Piccolo's Premature Birth, Terrified

Bulma was first utterly shocked, then her eyes lit up with a strange brilliance.

Damn, this man really had guts.

Though he was a monster, if he was good-looking, it wasn't entirely out of the question.

Besides, he was the same race as Son Goku, so he should be able to recover a human body too.

With a strong body, he should be handsome.

In that case, wouldn't she have the most ideal boyfriend?

At that thought, Bulma shot Yamcha a dissatisfied glance.

The person beside her looked worse the more she looked at him.

After they reached the city, he had gone around flirting everywhere, not good at all.

Poor Yamcha had no idea he had already been disliked by his girlfriend and was about to face the first heartbreak of his life.

After receiving Sack's confirmation, Popo had only one final concern left.

"If I send you to the sun, what about that friend of yours?"

Sack's flash of inspiration answered without the slightest hesitation.

"You mean Renar. He will know on his own. Let him sleep and wait for my return."

Popo froze, then reacted.

If Sack had no confidence, how could he possibly let himself fall into a certain-death situation for Earth's safety?

For Sack to do this, he must have been seeking life from the jaws of death.

"Understood."

Popo began making the wish to Shenron.

"Hey, I'm asking you, who's Renar? Is she a woman?"

Bulma suddenly roared furiously at their surroundings.

Her face was flushed, her expression full of grievance, as if she were a little girl who had lost her doll.

Sack naturally paid no mind to Bulma's opinions or thoughts.

Popo had already finished making the wish, and Sack, who had been wreaking destruction, instantly vanished.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the energies drawn from Hell, the Demon Realm, and even the God Realm began to collapse. The various gateways gradually closed.

Dabo, who had been hiding off to the side, saw Sack suddenly disappear.

"Instant Transmission?"

"No, that's not right. There was no fluctuation of ki."

Dabo reacted and rushed over, carefully searching the devastated earth.

"How is that possible? Where did the king go?"

Dabo was frantic with rage. The aura around his whole body burst out undisguised, shooting straight into the sky and shaking the mind.

"Roar!"

Both of Dabo's faces were crimson. He had no idea what to do, his chest filled with fury.

He raised a hand, and powerful ki gathered in his palm.

He had originally been about to attack the ground, but in the end, he held back and fired it into the sky instead.

A vast pale-blue ki shot straight into the heavens. In an instant, it broke through the atmosphere and flew farther away.

Popo had just made the wish when Shenron scattered and flew off.

After waiting quietly for a while, though the dark clouds had not yet dispersed, the earth no longer continued to tremble. Just as he felt satisfied, a pillar of light shooting straight into the sky caught his attention.

Dabo's violent aura struck at the mind from far away.

Popo did not even need to think to know it was Dabo.

His expression shifted several times. Ignoring everyone standing frozen in place, he flew onto the magic carpet and quickly left.

Earth's crisis had not yet been completely resolved. Only once Dabo calmed down and hid away peacefully would the danger of Earth's destruction truly be gone.

When Sack vanished, no one noticed.

A rice cooker drifted through the waves to a beach.

As luck—or rather, ill luck—would have it, a frightened crab fleeing in panic crawled over the rice cooker, its sharp leg tearing through the talisman that had been firmly pasted onto it.

The talisman shattered, and the rice cooker began to shake violently. An evil, sinister aura gradually spread out.

"Haha! Who was it? Who tore the talisman and released this Demon King? This Demon King can grant you one wish—by eating you.

"Without the talisman, how could a broken shell trap this Demon King? Break for me."

Snap.

The rice cooker split apart with the sound of plastic cracking.

The air warped, horribly distorted green rings appearing in midair.

Heh, heh, heh!

A terrifying laugh carried far into the distance.

Fortunately, Dabo's training and Sack's rampage had intensified the movement of the entire Earth's crust. These past few days, waves hundreds of meters high had often risen along the coasts, leaving the beaches and coastal areas completely deserted.

Otherwise, it would have been enough to stop a child's crying.

"Haha, I, Demon King Piccolo, have returned.

Guardian of Earth, Mutaito.

You never expected this, did you? That I could still come back.

Heh, heh. Did you think that with the talisman broken, you could still trap me?

Wishful thinking.

Next, it is time for Demon King Piccolo to achieve greatness. Watch me become the strongest king in this world."

Before Demon King Piccolo could finish speaking, Dabo's terrifying aura came from far away.

Bloodthirsty, powerful, insane, unstoppable.

Piccolo was like an old throat from '82 with phlegm stuck in it.

His entire body trembled with fear. His green skin turned straight to purple, the terrifying, evil grin frozen on his face. Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat poured down him, and his eyes stayed eerily still, filled entirely with terror.

"So... so strong. I don't even know how far away he is, yet he's pressing down on me so hard I don't dare move."

The stronger one was, the more deeply one could sense Dabo's ki.

Piccolo was undoubtedly the strongest person on Earth at the moment.

Only after a long while did Piccolo finally recover, gulping for air as he braced both hands on his knees.

"How many years have passed on Earth? How could such a terrifying fellow be born?"

"No. I can't be reckless. I have to lie low first, then make plans after I understand this world."

Piccolo forced himself to rally, endured the fear in his heart, and turned to leap inland.

A single bound carried him dozens of meters.

The ki Dabo extended toward him frightened Piccolo so badly that he did not even dare fly.

At the same time, an airship was flying toward Piccolo through the storm.

Inside the airship, the dog-headed Shu was struggling to control it.

"King Pilaf, the storm is too strong! It's dangerous!"

"Enough nonsense. There must be some precious treasure at the center of the storm. If I get it, I'll definitely control the entire world and become the one and only king."

Pilaf was strapped in with a safety belt, his face twisted ferociously, teeth clenched as he gripped the armrests on both sides of the seat with all his might.

Beside him, Mai's eyes were spinning, foam spilling from her mouth as she mumbled incoherently.

As Popo rushed toward Dabo, Demon King Piccolo also encountered the flying ship carrying King Pilaf and his two companions.

Relying on his power, he easily threatened the three of them into kneeling and submitting.

The airship immediately turned around. Inside, Demon King Piccolo sat high above on a throne he had created.

He stared playfully at Pilaf and the other two.

"So, this thing you say can grant any wish a person has is called the Dragon Ball?"

"My Lord, one must gather all seven Dragon Balls and summon Shenron, and then any one wish can be granted."

Pilaf knelt on the floor, head raised, his face full of flattery.

Piccolo looked thoughtful.

If there really was something that good, he still had hope.

"Very well. Go and find the Dragon Balls. Once I become king, I will certainly give you tremendous benefits."

An almost imperceptible sneer appeared on Piccolo's face as he opened his mouth and painted them an enormous promise.

"My King, it is not that we will not go, but Shenron has just granted a wish. It has now turned to stone. We can only wait one year, until it recovers its energy and emits waves again, before we can find it."

After Pilaf finished speaking, afraid that Demon King Piccolo would be angry, he prostrated himself and trembled all over.

The other two were no better. One after another, they knocked their heads against the floor, not daring to raise them or speak.

Having witnessed Demon King Piccolo's terror, the three were so frightened they nearly wet themselves dry, and they did not dare harbor the slightest thought of resistance.

In truth, Pilaf and his companions did not know they were extremely lucky.