What It Means for Combat Power to Collapse

Deep in the mountains, cooking smoke curled upward.

Old Son Gohan hunched over, carefully stirring the wild vegetable soup in the pot until a few Oil Spots surfaced. Beside him sat a green-skinned youth with his arms folded, his face full of disdain that said, "This can be called food?"

Such a scene should never have existed in this world.

After all, Son Gohan was dead, and Piccolo, the Demon Clan's son, had an awful temperament. The two of them should never have been together.

The only reason this scene existed was because of Fang Yu.

"Wait a little longer, Piccolo. It'll be ready soon." Gohan had not even finished speaking.

Piccolo suddenly looked up, his cold eyes fixed on a seemingly empty cliff above.

Without thinking, he raised a hand and fired an Energy Wave!

The emerald beam tore through the air with a piercing shriek, shooting straight toward its target.

Boom—!!!

The cliff exploded, sending shattered rocks flying everywhere. Through the swirling dust, a figure in a tight battle suit lightly jumped down, landing without a sound.

The red light on the monocular scanner over his face flickered. It swept over the stunned Son Gohan before settling on Piccolo, and a hint of surprise flashed through his scarlet pupils.

"Hm?" Raditz's brow furrowed as irritation filled his voice. "Why is there Namekian trash on this backwater Low-Level Planet?"

"Trash?"

Piccolo's face instantly darkened to an even deeper green, veins bulging across his forehead.

This freak who had suddenly appeared dared to insult him?!

His rage instantly burned through his reason. Without another word, he fired an even fiercer Energy Cannon straight at Raditz's face!

He looked as if he wanted to blast Raditz and the entire mountain behind him into nothing.

Yet Raditz merely raised a hand casually,