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

Chapter 123 Saiyans will never be slaves, unless they are provided with food and lodging!

"It seems the most urgent thing is to fill your stomach first."

Seeing Broly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, with big, hungry eyes, Carrot El secretly rejoiced that he had the habit of carrying food with him.

However, the scene of carnage before him clearly made this not a place to eat. Taking two steps forward, Carrot picked up the four-star object that had been stolen by Frieza's army from the ground.

This was also the first time he had ever seen the Namekian Dragon Balls; they were shiny and twice the size of a basketball.

At least as jewelry, its beauty is worth a lot of money.

With one already taken, plus the one in the Elder's possession, Frieza has absolutely no chance of having his wish granted.

There aren't many Namekians left on this planet. When Frieza arrived, he had already slaughtered many villages. If you count them, maybe a few dozen will survive.

On the grass outside, there was no trace of a corpse, because all the blood-stained demons had been turned to dust by the heat rays.

Unlike Sun Wukong, who showed mercy to his enemies, Carrot El killed everyone present in an instant.

"who are you?"

The two Namekian cubs seemed to be terrified, their two little green faces filled with fear.

Seeing that the group didn't seem to intend to harm him, Dandy, who was a bit bolder, hesitated for a moment before asking.

Carrot El bent down and ruffled his little head; the little face felt quite nice to pinch.
"We're from another planet. Our goal is to defeat that group and their leader. What's your name?"

"Dandandy".

Dandy spoke tremulously, "He is my brother, Karu."

Carrot El's eyes lit up instantly. Oh? Dandy?

The famous humanoid Senzu Bean from Dragon Ball!

Thinking of this, Carrot took Dandy from Gamora's hands and held him in his arms. The more he looked at the little cub, the cuter he felt. These two little cuties were really precious, and they even had a buy-one-get-one-free deal!

It's still impossible to pay it back!
No one on Namek could possibly repay it!
Nick Fury can support a bunch of Skrulls, so why can't Carrot Al, one of the Justice League's Big Three, do the same?

"Anyway, let's leave here first."

Carrot El sensed Piccolo's presence; Namekians were gradually gathering around him, and Gamora and Nebula should be able to catch the second ship and escape.

As for the first flight, it was undoubtedly filled with Paragus rushing to squeeze into a single cabin.

I hope he succeeds.
If Frieza's detectors don't detect him.

With a barely perceptible glance at Broly, Carrot, carrying Dandy in one arm, followed closely by Nebula on his back and flew towards Piccolo's location!
Now that Broly's crisis has been resolved and he has even become friends with his comrades, he is planning to reunite with Piccolo.

Seeing this, Broly picked up Gamora and followed closely behind him.

In an instant, we traversed thousands of miles.

Namek is many times larger than Earth, but the two fighters' strength is also far beyond what other Z Fighters of the same era in the original work could match. What takes them five hours to travel is almost a moment for Carrot Al and Broly.

"Sun??"

With a whoosh of wind, Piccolo was overjoyed to see Carrot Al. He had almost thought Namek was doomed!

"Are you alright, Sun?"

Bick hurriedly asked, but his eyes were fixed on the tall man behind Carrot El with extreme vigilance.

From him, Bick sensed a terrifying aura as violent as a raging torrent!
Although he didn't feel the terror he had on the spaceship, the other person's lowered breathing gave him an even greater sense of unease, as if the other person could explode at any moment.

The Grand Elder and the rest of the Namekians also turned their gazes in that direction.

From Piccolo's memories, he learned that the person in front of him was the so-called Superman.

"Don't worry, this is Broly, one of our own. The two behind him are Gamora and Nebula."

"So, Gamora, what do you think of this group of green-skinned people?"

Faced with Carrot El's slightly mocking teasing, Gamora's face stiffened, and she actually felt a little guilty about fleeing the famine with this group of people.

Nebula jumped off Carrot's back, her movements inexplicably stiff. In her memory, even the man she called her father had never carried her like this, making her feel a strange sensation for the first time.

Her body instinctively loathed the feeling, but her mind felt as if it were being stabbed and carved, deeply imprinting it in her memory.

The brainwashing-like daily life they once experienced led Nebula, Gamora, and Broly to believe that the love from their families was the result of something that had a price tag.

They must complete various tasks or meet the expectations of Thanos and Paragus before they will be praised, appreciated, and receive corresponding affection.

But this understanding vanished the moment Carrot carried her on his back.

"Two freaks."

Nebula and Gamora exchanged a glance, a complex expression flashing in each other's eyes.

Both Carrot and Broly are very strange guys.

Upon hearing Carrot Al's introduction, Broly couldn't help but recall the etiquette he had learned in Thanos's army, and somewhat awkwardly extended his hand to greet Piccolo:

"Hello, I'm Broly."

Piccolo: "???"

Bick was a little confused. Why was this guy acting like a shy, timid little boy?

“I see, Sun. It seems we have a better chance of winning the battle against Frieza.”

A smile appeared on Piccolo's face. Although it was somewhat unexpected, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the aura emanating from Broly did not feel evil.

The feeling of anger doesn't lie, and that put his mind at ease.

Hearing the way Piccolo addressed him, Broly looked at Carrot with some surprise, his eyes widening as he asked:
"How many names do you have, Kakarot?"

Carrot El paused for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, tossed the all-purpose capsule containing the food onto the ground, and casually replied, "One as a minimum, with no upper limit."

"boom!"

As the thick smoke dissipated from the 20-meter-long dining table, the dazzling array of food instantly diverted Broly's attention. He no longer cared about the names; his eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were fixed on the table.

The next second, they pounced on it and started eating voraciously.

When Broly put the first bite of the dish into his mouth, he felt as if he had been thirsty for hundreds of years and finally had a drink of water. The explosive pleasure of his taste buds instantly assaulted his entire nervous system!
"Wow! It's delicious! It's so delicious!!!"

Broly's pupils dilated, his eyes shining like light bulbs, as he frantically stuffed food into his mouth.

The speed was so fast that the Namekians watching were almost speechless with astonishment.

"Seriously, Broly still eats so much. You're going to have a lot to feed him in the future."

Gamora also teased Carrot El, and when she thought about how much food money Thanos had been wasting on Broly during this period, enough to feed several legions, she couldn't help but sigh.

Hmm, she seems to understand why Saiyans live by plundering!

They could never support themselves by farming.

They're going to starve to death before they've even cultivated half of the land.

Speaking of which, could Carrot be a glutton too?
Nebula, standing to the side, narrowed her eyes. Since El was able to prepare so much food in advance, it meant that he could definitely eat it all.

"It's okay, I can feed them as much as they want, because my most basic ability is to have money."

Carrot El said he didn't care about the food expenses at all; he wasn't some poor reporter like Clark or some country bumpkin like Sun Wukong.

In the blink of an eye, Broly devoured all the food at lightning speed.

He lay on the dining table, rubbing his stomach, and the smile on his face never stopped.

The delicious taste of this meal kept replaying in my mind.

Then, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and he stared at Carrot with shining eyes!
Al was somewhat bewildered by his gaze, for he saw in Broly's eyes a desire that was even more intense than fighting spirit.

Saiyans will never be slaves, unless they are provided with food and lodging!

(End of this chapter)