guiding Goku's temperament.

It could be said that without Sun Wuxiu, they would not have the happy life they had now.

If Goku had said he wanted to take Gohan away to train, Chi-Chi would absolutely have sent him flying with a frying pan.

But if it was Big Brother Wuxiu...

After a long silence.

Chi-Chi glanced at the sleeping Gohan on the bed, then at the troubled world beyond the window.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Sun Wuxiu.

"Big Brother... then I'm counting on you!"

"Please make sure you take good care of Gohan!"

A knowing smile curled across Sun Wuxiu's lips as he helped Chi-Chi up.

"Don't worry. He's my nephew. I'll treat him like my own son."

Ten minutes later.

Sun Wuxiu flew away from Kame House with the still-unconscious Gohan in hand.

"Whew... parent handled."

"Next, I need to deal with that 'babysitter.'"

Rather than taking Gohan back to West City, he changed direction and flew toward the barren badlands.

There, he could sense an aura that had only just calmed down, filled with intense resentment and rage.

Piccolo.

When Sun Wuxiu landed atop a stone pillar, Piccolo was clutching his injured arm and tending to his wounds alone.

The moment he saw Sun Wuxiu appear, Piccolo bristled and sprang up like a startled cat.

"Sun Wuxiu?! What are you doing here? Did you come to laugh at me?"

Piccolo gritted his teeth. After today's battle, his pride had been trampled into the dirt.

Sun Wuxiu did not waste words. He directly tossed the Gohan in his hand over.

"Catch."

Piccolo instinctively reached out and caught him. When he realized the child in his arms was a little brat, his face turned green.

"Son Goku's son?! Why did you give him to me? As a snack?"

"I want to ask you for a favor."

Sun Wuxiu folded his arms and spoke as though it were only natural.

"For this year, train this kid for me."

"Huh?!"

Piccolo felt as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world and threw his head back with laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Sun Wuxiu, did water get into your brain?"

"I'm the Great Demon King! I'm Piccolo, the one who will conquer the world! You want me to be Son Goku's son's babysitter? You want me to teach him martial arts?"

"Keep dreaming! Believe me, I can crush him to death right now!"

Piccolo made as if to act.

However.

Boom!!

A terrifying aura powerful enough to change the color of heaven and earth erupted from Sun Wuxiu in an instant.

Golden light flashed past.

For only a moment, Piccolo felt as though a mountain had been pressed down on him. He could not even breathe.

Sun Wuxiu instantly appeared before him and placed one hand on his shoulder.

He was not even applying force, yet Piccolo felt as though his bones were about to shatter.

"Piccolo, I'm discussing this with you, but that doesn't mean you have the right to refuse."

Sun Wuxiu's voice was soft, yet to Piccolo, it sounded like a demon's whisper.

"You saw this kid's potential too. That blow earlier even seriously injured Raditz."

"In a year's time, he'll be a key fighter in your battle against the Saiyans."

"And besides..."

Sun Wuxiu leaned close to Piccolo's ear, his tone turning teasing.

"Haven't you always wanted to surpass Goku? To surpass me?"

"Teach this child the techniques you once lost to us. If you can raise him into the strongest warrior, wouldn't that prove... that you're better at teaching than we are?"

"That would be a kind of 'conquest' too, wouldn't it?"

Threats, combined with temptation.

Piccolo's expression shifted constantly.

On one side was the Demon King's pride. On the other was that terrifying fist. And... Gohan's astonishing potential truly did tempt him.

If he could raise his archenemy's son into a Demon Clan warrior, then have the kid fight Son Goku someday...

It actually... sounded kind of exciting?

After a long while.

Piccolo snorted coldly and grabbed Gohan by the collar.

"Hmph! Stop trying to lecture me."

"I'm only doing this because the kid has some talent, and I don't want it to go to waste."

"But let me make this clear first. My training is Hell-level. If he dies, don't blame me."

Sun Wuxiu smiled.

That tsundere trait really was standard equipment for Namekians.

"Don't worry. He's tough as nails."

Sun Wuxiu patted Piccolo on the shoulder, quietly healing his injuries with the Horse Talisman in the process.

"For this year, the child is in your hands."

"Besides, once you've trained him up, he can be your best sparring partner. That'll be far more useful than training alone."

At this point, Sun Wuxiu paused before continuing:

"I won't be paying for formula or food. Figure it out yourself."

With that, Sun Wuxiu flashed away and flew off at once, afraid Piccolo might change his mind.

Only Piccolo remained, holding Gohan, who was still sleeping soundly and even blew a snot bubble, as he stood dazed in the wind.

"..."

Piccolo stared at the little brat in his arms, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Damn you, Sun Wuxiu!!!"

"You really treated me like a babysitter!!!"

His roar echoed across the wilderness.

And so, Earth's strongest babysitter—Uncle Piccolo—officially went online.