King Piccolo was directly sucked into the rice cooker.
But at the final moment of being Sealed, he was unwilling to be trapped and used his last strength to spit out an egg.
Piccolo Jr.
Precisely because the Seal succeeded, Chiaotzu was not killed by King Piccolo.
Throughout the entire battle, only Master Roshi exhausted his vitality and sacrificed himself.
Moreover, because King Piccolo was Sealed, Shenron was not killed either.
The most crucial part was Son Goku.
After Goku was injured by King Piccolo, he climbed Korin Tower and drank the super god water, but by the time he rushed to the scene, the battle was already over.
He did not experience that tragic life-or-death struggle, nor did he use the “Earth-Piercing Fist” to pierce King Piccolo’s chest.
Afterwards, to cope with the threat of Piccolo Jr.
hatching from his shell, Goku, under the guidance of Korin, went to Kamis Lookout to Cultivate.
As for Krillin, Yamcha, and the others, having heard Tien Shinhan recount the terror of King Piccolo, as well as the sharp sword of Piccolo Jr.
hanging over their heads, they began an even crazier global bitter Cultivation than in the original work.
Yamcha opened his eyes, his gaze flickering.
“Inconceivable, could the spacetime I am in be some parallel world of dragon ball…”
“Similar to a dragon ball theatrical version!”
Yamcha knew that the future development of most theatrical version worlds would not be too good; they were all parallel worlds born because various accidents caused the plot to deviate from the original work.
Nowadays, the trajectory of history had deviated, and the direction of the future was gradually becoming blurred.
Goku did not experience the death match with King Piccolo, and the passive ability of Saiyans greatly increasing their Power Level after recovering from near death was not triggered; his current base Power Level might even be lower than in the original work!
As for his own side, due to crazy bitter Cultivation, his Power Level reached 168, seeming a bit stronger than the same period in the original work.
But this was far from enough.
If at the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament a year later, Piccolo Jr.
was stronger than in the original work and Goku became weaker, wouldn’t Earth be completely finished?
Afterward, the world would be re-ruled by Piccolo Jr., until Raditz’s arrival, and everyone would perish together!
Yamcha realized that this was perhaps a Universe destined to have no future, and Son Goku might not necessarily have the Protagonist Halo.
“Fine, since I have the System, not only must I do it for the mission rewards, but I must also carve out a brand-new future.”
Yamcha clenched his fists tightly, his knuckle bones emitting bursts of crackling sounds.
He walked over to the punching bag in the room; this was a specially made heavy punching bag weighing a thousand catties.
Taking a deep breath, he exerted force from his waist and threw a charged punch with his right fist.
Bang!
The thousand-catty punching bag was pierced through without any suspense, and the iron sand inside spilled all over the ground.
Yamcha looked at his own fist.
This was a Power Level of 168.
Placed in the real world, he would definitely be Superman, but in front of a Saiyan, this fist was not much harder than cotton.
“The Gravity Chamber must be sorted out as soon as possible.”
…
The next day at dusk.
West City.
At Capsule Corp headquarters, the huge hemispherical building gleamed with a metallic luster in the setting sun.
Yamcha stood in front of the gate, wearing casual clothes instead of his iconic orange martial arts uniform.
As soon as he walked to the entrance, a hovering sports car sped over and stopped in front of him with a clean tail-drift.
The car door popped open, and a young lady wearing stylish cargo pants and shoulder-length blue short hair stepped out.
Bulma.
She took off her sunglasses, looked Yamcha up and down, and a mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth: “Yamcha, you’ve disappeared for more than half a year, and you actually managed to change out of your tattered martial arts uniform?”
“Ah haha, after all, I’m treating the smartest Young Miss in the whole Earth to dinner, so I have to dress decently.”
Yamcha’s expression was calm, devoid of his past levity.
Bulma couldn’t help taking another look at Yamcha.
She sensed that the Yamcha before her seemed different somehow.
“Hmph, count on you to know how to speak. Get in the car and let’s go to the restaurant you mentioned.” Bulma raised her chin.
Ten minutes later, at the top-floor revolving restaurant in West City.
The two sat facing each other, the table filled with Advanced cuisine.
Yamcha didn’t touch his knife and fork, going straight to the point: “Bulma, I came this time to ask you to help me build a machine.”
“I knew it.”
Bulma cut a small piece of steak into her mouth and rolled her eyes, “Bringing gifts for no reason means you’re up to something. Speak up, what do you want to build?”
“If it’s that kind of boring Cultivation equipment, I advise you to look for my dad; I don’t have time.”
“No, you are the only one who can make this the fastest.”
Yamcha looked at her, “I want a device capable of changing gravity. To be precise, a Gravity Chamber.”
Bulma’s chewing motion stopped.
She put down her knife and fork, her gaze turning serious: “Do you understand what you are talking about?”
“Earth’s gravity is constant. To artificially alter the gravitational field within a confined space requires extremely complex reverse-deductions of anti-gravity engines.”
“But theoretically, Capsule Corp has already mastered anti-gravity technology, and hovering cars are proof.”
Yamcha analyzed logically, “Since gravity can be negated, as long as we operate in reverse to increase the gravitational field, it shouldn’t be something that can’t be done, right.”
Surprise flashed in Bulma’s eyes.
She didn’t expect that this boyfriend whose head was full of only muscles and martial arts could actually come up with such an academic-natured deduction.
“Reverse operation… you make it sound so easy.”
Bulma touched her chin with her finger, her brain already starting to spin rapidly, “Theoretically feasible, but Materials and energy supply are big problems. How many times the gravity do you want?”
“Ten times in the Early Stage, and if possible later, I hope to reach a hundred times.” Yamcha did not hesitate.
“One hundred times!”
Bulma stood up abruptly, causing surrounding diners to glance over.
She lowered her voice, looking at Yamcha as if he were a lunatic, “Are you out of your mind? Under ten times gravity, your internal organs will be instantly crushed, and you will die in a few seconds! Let alone one hundred times!”
“That’s ordinary people.”
Yamcha looked at her calmly, “I am a martial artist. The existence of Qi can protect my body. Moreover, Piccolo Jr. might appear in a year, and if I don’t take extreme measures now, I simply can’t win, let alone protect Earth.”
Bulma fell silent.
She looked into Yamcha’s eyes, and that revealing determination made her feel a sudden shock.
That Yamcha, who used to easily become arrogant when encountering strong enemies and thought of running away when he couldn’t beat them, had truly changed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bulma sat back down, her tone turning serious.
“Must do it.”
“Fine.”
Bulma snapped her fingers, “I already have a preliminary concept of the blueprints and models in my head. Give me a month, and I’ll build you a ten-fold prototype machine. As for one hundred times… that requires a complete overhaul of Materials science, we’ll talk about it later.”
“Thanks, Bulma.” Yamcha smiled.
After finishing their meal, Bulma directly dragged Yamcha back to Capsule Corp.
…
Capsule Corp headquarters.
The occupied area was shockingly large, and the internal ecological circulation System was even more exaggerated.
Yamcha followed Bulma across the front yard, his footsteps pausing.
A huge triceratops was dozing on the artificial lawn, and beside it were a few rare beasts with glossy fur.
“So rich.”
Yamcha glanced around.
Even having seen it in his memories, at this moment, standing personally in this courtyard representing Earth’s highest technology and wealth, he could still feel that sense of oppression from a chaebol.
“Stop looking, that’s a pet my dad just brought back last month.” Bulma walked forward without turning her head.
Pushing open the glass main doors of the main building, two people walked towards them.
One was an old man biting a pipe and wearing thick-rimmed glasses, with a black cat resting on his shoulder.
Beside him was a glamorous blond-haired, blue-eyed noblewoman holding a teacup.
Dr. Brief and his wife.
The two had just finished dinner and were preparing to go out for a stroll.
“Oh my!”
Mrs. Brief’s eyes lit up, she directly stuffed the teacup into the hands of the nearby robot, and walked forward briskly.
“Isn’t this little Yamcha!”
A wave of rich perfume hit them head-on.
Mrs. Brief didn’t stand on ceremony at all, opened her arms, and gave Yamcha a solid embrace against her bosom.