“Vegeta, that green-skinned guy looks like a Namekian.
No wonder he seemed strange from the beginning.” Nappa suddenly spoke while narrowing his eyes cautiously.
First there was Kakarot, a low-class Saiyan whose strength completely defied common sense.
Now there was also a mysterious green alien.
Vegeta remained indifferent.
“Probably.” “Otherwise, how could Raditz possibly have been defeated by people on a backward planet like this?” “Namekian?” Piccolo frowned slightly.
This was also the first time he had heard such information.
“Piccolo, so you’re actually an alien!” Krillin stared at him with surprise before suddenly showing a look of realization.
“No wonder!” “Eh?
Uncle Piccolo is an alien?” Gohan blinked in surprise as well.
Then Krillin suddenly noticed Son Goku’s calm expression.
“Goku, aren’t you surprised at all?” “Piccolo is literally an alien.” “Ah?
Hahaha, is that so?” Son Goku awkwardly scratched his head while pretending he had only just learned the information.
Krillin immediately looked speechless.
Even Gohan stared curiously at his father.
Shouldn’t he at least look a little surprised?
“Rumor says that Namekians not only possess extraordinary combat abilities, but they also have many mysterious powers.” Vegeta spoke calmly while sharing knowledge from the wider Universe.
“Some can use magic.” “Others can even create magical wish-granting orbs.” Then Vegeta suddenly looked directly toward Piccolo.
“You’re the one who created the Dragon Balls, aren’t you?” “What?!” Krillin’s expression changed immediately.
“So they really came specifically for the Dragon Balls?” “That’s right.” Son Goku calmly explained.
“Their scouters can function as communication devices, so they already learned about the Dragon Balls from Raditz.” Piccolo snorted coldly.
“The secret leaked during the battle with Raditz because of my carelessness.” “Hmph.
Since you already know what we want, things become much simpler.” Nappa sneered threateningly.
“If you’re smart, then hand over the Dragon Balls immediately.” “Even if Kakarot somehow became stronger and you have a Namekian helping you, you still aren’t our opponents.” “If you refuse, you’ll all die.” “Hmph…” Piccolo merely laughed coldly.
“At least now I know where my origins come from.” Then he looked toward the Saiyans disdainfully.
“But unfortunately, I’m not interested in creating Dragon Balls.” “I only care about becoming stronger.” As he spoke, Piccolo slowly assumed a battle stance.
“As for whether we can defeat you or not…
we’ll find out once we fight.” Nearby, Krillin secretly leaned toward Gohan and whispered softly.
“Gohan, training with Piccolo for a whole year must’ve been rough, huh?” Gohan immediately smiled honestly.
“Yeah!” “But Uncle Piccolo actually treated me pretty well.” At that moment, Son Goku suddenly turned toward Vegeta.
“Vegeta, you came to Earth because you want immortality, right?” Vegeta’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Naturally, Son Goku already knew Vegeta’s true goal because of his previous life.
The Saiyan prince wanted to gather the Dragon Balls and wish for eternal life.
However, in Goku’s eyes, that wish held little real meaning.
“What are you trying to say?” Vegeta coldly stared at him.
“Kakarot, for someone raised on Earth, you seem to know quite a lot.” “You want eternal life so you can continue enjoying battle forever and endlessly pursue greater power.” Son Goku nodded slightly.
“It’s not necessarily a bad wish.” “But for the current you, immortality is meaningless.” Vegeta became slightly startled while carefully observing Goku’s expression.
“Meaningless?” “Why?” Son Goku sighed softly.
“The Dragon Balls always come with a price.” “If someone obtains something they shouldn’t possess, eventually there will also be consequences they can’t bear.” Vegeta remained silent.
Clearly, he did not believe Goku’s words at all.
Seeing that, Son Goku changed the topic.
“Even if you become immortal, so what?” “There are countless strange techniques throughout the Universe.” “With your current strength, what if someone seals you away forever?” Son Goku slowly continued.
“On Earth, there was once a Demon King who spread destruction across the world.” “No martial artist could kill him.” “In the end, he was sealed inside an electric rice cooker for hundreds of years using a technique called the Evil Containment Wave.” “Tell me honestly, wouldn’t that kind of eternal existence be miserable?” Vegeta’s expression finally changed slightly.
For the first time, he genuinely considered the possibility.
An immortal body did not necessarily guarantee absolute freedom.
“The Dragon Balls can only grant wishes once every year.” Son Goku calmly revealed another important piece of information.
“I was revived yesterday.” “That means even if you gather the Dragon Balls now, they’ve already turned into stone and won’t work again until next year.” “Nonsense!” Nappa immediately shouted angrily.
“Kakarot, I didn’t expect you to become such a smooth-talking liar!” “Since you refuse to tell the truth, we’ll just beat the answers out of you!” Vegeta slowly smiled.
“Whether what you said is true or false doesn’t matter.” “Once we defeat all of you and interrogate you one by one, the truth will naturally come out.” Then Vegeta suddenly raised his thumb proudly toward himself.
The familiar confident gesture immediately appeared once again.
“On this Earth…
no one is my opponent.” He was completely confident in his own strength.
Son Goku silently watched Vegeta’s iconic pose.
Then he thought inwardly with amusement.
“In my previous life, every single time you made that pose, you ended up getting beaten badly afterward.” “Hmph!” Piccolo suddenly stepped forward impatiently.
“If we’re going to fight, then stop wasting time talking.” “I’ll go first.” Before Piccolo could move, Son Goku raised a hand and stopped him.
“You stay back.” “These two aren’t opponents you can handle right now.” Piccolo instantly became speechless.
Those words genuinely hurt his pride.
Still, after sensing the overwhelming confidence within Goku’s voice, Piccolo silently crossed his arms and stepped aside.
Even though his mood became somewhat sour, he still chose to quietly watch the upcoming battle.