Dragon Ball Xenoverse - Chapter 24
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Pica, dressed in a black hooded vest and jeans, carried bags in both hands as he followed the lively Selena. The sun had already risen.
“Ah, shopping is truly exhausting!” Pica complained, feeling as if he had been walking for hours, though it had only been a little over an hour.
Selena turned to him with a smile that was almost devilish. “What’s the matter? Are you dissatisfied?”
Seeing her devilish smile, Pica immediately shook his head and fell silent.
Not far from them, another figure was swiftly approaching. As the figure grew closer, it turned out to be Ling Te, who had previously escorted Pica to the Time Nest.
“Isn’t that Ling Te?” Pica wondered, curious about why Ling Te seemed in such a hurry.
“Pica, Mr. Trunks has urgent business and requests your presence at the Time Nest,” Ling Te said solemnly.
“What happened?”
“You’ll find out when you get there.”
“Alright.” Pica turned to Selena and said, “Sorry, could you hold these for me? I’ll apologize properly when I get back.”
“Sure, be careful,” Selena replied, taking the bags and waving him off, her demeanor almost like a wife seeing her husband off on a journey.
At the Time Nest, Trunks wore a grim expression, staring intently at a scroll.
On the scroll, an image depicted Fei Li lying on the ground in pain, her left arm severed. Lucia’s abdomen had been pierced, but due to the strong vitality of the Saiyans and her own resilient will, she was barely conscious.
“Damn it! Who’s controlling Uncle Goku and Uncle Piccolo?”
The battleground where Goku and Piccolo fought had turned into a wasteland.
Their bodies were covered in injuries, but they continued to clash like tireless machines.
“Trunks, what happened?” Pica asked as he entered the archive room and saw Trunks’ furious expression.
“Pica, you came at the right time. I need you to go here,” Trunks said, pointing at the scroll.
Pica looked at the events unfolding on the scroll, shocked.
“Is this…?”
“This is the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.”
“How is that possible?” Pica was dumbfounded, staring at the scroll.
Goku looked young, but his overwhelming power was unlike anything from the original story. Even the younger Piccolo was incredibly strong and swift.
“Are those people tampering with history again?” Pica frowned. He knew about Towa and Demigra from the game, but the malevolent aura from these two was different.
Piccolo’s aura felt like it enticed the desires within a person, making one feel invincible. In contrast, Goku’s aura felt like it wanted to annihilate everything in its path.
Trunks’ hands suddenly became transparent, and he could be seen through them.
“You…” Pica was speechless, staring at Trunks’ fading figure.
“Pica, it’s up to you now. If you can resolve this issue, I’ll be restored. I’m counting on you,” Trunks said, handing the scroll to Pica with his increasingly transparent hand.
“I’ll handle it. You just wait for my good news,” Pica said confidently.
“The timing is just before the final match of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Fei Li and Lucia will be there. Let them assist you in restoring history,” Trunks said.
“They’re there too? They must have failed to stop it. I’ll head there now.” Pica infused power into the scroll.
“Be careful of Goku…” Trunks started to say urgently, but Pica’s figure had already disappeared from the archive room.
“Pica, be careful,” Trunks said worriedly.
Holding the scroll, Pica appeared in the sky above the World Martial Arts Tournament. Below, Piccolo sealed the Kami in a small vial, and the contestants reverted to ordinary humans without any combat power.
Pica pondered, recalling Trunks’ warning. “Be careful of Goku? Why?”
As Pica thought, the final match of the tournament began. As Goku and Piccolo squared off, malevolent energy surged from both, causing a massive explosion.
Fei Li and Lucia appeared beside the ring, extending their hands to form a huge energy barrier around the arena.
The spectators were surprised by the sudden appearance of the two but kept their focus on the ring.
Suddenly, Goku and Piccolo’s energy skyrocketed, transforming into the forms Pica had seen on the scroll.
“Damn it, this is bad,” Pica cursed, seeing the unfolding disaster.
“Whoosh”
Pica appeared beside the ring, firing an energy beam at the stands.
“Ah… help, someone’s killing!”
“Run, leave the stuff behind! We can buy more later!”
“Mama, I want Mama (in a rough voice)!”
The spectators who could run fled, leaving only the early Dragon Ball warriors and those with close ties to Goku.
“Krillin, Yamcha, take everyone and run! Goku and Piccolo have lost their minds and could kill you at any moment,” Pica said seriously.
“Hey, aren’t you the guy who saved me and Krillin last time?” Yamcha asked, puzzled.
“Less talk, more running! Even I can’t save you this time. You’re just a burden here,” Pica said coldly.
A blonde beauty with an AK-47 fired into the air and angrily confronted Pica. “Who the hell are you?”
Master Roshi intervened, stopping Launch. “It’s been a long time, six years, right?”
“Yes, Master Roshi. This place is too dangerous for you all. Please, take them and leave,” Pica said, bowing deeply to Roshi. The saying goes, “A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.” Pica genuinely respected Roshi for teaching him to control his energy.
“Alright, I’ll take them,” Roshi said, unusually serious.
“Thank you, Master Roshi,” Pica said, flying toward the ring.
“This kid hasn’t changed in six years. Not only does he look the same, but his power is unfathomable. We should leave quickly; this place is really dangerous.”
“What about Goku?” Krillin asked, confused.
“Yeah, what about Goku?” others echoed.
“Goku will be fine. I believe in Pica.”
“Yeah, I believe in him too. That guy is really attractive…” Bulma said, blushing and covering her face.
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