Dragon Ball: Destroy Planet Vegeta with Frieza

Earth.

Celestial Temple.

At this time, the Celestial Temple welcomed the first batch of trialists.

That's right! A batch!

After several years of fighting, the martial artists who originally wanted to embezzle the Dragon Balls were unable to do anything to the androids, and finally had to unite with other martial artists to break through the barriers together.

However, uniting martial artists is not enough, after all, there is no way to find the Dragon Balls.

And the birth of Bulma directly gave all martial artists a direction.

Even so, it also took several years.

In 753 A.E., the combat power of the 16-year-old Son Goku had reached 20,000, and he took the last four-star dragon ball, which completely ended this trial.

Because each dragon ball was taken by a different person, naturally everyone united to board the Celestial Temple.

Bulma was also included.

There were eight people in total.

The eight people are Son Goku, Bulma, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Jiaozi, Piccolo (old), Yamcha, and Yajirobe.

The gears of fate turned, and they got together by chance.

However, due to the change of the timeline, Piccolo was not able to wreak havoc on everything. Although his combat power is extremely strong now, he can't dominate alone.

And because of this, he was not solved by Son Goku.

Instead, they joined forces to obtain the Dragon Ball.

Looking at this group of powerful earth warriors, the gods and Mr. Popo were extremely satisfied.

Although Piccolo's existence is particularly eye-catching, the others are real earthlings!

"Mr. Bobo, we succeeded! Through our efforts, we have cultivated so many powerful Earth warriors in just a few years."

"At least we have the ability to protect ourselves against aliens!"

"Yes~"

Seeing these Earth warriors in front of him, the gods were sincerely excited. If they had developed according to the original trajectory, let alone flourishing, there would not be many people with decent combat power.

And if they had not seen the Saiyans, with their powerful combat power, they would never have thought of cultivating Earth warriors.

Now...

This is like a fruitful harvest.

It makes them extremely excited.

After calming down for a while, the God of Heaven said, "Congratulations on completing this most basic test. Since you all worked together to complete it, it is indeed difficult to renew the contract."

"However... there will be special training next. If anyone can get the best, he will not only get more benefits, but also have the opportunity to make a wish."

"What do you think?"

The God of Heaven slowly stood up. On his cloak and clothes, the word "God" was so dazzling.

The people present did not pay attention to what he said. They looked at the God of Heaven and then at Piccolo.

Sun Wukong was shocked.

"It's really the same!!"

"Is there two Piccolo? It's amazing. He can actually split one person into two. How did he do it?"

The others were also amazed.

Instead, Piccolo's face was full of black lines. He glared at Sun Wukong with dissatisfaction, as if he was looking at a fool.

What does it mean to divide a person into two people?

Although this is the fact, for some reason, it seems so weird when it comes out of Sun Wukong's mouth, which is really unacceptable!

"Shut up!"

Picco shouted angrily, and then looked at the God with a little dissatisfaction.

"I didn't expect that we would meet one day, and in this way!"

Picco's heart is extremely complicated. He really wanted to rule the world. At first, the world was normal, but I don't know when martial artists became stronger and stronger.

Even many of them are about to catch up with him, which forced him to practice desperately. He has no time to divide his energy to create subordinates, and at the same time, he has no time to think about ruling the world.

It can be said that he was swept away and had no idea of ​​dominating.

Now, he has even set foot on the Temple of the God of Heaven.

Thinking about what has happened in the past few years, Piccolo doesn't want to complain anymore. He is really afraid of being swept away.

Especially the little brat next to him...

No need to think, this is definitely Sun Wukong. After all, Sun Wukong is also a Saiyan. Although he is a low-level warrior, he has lost his original memory after being hit on the head.

He has truly become a martial arts fanatic.

Because of this, the idea of ​​practicing is even more sincere. He practices vigorously. From obscurity at the beginning to a name that resounds throughout the world at the end, it can be said that he has ascended to heaven in one step..

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Everyone felt that something big was going to happen when they heard what Piccolo said.

The God of Heaven also had a complicated expression on his face. Looking at the face that was very similar to his own, he did not expect that this move between him and Mr. Popo would make Piccolo forget about ruling the world.

He was even more forced to practice desperately.

Now... his combat power has reached 18,000, which shows that he has also been practicing crazily over the years.

But because of his old age, his talent has long been weakened.

Naturally, it is difficult to catch up with others.

But even so, he is still considered a top-ranked warrior on Earth.

"I really did not expect to meet you in this way, but I feel very fortunate. If it were not for this move, you would definitely destroy the lower world beyond recognition."

"At least everything is fine now."

The God of Heaven smiled, and then ignored Piccolo's ugly face. After all, Piccolo was so ugly that his face turned green.

Dark green...

The God looked at everyone present.

"You can ascend to the Temple of the Gods, which means you are the most powerful warriors on Earth, but don't really think you are the strongest."

"There are always people who are better than you. You are just starting out, and we will give you some tests in the future."

"If you can pass, at least your combat effectiveness will be increased several times on this basis."

"This will be the beginning of your transformation!"

After the God said this, everyone present seemed particularly indifferent, as if they thought the God was bragging.

After all, their combat effectiveness is the strongest on Earth, who can compare with them?

Among them, Yamcha is the most arrogant, looking down on everyone, and the others are more or less arrogant.

To stand out from so many martial artists, their own combat effectiveness and temperament are not weak, even when facing the God, they did not show much respect.