Hell's Chaos, Janemba's Birth

"Clang, clang, clang, clang."

"Ding, ding, ding, ding."

In Hell, at the Soul Cleansing Machine, the Red Ogre was wearing headphones, lost in his own little world. He was completely oblivious to the fact that the machine's gauge behind him had hit the critical point and was blaring a warning.

BOOM-shakalaka.

With no one there to change the filter, the black-purple energy purged by the Soul Cleansing Machine exploded. This triggered a chain reaction, causing the nearby jars filled with evil hearts to detonate as well.

In an instant, the entire base of the Soul Cleansing Machine was filled with black-purple gas. The Red Ogre held something resembling a fire extinguisher, looking utterly bewildered. "What do I do? How did this happen?"

"Bang."

Another jar exploded, and the black-purple gas washed over the Red Ogre. The gas clung to him, causing him to mutate; his body began to turn yellow and swell, growing larger and larger.

"Oh my god, what's happening!" The Blue Ogre came rushing down the stairs and looked at the mutated Red Ogre in a panic. "I have to go report this to King Yemma!"

"What's going on?" The tremors from the explosion reached King Yemma's Yemma Palace. The tall, portly King Yemma looked confused. Damn it, I was just taking a nap, why did it explode? Don't let me catch you, or I'll make you experience the full service of the eighteen levels of Hell.

"King Yemma, the Soul Cleansing Machine is damaged, and a Red Ogre has mutated!" the Blue Ogre shouted as he rushed in, but crystals emerging from the corridor quickly sealed him up as if he were frozen.

King Yemma looked at the changes around him in astonishment. On the image reflected from the crystals, a large, yellow, dim-witted fatty sat atop the crystallized Yemma Palace, chanting, "Janemba, Janemba."

"Damn it, it looks like this place has been occupied by that guy up there," King Yemma said, his face pale and covered in cold sweat. "The Yemma Palace is sealed. We won't be able to exert the righteous power needed to maintain order in this world. The human world will fall into chaos, and the dead will be resurrected."

At the Other World Tournament, the bored King Kais had gathered to hold a competition. Since everyone was already dead and had nothing to do all day, they might as well have some fun; besides, since they were all dead, they could go all out without worrying about killing each other.

Right now, it was a duel between Son Goku from the North Galaxy and the top fighter of the East Galaxy, Pikkon.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

On the ring, Son Goku and Pikkon were locked in a fierce battle, trading punches without mercy. After all, they couldn't be killed.

"Crack."

A crystal erupted from the ground, giving the two fighters a huge fright. What the hell is this thing that just popped up?

"Goku, Pikkon, stop fighting for a moment. Something has happened at King Yemma's place; you should go take a look," the Grand King Kai, sitting on the highest platform, commanded.

"Oh, okay."

Son Goku accepted the Grand King Kai's mission and said to Pikkon, "Pikkon, grab onto me."

Pikkon's mouth twitched, but he reluctantly grabbed Son Goku's shoulder. Son Goku placed two fingers on his forehead and focused his mind.

Strange, Uncle Yemma's ki has become so weak. Son Goku located King Yemma's ki and looked surprised. Whatever, I'll just go over and see what's happening!

"Whoosh."

Son Goku used Instant Transmission to teleport himself and Pikkon to the Yemma Palace. At first glance, they were both bewildered. What the hell? Where did the Yemma Palace go? And why is Uncle Yemma's ki, which I just located, coming from outside?

"Is that you, Goku?" King Yemma's face appeared on the crystal, looking anxious yet hopeful.

"It's me, Uncle," Son Goku greeted.

"Goku, the culprit is above. You can only save us if you drive him away," King Yemma said anxiously.

"Above?" they both echoed.

Son Goku and Pikkon looked confused, then used their Flight Technique to slowly float up above the Yemma Palace.

"Whoa!" they both cried out.

A giant, fat face suddenly appeared, startling them both. What the hell is this thing? It scared the life out of me! Pay up!

"Janemba, Janemba," the large, yellow, dim-witted Janemba chanted with a blank expression.

"Hey, are you the one responsible for all this?" Pikkon pointed at Janemba and demanded.

"Janemba, Janemba," Janemba didn't even acknowledge him.

"Janemba," Pikkon paused, then put on a creepy, lecherous expression. "Good boy, can you open the barrier for us?"

Damn, there's a creep trying to lure me in. The clever Janemba didn't react, just kept chanting, "Janemba, Janemba."

"Damn it, you're forcing me to use force," Pikkon said, annoyed that the negotiation had failed.

"Janemba, Janemba," Janemba pointed at Son Goku, signaling he wanted to fight him.

"Me?" A glimmer of excitement appeared in Son Goku's eyes. "So he wants to fight me! Hey, Pikkon, you go save Uncle Yemma, I'll handle the fighting!"

It was clear that Son Goku's fighting spirit had been ignited by Janemba. He had been looking for an excuse to fight, and this guy had chosen him—how perfect.