Planet Namek.
"Really! If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have come here with you!"
Bulma angrily kicked the pebbles away from his feet. The pebbles drew an arc in the air and finally fell to the ground silently.
His face was full of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
Krillin and Son Gohan looked at each other with helplessness and embarrassment in their eyes.
They understand in their hearts that Bulma's anxiety and dissatisfaction are not without reason.
At this time, Planet Namek, the silence was suffocating, and the waiting time seemed to be lengthening mercilessly, making people breathless.
"Ah~ It's so boring," Bulma sighed, with a hint of anxiety in his voice, "Maki hopes to go somewhere else. I don't know if Goku has defeated those evil enemies."
Her brows were furrowed, and the waiting time made her feel extremely tortured.
Before, during the time when Tien Shinhan and the others left.
Bulma also learned from Krillin that the other group of people who collected Dragon Ball were a group of evil people.
At first, she felt panicked, but then she thought of Son Goku's presence, and her anxiety calmed down a little.
In addition, Piccolo, the former demon king, was by her side, so she felt a little bit safe.
However, the boredom of waiting still made her feel bored. She did not dare to move around for fear of meeting those bad people.
After all, Krillin cannot protect her. As for Son Gohan, he is still a child.
Thinking of these, Bulma felt a little more depressed.
He found a random stone and sat down, supporting his chin with his hands, and his thoughts surged like a tide.
Her eyes wandered in the air, silently praying for the return of Son Goku, longing for that familiar figure to defeat the evil villain.
Time passed quietly and unconsciously, Krillin finally broke the silence, his voice was low and solemn:
"Gohan, do you feel it?"
"Hmm!"
Son Gohan nodded slightly, and the expression on his face instantly became solemn.
His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked around alertly.
"Uncle Krillin, there is a strange smell approaching us."
The two people immediately jumped up from the ground and became alert.
"Bulma! Go back to the spaceship and hide."
This sentence was like a wake-up call, interrupting Bulma's fantasy.
"Ah?!"
Bulma exclaimed, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, what happened?"
Although she asked, she did not hesitate at all. She quickly ran towards the spacecraft, as if being chased by something, and stuck her head out on the door frame, trying to see clearly what was going on outside.
Krillin, Son Gohan:"..."
Krillin withdrew his gaze, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, and said to Son Gohan:
"Gohan, be careful later, that aura is unfathomable."
He secretly thought, if they encounter enemies, can they resist?
Son Gohan nodded, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
His hands clenched into fists and his body trembled slightly, ready to deal with the coming enemy at any time.
After a period of training on the spaceship, Krillin's combat power has reached 4100, while Son Gohan has also improved to 4200 while learning and practicing at the same time.
Piccolo originally wanted to train Son Gohan strictly to stimulate his potential, but Son Goku said it was not necessary.
Since his biological father said so, it was natural that he, the godfather, would not be able to say anything more.
At this moment, in the distant sky, Nail was speeding towards him, his figure cutting through Sky Manipulation like Inazuma.
Not long after, he landed firmly in front of Krillin and the others, with a serious look on his face.
"Uncle Piccolo?"
Son Gohan looked at Nail's face and shouted in surprise, the doubts in his eyes surged like waves.
Krillin was also a little surprised when he saw this.
However, after sensing the breath for a moment, he knew that the person in front of him was not Piccolo.
He frowned and said in a calm yet vigilant tone, "Who are you?"
"I am not Piccolo, my name is Nail, and I am the guard of Grand Elder." Nail smiled slightly, with a hint of firmness in his tone, "You are friends from Earth, right? Grand Elder wants to see you."
"Grand Elder? Did you know we were coming?"
Krillin frowned and stared at Nail with some confusion.
"It's better to wait until all your companions have arrived before I can explain."
"Please tell them to come over quickly. Now is not the time to meet that group of people." Nail's tone revealed a hint of urgency.
He was very afraid in his heart that these friends coming from Earth would encounter Frieza them.
Krillin shook his head regretfully, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "I'm very sorry, I can't contact Goku and them."
Nail was about to continue speaking when he suddenly froze and a smile appeared on his face.
"No need, your friend is back."
His eyes were cast to the sky.
Sure enough, in the distance Sky Manipulation, four figures streaked past like meteors, approaching quickly.
Their breath is like the long-lost wind, inspiring.
Several people held the shining Dragon Ball in their arms, and landed steadily on the ground, with dust flying, as if cheering for their return.
"Yo! Krillin!"
Son Goku's voice was as bright as the sun, instantly dispelling the haze in Krillin's heart.
"Goku! You are finally back!"
A bright smile broke out on Krillin's face, and his eyes shone with excitement, as if he had regained his long-lost hope.
When Bulma on the spaceship saw Son Goku, a warm current surged in his heart, and he ran over in surprise, with a smile as bright as a flower on his face.
It's different from their happy greetings.
However, in stark contrast to their laughter and laughter, Piccolo had a cold face, with his arms folded and his eyes as sharp as a knife staring at Nail.
"Namekian?"
Nail looked at Piccolo and smiled slightly, showing some indifference on his face.
"It seems that you are another Piccolo."
At this moment, the conversation between the two interrupted the joy of reunion of others, and the atmosphere became solemn for an instant.
Piccolo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of disdain, "Humph! I am me, and that old man is that old man."
"I thought there was something different about this planet, but it turned out that I couldn't even defeat some of the enemies."
Piccolo is obviously very smart, but I don't know why whenever he mentions Kami, he loses his mind a little and the words he speaks changes.
Krillin couldn't help but frown and thought to himself, "This guy has started again. There is really nothing we can do."
"Okay, okay, Piccolo, don't say that."
Son Goku smiled honestly and tried to smooth things over.
"It's okay."
Nail didn't care about this, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing in his heart that Piccolo actually had a warm heart hidden under his cold appearance.
He changed the topic and his tone became serious. "This is not the place to talk. Come with me to Grand Elder's place."
"Only Grand Elder and Wumu know the ins and outs of everything."
"Wumu?!"
Everyone exclaimed, with surprise and confusion in their eyes.
It's Wumu again!
"Yeah! Let's talk about it on the way!"
Nail said as he flew into the air, looking down at them, his eyes like torches, seeming to be calling them.
The remaining people looked at each other for a few times, with a tacit understanding in their hearts, and then nodded in agreement.
Just as everyone was preparing to take off, the voice of Son Gohan sounded.
"What should we do with Aunt Bulma?"
I forgot that she can't fly.
Son Goku did not hesitate, and the princess immediately picked up Bulma resolutely, with neat and firm movements.
"Sorry, Bulma." After saying that, he turned to look at Krillin.
"Krillin, put away the spaceship."
Krillin nodded, walked to the spacecraft, and pressed the button.
With a soft sound, the spacecraft instantly changed back to Capsule, and he picked it up easily, with skillful and smooth movements.
Then, everyone followed Nail and flew towards Grand Elder. In Sky Manipulation, several figures passed by like meteors, leaving dazzling trajectories.
Bulma was in Son Goku's arms, looking at him blankly, with a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes.
Son Goku seemed to notice her gaze, lowered his head and asked:
"What's wrong? Bulma, is there something on my face?"
"Yeah~"
Bulma shook his head, a smile blooming on his face.
"Mr. Son, it's still the same as before!"
Still so reliable...
Her heart was filled with warmth and dependence, as if at this moment, time stood still and all her worries disappeared with the wind.