Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 131

The demons in the Dragon Ball world come from a long-ago story. At that time, a global climate change occurred on the Namek planet. Countless Namekians died, and those who survived either persevered or fled to the starry sky. beginning.

"Piccolo, you must escape, you must survive, Piccolo! Perhaps, we will come back to you in 20 years!"

"Ah!" The young Piccolo woke up from his sleep, "Who are they? Why did you let me escape? Where are you going? How long?"

"Here is... spaceship... Piccolo!"

The door of the spaceship opened with a sound, and Piccolo climbed out. It was a world of green grass that he had never seen before, with tender yellow grass buds under his feet, towering giant trees in the distance, and high-flying birds in the sky.

"This world is completely different from the dream world...I...have successfully escaped?" Piccolo thought blankly, "Then will they come back to find me? 20 years?"

From then on, he began to wait on the earth, rain or shine, and the first wait was 20 years.

"They... probably won't come again..." Piccolo has turned into a boy (Namekians have a long lifespan so the stages of life are extended accordingly).

"So lonely..." Piccolo looked at the vast starry sky at night, "Maybe I should go for a walk..."

"Hahahaha! Where did you come from, little stranger? What, you are wandering too? Where are your parents?" Six wandering youths in a nearby small city surrounded Piccolo.

"I..." Piccolo opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't understand the other person's pronunciation at all, and the other party couldn't understand his pronunciation either.

"Hahahaha, look at it, it's so stupid!" The gangster smiled and pointed at the piccolo.

"Stupid?" Piccolo was very strange.

"Yes, silly!" The little boss was even happier.

"Boss, look at him, he is stupid, and he doesn't seem to have any backing. Why don't we sell him to the black market, he should be able to make a lot of money because he looks so strange!" one of his subordinates suggested.

"Hmm~ What you said makes sense..." The little hooligan leader rubbed his head. It was indeed a good idea. They were originally orphans in the city, and they grew wildly without anyone to manage them. The cruel law of the gods was engraved in their behavior early on, and they didn't think it was wrong at all.

"Sell?" Piccolo knew their attitudes just from their expressions.

In the end, Piccolo weighed them all and became their boss.

"Damn it, wait for me!" The leader of the hooligans ran away as if fleeing, and took away a buddy. Now the hooligan gang has become five people, and Piccolo, who has not fully learned the earth dialect, has become their boss. .

"Boss, this is the food that our former boss hid, please enjoy it!" The bad boy who first came up with the idea was also the first to surrender.

"Food?" Piccolo is a little strange, he has never eaten this thing, it smells like grass seeds and bird eggs, but he has never tried it, he can survive just by drinking water .

"You must not be polite, this is a good thing thrown out of the pastry shop!" The little gangster raised the cake that was a bit hard again.

"Hmm...Mm." Piccolo took a bite of the cake, feeling surprisingly good.

From this day on, a small gang of thugs in this city has become a big one, and people don't care about it.

The gifted child of the Namekian dragon clan turned into a genius criminal after losing his memory. This sounds like a big joke, but this genius doesn't see it that way. On the contrary, he is very happy.

"Ahahahaha! Big brother, you are really amazing, you can jump up such a high place!" Piccolo's gangsters praised with a radio on their shoulders. With this, they can listen to the radio to pass the time when they are bored. It's time.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to steal expensive things?" Piccolo crushed the drink in his hand and questioned the boy.

"No, big brother, it's very useful for us to have this, and I've calculated that its current second-hand price has almost dropped by half, so it's not that valuable anymore!" The young man retorted tremblingly.

"Yeah!" Piccolo glanced at the big guy on the boy's shoulder, acquiescing.

The only golden rule for small gangs in the city to survive is to not push the limits of tolerance for the big ones, but a lot of people forget that, so most of them go to jail, only Piccolo's gang is still here Happy.

Over the years, many vagrants have joined their gang one after another, and then left because they couldn't stand the rules and regulations, but only their gang is still alive.

"Huh! It's back, we can steal some more electricity from a merchant on Qianmen Street, so we can use this radio!" After the little gangster said, the hooligans in the lair cheered.

This is the home for the city's homeless children, Tentacle Lair—an unfinished building in the central area of ​​the city, a small den that belongs exclusively to Piccolo and his gang. Many people know this place, but they all acquiesce in it.

"Well! Then use up the last bit of the bundle of wires today!" Piccolo walked to the only intact seat here, continued to do it, and picked up the juice that had been prepared by the side.

"Brother, this is the rabbit we caught in the grass in the woods outside today, look..."

"Give it to them!" Piccolo said, taking a sip of the juice.

"Okay! Thank you, brother," he said before running to share the rabbits. "Our big brother is really strange. He only drinks water or fruit juice every day, and even rarely eats rice. How is it that he is so strong? "

"Haha, who knows, I just need to know that I can have a meal with my brother!"

"Sigh... I don't know how this war will end. If there is no war, maybe I will still live in my happy little home!"

"What are you talking about? Wouldn't it be good to follow Big Brother now?"

"Okay, of course, hahahaha!"

"Hmph!" Piccolo was already immune to these sycophants, "Is it war..."

When Piccolo came to the earth at the very beginning, each region on the earth was still independent, huddled in its own geographical area, but with the advancement of technology, they all began to expand outward, fighting endlessly, this is why there are many orphans in the city s reason.

It is precisely because of war that people have an unprecedented desire for peace.

"Peace?" Piccolo put the empty bottle aside, "Probably it's really a good thing..."

(End of this chapter)