𝙊𝙢𝙣𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙕

3. Unknown DNA Sample Acquired

The ominous chamber echoed with an eerie silence, the only sound being the faint hum of technology and the distant winds outside. Jetray stood alongside the formidable Goku and the burly Yajirobe. Before them, perched upon his menacing throne, was the malevolent King Piccolo.

Goku's eyes seethed with a fiery hatred that could have scorched planets. "Krillin," he uttered, his voice trembling with a potent mixture of anger and sorrow, "Krillin is dead because of your actions! I will make you pay for all the damage you have caused!" His words resonated with an unquenchable passion that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard them.

The ancient and wrinkled Piccolo slowly rose from his throne, his movements deliberate and ominous as he approached the intruders. "You will submit to me," he declared, his voice dripping with authority, "for I am the ruler of this planet."

Jetray couldn't help but chuckle, a defiant grin on his face. His laughter was like a challenge to Piccolo's arrogance. The Namekian leader turned his gaze towards Jetray, his expression neutral, as if contemplating the audacity of this cosmic interloper. "You will learn to respect me," Piccolo warned, "for there will be dire consequences."

Jetray's laughter persisted, undeterred. "Dire consequences, yeah right," he retorted, his eyes blazing with cosmic energy. In an instant, he unleashed a torrent of energy beams from his eyes, aiming them squarely at Piccolo. The malevolent ruler was left paralyzed and bewildered, his plans unraveling before his eyes.

"What have you done?!" Piccolo roared, his anger surging like a volcanic eruption.

Jetray merely smirked, his voice laced with amusement. "Go easy on him, Kid," he said, nodding in Goku's direction. Goku acknowledged the request with a curt nod, wasting no time as he launched into a relentless assault on the dethroned tyrant. The chamber was soon filled with the sounds of a fierce battle, a clash of wills and powers that would determine the fate of the world itself.

High above the unfolding battle, Kami, the venerable God of Earth, observed the tumultuous scene from the sacred lookout. His ancient eyes were filled with a mix of awe and apprehension. The power of Jetray both amazed and worried him, for in the fury of this battle, the very fate of the world hung in the balance.

Kami's worry stemmed from the knowledge that if Goku failed to exercise restraint or underestimated his strength, Piccolo could meet an untimely demise. And with Piccolo's death would come Kami's own demise, for their fates were inexorably entwined.

With a determined resolve, Kami conjured a container, a lid, and a length of string. His trusted friend, Mr. Popo, watched with concern etched across his features. "Be careful, Kami," Mr. Popo cautioned, his voice a gentle reminder of the stakes at hand.

Kami offered a solemn nod and, without further delay, teleported himself to the heart of the tumultuous clash. Jetray turned his attention toward the sudden arrival of the enigmatic being.

"Who are you," Jetray inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity, "and why do you bear the resemblance of Piccolo?"

"My name is Kami," the divine figure replied with a calm demeanor. "I am the God of this planet. Piccolo and I were once one, but the darkness within him drove us to sever our connection. Now, we have but one recourse--to seal him away."

Jetray's curiosity deepened, and he leaned in closer. "How do we do that?" he asked.

Kami's gaze held a hint of melancholy as he confessed, "By performing the evil containment wave. However, I must caution you, young one. This technique carries great risk, and if I were to perish in the process, the Dragon Balls themselves would vanish forever. That is why I beseech your assistance."