Since Piccolo Daimao became king, the entire world has descended into chaos and darkness.
The police, once upholding peace, have been stripped of all authority, while imprisoned criminals have been set free.
Destruction, slaughter, robbery...
Countless crimes spread and multiply, transforming the once-peaceful Earth into a hell for humanity and a paradise for demons!
Meanwhile, in West City—
"Hahaha... Charge in! Charge in!"
"This is the headquarters of the Dragon Ball Corporation; it's filled with riches and women!"
"Kill all those security guards! Rush in, all of you!"
Amidst the thunder of gunfire, a group of criminals, clad in prison uniforms and armed with machine guns and cannons, relentlessly attacked the towering headquarters of the Dragon Ball Corporation.
As the undisputed leading company in the world, even these inmates had heard of the Dragon Ball Corporation. The thought of all the wealth and beautiful women inside made these savage criminals go mad with excitement.
Kill! Plunder! Destroy!
With no police to hinder them anymore, they were free to do as they pleased.
What a wonderful era! Praise the world! Praise Piccolo Daimao!
Just then, with a loud click, the main doors of the Dragon Ball Corporation opened, and two figures stepped out.
One was a middle-aged man with a long, braided beard; the other, a skinny old man.
It was none other than Tao Pai Pai and Crane Hermit.
"Look! Two old fools actually dared to come out!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Kill them!"
"Die, die!"
The criminals laughed mockingly at Tao Pai Pai and Crane Hermit and pulled the triggers, ready to kill the two.
With a cold snort, Tao Pai Pai and Crane Hermit moved their arms like blurs, effortlessly catching all the incoming bullets.
"What?!!"
The criminals' eyes widened in horror, their faces twisted in disbelief.
"Tao Pai Pai, kill them."
"Understood!"
Crane Hermit spoke calmly, while Tao Pai Pai flashed a cruel smile. With a wave of their fingers, they unleashed their Dodon Ray attack, wiping out the criminals amid a chorus of blood-curdling screams.
"Kinkaku, Ginkaku, dispose of the bodies."
"Yes, Master Tao Pai Pai!"
With a flick of his cloak, Tao Pai Pai ordered, and two men in security uniforms quickly came out.
Kinkaku and Ginkaku, their faces turning pale at the gory scene, nearly threw up. Despite their reluctance, they dared not defy Tao Pai Pai's command and hurriedly cleared the bodies.
Incidentally, these Kinkaku and Ginkaku are the same ones whom young Goku once encountered in the original Dragon Ball. Somehow, instead of bullying villagers in a small town, the two brothers had ended up as security guards for the Dragon Ball Corporation.
They also happened to moonlight as corpse collectors now.
"Help us… please help us!"
Not long after, a group of refugees came running over, crying and pleading for help from Tao Pai Pai and his men.
"Don't worry; as long as you're here at the Dragon Ball Corporation, you're safe."
"Hurry inside; there's hot water and food. Go on and take a rest."
Wearing an uncharacteristically warm smile, Tao Pai Pai spoke words one would never expect from someone like him.
"Thank you, Tao Pai Pai, sir. You're truly a kind man."
"Thank you so much!"
The refugees expressed their heartfelt gratitude, while Tao Pai Pai felt a bit sickened by it.
He was, after all, the world's number one assassin. People used to call him a demon or executioner. Now, people were calling him kind.
This world truly had gone insane!
Though deeply unsettled, Tao Pai Pai maintained a righteous expression.
"Don't thank us; if you must thank someone, thank the Dragon Ball Corporation and our boss. It was his order to help the refugees."
"Yes, thank the Dragon Ball Corporation and Mr. Yuujin!"
"Mr. Yuujin is truly a kind person!"
After finally shepherding the teary-eyed refugees into the building, Tao Pai Pai reverted to his usual cold demeanor—
"Hmph, I really don't understand what the boss is thinking. What's the point of sheltering these worthless freeloaders?"
Since Piccolo Daimao took the throne, Tao Pai Pai had been busy dealing with criminals attacking the corporation and taking in refugees seeking shelter. This was not the sort of work a top assassin should be doing; he was starting to feel like some sort of justice warrior.
"Calm down, Tao Pai Pai."
"The boss must have his reasons for doing this. All we need to do is follow his orders."
Stroking his thin mustache, Crane Hermit spoke slowly.
With the cunning of a fox, Crane Hermit sensed the boss's intentions through Yuujin's orders. While Piccolo Daimao sowed chaos in the world, the Dragon Ball Corporation provided aid and refuge to refugees everywhere. Later, these refugees would certainly be grateful to the corporation and its boss.
The boss was winning hearts and minds!
Previously, Crane Hermit had served Yuujin mainly for his strength and generous rewards, but now he admired Yuujin from the bottom of his heart.
This was the mark of a true hero!
Crane Hermit felt a pang of jealousy; he could only wonder how Master Roshi had gotten so lucky to have such an exceptional disciple. If only Yuujin were a disciple of the Crane School!
As the world outside descended further into turmoil, Yuujin, adored by countless refugees, continued to indulge himself daily on a private island with Bulma and other ladies. Even Master Roshi and Gohan spent their days happily chasing beautiful women along the beach, untouched by the events outside.
But Yuujin couldn't simply watch the world perish or humanity fall to Piccolo Daimao's whims. After a month of secluded, carefree island life, Yuujin and his party finally ended their vacation, boarding a luxury yacht back to the mainland.
Unsurprisingly, Master Roshi and Gohan were left speechless when they saw the devastated cities, fleeing refugees, and the desolation that covered the land.
They had only been on vacation for a month—how had the world come to this?!
To be continued...
The Senzu Beans pouch gets destroyed...
Vegeta's transformation time ends...
Frieza is bodying everyone...
Everything seems bleak...
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