Amazing, My Brother

"See you in three years."

"Goodbye."

Outside the martial arts arena, everyone gathered to bid each other farewell.

"Sun Wukong, your clothes are all tattered. I brought a spare set, let me give you a new one to change into." Krillin took a martial arts uniform from his luggage and handed it over.

"Thanks."

"It's such a pity, you were so close to winning the championship."

"It can't be helped, a loss is a loss." Sun Wukong laughed.

"Actually, I just had a bit more luck. Are you really sure you don't want that half of the prize money?" Tien Shinhan looked at Sun Wukong and asked.

"No way! I don't know how to use money anyway, it's useless to me." Sun Wukong said casually while changing his clothes.

What? You don't want it, but I do. Who would ever complain about having too much money?

Sun Wumian quickly spoke up: "Tien Shinhan, just give that half to me. I'll thank you on Sun Wukong's behalf."

"Is that alright?"

"It's fine, I'm his older brother, so I'll accept it for him."

"Huh? Is that so? But you two don't look alike at all."

"Haha, actually, both Sun Wukong and Sun Wumian were children picked up by my student Son Gohan." Master Roshi explained.

"I see, alright then." Tien Shinhan said, handing the half of the prize money to Sun Wumian.

"Well then, shall we all go get something to eat now to recover our strength?" Master Roshi suggested.

"Yeah, yeah!" As soon as Sun Wukong heard about eating, he was practically drooling.

"Agreed! Let me treat everyone to a big meal." Bulma offered generously.

"Oh no! I forgot to grab the Dragon Ball and the Power Pole inside." Sun Wukong suddenly remembered.

"You scared me, I thought it was something serious. I'll go get them for you." Krillin said, turning to head back inside.

Hm? Right, King Piccolo has already been released by the Pilaf Gang at this point, Sun Wumian suddenly recalled.

"Krillin, come back!" He hurriedly shouted to stop Krillin. "Let me go get them."

"Huh? What's wrong? Did something happen?" Krillin stopped, turned around, and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, it's just that if you walk in there, you'll probably die."

"Ha? You're joking, right? Could there be some monster inside?"

"Indeed, there will be a monster. I'll explain the details to you all later, I'll be right back."

Sun Wumian dropped that sentence and walked into the arena on his own.

He then saw Tambourine, a minion created by King Piccolo, holding Sun Wukong's Four-Star Ball and the tournament roster.

"Kid, if you don't want to die, get out of the way and don't block my path." Tambourine had the items and was preparing to leave.

"You're truly an eyesore, polluting my vision. Disappear." Sun Wumian glanced at him, and without even appearing to move, he snatched the Dragon Ball and the roster away, then tossed a ki blast to make him vanish forever.

"Tsk, filthy ash." He recalled a line Vegeta once said; it was truly a classic and left a deep impression.

"What happened?"

Master Roshi, Sun Wukong, and the others heard the commotion and rushed over.

"Sun Wukong, here are your Dragon Ball and Power Pole. Stop being so forgetful."

Sun Wumian handed the items to Sun Wukong and then turned to the group. "It's nothing, just that King Piccolo has reappeared in the world. I just took care of one of his underlings."

"What? King... King Piccolo? He shouldn't be able to appear in this world anymore." Master Roshi recalled some unpleasant memories upon hearing this.

"Of course, someone released him. The Evil Containment Wave only sealed him into an electric rice cooker and sank it to the bottom of the sea."

"King Piccolo? Who came up with such a ridiculous name?" Yamcha said, sweating.

"I seem to have heard of him. He was the Great Demon King who once plunged the world into an abyss of fear... but..." Tien Shinhan also spoke up.

"But, even though his name sounds cute, he is terrifying. His martial arts were invincible, and he and the monsters he created turned the peaceful world into a world of death." Master Roshi continued.

"Young Master Shen and I were no match for him at all, and neither was our master, Mutaito. In the end, he created the secret technique of the Evil Containment Wave to seal King Piccolo into the rice cooker, sacrificing himself in the process."

Master Roshi continued to reminisce, "I personally sank the rice cooker containing him to the deep bottom of the sea. King Piccolo shouldn't have been able to appear again."

"Could it be... Master Shen..." Chiaotzu guessed.

"No, he understands the terror of the Great Demon King; he wouldn't do such a thing." Master Roshi shook his head.

"Alright, now that everyone knows, I'm here, and I'll show him what true terror is. Shouldn't we eat first?" Sun Wumian said nonchalantly.

"Sun Wumian, I don't know how strong you've become, but the terrifying power of King Piccolo is not as simple as you think." Master Roshi's expression was grave.

"Bulma, didn't you say you were treating us? Forget about them, let's go eat." Sun Wumian turned to Bulma. As for King Piccolo or whatever, he could handle him with a single finger; there was nothing to worry about.

For some reason, his appetite was growing larger and larger; perhaps it had something to do with his Saiyan bloodline.

"Brother Sun Wumian is right. Only after we're full will we have the strength to fight that Great Demon King. Let me fight him first later." Sun Wukong raised his hand in agreement.

"Alright, let's eat first, then I also want to see this so-called King Piccolo for myself," Bulma said, fearing nothing under the sun.

Rumble...

Bulma piloted a large aircraft, catching up to the black plane ahead.

"Are you King Piccolo? Huh, it's you three?" Sun Wumian leaped onto the platform atop the black plane and pointed at the Pilaf Gang.

"No, it's not us! The King Piccolo you're talking about is inside the plane," the trio stammered, waving their hands frantically in fear.

"Kid, what do you want?" At that moment, a figure with entirely green skin stepped out from within.

"I heard you're very strong, so I want to try fighting you," Sun Wukong said naively.

"Hah, do you not know the terror of the Great Demon King? Then again, it has been quite a long time."

"Enough talk, take this!"

A-da-da-da...

The two fought from the plane all the way down to the ground.

Although Sun Wukong's combat power was slightly higher than in the original timeline, reaching 180, the elderly King Piccolo possessed a combat power of 210.

Thus, after holding out for a while, Wukong was defeated, and it was time for Sun Wumian to step in.

Sun Wumian merely flicked a finger, and a blast of Ki tore a massive hole through King Piccolo's chest.

"How is this possible? I, King Piccolo, have been defeated in a single move?"

Everything happened too fast for him to believe.

"But, my Demon Clan will not vanish," King Piccolo muttered to himself before spitting out an egg, which flew far away into the distance.

.Provided by the great author Wumeng Qiankong, Dragon Ball: I Have a Super Saiyan Check-in System