Clatter
Son Goku slammed the half-roasted beast leg he was holding directly into the white porcelain plate, scalding hot meat juices splashing all over the back of his hand.
He forgot to chew the steamed bun stuffed in his mouth; his cheeks froze on the spot, and his whole face instantly fell.
"What did you say?!"
He slammed his hand on the round table, making dozens of empty plates rattle and clatter.
"Hmph, all that shouting and yelling, it's so noisy."
A very familiar nasal voice suddenly drifted into the open square outside the Lookout.
A gentle breeze drifted into the corridor, Piccolo, draped in his heavy white cloak, stepped across the threshold from the sunlight outside.
Mr. Popo stood by the table with a teapot in his hand, looking at the two of them, before slowly uttering the second half of his sentence.
" The Kami went to find Piccolo... and they merged."
There are no Kami left on Earth now, only Planet Namek warriors who have returned to their original, complete form.
He slumped his shoulders, patted his chest to catch his breath, and turned to Mr. Popo, muttering under his breath.
" Mr. Popo! Can't you just finish what you're saying? You scared me to death!"
Meanwhile, Vegeta silently stared at Piccolo...
Son Goku also dropped his playful grin, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and walked half a circle around Piccolo, looking him up and down.
"Wow... Piccolo, you're completely different now!"
Son Goku rubbed the bristling hairs on his arms, grinned, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"Just being this close to you makes my skin feel tight all over. Just how strong have you become?"
"Speaking of which... you merged with the Kami... so now, are you still Piccolo or not?"
"Or is it a Kami?"
Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest. "I used to be a Namekian without a name!"
"But on Earth!"
My name!
"Let's call him Piccolo!"
Piccolo stopped, looked down at his hands, and slowly clenched his fists.
The true bloodline talent of the son of Katatz, combined with the vision and wisdom accumulated by the Kami over the past few hundred years, has been completely twisted into a single force within him.
"Is that so..." Son Goku nodded.
"The two of you, you actually had a day together...?"
"Just being this close to you makes my skin feel tight all over. Just how strong have you become?"
"Want to know?"
Piccolo raised his chin slightly, turned around, and walked directly towards the square outside the hall.
"Just!"
I want to know too!
Without a word, Son Goku took off after him, while Vegeta snorted and followed closely behind.
The three walked one after the other to the open plaza at the edge of the Lookout, keeping a distance of more than ten meters between each other.
Piccolo didn't even get into a starting stance; he simply jerked his shoulders back.
Snap!
The heavy white cloak and headscarf behind him were torn into strips by the shockwave that exploded from his body, and they fluttered in the wind.
A golden-orange light shone from beneath his green skin, making him appear even more imposing!
Son Goku and Vegeta exchanged a glance, and two extremely refined golden flames shot into the sky, transforming into two golden beams that rushed directly towards Piccolo, the Orange Piccolo, from the left and right!
The shockwave exploded at the point where the three people met, causing the entire Kami's Lookout to shake violently.
Three figures collided at high speed in the center of the square.
Within a dozen or so breaths, the three had exchanged over a hundred blows in that small space, the dull thuds of their impacts echoing throughout the room.
Bang!
Another head-on exchange of punches and kicks, the violent recoil shoving all three of them away simultaneously.
Piccolo slid back five or six meters, his shoes landing firmly on the ground; Son Goku and Vegeta flipped in mid-air and landed on the edge of the steps ten meters away.
"Hahaha! That's great!"
Son Goku bent down, vigorously rubbing his numb right calf, and grinned as he laughed heartily.
" Piccolo, your body is as hard as iron right now! Your kicks almost cracked my bones!"
Vegeta, standing nearby, turned his head to the side, secretly shaking his aching and swollen right forearm, and let out a heavy snort.
Although they refused to admit defeat verbally, there was no way they could do anything about Piccolo. This Namekian's current strength was enough to make him fully qualified to challenge the top powerhouses in the universe!
Son Goku straightened up, his smile fading, and turned to look at Vegeta beside him.
Vegeta happened to turn his head as well, and their eyes met in mid-air.
Piccolo has already come this far; it's the consensus they reached in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!
We mustn't fall behind!
Meanwhile, in the vast sea of stars.
A disc-shaped spaceship bearing the insignia of Frieza Force is speeding along, leaving a long blue trail of flame.
Inside the main cockpit, Cheelai stared at the floating star map screen in front of him, tapped his fingers twice on the virtual keyboard, and turned his head with a puzzled look at the red line that was clearly off the regular course.
" Lemo, we're heading the wrong way. Aren't we going back to the legion base?"
Lemo, sitting in the driver's seat with his hands firmly gripping the control stick, shook his head upon hearing this and lowered his voice.
"We're not going back to base, we're going straight to Planet Yardrat!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a screeching sound came from the metal seat in the shadows of the back row.
Paragus suddenly opened his single eye.
Not going back to base?
Why go to Planet Yardrat?
"What's going on?!"
"I'm warning you! Don't lead us astray in space! If you try anything funny, I can't guarantee I'll still trust you!"
Broly, sitting in the back corner, shrank back.
He shifted his feet nervously, glancing first at Lemo and Cheelai in the front row, then stealing a glance at his father.
Despite Paragus's spittle-flecked threats, Lemo didn't even flinch from the control stick.
He slowly pressed the autopilot lock button, then turned halfway around and looked up to meet Paragus's bloodshot single eye.
"Mr. Paragus, we didn't just wander off."
Lemo pointed to the encrypted commands on the communicator, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.
"This is the latest voyage order personally given to us by Dr. Gero! We are going directly to see General Turles!"
At this point, Lemo paused deliberately, glancing over Paragus's shoulder at Broly, who was cowering in the back row.
"I heard that the general wants to see him in person!"
Before Paragus could even respond, Cheelai in the passenger seat became agitated.
"What?! Lemo, you're not kidding, are you?!"
"You mean we're going straight to see the general now? Am I dreaming? Soldiers of our rank actually have the chance to stand before a general?!"
"Calm down! I've already made myself clear. The general is here to see Broly, not specifically to see the two of us!"
Upon hearing this, Paragus was slightly taken aback, and then became somewhat nervous.
This general is said to be Legendary Super Saiyan!
Are we really going to have to face him so soon?
Will Broly be able to gain his trust and be given important responsibilities...?