"I didn't realize it before..."
Saitama stood in front of Bulma and Little Goku, the cloak behind him was blown up by the wind: "Because I won money, I bought food and clothes. Before I heard your cry for help, I was still changing clothes slowly... "
"I am a hero."
Saitama raised his head and looked at Demon King Piccolo: "Professional."
Raising her head with blurred eyes, Bulma kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the tears were blurry and she could never see the person clearly.
There was light streaming through the cracks in the roof.
Suddenly.
The fairy tale has appeared before my eyes!
The heart is like a clear mirror, and the conduct is righteous.
Bulma suddenly realized that she seemed to have seen a real hero!
"Professional hero?"
Demon King Piccolo subconsciously took a step back, but then he felt a little confused: "Humph, I don't know the so-called human beings! Guys like you, no matter how many times they come, they are just going to die!" At this point, Demon King Piccolo's right hand He raised his head high and shouted sternly: "I might as well tell you! What I hate most is 'peace' and 'justice'! Idiots who play hero games, go away..."
"die!!!"
The last word "death" was not spoken!
That was the last consciousness of the Great Demon King Piccolo before his death.
Punch, put your fist back.
Two simple movements, as funny as a fight between primary school students on the street.
But…
After a muffled sound of "Bang!"
The Great Demon King Piccolo was completely gone.
Completely gone!
Clapping his hands, Saitama turned around, the salty expression on his face unchanged from the beginning to the end.
Killing the Big Devil Piccolo with a casual blow is as natural as swatting an insect to death.
When he came to Little Wukong's side, he crushed the magic arrow with one hand. The expression on Little Wukong's face softened a lot, and his tense nerves could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Do you want to eat the new pineapple buns I bought?"
Saitama took out a pineapple bun from the bag he was holding in his left hand and handed it over.
Bulma was still wiping her tears and was about to say thank you, but Saitama suddenly came and she was at a loss.
However, little Wukong happily took the pineapple bun and took a few bites to regain his energy a little.
Saitama took out another hot dog from the bag, took a bite of it, and asked vaguely while chewing: "By the way... do you know who that guy is? Why did he want to kill you?"
"He is the Great Demon King Piccolo..."
Halfway through the words, Bulma looked at Saitama's bald head and suddenly remembered: "Wait a minute! You... you seem to be the winner of the No. 1 Budokai in the World this time!?"
Saitama closed his eyes and said: "Why do you think... I am..."
ah…
Because his sense of presence is too low, his appearance is unrecognizable.
I can only roughly think of it based on the characteristics of the bald head...
But having said that, I seem to know a lot of bald heads...
Bulma was thinking this in her heart, but of course she couldn't say it out loud. After all, her life had just been saved, and this guy seemed to be a handsome guy when he was serious...
"The monster just now is called Demon King Piccolo..."
Bulma hugged little Goku, lowered her head sadly and said with difficulty: "Many of our friends were killed by his men..." At this point, Bulma smiled at Saitama: "Thank you very much, I came at the right time. Just in time, we can survive..."
"well… ?"
Saitama blinked: "Wouldn't it be better if I came earlier..."
"Actually, there was a more powerful monster here just now..."
Little Wukong clenched his fists hard and looked down, his eyes full of unwillingness: "Although I don't know why, I suddenly became dozens of times stronger, but I'm still no match for that guy... I don't even have the slightest chance of winning. No… "
Next to him, Bulma added: "It's because of that guy's intervention that little Goku couldn't defeat Big Devil Piccolo."
"Well, that's it..."
Saitama thought for a moment and asked Bulma, "Where is that guy now?"
"have no idea… "
Bulma shook her head.
But then she seemed to remember something and said quickly: "Wait a minute! I remember... that monster seemed to order the Big Devil Piccolo to help him collect the Dragon Balls!"
"Dragon Ball?"
Saitama scratched his head angrily: "What is that..."
"This is it… "
Little Goku, who was lying in Bulma's arms, reached out and took out an orange glass ball from the bag on his waist and showed it to Saitama: "This is the Dragon Ball... As long as you collect seven of them, you can realize a wish... I want to collect them." Bring them all together and resurrect Grandpa Turtle Immortal and Klin and the others..."
A wish
Saitama was startled, then put his head up to take a closer look at the four stars.
No matter how you look at it, it’s just an ordinary glass ball…
Could it be that they were tricked into buying souvenirs by door-to-door newspaper sellers
but…
This glass ball…
It always looks familiar...
At this time, Bulma took out the Dragon Ball Radar he carried with him.
The radar shows that there are three dragon balls gathered together and moving!
"found it!"
Bulma screamed in her heart: "No, they are really looking for the Dragon Balls too! What should I do!?"
"What should I do..."
Saitama glanced at the Dragon Ball Radar in Bulma's hand, probably remembered the direction and location, and turned to leave: "I'll just go over there and take a look..."
"Oh!? Wait a minute!"
Bulma quickly stopped Saitama: "You heard what little Goku just said, he is no match for that monster even though he has become dozens of times stronger! You might be in danger if you go! Even if you really want to fight, at least wait. After little Wukong regains his strength, you two..."
"No need to bother..."
Saitama looked at Bulma who was standing in front of him with eyes wide open and said, "I happened to eat too much roasted sweet potatoes just now, so I have a little indigestion..."
"no!"
Bulma shook her head repeatedly: "I can't watch my savior die!"
The words are not finished yet.
Little Goku, who was lying in her arms, looked into Saitama's eyes and seemed to suddenly notice something.
"Let him be, Bulma."
Little Wukong blinked: "I feel... he is much stronger than that guy..."
"very many!"
…
at the same time.
Demicula, who was sitting on the plane and was considering whether he should also go out to find the Dragon Balls, received a report from Chowder.
"Lord Demon God! Big news!"
Chowder hurriedly ran out of the cab, nodded and bowed, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "The seventh dragon ball that our radar has been unable to find has just appeared on the map! The location is very close to here, it should be in the martial arts just now Inside the museum!”
Budokan
Demigra frowned displeased: "Why couldn't the radar detect it just now?"
Chowder was startled, and he bowed and explained: "Maybe it was put together with other metals, which interfered with the radio waves, or it was swallowed by creatures..."
"Huh, forget it..."
Demigula put his elbows on the armrests and dragged his head and said: "It just so happens that Piccolo is still there. I will notify him telepathically and ask him to look for it..."
After saying that, Demicula closed his eyes and began to communicate with Piccolo in the world of thoughts.
But…
! ! !
Open your eyes suddenly!
Demicula's face immediately turned cold!
Telepathy... communication failed!
When this happens, there is only one possibility left except being in God's enchantment!
he already…
died!
how so!
That kid who can turn into a Super Saiyan should have had his power sealed by himself! How could Piccolo still be killed!
What accident happened!
Feeling alarmed and uncertain, Demicula immediately ordered Chowder to turn around and return!
Damn it!
Who dares to take action against the free servants he recruited?
The guy who ran the errands is dead, and I have to do everything by myself. It’s really hateful!
Wait for me!
I'm going to cut that idiot who killed Piccolo into pieces right away!
Full of rage in his heart, Demicula fought back.
But he didn't know that at the same time, a bald man with a shawl was also rushing towards his plane...
(End of chapter)