The sun shines through the dark clouds, casting a faint light that shines on Zarbon's face.
His combat power stayed at 42,000, but at this moment, his eyes were flashing with a crazy and stubborn light, as if he wanted to tear Piccolo into pieces.
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"
Zarbon's voice vibrated in the air like thunder, and the angry roar echoed endlessly.
"You've seen me in this posture, you deserve to die!"
He roared angrily, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he instantly rushed towards Piccolo.
But just when he thought he could kill him with one blow, Piccolo flashed like Gui Mei, leaving a blurry afterimage and easily dodged his attack.
Zarbon's heart sank, and he looked at the emptiness in front of him in disbelief.
"Too slow!"
Piccolo raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and followed him like a shadow, instantly appearing on the side of Zarbon.
He swung out his fist and hit Zarbon hard on the side of the face.
At that moment, Zarbon felt a sharp pain, and his whole body flew out like a kite with its string broken, hitting the hard ground, causing dust to fly and scatter in all directions.
"Damn it!"
Zarbon cursed in his heart and endured the pain, his cheeks were burning.
He quickly adjusted his posture and prepared to fight back again, with unwilling anger igniting in his heart.
But before his body was completely stable, Piccolo was already following closely behind him, catching up quickly.
Piccolo's palm grabbed his head like an iron pincer, and the powerful force made Zarbon almost unable to resist.
"Incompetent and furious guy!"
Piccolo said coldly, with disdain shining in his eyes, as if he was looking at a vulnerable insect.
Zarbon felt a sense of humiliation in his heart, and he struggled desperately, trying to get rid of Piccolo's control.
"Open it for me!"
He suddenly struggled hard, as if Binding Vow wanted to completely break his shackles.
At this moment, Zarbon burst out with all his energy, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble with his anger.
Piccolo was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he returned to indifference, thinking to himself:
"It's almost time to send him on his way."
"Masenko!"
Zarbon was still gasping for breath after bursting out all his breath.
Looking at the Masenko coming at me, my mind went blank and I forgot to dodge.
"Ah!"
With a heart-rending scream, Zarbon was hit and instantly turned into ashes, dissipating into the air together with his unwilling anger and struggle.
"Damn Frieza!"
Son Goku is a little angry.
"He actually plans to arrest Namekian. What on earth does this guy want to do?"
"No matter what he plans to do, we must defeat him now."
Tien Shinhan analyzed calmly, frowning and looking at Son Goku with burning eyes.
Now that all of them have become stronger, Son Goku also has 160,000 combat points. With Kaioken, he should be able to defeat Frieza.
"Let's go, Piccolo should have taken care of those two guys."
"Yeah!"
The others nodded and flew in the direction of Piccolo.
Just as they were about to leave, Nail suddenly stopped them with a serious expression.
"I want to go with you too."
"And me!"
Dende followed closely behind. Although his voice was weak, it was full of determination.
As this generation of the Dragon Clan type Namekian, although they are not very good at fighting, their auxiliary abilities can help them.
Son Goku hesitated for a moment.
Finally, he nodded.
"Okay then, let's go together!"
Several people quickly flew in the direction of Piccolo, leaving Frieza Force corpses and those rescued Namekian all over the ground. They lowered their heads and prayed.
"Oh! Piccolo, thank you!"
Son Goku flew next to Piccolo with a sincere smile on his face.
"Hmph!"
Piccolo turned his head and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Seeing Son Goku's damn smile, it was really hard for him to accept it, and he couldn't help but think to himself:
"This guy is really hopeless. He still only knows how to have fun!"
"Let's go, Piccolo, we decided to go meet Frieza now."
Son Goku patted Piccolo on the shoulder.
Piccolo shook his shoulders with a look of disgust.
"What happened to that kid?"
Piccolo turned to Nail with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Dende knows healing skills and can be of great help to us at critical moments. I will protect him when the time comes."
Nail explained.
After Grand Elder's memory transfer, Piccolo gradually understood that there are many types of Namekian, all of which were born from Grand Elder.
Among them, Dragon Clan is now only Dende, and there is also the complete body of Kami and Piccolo.
The representative of the combat type is Nail, and the representative of the auxiliary type is Moori (the future second generation Grand Elder.)
"Whatever you want."
Piccolo didn't say anything more, but he secretly kept a thought in his heart.
He knew in his heart that if Dende was really in danger, he would never stand idly by.
Nail shook his head, with a helpless smile on his lips.
He sighed in his heart, there was a huge difference between getting along with Piccolo and getting along with Kami.
Piccolo's arrogance and indifference made him feel helpless, but he also knew that this was exactly Piccolo's personality.
In this case, the matter is finished.
Everyone burst into anger and followed Son Goku towards Frieza.
He was the only one present who could sense that far away.
"King Frieza!"
"Fulfilling our mission, Ginyu Force brings you three Dragon Ball."
Ginyu raised a proud smile.
He slowly placed the three Dragon Ball in front of Frieza. The sunlight shone on them, reflecting the dazzling light, as if to declare their preciousness to Frieza.
Frieza was sitting on the stroller, looking curiously at Dragon Ball in front of him.
Then a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a joyful smile.
"Hoohohohohoho, you really deserve to be Captain Ginyu."
"Thank you King Frieza for the compliment, but this is the joint credit of us Ginyu Force."
Ginyu bowed slightly, his eyes shining with respect for Frieza.
"Okay, okay! Tell me what reward you need."
There was a hint of excitement in Frieza's voice, as if he was looking forward to Ginyu's answer.
"We don't need anything, we just hope to have more dances to please you in the future."
There was a hint of humility in Ginyu's words, but in his heart he was secretly thinking about what kind of dance he should dance next.
Frieza's mouth couldn't help but twitch, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Although he felt a little speechless at Ginyu's answer, he still said reluctantly:
"Okay..."
"By the way! King Frieza, when we were looking for Dragon Ball, we caught the monkey Vegeta."
"He unexpectedly wants to get involved in Dragon Ball, hahahahaha..."
Ginyu smiled slightly sarcastically, with a somewhat contemptuous tone.
"Oh?" Frieza was slightly startled, with a flash of interest in his eyes, "What about others?"
Bang! A loud noise came, and Recoome was seen holding Vegeta in one hand, bringing him to Frieza, then throwing him away, and Vegeta fell heavily to the ground.
"Hoo hoo hoo...Vegeta, I heard that you are going to betray me?" Frieza looked at Vegeta on the ground with a joking look on his face, his tone full of ridicule and disdain.
Vegeta struggled to get up from the ground, anger and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and stared hard at Frieza, vowing to himself that he would become Super Saiyan and make this hateful guy pay the price.
However, at this time, his strength was far inferior to that of Frieza, so he could only endure it for the time being.
"I... I don't have it, King Frieza."
Vegeta lowered his head and said unwillingly.
Frieza looked at Vegeta, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
With a crooked smile, your life or death is uncertain.
Others are urban dragon kings, but you, King Frieza, are the authentic real estate kings of the universe.
He knew the anger in Vegeta's heart, but this was exactly the result he wanted.
He likes to see others succumb to his pressure, and this feeling makes him feel extremely happy.