Dragon Ball: What It's Like to Be a Kakarot

Chapter 35 The Great Demon King Piccolo

Two old uncle-level fishermen went to the canyon together, where there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, and there are piles of swimming fish.

Find a corner, set up the tent, put a deck chair, throw the fishing line into the water skillfully, and look at the sea in the distance, it may be a beautiful thing.

"No air force this time!" A fisherman said to his companion.

The fisherman next to him laughed and didn't answer.

Just light a cigarette and watch the white mist drift away.

He doesn't know why he likes such a boring thing like fishing.

When I regained my senses, I became addicted to fishing, day fishing, night fishing, like a madman.

Even the family is falling apart over the hobby of fishing, which sounds incredible to outsiders.

A fish jumped out of the water and looked at the two fishermen curiously, but they refused to take the bait, which frustrated the self-esteem of the two fishermen.

Fishermen will never go into the sea to catch fish, use power grids and the like.

They only use fishing rods, even if the fish is in front of them, they can grab it with one hand, and they will never reach out to catch the fish.

You must use the fishing rod to get the pleasure.

Unless they found nothing when they went home, then they might consider grabbing something to take away, so as not to return empty-handed.

Therefore, the two fishermen just gritted their teeth and did not make any other moves as they watched the big fish keep provoking on the water surface.

And the fish was scratching its head and posing on the surface of the water. Seeing that the two fishermen ignored him, it returned to the water and touched the bait curiously.

The fishing rod swayed slightly, making the two fishermen gradually excited.

They looked at each other.

There is a play!

Fishing is a boring job that often requires patience and waiting. The two fishing guys sat cross-legged on the chairs, as if two successful martial artists were closing their eyes and meditating.

The first day passed, the second day passed, and the third day passed.

The two fishermen gradually became in a trance.

"Did you see that the fishing rod seemed to move just now?"

"Shh, don't scare me away..."

The two anglers stared at the water with dark circles under their eyes.

The fishing rod moved again.

The last sinking.

"Caught it! Caught it!"

The two fishermen were ecstatic, holding the fishing rods, unceasingly reeling in and pulling them up, their joyful faces gradually dulled.

I saw...a rice cooker hanging on the hook.

They caught the rice cooker!

"Maybe it's an antique?"

His companion comforted him.

Taking the rice cooker off the hook, they were surprised to find that there was still a yellow symbol on the rice cooker, and the writing on it had long been blurred.

"Guang... Wang..."

Reading the words on the seal, the fisherman tore off the seal of the rice cooker and opened it.

A burst of black smoke continuously drifted out from the inside of the rice cooker.

"Hahahaha, after 300 years, I, Piccolo, finally came out!!!"

The black smoke transformed into a green monster with an old face, green skin, and tentacles on top of its head.

"!!!"

The two anglers looked at Piccolo in horror, and were so frightened by the accident that they fell to the ground.

There is such a monster stuffed in the rice cooker!

"Human." Piccolo looked at the two anglers who accidentally let him out.

"200 years ago, I thought to myself that if anyone released me, I would grant his three wishes; 100 years ago, I thought to myself, that if anyone released me, I would grant his two wishes. Now, I only To fulfill one of your wishes, tell me, what do you want?"

Piccolo grinned evilly.

There is only one wish, which is definitely not enough for two people to share.

He waited patiently for the two to disagree.

The two anglers looked at each other, and finally, one of them dared to ask Piccolo, "Can you go back?"

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Piccolo looked at this human being suspiciously, raised his hand and fired a qigong cannon to blow up the rice cooker to pieces.

Seeing the green-skinned monster launch a grenade-level attack casually, the two fishermen yelled and ran out.

"Human beings are so fragile no matter how long they have passed."

Piccolo looked at the two weak human beings who were fleeing in a hurry, and sneered, but he didn't bother them.

The thought is that they let themselves go, so forget it this time.

As soon as Piccolo fired the qigong cannon into the water, countless fish were blasted out. He grabbed two and stuffed them into his mouth, and they swallowed them raw!

After eating a little food, Piccolo recovered a little bit of energy.

"This time, we must kill those martial arts masters first, and then go to rule the world!"

Piccolo said angrily.

300 years ago, he ran rampant in the world, but was accidentally sealed in the rice cooker by a martial artist named Wu Taidou with an evil and terrifying move called Mo Fengbo.

This one is 300 years old.

Fortunately, as a Namekian, he lived a better life than the people on Earth, and he has been struggling until now.

He looked at his dry, wrinkled skin.

"I'm too old, I don't know if the gods created that thing..." A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the big devil Piccolo.

The Great Demon King Piccolo opened his mouth and spat out a big green egg full of juice.

The gigantic egg cracked open with a crack, and a green monster with wings came out from it.

"Go, bring me energy, and the whereabouts of Dragon Ball."

Piccolo was out of breath, so he rested on the recliner beside him.

And his newly hatched "son" retreated in response, and with a flap of its wings, it set off a strong wind and flew into the distance.

After two months, Piccolo replenished his own energy, grabbed a plane, and flew high into the sky, headed for the location of Xidu.

Someone there claims that once a year, dark clouds gather and a terrifying dragon is seen covering the sky.

Piccolo knew that it was a magical creation named Shenlong, which had the incredible ability to realize wishes.

The passengers on the plane are not only the big devil Piccolo, but also the rest of the devil cubs.

A small TV was placed in front of Piccolo, and the video of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament was being played on it.

"All martial arts masters will compete at the world's number one martial arts conference, to snatch the martial arts roster, and then kill the martial arts masters on the roster."

Piccolo ordered, and several fat devil cubs flew out of the plane and flew towards the world's number one martial arts conference.

The flying of the monsters quickly attracted the attention of the police. They thought these monsters were ordinary flying dragon monsters, and hurriedly summoned the police to launch missiles to drive them away.

Unexpectedly, these monsters were not afraid of missiles at all, and instead opened their mouths to spit out cannons, destroying the police plane.

The crash of the plane caused panic all of a sudden, the police army continued to increase its personnel, and then was killed by the demons in vain, finally, the army collapsed!

"Everyone, we have received a notice from the police that the 22nd World No. [-] Martial Arts Conference will be postponed. A group of murderers is approaching us. Please evacuate as soon as possible!"

The host with yellow hair and sunglasses was holding a microphone and shouting anxiously at the martial arts masters.

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These two days have a rest, and tomorrow will continue to add and make up.

(End of this chapter)