Mount Paozu.
The sky was clear, and the clear sky looked as if it had been washed; it was spotless.
Bulma, wearing a pair of goggles, was crouching in front of a "small mountain" of equipment piled up. Faint blue electric arcs "crackled" as Bulma was developing her new invention.
Suddenly, the back of the mountain trembled, startling countless birds and causing them to fly away.
Taking off the goggles, Bulma looked at the back of the mountain with some dissatisfaction and said angrily, "I really shouldn't have let Gohan train with Piccolo. Now, I can't even do research properly."
Throwing away the tools in her hand, she simply sat on a chair and picked up a cup of tea to drink.
Although she said she was dissatisfied, on earth, where the atmosphere of martial arts was getting stronger day by day, she, as his mother, would be very happy if Gohan could become stronger. After all, powerful strength was very respected.
Among the many people on Mount Paozu, if one were to talk about experts, perhaps everyone except her was an expert. However, the most suitable person to be Gohan's teacher, after choosing, she found that only Piccolo was the most suitable.
Because King Piccolo was ruthless enough, he would not show mercy because of Gohan's young age. Although Bulma felt heartache every time she saw her son's badly battered appearance, she knew that it was better to bleed and sweat now than to lose his life in the future. The more she understood the distribution of Forces outside earth, the stronger the uneasiness in her heart became. Her intuition told her that something big would definitely happen on earth in the future.
This may be the difference between Bulma and Chi-Chi in the original work.
Moreover, the current purple-haired Gohan was also different from the black-haired Gohan in the original work who only wanted to become a scholar. Not only was there a difference in bloodline, but there was also an independent personality. Influenced by his family, the purple-haired Gohan's personality was not as timid as the original; instead, he had a very strong initiative.
The purple-haired Gohan had completely inherited the character of a Saiyan and his mother, Bulma. He was straightforward, and his pursuit of martial arts was not inferior to that of the Monkey King. In addition, he had such excellent potential in his body. As long as he was willing to work hard, it was only a matter of time before he soared into the sky.
Now, he is only four years old, but his Battle Power has already reached 1200. He was much more powerful than most of his peers in Star Hongshan. He could be considered a hybrid.
Behind the mountain, a foothill full of cracks.
The continuous forest stopped here. The forest was no longer there, and the stream changed its course, revealing a barren land with a radius of ten kilometers. There were jagged rocks of grotesque shapes, and the exposed stones were piled up together. The khaki ground was full of potholes caused by the bombardment of shells.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A dark red figure constantly flashed, leaving blurry afterimages in various places. With a loud bang, the figure was sent flying, spinning in the air a dozen times before landing on the ground. It was a four or five-year-old child.
"Gohan, who allowed you to look around? Is your attack just tickling me? Continue," Piccolo berated, his eyes suddenly flashing with a cold light.
As soon as he turned around, his body became illusory, and then directly appeared in front of Gohan. He raised his knee and kicked Gohan's stomach.
"Wah!" Gohan spat out a mouthful of acid and flew out in pain.
Piccolo walked over with a blank expression and shouted, "Stand up!"
"Yes!" Panting violently, Gohan's face was bruised, and he struggled to get up.
Piccolo nodded calmly, and then there was another fierce battle, or rather, a one-sided ravage. Gohan heaved a sigh of relief, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"Take a break, we will continue later!" Piccolo saw this, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
"Okay, Uncle Piccolo!"
"Don't call me uncle, you stinking brat," Piccolo awkwardly turned his head, said stiffly, and then sat on the ground.
"Hey, Uncle Piccolo, tell me about your past with Dad …" Gohan crawled over and rested his chin on Piccolo's knees.
"There is nothing to say."
"Hee hee …"
"Huh?" At this time, Piccolo suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching. His complexion suddenly changed, and his pair of deep eyes suddenly stared at the vast sky.
Gohan also reacted and raised his head, a trace of doubt flashing in his purple-blue eyes. "Uncle Piccolo, it seems that something is approaching?"
"Humph, another guy who overestimates his capabilities. It just so happens that Monkey King and others are not here, so it's this Demon King's turn to take action! Brat, wait for a while and watch carefully, it will be good for you, "Piccolo, who was indifferently looking at the sky, suddenly said.
"Umm." Gohan nodded vigorously.
Then he and Piccolo stared at the sky, calculating the speed of the other party's approach.
It's coming, he inwardly said, but a light blue figure had already appeared in his line of sight. It was an alien wearing a strange Battle Armor.
"Umm, it's these two guys. Huh, one of them is actually a Namek Star person?"
"7100 and 1200 Battle Power. A person with more than 1000 Battle Power actually appeared on a low-level planet. Could it be that the detector is malfunctioning?" Cui calmly patted the detector next to his ear, and the data displayed was still 7100 and 1200.
"It seems that the detector is not malfunctioning. This is interesting; it's going to be fun."
Cui licked his lips with a leisurely and contented look on his face, revealing a frosty and indifferent smile. A trifling 7100 Battle Power was not even a fraction of his Battle Power.
'A powerful existence like Sir Cui is very rare in the universe,' Cui thought inwardly.
At this time, Piccolo was looking at the alien who had suddenly appeared in the sky with a heart full of doubts. He felt a vigorous dark aura from the other party's body, just like a searchlight in the dark night, appearing very eye-catching.
"Good, good, good. No matter where this guy came from, his strength seems not simple!" A cold light flashed in Piccolo's eyes, and he grinned, revealing two demonic teeth.
"Gohan, hide to the side." Glancing coldly, Piccolo took a step forward, the cloak behind him rustling in the wind.
Gohan tacitly understood and grunted before running to the side to hide.
Seeing this, Cui laughed disdainfully. "Haha, this is ridiculous. Do you still want to go against me?"
He shook his head in amusement. "Hahaha, stupid guy! I'm afraid you still don't know how powerful this uncle is. If you knew, you wouldn't have such thoughts. This uncle is a powerful warrior under the command of the great King Flisa. Your weak race is far from being comparable to me. Forget it, I'll let you experience it now. Put away your thoughts and properly feel the horror of death! "
Cui laughed arrogantly and then released his power little by little.
'Isn't it fun to release my power little by little in front of the ignorant weak and let them slowly feel the taste of despair in front of my terrifying power?'
Cui thought in an intoxicated manner, and the energy on his body quickly stirred up a storm.
At this time, the sky above Mount Paozu had darkened. It wasn't until the detector next to his ear was almost unable to withstand the high-intensity energy that Cui finally finished releasing his power.
"How is it? Are you afraid? Let me tell you, this uncle's current Battle Power is 18000. Tremble as much as you want! "Cui forgot himself and laughed heartily.
"Idiot!" Piccolo spat out a few words with disdain.
Is this blue-skinned alien sick? He kept talking non-stop from the very beginning. Is his little bit of strength that amazing?
Piccolo shook his head inwardly. 'Another arrogant guy.
If everyone in the universe is like him, then there is nothing to be afraid of. '
However, the name "Flisa" mentioned by the other party caught Piccolo's attention. The name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. 'Oh, that's right. It's the name that appeared in the novel written by that woman named Thaïs. He seems to be a very powerful character.'
Piccolo naturally didn't read novels, but he had heard other people on Mount Paozu mention the general framework of the novel more than once …
"Huh?" Cui was puzzled.
He coldly glanced at the two people in front of him. 'Why aren't they afraid? They should have been scared out of their wits by my terrifying strength, right?
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