Violet couldn't help but giggle when she heard Krillin's complaint.
"Krillin, Goku's right. You're famous now," she said with a bright smile.
"There'll definitely be girls who like you. Remember—choose a kind and beautiful one to date!"
Krillin's face instantly turned red. He scratched his head awkwardly.
"I-I'll really be liked by girls?"
"But… but I'm really short…"
Violet nodded seriously.
"Height isn't a problem at all! Strength is what matters most. Lots of girls like confident and powerful men!"
"And age isn't a problem either. When I fell for Goku, he was about the same height as you!"
"Besides, you can still grow taller in the future!"
As she spoke, Violet looked toward Goku.
"Right, Goku?"
"Yeah! You said it perfectly!" Goku agreed enthusiastically.
Hearing their encouragement, Krillin immediately nodded with renewed determination.
"Thank you! I'll definitely become more confident!"
Goku watched as Krillin's confidence soared—but then his chopsticks paused midair.
He suddenly remembered something.
If the Dragon Balls still existed, Krillin could actually wish to grow taller.
To restore the Dragon Balls, he would eventually need to go to Namek and bring Dende back to become the new Guardian.
But that required a spaceship… and more than ten years of time.
That was far too late.
Fortunately, the system had already solved his survival in space—and the heart virus he would suffer from in the future.
From now on, all he needed to do was focus completely on growing stronger.
Still, Goku felt uneasy.
Android 18…
If Future Trunks didn't exist, would she still become a villain?
Goku pondered silently.
If he could intervene in Dr. Gero's experiments ahead of time—
prevent the Androids from being completely brainwashed—
then perhaps 18 wouldn't become a cold, merciless killer in the future.
After returning from Namek, he would definitely have to investigate Dr. Gero's laboratory.
Goku buried the thought deep in his heart.
Everyone continued drinking and chatting happily.
Only Launch kept bringing plate after plate of food to Goku.
Suddenly, she noticed something off and glanced around.
"Huh? Doesn't it feel like someone's missing?" she asked.
"Or am I imagining things?"
Goku realized it too.
"You're right… where's Master Roshi?"
Yamcha waved his hand casually.
"Oh, him? When he heard we won completely, he said he was going out to celebrate world peace… at a nightclub."
"He even said if no one noticed, we shouldn't bring it up…"
Bulma's face darkened instantly.
"That shameless old man! He's over three hundred years old and still going to nightclubs to chase young girls!"
"At his age, he's too old to even be their grandfather!"
Then she turned to Goku.
"After we're done eating, we're going back to live at Mount Paozu with you.
Staying here is way too easy to pick up bad habits!"
Goku nodded while chewing.
"Okay!"
...
In a hidden mountain village, one of Demon King Piccolo's winged subordinates placed Piccolo Jr.'s egg beside a small stream and bent down to drink water.
Suddenly—
A lightning-like shock flashed through his mind.
"Lord Demon King!"
He had sensed it.
Demon King Piccolo… was dead.
His pupils shrank violently.
"How is that possible?!"
"The Great Demon King's prophecy came true… he was actually killed!"
At that moment, a chubby man wearing orange-striped clothes walked over to the stream.
It was Yajirobe, out hunting.
Rubbing his stomach, he groaned loudly.
"Ahh… I haven't eaten all day. I'm starving…"
As soon as he finished speaking, he spotted a huge egg lying on the ground.
It was Piccolo Jr.'s egg.
"Whoa! That's a huge egg!"
"Thank you, heavens, for your blessing!"
With that, Yajirobe charged straight toward it.
The winged demon immediately leapt in front of the egg, shielding it with his body.
"Impudent human! Do not harm the young master!"
Yajirobe froze.
He rested his katana on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes with a grin.
"What a big bird…"
"Looks like dinner's taken care of. I was worried one egg wouldn't fill me up anyway…"
He licked his lips and sized the demon up.
"Looks nice and meaty. Must smell amazing once roasted."
"But he's got wings… gotta be careful not to let him fly away."
The demon inherited Demon King Piccolo's keen senses—his hearing was exceptionally sharp.
Hearing himself discussed as food, he flew into a rage.
"Damn it! A dragon fallen into shallow waters bullied by dogs!"
"You—a mere fat human—dare think of eating me?!"
Though he wasn't a frontline warrior like Tambourine, but rather a tactical-type offspring of the Demon Clan, his base combat power still far surpassed that of ordinary humans.
With a furious shout, he charged straight at Yajirobe.
He was a descendant of the Demon Clan.
Even if not pure-blooded, dealing with a normal human should be effortless.
Seeing the birdman attack instead of fleeing, Yajirobe wasn't frightened at all—in fact, he was delighted.
He grinned broadly and rushed forward as well.
The clash lasted only moments.
The birdman's expression changed drastically.
He was no match at all.
Worse still, his wings were badly injured—escape was impossible.
For the continuation of the Demon Clan, he gathered his remaining strength and unleashed a powerful gust of wind, blowing Piccolo Jr.'s egg into the stream.
The demonic egg was carried downstream by the current.
Only then did the birdman finally breathe in relief.
But his fate could not be avoided.
With a single swing of Yajirobe's blade, his body was split cleanly in two.
In the end, he was skewered on a roasting rack—
and became grilled bird inside Yajirobe's stomach.
High atop the Lookout, Kami observed everything.
Though the birdman had died, the egg of Demon King Piccolo had survived.
He finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Fortunately… that bastard left behind an heir in advance, and it survived," Kami murmured.
"Otherwise… I would have perished as well."
As long as Piccolo Jr. hatched, his own life would no longer be in danger.
Thus, Kami continued to watch the egg's journey.
...
The entire world was liberated.
Celebrations erupted everywhere.
The news even fabricated a heroic tale, claiming that it was Krillin who had slain Demon King Piccolo.
"And so—Mr. Krillin defeated the evil Demon King Piccolo and saved the world!"
"Yeahhh!"
"Long live Mr. Krillin!"
"He's so handsome! I want to marry him and have his babies!"
Krillin's fame continued to skyrocket.
Just as Violet predicted, girls truly began to like him.
A few days later, Krillin officially started dating.
His girlfriend was a rich young woman named Marron.
Her father was a wealthy businessman who took great interest in Krillin's abilities.
He spared no effort in nurturing him, promoting him, and pouring money into his fame—
adding fuel to an already blazing fire.
Krillin became even more popular.
And his popularity showed no sign of fading.
They even announced plans to adapt his training, rise to power, the World Martial Arts Tournament, and the defeat of the Demon King into a full-length television drama.
As long as Krillin stayed famous, he would keep making money for them.
Marrying off their daughter as an investment—
It was guaranteed profit.
Krillin was overjoyed.
It felt like he had finally achieved the dream he'd had since childhood.
After mastering martial arts, not only did beautiful girls like him—
he even gained a wealthy father-in-law to support him.
...
Deep within the forest, beside the stream, the demonic egg finally began to crack.
Piccolo Jr. broke free from within.
"I will avenge my father!"
"I will rule the world!"
"I hate peace!"
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