Bojack's five crept cautiously through the passage and returned to the world of the living.
The exit linking Hell and Earth was near Mount Five-Element Flame.
The moment they stepped out, the air felt hot and dry.
But compared to Hell's extreme climate, this place was paradise.
After the brutal beat-downs from Gohan and Trunks, they'd finally learned there were always bigger fish in the sea.
They no longer spouted nonsense about destroying the Universe.
Death had long since ground their dreams to dust.
Now they only wanted to keep a low profile, steal a spaceship, and flee this cursed planet.
Low profile—absolutely essential.
They still had no idea where Gohan might be.
If they ran into him again, he'd scatter their ashes once more.
They never wanted to return to that accursed Hell.
Watching the ghosts strutting out of the portal like they owned the place, Bojack shook his head.
These fools had no idea they were courting death.
Once that golden Devil King shows up, you'll be fireworks.
"Move—fast."
He waved, leading his four minions sneaking into the dense forest.
Right then—
a loud shout blocked their path.
"Hey! You lot shouldn't be here—get back to Hell!"
Huh?
Bojack's group jumped, looking up.
A green figure almost merged with nature stood ahead.
"A Namekian?" Well-traveled Bojack recognized him at once.
Indeed, it was Piccolo.
With the Underworld's Yin-Yang reversed, the dead revived and the Earth portal opened; Piccolo had returned.
Bojack scowled. "Namekian, if I'm not mistaken, you still wear the halo of the dead. You just came from Hell too, so why stick your nose in? You sick or something?"
Piccolo only snorted, unmoving—clearly here to bar the way.
Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Realm—
Old Kami and Mr. Popo stood side by side on the Lookout's edge, gazing down.
Popo asked, "Kami, what's happening? How are you alive again?"
Old Kami's gaze was distant. "Don't call me Kami anymore, Popo. I'm no longer Earth's Guardian—just a Namekian who died and inexplicably came back."
"In Popo's heart, you will always be Earth's Kami."
"This upheaval in the Underworld, the reversal of Yin and Yang, revived me—but it can't be good; I was meant to stay dead."
"Please don't say that…"
Below Mount Five-Element Flame—
after a brief standoff, battle erupted.
Piccolo had kept his body and trained in Hell these years; his strength was decent.
But even so, he was only about Zangya's level; outnumbered by Kogu and Bujin, he steadily lost ground.
Zangya, Bido, and Bojack hadn't even joined in.
Bojack sneered. "If you want to play hero, at least check your strength first. You alone against five of us? Dead but still don't know how to write 'death'?"
"Hmph—who says he's alone?" A hulking figure burst from the woods.
It was Android 16.
Having sensed Earth's crisis, the watching 16 chose to act.
"Oh? Another volunteer for death?"
"Zangya, Bido—go."
"Quick and clean—fast."
"Yes, Lord Bojack."
Zangya and Bido charged 16, again two-on-one.
But 16 was stronger than Piccolo and handled the pair far easier.
Piccolo, startled by the sudden help, glanced aside—and in that instant Kogu's longsword severed his arm…
…in Hell.
Frieza, his father, and the android siblings were still at it.
This wasn't their first clash.
When 17 and 18 first arrived in Hell, the two sides had fought; Frieza and King Cold were crushed.
Now history repeated: androids 17 and 18 pummeled father and son.
Frieza and King Cold were bruised and battered, miserable.
Vegeta watched coldly, fists clenched. "Damn them—hope they all wipe each other out."
He didn't notice the faint crack that appeared on the invisible barrier above.
Meanwhile, Goku's battle with Evil Thought Wave had reached white-hot intensity.
As a Super Saiyan 2, Goku traded blows evenly.
But Evil Thought Wave auto-repaired while Goku could not.
After a while the demon was unscathed while Goku was covered in wounds.
Goku back-flipped clear, panting, frowning at the unmarred demon.
Suddenly Evil Thought Wave's right hand glowed; he slammed it to the ground.
Countless mini Evil Thought Waves sprouted up—
each over two meters tall, hundreds of them. Luckily Goku wasn't prone to trypophobia or he'd have lost already.
"Evil Thought Wave, Evil Thought Wave…"
The copies flickered, blindingly fast, all rushing Goku.
Booming explosions rang out.
The swarm buried him.
But Goku wouldn't wait for death.
"Aaaaaah—!"
From the mountain of bodies his roar erupted.
A golden flash blasted every copy away; they exploded into smoke.
A towering golden Aura rose more than ten meters high.
His golden hair lengthened, eyebrows vanished, face grew fiercer.
In seconds his hair reached his waist; the transformation complete.
Goku's power multiplied several-fold, lightning crackling around him, leaving Evil Thought Wave stunned.
Goku clenched his fists, eyes icy. "I'm still getting used to this form—perfect practice dummy."
Whoosh!
He vanished, reappeared, and punched Evil Thought Wave flying.
At the same moment—
Vegeta snapped his gaze toward their battlefield.
"What? Kakarot's ki just surged—now he's overtaking the demon! What the Hell is that clown doing?"
After a moment's hesitation Vegeta burst into the air, racing their way.
"W-what transformation is that?" Vegeta gaped at the villain-faced Goku.
Super Saiyan—so many forms?"
He cursed inwardly, face darkening. That bastard's playing 'pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger'!
Once Goku went Super Saiyan 3, Evil Thought Wave stood no chance.
Goku's fists rained down, thunderous blows driving the demon back.
The obese body staggered, drool spraying everywhere.
Vegeta raged, "Damn you, Kakarot! You could've done this from the start—why toy with us?!"
Amid Vegeta's curses Goku shot skyward, golden light blazing, two massive energy spheres in his hands—he hurled them at Evil Thought Wave.
Before the demon could react, the blasts reduced him to mincemeat.
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