Dragon Ball Romance

Chapter 395 "07" Mindless and unhappy
Piccolo, a genius dragon, officially stepped into the world of the earth.

However, it didn't go so smoothly.

Although he is indeed a genius, he is still just a weak chicken who has lived in Yunzebit Heights for 30 years.

Just walking out of Yunzebit Heights is a pain in the ass.

Fortunately, he is a Namekian, and his daily diet only needs clean water. Although this makes people suspect that he is a photosynthetic vegetable, it does reduce the difficulty of hiking in the wilderness.

Wang Chao watched all the way from the sky in the future. If he had this kind of vegetative function back then, he should have been able to relax a lot.

When Piccolo finally saw the first inhabited village, he was already very embarrassed.

He was walking on the road in the village, but the simple villagers regarded him as a monster and looked at him strangely.The remote village is almost isolated from the outside world. The villagers here have never seen an animal man or a monster man. They have seen green skin, snail-like tentacles on their heads, sharp claws, and strange patterns on their arms and chest. The guy... And this monster is a strong man two meters tall!
With such a face, it is hard not to panic the villagers.

What's more, Piccolo has no "human touch" on his face.He has been autistic for 30 years in a ghostly place like Yunzebit Heights. It is good that his language function has not degenerated and he has no facial paralysis. If he has any human touch and vitality on his face, it is too much for him.

Piccolo probably never imagined that he would be so unpopular. The people here are completely different from the only "God" he has ever come into contact with, and they are too unfriendly.

He left in embarrassment, with a little uneasiness and bewilderment, and moved on.

A month later, another town.

In the silent night, the tall figure touched the well, threw down the wooden barrel and brought it up again, and drank heavily for 10 minutes.

In the dense night, Piccolo looked around with his dark yellow eyes, like a vigilant owl.

Bang, he threw away the bucket and wiped his mouth.At this time, he has discovered that the outside world is no better than his "home".Although it is true that there are many more people, there are not half of them who can be said.What he said in this month is not as much as he said to that "God" 30 years ago.There is no human being who gives him similarity, closeness, respect, and a sense of yearning and longing.

"Where does God... live?" He murmured to himself in the night.

The journey of not knowing the direction continues.

When he came to the bustling area, there were many animal and monster faces on the streets, and passers-by no longer looked at Piccolo with strange eyes.

But Piccolo found sensitively that things didn't seem to have changed.

Because of the invisible prejudice, from the previous one to him, it turned to the whole group of animal people and monster people.On the surface, it seems that the three major races have the same status, but it is obvious that only ordinary humans on the street are more decent and more glamorous. Their faces are relaxed and even pure, which is seen on the faces of animal people and monster people. less than...

Going round and round, Piccolo wandered aimlessly in the world for more than ten years.

He has seen the bustling cities, and he has also been to the wild countryside. Some places are full of TVs and cars, while some places are still farming with hoes. Different towns seem to live in different eras of the world.

"Hmph, little bitch!"

In the alley, a few hooligans kicked and kicked a green-haired vixen, who held his head and moaned.

Piccolo passed by here, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "Stop!"

The hooligans stopped and looked over in surprise.Although Piccolo was a two-meter tall man, he was nothing special.The gangsters pulled out weapons such as iron bars and crowbars from their waists.

A few minutes later, Piccolo was hugged into a ball and beaten with various sticks.The green fur fox had already taken the opportunity to run out of the alley.

"How dare you meddle in your own business!"

"Freak!"

"Better to die."

The gangsters committed atrocities recklessly, hitting Piccolo's body with iron rods and crowbars relentlessly, leaving behind bruises and bloodstains.

"Hey, did you see that his blood is purple!" The gangsters laughed as if they had discovered something novel, "It really is a freak! Hahahaha..."

Piccolo endured and remained silent, a hostility grew in his heart.

His heart was split in two, the part of him that thought it was wrong to hurt people, and the part that roared with hatred and wanted to kill them all.

"That's——the devil's energy?" In the sky, An Ning's face changed. As the Supreme Lord, she has direct control over the earth's hell devil's energy and other affairs. She noticed that little by little was gathering in the alley faster than Wang Chao. There is a strange smell around Piccolo who is being beaten. "To be able to attract demon energy in this era, he really deserves to be a 'genius' valued by you..." Just as he was about to go down to stop him, he was grabbed by the hand next to him.

Wang Chao stopped her, "Wait and see."

An Ning was puzzled.Not long after, another figure appeared at the entrance of the alley below.He is an ordinary human youth.

"Hey, stop!" The young man shouted angrily.

"Oops!" The hooligans seemed to recognize him, and all of them changed their expressions. They raised their iron bars and crowbars to make a defensive posture, and warned sternly: "Wu Taidou, don't meddle in your own business! Your Budokan can't control us." let's go?"

Behind the young man, the green-haired fox ran up panting, "Wu...Senior Brother Wu Taidou...that's them..." He pointed at the gangsters in the alley.

"Look, I'm not meddling in my own business." The young man, that is, Wu Taidou, walked slowly into the alley with his fists crackling.

"Damn! That dead fox is actually from the Budokan?" The gangsters were also angry, "The Budokan still accepts these beasts, this is too—ah, ah! It hurts! Big brother, ouch! Grandpa Wu , Ah! Boss! Stop hitting, stop hitting..."

After a while of confusion, Wu Taidou shouted angrily: "Get lost!"

The hooligans with bruised noses and swollen faces left in embarrassment.The green-haired fox lifted Piccolo, who was covered in bruises and also had a swollen face, and asked with concern, "Are you okay? Thank you for saving me..."

Piccolo's original gloomy expression dissipated a lot, he looked at the green fur fox, and then at the human youth who showed his might just now.

"My name is Wu Taidou, and I'm a martial artist." The young man smiled and reached out to him, "Big man, how about you?"

Piccolo's tone was indifferent, he has never learned what kind of tone is affectionate, "Piccolo."

Wu Taidou pulled him up and exclaimed: "You are really tall! And you have a good physique... If the master sees you, his saliva will probably flow down!" He patted Piccolo as he spoke, as if he saw you What a rare treasure.

"What is a martial artist?" Piccolo asked suddenly.

"Want to know?" Wu Taidou smiled brightly, "Come with me!"

(End of this chapter)