"Didi!"
Blonde Lanqi: Combat Power 8
Blue-haired Lanqi: Combat Power 3
Lanqi stayed at Bulma's house as a maid and quickly won the praise of Dr. Brief, Mrs. Brief, and Bulma.
When it came to housekeeping, blue-haired Lanqi was undoubtedly a master.
Of course, sneezing was inevitable, and the lawless blonde Lanqi would occasionally emerge, causing chaos.
She would somehow produce a submachine gun from nowhere and start shooting wildly while cursing.
But Renkai was no Kame Sennin—he would not indulge her behavior. As long as blonde Lanqi dared to act out, Renkai would not hesitate to put her in her place.
After being punished several times, the blonde Lanqi became much more obedient and refrained from going on wild rampages whenever she appeared.
Moreover, she developed a blush-inducing interest in Renkai, who could easily overpower her.
That gum-chewing, handsome man was incredibly strong!
And so cold.
Even when facing a woman, he was ruthless and unyielding.
It was really...
Exactly to her taste.
"Hey, Renkai, you're so powerful. Want to team up with me? If you and I join forces, we can rob banks all over the world!"
The blonde Lanqi grinned excitedly the moment she emerged.
Renkai gave her an expressionless glance. "You know I'm powerful. With my strength, do you think I need to rob banks? Wouldn't it be easier to just charge protection fees from the king himself?"
Blonde Lanqi was stunned.
Extorting His Majesty, the ruler of the world?
This man was something else!
She liked him even more!
After transforming, as long as she didn't go on shooting sprees, Renkai didn't restrict blonde Lanqi's movements.
She even tagged along when he trained Bulma, Oolong, and Puar, practicing casually as she pleased.
As for Yamcha and Krillin, they had moved to a different training ground, continuing to level up under the 10x gravity left behind by young Goku.
After Renkai trained in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and pushed his combat power past a thousand, he further unlocked Yamcha and Krillin's potential.
He even let Krillin try the Ultra Divine Water.
The result? Even Earth's strongest warriors couldn't withstand it—Krillin suddenly dropped dead.
After being revived by Shenron, Krillin was left with lingering trauma from the experience.
Yamcha, however, found it hilarious.
True brothers don't just share good times—they share the suffering too.
Meanwhile, Chowder refused to give up on his ambition to become the ruler of the world. He and his two followers roamed the land, searching for the Dragon Balls to summon Shenron and fulfill his wish.
But they weren't the only ones. The three disciples of Crane School were also hunting for the Dragon Balls, intending to revive Torudo.
Unfortunately for them, the Crane School trio was outmatched. They failed to snatch the Dragon Balls from Chowder's group.
Growing desperate, Chowder decided to take a gamble.
If he couldn't obtain the Dragon Balls through normal means, why not borrow the power of a tiger?
He recalled the legend of Piccolo Daimao, the demon king who had nearly destroyed the world centuries ago.
If he could harness Piccolo Daimao's power, he wouldn't even need the Dragon Balls—he could achieve his goal of world domination immediately!
After carefully following ancient clues about Piccolo Daimao's fate, Chowder and his men eventually discovered a tattered rice cooker buried deep on the ocean floor.
The object was inscribed with strange, ghostly symbols—the very seal that had imprisoned the demon king.
"King Chowder, are we really going to release Piccolo Daimao?" Xiao Wu asked nervously. "He's the most evil creature in history—he almost wiped out the entire world!"
Chowder hesitated.
But in the end, his greed for power won over his fear.
"There should be… no problem, right?" he said, trying to convince himself. "No matter how evil he is, we're the ones releasing him after centuries of imprisonment. He should be grateful to us and help me rule the world as repayment."
Xiao Wu and Ah Xiu still looked uneasy.
But Chowder had already made up his mind. With a gambler's resolve, he reached forward and broke the ancient seal.
A terrifying burst of light erupted from the rice cooker.
"Hahahaha! I, Piccolo Daimao, have returned!"
A monstrous figure emerged—an old, wrinkled Namekian with dark green skin, clad in robes bearing the kanji for "demon."
He had finally escaped his long imprisonment.
Chowder swallowed hard, forcing a smile as he rubbed his hands together.
"Piccolo Daimao, do you know? We were the ones who freed you from that rice cooker…"
"So, what are you trying to say, little dwarf?"
Piccolo Daimao sneered, his piercing gaze landing on the trio.
His inhuman expression sent chills down their spines. Xiao Wu and Ah Xiu clung to each other, their faces pale.
Chowder took a deep breath. "W-Well… I released you, so you should thank me. You don't even have to do much—just use your incredible power to help me become the ruler of the world. That way, you'll have repaid my kindness!"
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
"Hahahahahaha!"
Piccolo Daimao burst into maniacal laughter.
Chowder's stomach twisted.
Had he made a mistake?
Releasing Piccolo Daimao suddenly felt like the worst decision of his life.
But it was too late. There was no way he could seal him back inside that rice cooker, was there?
"Hmm… ruling the world does sound nice," Piccolo Daimao mused.
Then, he suddenly coughed violently, his face darkening.
"You saw it yourself, little dwarf. I'm old—far weaker than I was in my prime. If you really want my help taking over the world, tell me… Is there any way to restore my youth and strength?"
Chowder's heart leapt.
There was still hope!
"Piccolo Daimao, there are seven Dragon Balls scattered across the world. If you collect all seven, you can summon a dragon who grants any wish. You could wish to restore your youth and regain your former strength!"
"Dragon Balls, huh?" Piccolo Daimao's eyes gleamed. "Tell me where they are—I want them immediately!"
A sense of urgency filled the demon king.
Not only had his power declined, but he could feel death creeping closer. Finding the Dragon Balls was his only chance of survival.
"Piccolo Daimao, I don't know their exact locations," Chowder admitted. "But I do know that three martial artists are also searching for them. The Dragon Balls are probably in their hands. If you want them… you'll have to defeat those three first."
Chowder clenched his teeth.
If it weren't for those Crane School disciples, he would have already collected the Dragon Balls and claimed the throne himself.
Ah Xiu and Xiao Wu nodded furiously, backing up their leader's words.
And so, with a wicked grin, Piccolo Daimao set his sights on the Dragon Balls—unleashing a new wave of terror upon the world.
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