Piccolo was a Namekian, and his hearing was sharp. He'd heard Sun Wukong talking about his father being sealed away from a long distance.
Piccolo's face darkened instantly.
Sun Wukong, you talked about my father behind my back. Do you think that's appropriate?
"What? You've got backup too?" Nappa snorted, glancing at Piccolo, who had just arrived.
"Piccolo, you're here?" Sun Wukong greeted him warmly with a wave.
"How many more helpers are there? Should we keep waiting?" Nappa asked with a scornful smile.
"About three more..." Sun Wukong thought it over carefully before answering.
I remember Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha will come too.
They all died in this battle.
This time, I won't let them die again.
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Nappa and Vegeta fell silent for a moment.
So there really were more helpers!
"Then we'll wait for them to arrive and let you die alongside your friends!" Nappa snarled.
"If you don't want to die... Since you know we're here to find the Dragon Balls, tell us where they are!" Vegeta said with a snort.
"The Dragon Balls have turned to stone. Even if I told you, they'd be no use to you," Sun Wukong said honestly.
"You... What did you say? They turned to stone?" Vegeta was taken aback.
"Once a wish has been granted, the Dragon Balls turn to stone. They won't recover, or grant another wish, for a year," Sun Wukong explained truthfully. "This time, the wish was to bring me back to life. That's all."
Vegeta silently studied Sun Wukong, feeling that he wasn't lying.
"Hmph, what utter nonsense! You've got no proof!" Nappa roared, unconvinced. "Prince Vegeta, he's definitely lying. Looks like we'll have to teach him a lesson before he talks!"
"Do whatever you want," Vegeta replied without protest.
"Hmph! I let my guard down before! You won't kick me again this time!" Nappa clenched his fists, trembling with rage.
"You're no match for me. You should just give up," Sun Wukong said calmly, looking at Nappa.
"What... What did you say?" Nappa ground his teeth in anger and pressed the button on his Scouter again. "Power levels of 960! 1,083! 1,220! Not bad. That green-skinned guy has the highest power level! But Kakarot, yours is only 960! You're weaker than your son!"
Piccolo: "..."
Piccolo stared at Sun Wukong, at a loss for words.
You've been training for so long, and you're still not stronger than me?
Should I be happy or sad?
I really wish I could let you surpass me right now.
"Smack!"
Just as the two sides were squaring off, Krillin dropped from the sky and landed beside Sun Wukong and the others.
"Goku! You're alive! That's wonderful!" Krillin looked at Sun Wukong excitedly.
Sun Wukong stepped forward and rubbed Krillin's head, his heart full of emotion.
Krillin: "????"
Why are you rubbing my head?
"I missed the days when you had no hair," Sun Wukong said with a smile.
Krillin: "..."
"I never had any hair! You're so weird. You always say the strangest things," Krillin said, utterly baffled.
"Krillin, thank you..." Sun Wukong took a deep breath and spoke softly. "You're my best friend!"
Hearing Sun Wukong's heartfelt confession, Krillin felt a little embarrassed.
I mean, couldn't you say something like that at some other time?
Here, of all places... Isn't it a little inappropriate?
Still, Krillin was deeply moved.
I'm Goku's best friend.
"I won't let you die again!" Sun Wukong said, looking at Krillin with determination.
Krillin's face immediately filled with confusion.
What are you talking about?
Who died?
"D-Did I die because of those two Saiyans?" Krillin asked nervously, startled.
"Something like that," Sun Wukong replied, scratching his head and nodding.
"So... You trained with King Kai, right? How did it go?" Krillin asked anxiously. "You... Don't scare me! I don't even have a girlfriend yet!"
"Haha, don't worry. You'll have one someday." The image of Android 18 suddenly appeared in Sun Wukong's mind.
"Someday? Let's deal with what's happening right now first," Krillin said, at a loss.
Goku really hadn't changed at all.
He still said things that made no sense.
"Hey, is this Gohan? You've gotten so tall!" Krillin suddenly noticed Son Gohan and smiled.
"I... I remember now. You're Uncle Krillin!" Son Gohan suddenly came to his senses.
"Being taken away by King Piccolo to train with him must have been tough," Krillin asked quietly.
"Yeah... But Uncle Piccolo is a really good person!" Son Gohan said with a laugh.
"Is this really the time to chat?" A few dark lines appeared on Piccolo's forehead.
"So it was that voice!" Vegeta chuckled. "You're the one who killed Raditz!"
"Voice?" Piccolo asked, slightly taken aback.
"Didn't Raditz tell you? This thing can also be used as a communicator." Vegeta pointed to the Scouter over his eye.
"Prince Vegeta, I just remembered. This guy's a Namekian," Nappa said, turning to Vegeta.
"Very likely! No wonder he managed to kill Raditz!" Vegeta nodded thoughtfully.
Piccolo: "????"
"Piccolo, you're an alien? That explains it!" Krillin said, suddenly understanding.
"Really, Uncle Piccolo?" Son Gohan was a little surprised too.
Piccolo remained silent.
"Hey, Goku, you don't seem surprised at all!" Krillin looked at Sun Wukong again and saw that he was completely calm.
"Hahaha, was I supposed to be surprised?" Sun Wukong laughed awkwardly.
Krillin: "..."
"I see! Besides their impressive fighting strength, Namekians also possess incredible abilities!" Vegeta said with a smile. "I've heard that some Namekians can even use magic. You made the Dragon Balls, didn't you?"
"Huh? They even know about the Dragon Balls?" Krillin exclaimed.
"There's no need to be surprised. Sun Wukong already knew they'd come looking for the Dragon Balls," Piccolo said, rolling his eyes at Krillin.
Krillin stared at Sun Wukong in astonishment.
"Thanks to you, I finally know who I am!" Piccolo's lips curved into a faint smile. "But you got one thing wrong. I didn't make the Dragon Balls. I only know how to fight!"
As he spoke, Piccolo took up a fighting stance and turned to look at Sun Wukong.
"Sun Wukong, are you going first, or am I?" Piccolo asked.
"I'll go," Sun Wukong answered. "You might not be able to beat them right now."
Piccolo: "..."
Piccolo felt as if he'd been stabbed in the heart.
That really makes me look bad.
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