Bulma, who was inside the house, immediately ran out after hearing the huge commotion outside and saw Piccolo lying on the ground.
"A... a Namekian!"
The moment Bulma saw Piccolo, she recognized who he was.
"Yeah!"
Roger nodded.
"Roger, why is there a collapsed Namekian here?"
"His name is Piccolo. He came to take revenge on me!"
"Revenge?"
"It's a long story. Simply put, I killed his father!"
"Why did you kill his father? Because his father was a huge villain who wanted to rule Earth!"
"A huge villain? Then is he still alive?"
"He is!"
"What do you plan to do with him?"
"Let him go. His dad was the bad one, not him!"
"That's true, but aren't you afraid he'll keep coming after you for revenge?"
"What's there to fear? He can't beat me anyway!"
Roger said with a smile.
After a while, Piccolo woke up. He rubbed the spot on his neck where he had been hit with his right hand.
"That hurts!"
As Piccolo spoke, he glanced around and spotted Roger sitting in the distance drinking orange juice.
"You're awake?"
Roger said.
Piccolo snorted coldly and rose from the grass.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"You wanted me to kill you?"
"Then why did you kill my father?"
"Your father committed countless evils. Shouldn't he have been killed?"
"Then aren't you afraid I'll commit countless evils too?"
Piccolo asked.
"If you want to follow in your father's footsteps, I can grant you that wish too. But if that happens, you'll only be able to leave revenge to your son!"
"Hmph!"
Piccolo snorted coldly.
"If that day really comes, I won't leave behind any descendants!
Roger, I'll come back for revenge. The next time we meet, I'll definitely kill you with my own hands!"
"I'll be waiting!"