Dragon Ball: At the beginning, Vegeta overheard Da Te's thoughts

Chapter 274

In this tense space, Piccolo's deep and doubtful eyes, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, stared closely at the little guy in front of him who seemed to have no fighting power at all - Kiru.

His eyes revealed a trace of inquiry and confusion, and he wondered in his heart: What kind of secrets does this little guy hide? Why do I always feel that he has an indescribable and elusive mysterious power.

It was like a layer of hazy fog, covering Kiru's body, making it impossible to see through and guess.

Piccolo's brows were slightly wrinkled, like a ripple on the calm lake, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

The light was like the faint light at the bottom of the deep lake, short and deep.

Then, he slowly asked, "So... what kind of special ability does Kiru have?"

He knew that Trunks was always smart and thoughtful. Since he specifically proposed to bring this little guy to the Tournament of Power, there must be a lot of things, and it is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

When Trunks heard Piccolo's question, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, that smile was like the warm sun in spring, dispelling some of the tension around him.

He patiently explained to Piccolo: "Uncle Piccolo, this Tournament of Power adopts a melee mode, the situation is complex and changeable, full of unknowns and dangers.

In such a fierce and cruel combat environment, it is particularly important to have a teammate with healing ability.

And Kiru just happens to have the ability to heal. His ability may become our life-saving straw at a critical moment and change the direction of the entire battle."

Trunks' eyes revealed a trace of firmness and confidence, as if he had seen the moment when Kiru played an important role in the Tournament of Power.

Hearing this, Piccolo couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation. His eyes became a little blurred, as if he was trapped in an endless vortex of memories and thoughts.

He murmured to himself: "But... now I have assimilated with Dendy, which means... I actually have the ability to heal."

His voice was soft and low, as if he was telling himself an unknown secret.

At this moment, Frieza, who was standing aside, suddenly laughed harshly. The laughter was like a sharp arrow, instantly breaking the originally solemn atmosphere.

He said sarcastically: "Huh, you dare to say that you have the ability to heal?

If you really have it, why didn't you use it when you were beaten half to death by my son?

In the end, it was not because of Lord Jebit's rescue that you saved your life!"

Frieza's face was full of pride and sarcasm, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"What does this mean? Hohoho! Namek, is it because your healing skills are not strong enough?

Or... is it because you are too weak?"

Frieza said sarcastically with a face full of joking. His words were like a cold wind blowing through Piccolo's heart, making his face instantly turn ashen, as if water could drip out.

"Okay, shut up, stop talking endlessly! Namek, you just need to listen to every word Vegeta's son says."

Frieza shouted impatiently.

At this time, Trunks frowned, and his eyes revealed a hint of anger and dissatisfaction.

He shouted loudly: "Frieza, put away your annoying bad temper!

Don't forget, we are tied to the same rope in the Tournament of Power. We are a team and need to cooperate with each other to have a chance of winning.

Speak respectfully and don't create internal conflicts here, otherwise we will all fall into an irretrievable situation."

Trunks' voice was as loud as thunder, reverberating in the air, showing his firmness and courage.

Then, Trunks turned to Piccolo and said: "Uncle Piccolo, come here and complete the assimilation with Kiru.

You know, Kiru's healing ability is unique. If he can work together with the Dandy in your body, then the healing technique you perform will be even more powerful.

In this way, our chances of winning in the battle will be a little greater.

This is our best choice at the moment, and it is also for the benefit of the entire team."

Trunks' eyes were full of expectation and trust, and he looked at Piccolo.

Piccolo took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, his eyes no longer showing any hesitation or hesitation, but instead a kind of determination and firmness.

"Then, assimilate, Kiru! After this Tournament of Power is over, we can let Trunks separate us again.Come on, I won't restrict your freedom."

Picco's voice was low and steady, with an unquestionable tone, as if he was a general about to step onto the battlefield, issuing the final order to go to war.

Kiru nodded vigorously, his eyes were clear and bright, like clear lake water, without a trace of impurities. Responded:

"Well, I understand, Uncle Piccolo. Let's get started! "His voice was tender and firm.

Picco gently stroked the top of Kiru's head, the movement was gentle and warm, as if a loving elder was comforting his child.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and a layer of mysterious and soft light emanated from his whole body.

The light was like the rising sun, warm and soft, gradually increasing, tightly wrapping the two of them in it, forming a light cocoon shining with strange colors.

The light cocoon exuded colorful light, like a dreamy neon, illuminating the surrounding space, as if it was a mysterious entrance to another world, waiting for their transformation and rebirth.

Just then, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and the light was as dazzling as a sun explosion, instantly illuminating the entire space.

When the light gradually dissipated, a brand new figure appeared in front of everyone.

After assimilation, Piccolo's body lines became more smooth and natural, as if it was a carefully carved work of art, emitting With a mysterious and powerful aura.

His muscles became tighter, his contours became clearer, and every movement was smooth and beautiful, as if it contained endless power.

Piccolo slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of surprise flashed across his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, short and brilliant.

At this moment, an unprecedented powerful force was surging and flowing in his body like a surging tide.

That power was like an awakened beast, roaring in his body, eager to be released.

However, in just a moment, Piccolo quickly regained his composure.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner agitation, just like the undulating lake gradually calmed down and became deep and peaceful again.

Then, he turned to look at Trunks and Frieza, and said in a calm tone but with great confidence:

"Okay, Trunks, Frieza, let's go. "

Feeling the new breath emanating from Piccolo, Trunks' mouth corners slightly raised, and his eyes showed a particularly satisfied look.

He nodded and said, "Okay, Uncle Piccolo." Then, he turned his head and shouted to Frieza not far away:

"Let's go, Frieza, come quickly."

Frieza snorted coldly, "Tsk, stop ordering me, we are just temporary teammates."

His voice was full of disdain and arrogance. Although he was reluctant, his body still moved slowly.

Swoosh——!

The teleportation was launched again, and soon several people disappeared in the Temple of Heaven.

Their figures disappeared without a trace in an instant.

…………

Destroy the God Realm.

Three figures suddenly appeared, like ghosts that appeared out of thin air, breaking the peace here.

Piccolo, Frieza, and Trunks landed at the same time, and their feet stepped heavily on the ground.

"Wow? ! Frieza, are you really here?"

Sun Wukong stared with his eyes wide open, his eyes were like copper bells, flashing with surprise and curiosity.

He circled around Frieza, like a curious child seeing a new toy, looking Frieza up and down, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Confirmed again, the person in front of him was Frieza.

Seeing the person who had killed him jumping around in front of him, Frieza's hatred arose spontaneously, and that hatred was like a blazing fire, burning in his chest.

"Stay away from me! Sun Wukong! Otherwise I will kill you! "

Frieza's face was fierce, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and his teeth were clattering.

It didn't look fake, and the strong murderous aura filled the air around, making people shudder.

Sun Wukong didn't seem to care about Frieza's threat. He joked: "Hey, Frieza, don't be so fierce, we are teammates now, hehe."

After that, Sun Wukong actually put his hand on Frieza's shoulder directly, and the action was natural and casual, as if they were old friends for many years.

However, suddenly he found something wrong, "Huh? Frieza, you have grown taller?"

He showed a puzzled expression on his face, scratched his head, and seemed to be a little surprised by this discovery.

Frieza's face was gloomy, and his face was like the sky before the storm, with dark clouds, ready to come at any timeAbout to explode.

"Take your hand... off me!!!!"

His voice was like the roar of an angry lion, shaking the air around him slightly. He swung his arm violently, trying to shake off Sun Wukong's hand, and the anger in his eyes seemed to devour Sun Wukong.

Just as Frieza was furious, a familiar voice interrupted him: "Frieza, long time no see, are you still in the same temper?"

Beerus raised his mouth slightly and stared at him.

Frieza immediately calmed down when he heard Beerus' voice, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was a frightened bird.

Beerus's sense of oppression was still so strong, it was a kind of innate majesty, like a towering mountain, which made people daunting.

Frieza knew his position in front of Beerus very well, and dared not disobey him in the slightest.

However, Sun Wukong was not afraid, and his eyes looked at Piccolo again. "Hmm? Piccolo is here too. Didn't he say he was looking for Kiru? Trunks, how did he become Piccolo?"

Sun Wukong asked again, his face full of curiosity and confusion, his head slightly tilted to one side, like an innocent child.

Hearing this, Trunks told everyone the whole story.

"Uncle Piccolo has become stronger, and he has assimilated with Kiru. In this way, we don't have to be distracted by observing Kiru's movements at all times."

Sun Wuhan, who was standing aside, ran to Piccolo's side. His eyes were full of joy and excitement. He carefully felt Piccolo's breath, as if he was feeling a new power, a hope that could bring them victory.

"Uncle Piccolo, that's great. We can fight side by side again."

Sun Wuhan's eyes were shining, and the light was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, full of expectations and confidence for future battles.

Piccolo also showed a long-lost smile at this moment.

Thousands of words are contained in this smile, including the helplessness of being weak in the past, which is now all laughed off, as if it is a kind of relief from the past and an expectation for the future.

"Lord Beerus, everyone is here, no more, no less, exactly ten. When will we set off?" Trunks asked.

His eyes revealed a hint of eagerness and expectation. He looked at Beerus and waited for his order, as if he was a warrior about to go to war, eager to step onto the battlefield and show his strength.

Beerus closed his eyes and began to connect with Whis. "Wis, we are ready, come and pick us up."

His voice was low and calm, as if he was having an ordinary conversation with a friend from afar, but with an unquestionable majesty.

Whoosh!

Whis appeared in front of everyone.

"Well, it will be soon. The arena is still under construction. We should be the first universe to arrive."

Whis's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

"Everyone hold hands, we are ready to set off."