American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 109 Heading to Namek
"Lord Frieza, all the Saiyan genetic data, Kryptonian genetic data, and the complete Life Codex technology manufacturing engine have now become that guy's spoils of war."

"Do you think we should take it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Sorbet, kneeling on the ground, made a gesture to kill him. Taguma, standing beside him, seemed to sense an opportunity to impress Frieza and knelt down on one knee.
“I will go and bring you his head, Lord Frieza.”

Seeing this, Frieza crossed his arms and pondered for a long time before shaking his head: "Hehehe, interesting. Sounds like a very interesting game."

"But let's put it on hold for now."

"The most important thing now is to go to Namek and find the Dragon Balls so that I can achieve immortality."

"As for the fate of that half-blood remnant, and that planet called Earth, they'll just become an entertainment extravaganza to celebrate my immortality."

Solbe and Taguma shouted in unison, "Yes!"

Upon hearing that Vegeta, the wild monkey who betrayed him, was dead, Frieza seemed to feel much better: "By the way, what was that little guy's name?"

"In Saiyan terms, he should be called Kakarot!"

Frieza repeated it, feeling that the name sounded vaguely familiar: "Kakarot??"

Sorbe: "He also has another name, Carrot El!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Frieza narrowed his eyes. He recalled the crab-headed man who, despite being severely wounded, single-handedly held off the Saiyans during their extinction.
It was precisely because of his offense that Frieza developed a hobby of eating crabs, the chewing sensation being like gnawing on that man's head.
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On Earth, Piccolo's usually stern green face now showed a faint, barely concealed blush.

"You guys!"

Two spaceships stand frozen in time in a desolate oasis.

Stark and Bruce are frantically loading things onto their spaceship, saying they're souvenirs for Piccolo to take back.

The countless plant seeds, including some civilian technological devices, represent, in Stark's words, the first time in Earth's diplomatic work that the work of raising infants and helping them return to their homeland has been accomplished. This will surely greatly promote friendly exchanges between the two sides and enhance Earth's reputation!
As for Bruce, he brought a lot of things, including various luxury cars which were turned into multi-purpose capsules and stuffed inside, but at least half of these things were mixed with his own personal items.

"What are you looking at? You've been eating grass on Earth for so many years, which means our Earth is rich in water and grass. Of course, we should bring some back to your hometown to spread the word."

Stark, as foul-mouthed as ever, was munching on a donut, making Piccolo want to punch him.

But considering that he had paid for a lot of things and didn't let Bick go back empty-handed, Dick decided to beat him up when he got back.

“The Namekians are also an agricultural people, and they can use these daily necessities.”

At this moment, Carrot El also came over carrying a box of capsules. He took the list of items that Stark brought and glanced at it. It was basically all there. After all, it would be impolite to go empty-handed when visiting someone.

"Sun, are you still holding that martial arts tournament?"

Piccolo looked at Carrot with a puzzled expression. So much had happened, and now that he had set foot in space, who knew when he would be able to return?

Carrot thought for a moment and said, "Wait until I get back."

"Ok?"

As he spoke, Carrot suddenly frowned. The moment he stepped into the spaceship, he rummaged through the supplies and pulled out a light-attribute entertainment magazine. After a moment of stunned silence, his gaze slowly turned to Stark:

"What the heck is this cover girl?" "Are you planning to guide the prosperity and development of their descendants?"

Upon seeing this, Piccolo's face turned as red as if he had changed races, and he looked like he was emitting smoke.

Unable to suppress the urge to strike any longer, he slapped Stark on the back of the head and cursed loudly:

"You bastard!!!"

"Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me???"

Stark clutched his head in pain. Damn it, how could he have forgotten that this guy had X-ray vision?

Even Bruce couldn't help but cast a disdainful look at Stark, who was just hoping that Piccolo would embarrass himself by showing off this thing in public.

He could picture countless Namekians joyfully welcoming the supplies, thinking their child had made something of himself, only to have this thing suddenly appear, followed by complete silence as they stared at Piccolo with strange looks!

Damn it, this planet is uninhabitable!

"They wouldn't understand this even if you gave it to them."

Carrot El rolled his eyes at him and tossed the magazine to Stark: "Namekians don't have genders; they reproduce by spitting out an egg from their mouths."

Tony Stark's eyes widened as he suddenly looked at Piccolo, uttering a cryptic sound, his gaze towards Piccolo even carrying a hint of pity:
"Tsk tsk tsk. You guys are really miserable. Not only can you not enjoy delicious food, you can't even enjoy this."

"We can eat too, you know, it's just that we don't need to eat!"

Bick didn't want to pay any more attention to him, kicked him in the butt, turned around and walked into the spaceship.

But seeing this, Tony, as if he had finally found a chance for revenge, pressed on relentlessly with gleaming eyes, firing off a barrage of questions:

"Do you need to go to the toilet? Do you know what the urge to defecate means?"

"Shut up!!!!!"

Bruce watched the two start arguing the moment they met and silently looked at Carrot: "Do they have a grudge against each other?"

"Maybe."

Carrot El smiled calmly, then told Bruce the address of the Temple of the Gods: "After I leave, go find this person. He is Piccolo's counterpart, and he will teach you some of the powers you should have."

"Besides, with your willpower, once you have a certain level of strength, staying in that room for a full year shouldn't be a problem."

On the eve of the spaceship's launch, Kara Al and Bulma embraced Carrot with reluctance.

"I'm sorry, but leaving at this time would be irresponsible."

Carrot El embraced Bulma apologetically and gently kissed her cheek.

Right now, this is the time when she needs him the most, but Carrot has to leave.

Bulma stroked the back of Carrot's head, her loving gaze filled with the most sincere understanding between husband and wife: "I understand, Al."

“I know you’re not the kind of irresponsible man who only knows how to cultivate and never spends time with his wife or cares about his family. I believe you must have a reason why you have to go.”

(End of this chapter)