Dragon Ball: Collaborating with Frieza to Destroy Planet Vegeta

Chapter 162: The New Generation of Earth Warriors!

Earth.

At this moment, the Lookout welcomed its first batch of trial participants.

That's right—a batch!

After years of struggling for the Dragon Balls, those martial artists who initially intended to hoard them for themselves couldn't stand up to the Androids. Ultimately, they had no choice but to team up with other martial artists to break through the challenges together.

Even though they joined forces, it still wasn't easy. After all, without the means to locate the Dragon Balls, they were stuck.

That was until Bulma emerged, instantly providing all the martial artists with a solution.

Even so, it still took several years.

In Age 753, the 16-year-old Son Goku had already reached a battle power of 20,000. He obtained the final Four-Star Dragon Ball, marking the end of this trial.

Since each Dragon Ball was held by different individuals, everyone had to unite to ascend to the Lookout.

Bulma was among them.

There were seven in total.

The seven were: Son Goku, Bulma, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, King Piccolo (the demon king), Yamcha, and Yajirobe.

The wheels of fate turned, and by some stroke of luck, they all came together.

However, due to the altered timeline, King Piccolo never got the chance to wreak havoc. Now, although his battle power was incredibly strong, he could no longer dominate as before.

As a result, he wasn't defeated by Son Goku but instead joined forces to obtain the Dragon Balls.

Looking at this batch of powerful Earth warriors, both Kami and Mr. Popo felt incredibly satisfied.

Though King Piccolo's presence was quite striking, the others were true Earthlings!

"Mr. Popo, we've done it! Through our efforts, we've managed to cultivate such strong Earth warriors in just a few short years."

"At least now, when facing aliens, we have the power to defend ourselves!"

"Indeed~"

Looking at the Earth warriors before him, Kami felt genuine excitement. In the original timeline, there were barely any strong individuals, let alone the flourishing development they had now.

If it weren't for seeing the Saiyans' immense strength, they would never have thought about training Earth warriors to this level.

Now...

It was like harvesting a bountiful crop.

They were ecstatic.

Calming his excitement, Kami said, "Congratulations to all of you for completing this basic trial. Since you all worked together to achieve this, it might be difficult to further extend your progress."

"However… there will be a special training session coming up. Whoever performs the best will not only receive greater rewards but also the chance to make a wish."

"How does that sound to everyone?"

Kami stood before them, his cape and clothing adorned with the kanji for "God," shining brightly.

Yet, the group didn't pay much attention to his words. Instead, they were looking back and forth between Kami and King Piccolo.

Son Goku was especially shocked.

"They look exactly the same!!"

"Could there really be two King Piccolos? Wow, being able to split into two, how on earth did he do that?"

The others were also full of wonder.

On the other hand, King Piccolo's face was dark with annoyance as he glared at Son Goku, as if looking at a fool.

What did he mean by saying someone was split into two?

Although that was technically the truth, hearing it from Son Goku's mouth made it sound so strange that it was hard to accept!

"Shut up!"

King Piccolo shouted angrily, then looked at Kami with clear dissatisfaction.

"I never thought we'd meet again, and in such a way!"

King Piccolo's feelings were complicated. He had originally planned to conquer the world, and at first, things were going according to plan. But at some point, the martial artists began growing stronger and stronger.

Many of them were almost on par with him, forcing him to train relentlessly. He barely had the time or energy to create minions, let alone think about world domination.

In short, he had been swept up in a whirlwind, leaving him no time to contemplate ruling the world.

And now, here he was, standing on the Lookout.

Reflecting on the events of the past few years, King Piccolo didn't even want to complain anymore—he had been dragged into this mess so thoroughly that he was even afraid of it now.

Especially with that little brat beside him…

No doubt about it—that kid was Son Goku. Even though Goku was a low-class Saiyan warrior, after hitting his head and losing his original memories, he had become a complete martial arts fanatic.

Because of this, his desire to train was nothing short of genuine. He trained like a madman, going from obscurity to becoming world-famous, practically skyrocketing to the top.

...

The others were intrigued by King Piccolo's words, sensing there was some juicy gossip to uncover.

Kami, too, looked complexed. Staring at the face so similar to his own, he hadn't expected that his and Mr. Popo's efforts would result in King Piccolo forgetting all about conquering the world.

Instead, Piccolo had been forced into relentless training.

Now… his battle power had reached 18,000, a testament to the crazed training he'd undergone over the years.

But because he was aging, his talents had significantly weakened.

Naturally, it became much harder for him to keep up with the others.

Even so, he was still considered one of the strongest warriors on Earth.

"I truly didn't expect us to meet under such circumstances, but I'm grateful. If not for this strategy, you would have certainly laid waste to the world below."

"At least now, things are in decent shape."

Kami chuckled, not caring about the grim look on King Piccolo's face—it was already as green as it could get.

A deep, dark green...

Kami then addressed the rest of the group.

"You've all managed to reach the Lookout, which means you are indeed the strongest warriors on Earth. But don't think for a second that you're the most powerful."

"There is always someone stronger, always a higher sky. You're only just beginning. There will be more trials ahead."

"If you can pass them, your battle power will multiply several times over."

"This will mark the start of your transformation!"

After Kami finished speaking, the group didn't seem to care much, as if they thought Kami was exaggerating.

After all, they were the strongest on Earth—who else could compare to them?

Yamcha, in particular, was especially arrogant, looking down on everyone around him. The others, too, had a certain amount of pride.

After all, they had stood out among countless martial artists. Their battle power and confidence were naturally strong, and even when facing Kami, they didn't show much respect.