One Punch of Justice

"I didn't notice it before..."

Saitama stood in front of Bulma and Goku, the big cloak behind him was raised by the wind: "Because I won the money, I bought food and clothes. Before I heard your call for help, I was still slowly changing clothes... …"

"I am a hero."

Saitama raised his head and looked at Big Demon Lord Piccolo: "Professional."

Tears dimly raised her head, Bulma kept wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, but the tears were blurred, and she couldn't see the person clearly.

Light was shed from the cracks in the roof.

Suddenly.

The fairy tale has appeared before my eyes!

The heart is like a mirror, and justice is done.

Bulma suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen a real hero!

"Professional hero?"

The Great Devil Piccolo subconsciously took a step back, but then he felt a little inexplicable: "Huh, I don't know the so-called humans! A guy like you, no matter how many people come, it is just to die!" At this point, the Great Devil Piccolo right hand Lifting up high, he shouted sharply: "May I tell you! What I hate the most is'peace' and'justice'! Idiots who play hero games, let me go..."

"dead!!!"

The last "dead" word was not spoken!

That was the last consciousness of the Demon King Piccolo before his death.

Throw fists, close fists.

The two simple actions are as funny as a fight of a schoolboy on the street.

but……

"Boom!" After a muffled sound.

The Demon King Piccolo was gone.

It's completely gone!

Clap your hands, Saitama turns around, the expression on the salted fish on his face has not changed from start to finish.

Killing Big Demon King Piccolo with a single blow was just as reasonable as smashing a bug to death.

When he came to Xiao Wukong and smashed the magic arrow with one hand, the expression on Xiao Wukong's face eased a lot, and then his barely tense nerves could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you eat the newly bought pineapple buns?"

Saitama took out a pineapple bag from the bag in his left hand and handed it over.

Bulma was still wiping her tears, ready to thank, but when Saitama came so suddenly, she suddenly became at a loss.

However, Little Wukong happily took the pineapple bun and took two bites, regaining his energy a little.

Then he took out a hot dog from the bag. Saitama took a bite by himself and asked vaguely as he chewed: "By the way...Do you know who that guy is? Why is he killing you?"

"He is the Demon King Piccolo..."

Halfway through, Bulma looked at Saitama's bald head and suddenly remembered: "Wait a minute! You...you seem to be the best martial arts club in the world this time!?"

Saitama said with eyes emptily, "Why do you seem to be... I am..."

what……

Because the sense of existence is too low, the looks are not recognizable.

I still think of it roughly by the characteristics of the bald head...

But having said that, I seem to know a lot of bald heads...

Bulma thought so in her heart, but of course she couldn't say it. After all, she had just been saved a life, and this guy got serious, as if he was a handsome guy...

"The monster just now is called Big Devil Bick..."

Bulma hugged Goku and bowed her head in sadness and said with difficulty: "Many of our friends have been killed by his men..." Having said that, Bulma smiled at Saitama, "Thank you, for coming. The timing is right, we can survive..."

"Ugh……?"

Saitama blinked, "Isn't it better if I arrived earlier..."

"Actually, there was a more powerful monster here just now..."

Little Wukong clenched his fists hard, looked down, and his eyes were full of unwillingness: "Although I don't know why, I suddenly became dozens of times stronger, but I am still not that guy's opponent... there is no possibility of winning at all. nor……"

Next to Bulma added: "It's because that guy intervened that Little Goku couldn't beat Big Demon King Piccolo."

"Well, so..."

Saitama thought for a while and asked Bulma, "Where is that guy now?"

"do not know……"

Bulma shook her head.

But then she seemed to think of something, and quickly said: "Wait a minute! I remember... that monster seems to have ordered Big Demon King Piccolo to help him collect dragon balls!"

"Dragon Ball?"

Saitama salted fish scratched his head: "What's that..."

"This is it……"

Little Goku lying in Bulma’s arms stretched out his hand and took out an orange glass ball from the cloth bag around his waist and showed Saitama: "This is the Dragon Ball...As long as you gather seven, you can realize a wish...I I want to gather them and resurrect Grandpa Turtle Immortal and Klin..."

A wish?

Saitama was startled, and then moved his head up to take a closer look at the four planets.

No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary glass ball...

Could they have been tricked into buying souvenirs by door-to-door salesmen?

but……

This kind of glass ball...

I always feel familiar...

At this time, Bouma took out the Dragon Ball Radar he carried with him.

The radar showed that three dragon balls gathered together and were moving!

"found it!"

Bulma screamed in her heart: "No, they are really looking for Dragon Ball! What should I do!?"

"Say what to do..."

Saitama glanced at the Dragon Ball Radar in Buma's hand, probably remembered the direction and position, turned around and left: "I'll just go over there and have a look..."

"Oh!? Wait a minute!"

Bulma hurriedly stopped Saitama: "You have heard what Little Goku said just now. He has become dozens of times stronger and he is not the opponent of that monster! You may be dangerous! Even if you really want to fight, at least wait After Goku regains his strength, you guys..."

"Don't be so troublesome..."

Saitama Salted Fish looked at Bulma standing in front of him, emptied his eyes and said: "It just happens that I ate a lot of roasted sweet potatoes just now, and I have a little indigestion..."

"No way!"

Bulma shook her head repeatedly: "I can't watch my savior go to death!"

The words are not finished.

Little Goku lying in her arms looked at Saitama's eyes, as if suddenly aware of something.

"Let him go, Bulma."

Little Wukong blinked: "I feel... he is much stronger than that guy..."

"very many!"

...

at the same time.

Sitting on the plane, Demigurah, who was considering whether to send out to find Dragon Ball, received a report of the risotto.

"Master Devil! Big news!"

Chowder hurriedly ran out of the cab, nodded and bowed, rubbed his hands and smiled and said: "The seventh dragon ball that our radar has been unable to find has just appeared on the map! The location is very close here, it should be in the martial arts just now. Inside the hall!"

Budokan?

Dmitula frowned unhappy: "Why couldn't it be found on the radar just now?"

Chowder was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed and explained: "Maybe it was put together with other metals, which interfered with the radio waves, or was swallowed by creatures..."

"Huh, forget it..."

Dmitula put his elbow on the armrest and dragged his head and said: "It just happens that Piccolo is still there. I will tell him with telepathy and let him look for it..."

Having said that, Dmitula closed his eyes and began to communicate with Piccolo in the world of mind.

but……

!!!

Open your eyes suddenly!

Dmigurah's face immediately became cold!

Telepathy...Communication failed!

There will be such a situation, in addition to being in the barrier of God, there is only one possibility left!

he already……

died!

How could this be!?

The kid who can become a Super Saiyan should have been sealed by himself!How could Bick still be killed!?

What happened??

Uncertain, Demigurah immediately ordered the risotto to turn around and return!

Bastard!

Who on earth would dare to deal with the free servants he solicited!?

The guy who ran errands died, and the next thing he had to do was all by himself, which was really hateful!

Wait for me!

I'll go and smash the idiot who killed Piccolo into pieces!

With anger in his heart, Demigurah killed him again.

But he didn't know, and at the same time, a bald shawled man was coming towards his plane...