Tights stood in front of the makeshift distribution point, clutching a list in her hand.
She hadn't even memorized the name of this planet yet, and the territory of the Sixth Branch was growing larger and larger.
She is currently engaged in post-war reconciliation work.
After all, these territories had previously been invaded by the Cooler Force and the Slug Army.
However, this job was easier than she had expected.
Before the invaders' spaceship even landed, Son Goku and Krillin arrived with reinforcements.
Therefore, these people only experienced some mild pre-war panic.
There was no substantial loss whatsoever.
This level of damage is hardly a disaster; at worst, it was just a false alarm.
Tights notes and sketches in the booklet.
Raditz followed behind her.
"Miss Tights, may I carry this box of supplies?"
"Need not."
"Shall I hold that list for you? You won't have your hands free when you're writing."
"Need not."
Raditz rubbed his hands together and leaned forward again.
"Really not? I'm strong; I can carry ten boxes with one hand."
Tights felt a little embarrassed.
This guy is supposedly Turles's brother, but Turles doesn't want to acknowledge him; he's just trying to get noticed by her.
So that one day she can speak well of him to Turles...
Just as she was about to offer another perfunctory reply, a sudden, inexplicable irritation rose in her chest.
This inexplicable blockage made her feel uneasy.
She looked up at the sky.
The sky on this planet was pale blue, cloudless, and perfectly clear.
But her unease grew stronger and stronger.
Is it because I've been traveling to too many planets lately and I'm exhausted?
" Tights?" Raditz noticed something was wrong. "You don't look well."
"It's nothing." She shook her head.
It seemed to be trying to dispel that unease.
A long queue formed at the distribution point.
Tights stepped forward herself.
"Rest assured, everyone, the reconstruction subsidies will arrive within three days, and every household will receive one."
"Regarding security, the Guardian Patrol Team will be stationed permanently, and the pirates will no longer come."
At this point, the people assigned to stir up emotions in the crowd began to exert their efforts.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, General!"
Tights could react, the public's emotions were stirred up.
In the face of real money, how much are emotions worth?
"The general is merciful!"
"Long live Frieza Force! Long live the general!"
Suddenly, the people in the front row cheered.
You could either touch the hem of her clothes to express your gratitude, or bow to the sky.
Tights could only try to maintain a smile.
"Alright, everyone, please calm down." She managed to keep her voice steady.
"I will convey your enthusiasm to the general."
The crowd then quieted down.
An old man shakily stuffed a basket of wild fruit into her arms, insisting that she accept it.
Tights instinctively took it.
She suddenly felt an urge to leave this place as soon as possible.
The enthusiastic crowd kept trying to give Tights things.
After that, Raditz either reached out to take it or postponed going back.
"Old man, I appreciate your kind gesture, Tights can't carry all of these things." He smiled warmly. "Alright, I'll keep the rest for the General and thank you all later."
The old man happily agreed.
On the way back.
Raditz then stepped forward to inquire further.
"Miss Tights, you do look a little unwell. Shall I have a soldier take you back to base to get checked out?"
This time, Tights didn't refuse; she wanted to go back and confirm some things...
Earth.
Kami's Lookout.
The Kami were pacing back and forth beside the pillars outside the temple.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
That sudden jolt also flashed through his mind.
The Kami reached into his robes and pulled out a palm-sized metal disc.
This is the communicator that Turles gave him before he left.
There was originally a steadily flashing green dot on the disk.
Now... the screen is completely black.
No matter how the Kami pressed or shook it, the green dot never lit up again.
The Kami's heart sank.
They realized something.
The Kami turned back.
" Mr. Popo."
Mr. Popo, who was originally guarding the entrance to the palace, immediately turned around when he heard the call.
His dark face revealed little expression.
When their eyes met.
Mr. Popo immediately understood.
He nodded and turned to walk into the hall.
The gaze of the Kami's Lookout drifted into the distance.
According to Turles and his agreement.
If the communicator loses contact, we must prepare for the worst-case scenario.
He knew a little about Turles's power.
The fact that Turles is so serious suggests that he has only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the vastness of the universe...
The Kami dared not think further.
Footsteps could be heard inside the hall.
Mr. Popo is back.
He held a large tray in both hands...
Inside were the Dragon Ball they had collected in advance...
The Kami and Mr. Popo dared not delay for even a moment.
Turles is Saiyan, and he has undoubtedly committed many evil deeds.
If it's too late, their souls might be wiped out by the Other World...
There won't be any way to deal with it then...
In the plaza of the Kami's Lookout, the seven Dragon Ball began to twinkle.
The clear sky instantly turned into night.
Dark clouds loomed overhead.
The Lookout was completely enveloped.
The beam of light twisted and swirled in mid-air, growing longer and longer.
Green scales appeared one by one, two long whiskers hung down from the clouds, and a pair of blood-red eyes opened, looking down at the entire Lookout.
This is the Eternal Dragon of Earth!
Compared to Porunga, it is more in line with conventional understanding of dragons!
"The creator of Dragon Ball!"
"You summoned me, what is your wish?"
Unexpectedly, the Kami did not approve of the Eternal Dragon's wish.
The Eternal Dragon's eyes flashed.
"This person cannot be resurrected; his soul does not exist in the Land of the Dead; he is not dead..."