Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 163 I'll leave my husband's matter to you.

Seeing Amy faint, Sun Mo quickly helped her up.

Misha, who was standing to the side, cried even harder.

"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong?"

Sun Mo handed Amy to Wukong for support, then squatted down and said to Misha, "Misha, don't be afraid, your mother is just asleep, she'll wake up soon!"

Misha, sobbing and crying, asked sadly, "Uncle—"

Is Dad really beyond saving?

Sun Mo looked at those small eyes and was speechless for a moment.

Krillin is Goku's best friend who grew up with him, and he will definitely find a way to bring him back to life.

However, when he recalled King Kai telling him that there were no living people left on New Namek, Sun Mo also felt a headache coming on.

If the Dragon Balls really break, then Krillin is truly doomed.

Just then, Amy slowly woke up, tears welling up again, but she stopped crying out.

She just stared blankly at the ceiling, her voice hoarse as she said, "You guys—go back first, I want to be alone."

Sun Mo said apologetically, "I'm sorry—"

Amy closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said, "No need to apologize, I still need to ask you for help with my husband's matter."

But now please leave, leave me alone for a while.

Sun Mo and Wukong exchanged a glance, silently got up, and left.

Sun Mo walked to the door, glanced back, and saw that Amy was already holding Misha in her arms.

The mother and daughter huddled on the sofa, their small figures appearing particularly lonely in the dim light.

Sun Mo gently closed the door.

The sun had long since set, leaving only a faint crimson glow on the horizon.

After walking a few steps, Wukong asked, "Sun Mo, is there really no other way?"

Sun Mo shook his head: "I don't know."

In short, King Kai said that there are no living Namekians left.

But I didn't see it with my own eyes, and it just doesn't feel right."

Wukong stopped and looked at Sun Mo: "You want to go?"

Sun Mo nodded: "Since teleportation doesn't work, we'll have to use a spaceship."

I've got the coordinates. I'll have Bulma check them when I get back.

If possible, take a spaceship there; just in case there are still survivors.

Suddenly, Goku remembered something and asked, "By the way, who was it that killed so many Namekians?"

Sun Mo's eyes flickered slightly.

"That person is also a Saiyan, named Broly."

Sun Wukong was taken aback.

"Also a Saiyan?"

"How come there are still so many Saiyans?"

Sun Mo nodded and said, "He is the legendary Super Saiyan who appears only once every thousand years. He is incredibly powerful, and his combat strength increases every year without any limit."

I heard from Lord Kai that he has already slaughtered all the humans on countless planets in the Southern Galaxy.

Sun Wukong's eyes darted around, a fighting spirit surging within them.

"Really? Is he very strong?"

Sun Mo looked at Wukong and clenched his fist.

"I understand what you mean, and I also want to see his power!"

However, I think the most urgent thing is to go to Namek first.

Perhaps some people are hiding; Namekians are very resilient, they shouldn't be so easily wiped out.

Wukong scratched his head in distress.

"Isn't there any way to separate Piccolo and Kami again?"

Namekians come in many types.

But Sun Mo knew that Piccolo no longer had the ability to heal, create Dragon Balls, or even reproduce like the old Piccolo.

Sun Mo shook his head and said, "It's probably not possible."

Piccolo is a combat-type Namekian; he excels in combat but lacks those strange magical powers.

"That's a real shame!"

Sun Mo said, "Alright, enough chit-chat, I need to go home to take care of some business."

Goku nodded, "I have to go back too, Chi-Chi must be getting impatient."

When I left home today, Qiqi mentioned that she hadn't seen Klin in a long time, and she asked me to invite Klin to take the kids on a picnic sometime.

Goku scratched his head and continued, "Oh dear, how am I supposed to tell Chi-Chi about this—"

This is really giving me a headache.

Sun Mo was speechless for a moment.

"Forget it, don't overthink it. Thinking isn't your strong suit. Let's go back!"

Sun Mo turned around and flew back towards the capsule company.

Western capital.

Capsule company.

Bulma sat in her laboratory, the table filled with various instruments and blueprints.

Sun Zhuo was lying on the table next to her, holding a pen in his small hand, scribbling on the paper.

"I'm back!"

Sun Mo opened the laboratory door and walked in.

"I knew you were in the lab."

Ma looked up and saw Sun Mo appear. A smile appeared on her face. "You're back—"

However, Bulma was taken aback when she noticed that Sun Mo's complexion was not good.

"What happened? Has anyone been killed?"

Sun Mo realized that she knew nothing about what had happened today.

Bulma's understanding was still based on the time when she went to fight Cell.

She knew nothing about the defeat of Cell, Android 18's self-destruction, or Krillin's death, let alone her journey to the Underworld to find Namek.

It's actually quite complicated.

Sun Mo walked over, sat down on the sofa, and carefully recounted the events of the day to Bulma.

Bulma remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

After all, so many things have happened in just one day.

The amount of news was overwhelming; even she was having trouble processing it.

Sun Zhuo didn't understand what the adults were saying, she only knew that her father was back. She happily climbed onto his lap and held up her drawing to show him: "Daddy, Daddy, look, I drew this!"

Sun Mo took the drawing, which was a jumble of messy lines, but he still looked at it carefully for a long time.

Finally, Sun Mo smiled, patted his daughter's head, and asked, "Great job! What did you draw?"

"It's Dad!"

Sun Zhuo proudly said, "I drew my dad fighting bad guys. My mom said, 'Dad is the best!'"

Daddy will beat all the bad guys!

Seeing the adoring look on his daughter's face, Sun Mo smiled and hugged her tighter.

"Oh right, Bulma, I remember now!"

"Lord Kai gave me the coordinates of New Namek, and I'd like you to take me there!"

After saying that, Sun Mo took out the note he had written down from his pocket and handed it to Bulma.

Bulma took the coordinates and entered them into the computer.

A moment later, Bulma lit a cigarette.

"It's a long way. Even with the spaceship Dad modified, it will still take a month—"

The journey to Namek should normally take as little as seven days.

The new Namek is now four times farther away than before, which is a great distance.

However, since coming into contact with the spaceship, Bulma has made significant progress in her technology compared to before.

Bulma thought for a moment and then said, "Give me three more days, and I should be able to modify the old spaceship faster. It should be ready in at least half a month."

Sun Mo nodded and said, "Okay, the time to get there plus the time to build the spaceship will take 18 days in total. With some margin for error, 20 days should be enough."

"I can easily teleport back, saving time, but—"

Bulma asked, "But what?"

"However, since it's been so long, let's make a container to preserve Krillin's body first. Krillin's body is on the bed, and in this hot weather, it will stink after half a month."

Bulma's expression shifted, and she asked curiously, "What if Amy puts Krillin in the refrigerator? Do you think he'll get an erection when Krillin revives?"

Sun Mo's face darkened, and he said, "Bulma, don't joke like that—"

Bulma said with a wronged expression, "I was just worried that you were under too much pressure and wanted you to relax a bit—"