"Not good! Why hasn't Goku arrived yet?" Krillin's voice was low, his brow deeply furrowed. An ominous premonition surged in his heart, making him feel the situation was somewhat dire.
"Fine, since he's not coming, I'll take care of you all!" Nappa clenched his fists, his knuckles emitting a series of "crack, crack" sounds, a savage smile spreading across his face. "It's a pity Kakarot isn't here. He won't get to watch his companions and his son die."
"I don't even have a girlfriend yet!" Krillin trembled with fear, his face as pale as paper. His voice carried a sob, full of attachment to life.
"We still have a sliver of hope for victory." Piccolo took a deep breath, lowering his voice, a flash of determination in his eyes. "Of course, that's only if the plan succeeds."
Krillin and Son Gohan were both slightly stunned, turning their heads in confusion to look at Piccolo, waiting for him to continue.
"First, Krillin will distract his attention!" Piccolo said in a low voice, quickly laying out the plan. "Then, I will seize the opportunity to grab the Saiyan's weak point, the tail!"
"Okay." Krillin nodded without the slightest hesitation. Now, they could only trust Piccolo.
"When he's powerless to struggle, Gohan, you attack him with all your might!" Piccolo then turned to Son Gohan, his gaze serious as he instructed.
"Yes! Yes..." Son Gohan nodded timidly, hurriedly responding, his small hands clenched tightly. "I won't run away from the fight this time, I promise."
"Of course. As long as you remember the fate of Earth is in your hands, you won't be afraid." Piccolo said somberly, his tone carrying a hint of encouragement.
Krillin also took a deep breath, feeling a glimmer of light ahead.
Truly Piccolo!
With a plan like this, perhaps they really could defeat them!
"Gohan, you must have confidence. If you dare to go all out, your energy is actually greater than mine." Piccolo gave Son Gohan another word of advice, hoping to give him a little more courage.
Son Gohan, however, was frightened by these words, his heart pounding wildly, his face turning even paler.
"They're finally about to fight. It's like watching ants fight, but it's still quite interesting." Heles grinned, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the crystal ball, finding it increasingly captivating.
"No need to hurry. The main character hasn't arrived yet. All of this is just the setup." Soya chuckled, deliberately keeping things mysterious.
Heles: "..."
The main character hasn't arrived yet?
All of this is just the setup?
So I'm just watching another lonely show?
"Negative emotional value from Heles +666!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Krillin let out a roar to bolster his own courage, then pushed off forcefully with his feet, charging swiftly towards Nappa's direction, his figure like an arrow.
"The main character? I want to see the main character!" Heles said angrily, discontentedly tapping the surface of the cube with her finger. "What's the point of showing me these supporting characters fighting?"
"Don't worry. The main character will be here soon." Soya smiled, a look of certainty in his eyes.
"The main character is my brother, hehe." Raditz added proudly from the side, a smug smile appearing on his face as he puffed out his chest.
"Your brother?" Soya was taken aback, looking at him in surprise.
"You'll find out soon." Raditz nodded mysteriously, still keeping it vague.
"No wonder you both seemed a bit off earlier. You're not Grind people at all!" Heles glanced sideways at Soya, then at Raditz, and said flatly, her tone devoid of any fluctuation.
"Grind people?" Raditz was utterly confused, scratching his head.
He had never heard of this race.
"Not being one is fine. Nothing to make a fuss about." Soya gave a light laugh, looking utterly indifferent. "What I am isn't important."
"Forget it, doesn't matter." Heles snorted a couple of times and shifted her attention back to the crystal ball.
By now, Krillin had already charged to within close range of Nappa.
"Trying a sneak attack? How utterly overconfident." Nappa looked at the charging Krillin and sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
"Seems like some kind of trap." Vegeta narrowed his eyes nearby, muttering softly, a flash of wariness in his gaze.
"Wah yah yah yah!"
The instant Krillin got close to Nappa, he suddenly pressed his hands downwards. Energy shot from his palms, and using the recoil, his body shot upwards, streaking straight into the sky.
Nappa was momentarily dumbfounded, frozen in place.
Why did you fly up?
What kind of strange attack technique is this?
"Now!" Piccolo seized this fleeting opportunity, rushing forward like an arrow released from its bow. He instantly appeared behind Nappa, firmly grasping his tail with one hand, then gave it a hard squeeze, shouting loudly at the same time, "Gohan!"
Seeing this, Son Gohan mustered his courage and began rushing over on his short legs, his small face tense.
"Success!" Krillin, watching from the air, was overjoyed and couldn't help but shout out.
"Are you an idiot?" Nappa, however, suddenly gave a contemptuous laugh, as if he had anticipated this move all along. He threw a sharp elbow strike, heavily smashing into the top of Piccolo's head with a dull "thud."
Piccolo's pupils constricted sharply. Instantly, his eyes filled with crimson blood vessels. His head buzzed, his consciousness grew blurry, and his body went limp, collapsing downward.
Seeing the situation turn bad, Son Gohan, terrified, hurriedly slammed on the brakes, stumbling a few steps before steadying himself, his face written with terror.
Krillin also trembled with fear, his face as pale as paper, his heart sinking to the bottom.
"What happened?" Before completely passing out, Piccolo used his last ounce of strength to mutter to himself, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Hey, don't you die on me. You haven't told us the location of the Dragon Balls yet." Nappa turned his head, grabbing Piccolo's clothes and lifting him up, calling out with a smile, his tone full of cruelty.
"What on earth is going on?" Krillin looked at the fallen Piccolo, his expression growing increasingly grim, his heart half-frozen.
"Hahaha, you miscalculated." Vegeta laughed heartily from the side, his voice full of mockery. "Did you think we would leave a weakness unchecked forever? We overcame the tail's weakness long ago through training!"
"Hehehe! What a shame. The strongest man on this planet is just like this, utterly feeble and no match at all!" Nappa's expression was contemptuous. He casually released Piccolo.
Piccolo fell to the ground like a broken rag doll, completely unconscious and motionless.
"We're done for!" Krillin felt endless despair. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Let this guy sleep for a while. I'll have some fun with this little one first." Nappa said, licking his lips. He stepped towards Son Gohan's direction, each step feeling like it was stomping on everyone's hearts.
Son Gohan trembled with fear, his body shaking like a sieve, having almost lost the will to resist, tears welling up in his eyes.
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