Piccolo said no more, but the unease in his heart grew stronger.
That guy called Nappa was already very strong.
Yet that Saiyan called Vegeta, with a single sentence, made him obediently listen, it seems his strength is unfathomable.
"I say Vegeta, why are we waiting for Kakarot?" Nappa still couldn't understand and couldn't help but ask.
"Because he is a traitor to the Saiyans." Vegeta replied lightly, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes. "We must punish the traitor, kill his son and companions in front of him. Then deal with him slowly, render him powerless to resist, let him struggle in pain. Today, in another three or four hours, we can open a hell exhibition."
"So that's how it is, that's really great." Nappa suddenly understood, nodded vigorously, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
"If he arrives within three hours, that's how we'll do it." Vegeta snorted coldly, then said in a deep voice, "Also, we saw the us from another world earlier. They want to watch us fight, right. Let them watch properly."
"Damn. Only my childhood self, combat power hasn't changed much." Nappa felt a bit unhappy in his heart and added, "But it would be great if Kakarot could come."
...
"Snap."
Seeing this, Soya waved his hand lightly and directly turned off the image in the crystal ball.
Heles: "..."
Raditz: "..."
The two were just watching with great interest when suddenly the image disappeared.
"What are you doing? Turn it on quickly." Heles snorted discontentedly, urgently urging, her tone carrying a hint of impatience.
"Didn't it say up there. We have to wait three hours for the fight." Soya shook his head. "There's nothing much more to see next."
On Heles's face, a drop of sweat slid down.
Wait three hours for a fight.
Then I have to just stay stuck here now.
"Boss, how about watching something else?" Raditz suggested from the side, he also felt somewhat unsatisfied.
"You're still young, watching other things isn't really appropriate." Soya let out a light sigh and said seriously.
"What do you mean?" Raditz was taken aback, his face full of confusion.
"I'll tell you when you grow up." Soya smiled mysteriously, keeping it a secret.
"Show me. I just like the kind you mentioned." Heles's eyes, however, lit up, an expectant expression appearing on her face, and she said eagerly.
Soya: "..."
"Is the one I mentioned the same thing as the one you're thinking of?" Soya asked with a smile, though his heart was pounding.
"It should be. Is it that kind of strange thing?" Heles grinned, the anticipation in her eyes growing stronger.
Soya quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This female Destroyer God, are you serious?
"Hurry up, hurry up. It will take at least several hours from here to the Fourth Universe anyway." Heles kept urging. "How boring it is to be idle."
"Isn't it inappropriate?" The corner of Soya's mouth twitched, he was speechless.
A female Destroyer God, insisting on pulling me to watch that kind of strange imagery, do you think I should agree.
The problem is, you're too dark skinned.
Watching this kind of imagery with you, there's absolutely no sense of accomplishment.
"Hurry up." Heles urged again, even snorted, carrying a hint of petulance. "I don't care, you got me stuck here, you have to take responsibility for me."
Soya couldn't help but shiver, scared and trembling.
You want me to take responsibility for you.
I haven't done anything to you, have I.
You saying this really easily causes misunderstandings.
"That. Showing you that means I don't have to take responsibility for you anymore, right?" Soya's eyes flickered as he hurriedly asked, as if grasping at a lifeline.
"That depends on whether what you play is good or not." Heles raised her chin, smiling smugly, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly arc.
"Alright. Let me look for it." Soya's hands aimed at the crystal ball from a distance, his fingers tapped a few times in the air, muttering something, as if performing some incantation.
"Snap."
The image in the crystal ball flashed, lighting up with a faint glow.
"Raditz, you are not allowed to watch, go squat over there." Soya suddenly turned his head, pointing at the shadowy corner of the square, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Raditz: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Raditz +666."
Boss, you're going too far.
You two want to watch some good stuff, why on earth won't you let me watch.
How come I remember when I was little, mom and dad seemed to want to do something strange, they always shooed me away too.
You two couldn't be.
Although his heart was stuffed with displeasure, Raditz dared not disobey, he could only sulkily run to the corner, squatting down hugging his knees, his back conveying a sense of grievance.
Heles immediately excitedly leaned close to the crystal ball, her eyes wide open, the tip of her nose almost touching the surface of the ball.
In the image within the crystal ball, two dark, shadowy masses were slowly writhing, entangled with each other, you within me, me within you, inextricably intertwined.
These two masses looked very much like flickering black flames, plump and round, completely any human shape, only their edges shimmering faintly with a dark light.
Seeing the image in the crystal ball, Heles's face instantly turned even darker.
Originally, her face was dark enough, but after watching this, it was practically as black as if ink were about to drip from it.
What the hell is this you're showing me.
Heles immediately turned her head, glaring angrily at Soya, her chest heaving violently due to anger, as if a fire was burning inside.
"This is the daily love life of the Black Ball race, is it good?" Soya, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, asking with a smile, his eyes still carrying a trace of expectant inquiry.
Heles: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Heles +999."
What the hell can you see from this.
Aside from two dark, blurry masses rolling around, nothing can be seen.
I, Heles, have lived for hundreds of millions of years, what kind of场面 have I not seen.
Today is the first time I'm watching two masses of black flame fall in love.
"Switch it, change a race." Heles said with a dark face, glaring fiercely at Soya, her tone carrying a commanding air. "The race that was fighting just now is fine. At least they look very similar to us."
"Uh. You should have said so earlier, I thought since you are dark skinned, you'd like watching a race like this." Soya rubbed his nose and chuckled, his tone carrying a bit of teasing.
Heles: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Heles +999."
What do you mean I'm dark skinned, so I like watching such races.
Am I that dark.
"You're the dark one. Your whole family is dark." Heles roared angrily, her cheeks flushing with a faint layer of red due to excitement, particularly noticeable against her dark skin.
"Are you still watching or not?" Soya put away his smile, straightened his face, deliberately drawing out his tone.
Heles immediately shut her mouth, sulkily turning her head away, like a child who has been wronged.
"Let me look again, see if there's the race you mentioned." Soya, seeing her behaving, once again stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly sliding above the crystal ball, searching for a new image.
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