Dragon Ball: What if Son Goku became an evil villain?

Compared to the training with Son Gohan and Master Roshi, Mr. Popo's guidance was an unprecedented experience for Vegeta.

In addition to daily combat training, Mr. Popo also taught Vegeta many other things.

On this day, in the spacious square of the Temple of Heaven, Vegeta sat quietly on a stone slab.

His eyes were closed, his expression indifferent.

And under him was a square stone slab.

Mr. Bobo stood quietly by and gave instructions: "Let's get started."

Vegeta closed his eyes quietly, restrained his breath to the minimum, and then tried to transmit the breath that had been restrained to the minimum to the stone slab.

His goal was to make the stone slab beneath him float while restraining his breath.

But this seemed very difficult, and Vegeta's face gradually began to show difficulty.

Because no matter how he circulated his breath, he could not make the stone slab below float even one centimeter high.

Gradually, Vegeta's expression began to become ferocious, and cold sweat continued to appear on his forehead.

Snapped!

Mr. Popo suddenly slapped him: "Vegeta, your mind is in turmoil! Remember what I said, calm your mind. The use of breath does not require strength. As long as your mood can be as calm as the sky, your breath will obey you."

Although Mr. Popo said it easily, it was too difficult for Vegeta.

Back then, Vegeta mastered the sensing and restraining of breath after just one fight on Earth. At that time, he was very complacent about it and felt that he was indeed a genius among the Saiyans.

But now Vegeta realized that what he had mastered at the beginning was actually just the crudest and lowest level of aura use.

The real use of breath is far from simple.

"Ahhh! I can't do this!"

After persisting for a while, Vegeta opened his eyes dejectedly, sat on the ground and said helplessly.

"That's all for today. Next, I will teach you how to meditate. This is different from the meditation you learned before. It is a way of practicing aura that the gods taught me."

"Your previous training method focused on physical training, but the meditation of God Piccolo focuses on the training of Qi." "Perhaps after learning this, you will be able to do what you just did."

"I understand!"

Vegeta nodded. Now he no longer dared to underestimate the guy in front of him whose combat power was only over a thousand.

"Next, close your eyes and feel the breath I release."

Vegeta closed his eyes as Mr. Popo said, and immediately felt a force gathering at Mr. Popo's fingertips.

Under Mr. Bobo's control, this energy sometimes turns into flying birds and sometimes turns into waterfalls.

"Do you feel it? What you need to do next is to make your aura the same as mine. This requires you to use your mind to control your aura..."

Vegeta listened carefully, taking every word Popo said into his mind.

In this way, time passed little by little, and before he knew it, Vegeta had spent half a year training in the temple.

On this day, Vegeta was still practicing with Mr. Popo.

Beside them, the god Piccolo stood at the edge of the temple, gazing down into the netherworld.

Vegeta was no longer surprised by this.

He learned from Mr. Bobo that the god Piccolo was observing the underworld.

This celestial temple has a special power. As long as you obtain the status of a god, you can observe every corner of the earth from the temple.

To Vegeta, this was just a boring way to kill time.

However, Vegeta, who was fully engaged in training, did not notice that something seemed to be wrong with God Piccolo today.

His eyes were extremely solemn and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Damn you Pilaf! What on earth have you done?"

Following the gaze of the god Piccolo, the scene shifted to somewhere in the underworld.

This is a huge base.

The security here is tight, with soldiers armed with live ammunition and various armored vehicles everywhere.

From time to time, patrolling combat aircraft can be seen above the base.

In addition, in every corner of the base, on every person, and even on various weapons, you can see a red pattern that looks like a bow tie, with the letter R written on each side.

This symbol is the symbol of the Red Ribbon Legion, an organization that most ordinary people on earth are afraid of!

And this base is the headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army.

But while the red-ribbon soldiers outside were still on guard, a power transition was quietly taking place inside the headquarters.

"Counselor Pilaf, how dare you betray me!"

Inside the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, Commander-in-Chief Rhett lay dying on the ground, looking at Pilaf, his most trusted scientific advisor, in disbelief.

There was a big hole in Rhett's chest at this moment, and blood kept pouring out of the hole.

The culprit behind all this was a tall figure standing next to Pilaf in front of him.

Pilaf said, "Marshal Wright, it's not that I betray you, but the Red Ribbon Army can only rule the world if it is controlled by Lord Piccolo."

"You...you guys!"

Rhett used up his last bit of strength to look around at the generals of the Red Ribbon Army.

These legion elites all lowered their heads at this moment, and no one stood up to fight for their commander.

At this time, a black man came over with a pistol and pointed the gun at Rhett.

"Lieutenant... Lieutenant Black? Are you going to betray me too?"

"Captain Rhett, Pilaf is right. Rather than being destroyed by the Great Demon Lord Piccolo, it is better to join his army. Therefore, you are the only one who can be sacrificed! For the sake of our many years of friendship, let me give you a quick death!"

boom!

With a gunshot, Rhett took his last breath.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Red Ribbon Army generals, led by Adjutant Blake, and their highly paid ace killer Tao Baibai, knelt down in front of that person.

"Lord Piccolo! The Red Ribbon Army is yours from now on!"

"Ah."

Under the gazes of everyone, the old body of Lord Piccolo sat on the seat that originally belonged to Marshal Wright.

Although the small chair was very disproportionate to the devil's huge body, no one dared to laugh out loud.

Lord Piccolo's face was full of wrinkles and his voice was very weak.

But no one dared to underestimate this legendary devil who almost destroyed humanity.

Because just one of the demon subordinates under the Great Demon Lord Piccolo, who was covered in green and had a pair of wings, easily defeated the world's number one killer Tao Paibai.

If Tao Baibai had not been quick to beg for mercy immediately, he might have died at the hands of this demon.

If a mere demon king's subordinate is so powerful, then the strength of the great demon king Piccolo is simply unimaginable.

"Pilaf, now the Red Ribbon Army is mine, so the next target is the Dragon Ball, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Great Demon King!"

Pilaf and his two subordinates, Ash and Xiao Wu, knelt on the ground and explained:

"As long as you gather all seven dragon balls, you can restore your youth, Great Demon King. By then, your power should be able to defeat that Vegeta!"

"Um……"

Lord Piccolo nodded.

Although he didn't think there was any human in this world who could defeat him, after all, according to Pilaf, the human named Vegeta had once destroyed Carrick II!

Carrick, the great devil Piccolo still remembers this name.

That was a powerful existence who was called the Great Demon King earlier than him. When Carrick was still alive, the Great Demon King Piccolo had to avoid his edge and did not dare to call himself the Demon King. It was not until Carrick was destroyed by the previous generation of gods that Piccolo gradually called himself the successor of the Demon King Carrick.

Even if Carrick II does not have the terrifying strength of the first Carrick, his strength should be comparable to that of his old body.

In order to avoid repeating the same mistake, he decided to agree to Pilaf's request to control the Red Ribbon Army first and use their power to find the Dragon Balls to restore his youth.

"Vegeta? As long as I regain my youth, I can crush him to death with one hand!"