possible. Popo and Nail had barely set foot on the magic carpet when Chrono noticed them. Evasion was actually no longer possible. A glistening ball of light raced towards them ... but Popo managed the impossible. He threw Nail straight into Piccolo's arms with an action that was surprisingly quick and powerful for a man of his stature. He himself was hit by the ball and lay motionless on his stomach. Small clouds of smoke rose from the burn holes in the carpet ...
Shivering fearfully, Nail clung to the neck of his "uncle" who held him tightly in his arms. One look into Nail's frightened, tearful eyes, and Piccolo made something CLICK. Nail meant a lot to him. At least as much as Gohan. Probably even more by now ... after all, he had seen how the little one had hatched ... they were both members of the same race ... and the fact that in a certain way the same blood flowed in their veins was one of the Namekian ways of reproduction Fact. In any case, Piccolo's collar burst. Final, irrevocable and thorough. Attacking a defenseless little child ... the guy could experience something! He would take it apart so that he could collect its atoms one by one! Carefully he put Nail down and prepared for the next round ... Namekians are not only known for their general stubbornness, but also ... which on earth is not part of common knowledge ... for the vehemence with which they are defend their offspring.



"What do you think Yamcha ... what's going on?" Ten-Shin-Han was tense. This is how it had almost always started until now, when the next disaster was imminent.

Yamcha glanced up over his shoulder at the Ten-Shin-Han flying above him. "I don't know ... I only know one thing ... there are definitely some broken bones and lots of scissors waiting for us."

"Yes ..." Kuririn sat down next to him in the flight "... we humans will definitely get fed up again ... and the Saiyajins are fine!" Although he sounded a bit offended, Kuririn was just kidding.

"WHAT did you say, you too hot bathed giant baby ?!" Vegeta was NOT kidding ...

"Nothing, nothing ..." Kuririn winced.

"It's better that way! And now stop chatting ... AND FINALLY GIVE UP FABRIC !!!"

With a hiss and a tail of fire like a jet fighter, Vegeta accelerated. The three people had every effort not to go into a tailspin.



Piccolo meanwhile was finally at 180. And not only he ... had the situation not been so serious, Piccolo might even have allowed himself an amused smile. Dende was furious. The attack on his young son had enraged him too. He was clearly having a hard time not jumping at that damn bastard himself.

Piccolo concentrated on his opponent again. He assessed his chances ... Trunks and Ice were still incapacitated by the cowardly attack by the platform and it didn't look like that would change anytime soon. Jung Piccolo had clearly overestimated his strength. His Kame-Hame-Ha had been really huge and extremely impressive ... he had probably put all his strength into this one action. With that he had bought them time and a good opportunity, but he had weakened himself too much. A rookie mistake ... He was also temporarily incapacitated. Only Goten was reasonably fit.A few scratches, but otherwise ... Goten gave Piccolo the thumbs up. Well. To attack ... both pushed off the platform synchronously, shot up like rockets, where Chrono awaited them with a sardonic grin ...

"Are you there already?" he asked casually, as if they'd talked about the weather beforehand.

Piccolo was furious. "Damn ... what the fuck ?! Why are you targeting us?"

A good question. So far he hadn't explained in the least why he was trying to kill her and want to destroy this planet.

Chrono continued to smile. "I don't need a reason ... it's just amazing fun to be evil. Besides ... I made this world so I can destroy it too!"

"You are saying that for the second time! How about if you would explain that to us ?!" Piccolo tried to involve him in conversation. That might give the guys the time they needed to recover.

"Hm ... I said before, I don't want to let you die more stupid than necessary ... well ... when I visited this planet for the first time in my long search, it was just a dead lump of slag. Not very interesting. But capable of development. Well ... my interest is not the rearing of underprivileged organisms. I'm looking for power, and ways to use it. Unfortunately, the dragon children thought differently. They would sow life on this ball of cinder. Pure waste, if you ask me. Oh ... I know exactly what you're thinking now ... if someone else brought life here, how could I have created this world ?! Quite simply ... I brought this world weapons, war, destruction ... and all the other beautiful things in life. Nothing shapes a world anymore, so I created this world in its shape! "

Piccolo was silent. Wonderful ... and people called HIM devil! Better not to know what to say about this guy.

"Of course ..." continued Chrono "... I am not human, but you could already have guessed that with your limited mind. My home world was almost in the center of the universe. My race is old ... Already degenerated back then. I alone had the courage, the strength, the will and the understanding to escape the monotonous all sorts and to strive for really great things. For absolute power. This search demands sacrifices ... and in this case ... this Planets. I have to test my powers somewhere ... "

Piccolo was really speechless now. The guy did it all out of lust for power and fun! That ... that ... that was a devil ... a DEMON!

Goten, hovering behind Chrono, gestured to Piccolo. He pointed downwards ... As inconspicuously as possible, Piccolo followed this gesture with his eyes. Trunks stood downstairs and waved ... and in turn made it clear with an unmistakable gesture what he was up to. Goten slowly slid back down ... Piccolo took a deep breath.Now he had to buy the boys enough time to carry out their plan. Without warning, he attacked Chrono and engaged him in a heated dogfight.

Downstairs, Dende tried desperately to follow the fight. Without success. They were just too quick. They hissed this way and that ... again and again there was a bang ... energy balls and rays appeared ... were blocked or went into space ... Suddenly Dende noticed a movement further down. They were Goths and Trunks ... they shouted something ...

"... USION!"

A strange PLOP! and there were no longer the two boys, just one ... with purple-black hair ... and an arrogant grin on his face.

"Hey ... Geilo!" The boy's voice sounded strange "I'm even stronger than I was then! Let's party!"

Gotenks now interfered in the fight, and from one moment to the next stood ... or rather hovered ... Piccolo without an opponent.Gotenks seemed to be keeping Chrono in check ... even if he hadn't lost a bit of his arrogance and playful instinct. His fooling around reached its climax when he pulled down his pants ... Chrono put his bare bottom in his face ... and started an attack called Power-Puups. Ice and the young Piccolo, who were very exhausted but otherwise not badly injured, giggled loudly and audibly ... and then covered their noses like everyone else. Piccolo Senior couldn't laugh ...

"GOTENKS, DAMN! Bring it to an end! Your performance also led to a near disaster at Buu!"

Apparently Gotenks seemed to listen to someone at least ONCE. Because the attack that he now let go was not one of his usual games ...

"Fireworks cascade!"

A wall of energy in various colors, spraying sparks, raced towards Chrono at insane speed. The sight reminded Piccolo a lot of a New Year's Eve fireworks display.When people followed this loud and stinking custom, it always fled deep into the mountains if possible ... Suddenly a colorful ball popped out of the wall at one end, burst in a shower of sparks ... and you could go big. silver and clearly read the words `Happy New Year`. Gotenks stayed Gotenks ... Piccolo sighed. As long as it was at least effective ... And it seemed to be. In any case, Piccolo now knew why this should be a cascade. With every meter that the wall raced forward, it gained strength ...

For a moment he ignored what was happening ... he only looked consciously again when it was almost too late. Obviously Chrono had managed to reflect this tremendous amount of energy. Right on ...

"NAIIIIIL!"

Piccolo froze and then jumped towards the little one. he threw him to the ground and himself over him. A wave of immense heat rushed over them and burned Piccolo's back. He thought it was over when a few last tongues of the wall hurled him away and hit Nail.

"Oh God ..." said Chrono coolly "... the tiny thing is really squeaking!"

Piccolo and Dende, who had just healed Popo ... he had just survived the attack ... and now actually wanted to devote himself to Little Piccolo and Ice, rushed to Nail. How dead he lay there. He wasn't breathing anymore. Such a hit would not have killed a full-grown fighter ... Piccolo had survived it too ... but ... Nail was only a small child.

"Oh no ... my little one ..." Dende sobbed ... his little son ... DEAD ?! Instinctively he put his hands on the little body to let his healing powers work ... and then looked at the boys ... and at Piccolo.

"Piccolo ... if I ..."

Piccolo knew what Dende meant. Nail was so badly injured that if Dende could help him it would probably take all of his strength ...

"It's okay Dende ... hurry up before it's too late"

Dende turned all his attention to Nail.Nor did he turn away when two figures crashed to the right and left of him on the plates that had long since been smashed. Goths and Trunks. Chrono had bothered them so much that the fusion hadn't