Mr. and Mrs. Brief had not come to the party.
In their words, why would they want to go to a party for young people?
This time, Goku had even invited Piccolo. Piccolo had said no, but had come along in the end.
Hmph, it's all for that thing that can make me stronger, Piccolo thought.
It was already late, and everyone at the party had eaten and drunk their fill and started shooting the breeze. Only Goku and Aku, the two gluttons, were still eating barbecue.
Bulma had taken Kid Gohan back to rest some time ago.
"Hey, Goku, I hear a lot of men are at the bottom of the pecking order at home after they get married. What do you say?" A slightly drunk Krillin looked at Goku with a mischievous grin.
Knowing Goku, he was sure Goku spoiled Bulma and couldn't have much standing at home.
"Krillin, what's with that look? You think I'm at the bottom of the pecking order at home?"
Goku felt insulted and hurriedly put down the barbecue in his hand.
"I'm telling you, I'm not bragging. At home, I do whatever I want. Has there ever been a single thing I begged Bulma to do that she didn't? I'm not just at the top of the household pecking order-I'm the emperor of the house!" Goku acted as though he alone reigned supreme under the heavens.
Just then, the gravity bracelet on Goku's wrist vibrated. He looked down and saw that Bulma was calling.
"Ahem, my wife is calling. I'll step aside to answer it. You all carry on."
Goku made a show of coughing twice, then went more than ten meters away. He answered the voice call, turned the volume down as low as it would go, and held his ear close as he asked in a careful whisper.
"Hello, Bulma, what is it?"
"What is it? Do you know what time it is? You're still over there drinking, eating meat, and bragging? Get back here already! Does Gohan get to sleep or not? He's insisting that you come put him to bed!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right back."
Goku hung up and glanced at Krillin and the others. Thinking they probably hadn't heard, he walked back with his head high, chest out, and stomach pulled in.
"You guys keep talking. Bulma needs me for something, so I'm going back to the house for a bit."
With that, Goku flew back to the room through the balcony.
Once Goku was gone, the others could no longer hold it in. They were all professionally trained and wouldn't laugh unless they really couldn't help it, but the point was, they really couldn't help it.
The emperor of the house? More like the little brother of the house!
Goku had planned for everything, but he had overlooked one thing: Piccolo's hearing was exceptionally sharp.
A quarter of an hour later, Goku came out carrying six gravity bracelets.
When Goku reached the dining table, he noticed everyone looking at him strangely and couldn't help feeling curious.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing. I just thought of something funny," Krillin replied, holding back his laughter.
"What's wrong with you guys? These are gravity bracelets. They're a huge help in increasing your Power Level-I've tested them myself. They can go up to 300 times gravity, but you'd better start at ten times and work your way up slowly."
Goku handed the gravity bracelets to the others and explained after they took them.
After three years of training, even Yamcha's Power Level was nearly 1,000, while Krillin and Tien Shinhan had long since passed 1,000 and were approaching 2,000.
That was to say nothing of Aku, whose Power Level had already reached 50,000.
Piccolo had trained on his own for the past three years, but he had also improved quickly, his Power Level rising from just over 1,000 to more than 3,000.
Goku thought that now they had the gravity bracelets, their Power Levels ought to increase by tens of thousands over the next two years, at the very least.
After they spent another hour or so shooting the breeze, the party finally came to an end.
It was now deep into the night, and the vast river of stars shimmered in the sky. Goku returned to the room and lay down on the bed. Bulma was already asleep, with Son Gohan between them.
Before long, Goku fell asleep as well.
Two years later, a round spaceship fell from the sky like a meteorite.
Boom!!!
The spaceship landed in a field, kicking up a great cloud of dust.
A farmer spotted it. Out of curiosity, he drove his car to the edge of the impact crater, then picked up a hunting rifle and cautiously walked over.
Not far away, Piccolo, who had been invited to a party by Son Goku, sensed an unfamiliar Ki and changed direction to fly over.
"Click."
With a noise, the hatch opened wide, and a muscular man stepped out. His hair reached his waist, and a tail was wrapped around it.
"Is this the planet Kakarot was sent to? The environment isn't bad."
Raditz spoke after surveying his surroundings.
"I wonder if Kakarot has conquered this planet."
While Raditz was still thinking, a voice interrupted him.
"Wh-who are you?" The farmer pointed his gun at Raditz and asked in a trembling voice.
Raditz looked at the farmer. The numbers on the scanner before his eye flickered, finally stopping at five.
"Hah, just trash with a Power Level of five, and you dare point a weapon at me?" Raditz's tone was distinctly hostile.
Bang!
The farmer was so frightened that he accidentally pulled the trigger. A scorching bullet cut through the air and flew toward Raditz.
Raditz casually caught it, crushed it flat, and released it.
"Clack!"
The flattened bullet fell to the ground. Raditz looked at the farmer with disdain.
Just then, the scanner before his eye suddenly flickered and pointed toward the sky.
Raditz looked up and saw a green-skinned guy hovering in the air, watching him.
The number on the scanner jumped to 500. Seeing it, Raditz curled his lips into a cold smile.
"Heh, a little piece of trash with a Power Level of only 500 dares act so cocky? Get down here!"
With that, he formed an energy blast in his hand and hurled it at Piccolo.
Piccolo had already noticed the tail behind Raditz. He was wondering whether the man had some connection to Son Goku when an energy blast came hurtling at him.
Piccolo sneered and stood quietly in place, letting the energy blast strike him.
Boom!!!
A cloud of smoke rose.
"Hahaha, trash! A Power Level of 500, and you dare act so arrogant in front of me, with my Power Level of 1,500! You're asking to die!" Raditz roared with laughter, paying no attention to the farmer fleeing in his car.
"Is that so? It's not certain who the little piece of trash is yet." A voice rang out beside Raditz's ear.
"What?"
"Ah!"
Before Raditz could react, Piccolo punched him in the stomach, his fist sinking deep. Raditz spat up a mouthful of bitter fluid and fell to the ground.
Piccolo didn't care whether Raditz had any connection to Goku. At worst, he would just go a little easier on him. He would subdue Raditz first, then ask Son Goku.
"Wh-what? N-no, impossible! Your Power Level is only 500!" Raditz struggled to get up from the ground.
Hearing this, Piccolo smiled and said, "Let me tell you something. If we measure it by the Power Level you're talking about, mine is 38,000!"