Chapter 119: Earth's Repeated Calamities
Just as Turles planned visiting Earth to relax, Earth currently faced a crisis.
Currently in Earth's outer space, a massive spaceship spanned across the starry sky. Even the sun behind this spaceship appeared somewhat small.
Inside the spaceship.
King Cold sat on his throne. One hand propped his chin. His other hand continuously tapped the armrest. Crimson eyes appreciated the still-relatively-beautiful planet before him.
"Beliblu, are you certain your information is correct? Earth truly has methods resurrecting people?"
Suddenly, King Cold's majestic voice rang out, making all soldiers on this spaceship shiver involuntarily, standing even straighter.
However, one person was an exception—a short, middle-aged alien with blue skin.
She slowly walked from behind King Cold. First bowing slightly to him, she straightened, explaining:
"Your Majesty, our universe informants sent news. That Vegeta brat clearly already died on Red Stone. Yet recently he appeared on Earth. Now he's staying on Red Stone. So I speculate—this planet called Earth must also be able to revive Lord Frieza!"
Speaking to the end, the middle-aged alien couldn't help becoming excited.
Beliblu—Frieza's nanny and military elder. Also Frieza's previously relied-upon strategist.
Heaven knew how shocked she felt learning Lord Frieza fell on Red Stone. She clearly understood how powerful Frieza was.
But no matter how many people she sent investigating Frieza's news, the final results were identical. This left Beliblu constantly unable to accept it.
But heaven never bars one's way. Recently, subordinates reported Vegeta appearing on Red Stone. This made her realize—perhaps Red Stone's people mastered some revival method.
After multiple investigations, she finally found the reason. All of it lay on this remote planet before them.
"Frieza..."
Hearing Beliblu's words, King Cold couldn't help releasing a sigh.
This youngest son on whom he placed great hopes—from birth, displayed battle power and talent far exceeding other Frost Demons. Even once made him want naming his branch tribe after Frieza.
Frieza hadn't disappointed him. Since taking over his forces, in just a few years, Frieza Legion expanded throughout North Galaxy.
But such an outstanding son suddenly died. Yet he didn't even dare avenging his son.
Because that Saiyan—being able to defeat Frieza—definitely could also easily defeat him. So after learning Frieza's death, his first thought was hiding on Frost Demon's planet.
If not for Beliblu this time confidently stating she had methods reviving Frieza, he absolutely wouldn't have emerged.
Of course, King Cold didn't have great fatherly love toward his youngest son Frieza. Rather, he now needed Frieza protecting him.
Ever since Turles made Red Stone Saiyans cooperate with Galactic Patrol, many universe forces suffered varying degrees of attacks. Among them, Frieza Legion was a key target.
After all, regardless—Planet Vegeta was destroyed by Frieza. Saiyans targeting Frieza's former subordinates for revenge wasn't strange.
But this way, King Cold couldn't sit still. He didn't know whether Red Stone's expert had ideas eliminating him. But he didn't dare entrusting his life to enemy mercy.
So after hearing Beliblu's news, King Cold led his few remaining subordinates to Earth—just to revive his son.
He believed after this death, Frieza recognized that beyond heaven are heavens, beyond people are people.
As long as Frieza could be revived—with Frieza's talent, as long as he trained devotedly—not only could he protect King Cold well, even further completely annihilating Saiyans wasn't impossible.
"Saiyans!"
Thinking to the end, King Cold murmured this fated enemy of Frost Demon race. Killing intent like substance emanated from his body.
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Earth.
"What happened? Why did the sky darken? Is it an eclipse?"
"Never heard of it. Could Dr. Briefs be conducting some experiment?"
"Forget it, forget it. Wait a bit—maybe it'll pass shortly!"
"Wait, what's that?"
"What?"
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Heavenly Realm. Krillin, Piccolo—these Z-fighters had all gathered here. Currently, everyone closed their eyes. Cold sweat continuously seeped from foreheads.
"Such terrifying aura!"
"Yes! This powerful aura—even Goku's clansman previously didn't have this!"
"Moreover, this aura's cold, bloody taste—how could such an evil person come to Earth? Could it be another Saiyan like Vegeta?"
"Impossible! I heard from Goku—now all Saiyans have already gathered on Red Stone. No more Saiyans scattered outside. Moreover, Saiyan auras have begun purifying this past year."
"Then... who is this?"
Krillin and Yamcha—sensing this aura suddenly visiting Earth in their minds—continuously speculated the newcomer's identity.
But one point they confirmed—this visitor came with ill intent.
Currently, Goku wasn't on Earth. Even though their strength greatly improved, before this aura's master, they still paled in comparison.
At this moment, Kami slowly walked before Piccolo. Looking at this Piccolo—much younger than him, but with strength already far exceeding his own.
"Piccolo, have you already met Grand Elder?"
After staring at Piccolo for some time, Kami spoke, asking Piccolo. Eyes revealing a trace of expectation.
Piccolo slowly opened his eyes. Looking at this extremely aged face before him, then at the large "God" character on his chest—eyes somewhat complex.
"Mm!"
After quite a while, Piccolo's mouth produced one word. Then he again closed his eyes.
Hearing Piccolo's answer, Kami's face showed a gratified smile—like unloading some burden.
"Piccolo, if... I agreed fusing with you, would you... afterward protect Earth?"
Swish!
Piccolo abruptly opened his eyes. Slowly turning his head, watching Kami—already silent, just seriously watching him.
Both stared at each other like this. Piccolo's heart somewhat disbelieved. But his eyes truly revealed a trace of longing.
Previously, due to Turles's arrival, Piccolo's dream of world domination directly shattered. Because Turles's strength was too powerful. Even his arrogant self knew—as long as Turles existed, he couldn't possibly rule Earth.
Plus, as second-generation Demon King, the original King's demonic energy already had minimal influence on him.
So even after Turles left Earth—even Goku's aura hadn't appeared for long—he didn't think about conquering Earth, ruling the world. Rather, he continuously stayed in wastelands, training devotedly.
Because of this, Kami—always watching him from above—found him. Told him his origins. Even had Dr. Briefs repair the spaceship Kami rode arriving on Earth, giving it to him.
Initially, Piccolo somewhat disbelieved Kami's words. But thinking of Turles's strength, he ultimately still rode the spaceship to Planet Namek.
Now hearing Kami's words, Piccolo felt somewhat tempted. On Planet Namek, he'd seen how powerful complete combat-type Namekians were. Even Grand Elder—after seeing him—regretted his incomplete talent.
Now, as long as he fused with Kami, his talent could recover. Then his battle power would definitely have tremendous improvement.
But Piccolo—inheriting first-generation Demon King's memories—suspicion was his nature. So even tempted, Piccolo still had concerns.
Seemingly seeing Piccolo's suspicion, Kami sighed inwardly, explaining aloud: "Piccolo, I'm old. My body can barely hold on. Now Earth faces unknown enemies. Currently, only you can save Earth!"
"As expected!"
Piccolo thought inwardly. He'd guessed this old man wouldn't be so kind—treating him as savior.
"You've found the wrong person. I'm Piccolo Demon King. Saving the world isn't something Demon Kings should do."
Somehow, just seeing Kami's compassionate appearance, Piccolo felt sincere anger.
Initially, to inherit the Heavenly God position, Kami could easily separate part of himself. When first-generation Demon King ravaged the world, he taught Master Mutaito the Mafuba—directly sealing first-generation King in a rice cooker for hundreds of years.
But he clearly knew—as long as he ended his own life, first-generation Demon King sharing his life would die. Yet he didn't. Finally, just sacrificed a mortal's life.
Now too—clearly could explain things clearly. Yet still used fusion as a reason negotiating with him.
"God? You disgust me!"
Piccolo left this statement, then again closed his eyes. Seemingly completely unconcerned with Kami's proposal.
Little knowing—after Piccolo closed his eyes, Kami finally completely relaxed. He could now confirm—this Piccolo truly was different.
"Kami?"
Popo beside him—seeing this scene—looked at Kami somewhat worried. His eyes also began moistening.
Seeing this, Kami just shook his head at Popo. Then placed his hand on Piccolo's shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
Piccolo opened his eyes. Watching Kami's action, a guess flashed through his heart.
"Hehe, Piccolo—all along, I was wrong. Now, it's your turn guarding this world!"
After speaking, Kami's body slowly leaned toward Piccolo. Piccolo's body also transmitted absorbing force—seemingly wanting to completely pull Kami inside.
"You!"
Piccolo—both shocked and angry—widened his eyes watching the gradually approaching Kami.
But once fusion began, it couldn't stop. Piccolo could only watch helplessly as Kami's body and his own slowly merged into one.
"Kami!"
"What happened? Did Piccolo's demonic nature erupt again?"
"Not good!"
Awakened by Piccolo's exclamation, several people—the moment they opened their eyes—saw this scene. Immediately becoming alert. Krillin and Tien even began erupting their auras, charging toward Piccolo's direction.
Bang!
Before both could charge before Piccolo, powerful aura erupted from Piccolo's body. The stirred winds directly knocked both back.
"This—"
Both stabilized their forms. Exchanging glances, they saw shock in each other's eyes.
Currently, Piccolo's aura continuously rose. His white cape behind him fluttered loudly. Then white aura enveloped his entire body. Moreover, the aura's range continuously expanded.
Piccolo never felt as powerful as this moment. Even on Planet Namek—when Grand Elder guided and stimulated his potential—the improvement wasn't as tremendous as now.
He clenched both fists tightly. Eyes flickering with brilliance. Next second, he suddenly raised his head. His body directly flew toward Heavenly Realm's sky.
At this moment, Yamcha recovered from the unexpected change. Watching Piccolo's vanishing direction, he murmured, "What exactly happened?"
Hearing Yamcha's voice, Krillin and Tien again exchanged glances. Then placed their gazes on the extremely sad Popo beside them.
"Ahem!"
After coughing once—seeing Popo look toward him—Krillin asked aloud: "Mr. Popo, do you know what happened? How come Piccolo suddenly... did that to Kami?"
Finally, Krillin didn't know how describing Piccolo's action. Could only use an inappropriate word.
"Waaah!"
Popo just fell silent with tears. But hearing Krillin's question, he directly cried aloud. Tears in his eyes fell like opening floodgates.
"What, what's wrong?"
Seeing Popo crying uncontrollably, Krillin immediately felt somewhat helpless. Couldn't help turning his head toward Tien.
Seeing this, Tien also had no solution. Could only turn sideways. Three eyes staring toward Piccolo's vanishing direction.
"Kami, Kami fused with Piccolo... waaah!"
After saying this sentence, Popo again wailed loudly.
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On the other side, King Cold's spaceship—an alarm sounded. Then a soldier panickedly ran into King Cold's bridge.
"Your Majesty! Not good! We detected powerful battle power charging toward the spaceship!"
After entering, before King Cold could rage, the soldier directly reported the situation.
"Hmph!"
King Cold released a cold snort. Abruptly standing from his throne. His massive frame emanated cold aura.
"How powerful can the battle power be? Such a small planet like Earth frightened you all? Looks like you're all too useless!"
King Cold didn't take Earth seriously. Not only was Earth just a remote small planet—he'd already previously probed Earth. Above it, there simply weren't any powerful warriors.
Rather, these subordinates—after Frieza's death—became increasingly useless.
"Ahem!"
Beliblu beside him coughed once, stopping King Cold's motion to act. Under his puzzled gaze, she looked at the soldier below, asking:
"Exactly how much battle power made you so panicked? Hurry and report!"
The soldier—having circled death's door—swallowed saliva. Body trembling, hearing Beliblu's words, he immediately stuttered reporting: "It's... it's... twen... twenty... million! Sir!"
"What?"
Hearing the soldier's report, King Cold was greatly shocked!
"Whew!"
After hearing this, Beliblu also was shocked. Then released a long breath.
Fortunately, Frieza's death made Beliblu much more cautious. This made her ask that question.
However, next moment, she looked toward King Cold, wanting to see what this lord thought.
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