The sky turned dark. To the Namek in Kami's old Lookout this nothing new. Indeed it was quite familiar. Someone had summoned the Eternal Dragon Shenron, and now they would receive two wishes. Piccolo had little idea who had collected the balls, but he wasn't too concerned. Typically humans were too frivolous to wish for anything harmful. Like Yamcha, they might wish for money or a new car. Just a couple of weeks after the defeat of Majin Buu in all his various forms, Piccolo tried to somewhat relax. The last few weeks had been stressful. His nerves were not too used to constant teaching and besides, during the Cell Games, Piccolo had a chance in intervening himself. Against Buu, he never had a chance himself, he had had to trust Gotenks (heaven forbid) and then Gohan (a safe bet). With Dende familiar with the role of guardian and Buu out of the way, Piccolo had started training again. He was frustrated, and he had nothing else to do. Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Gotenks, Mr.Buu, they all surpassed him. Now with the likelihood of not needing Gotenks, Piccolo could once become the fifth strongest fighter. If Goten and Trunks kept up their training, they would surpass him if he didn't keep up his. Right now he trained his mind. Dende came out of the Lookout disturbed. Piccolo looked at the young guardian. Shock was soon written all over his face. Dende was beaten and in bad shape. Real bad shape.
"Dende, who did this to you?" asked Piccolo, Nail's concern was in the harsh voice.
"Saiya-jins," Dende managed to answer. He collapsed momentarily. Piccolo caught him. He supported Dende and even donated the gains he made in the morning to the ailing teen Namek. Dende managed to stand with this aid.
"Did Goten and Trunks do this?" Piccolo's rage started to grow as he thought of how ungrateful his most recent students were. A joke on Dende. It wouldn't be funny much longer.
"No, I've never seen these before. There were three and one looked like Goku but wasn't. They jumped me and Mr. Popo. Oh no, Popo! I forgot him. He must still be in there. We couldn't escape very easily. Mr.Popo's carpet is in tatters, and I just barely was able to escape on it and then I found you here," answered Dende.
"Go down to Korin. Get a senzu and maybe a couple more for Popo. I'll meet you back here. I'm going to have a look and get Popo," said Piccolo.
Three Saiya-jin. One like Goku. Terlus? But whom would the others be? It didn't matter. Terlus had been defeated long ago, and Piccolo was millions of times stronger now. But what were they doing in the rooms of the lookout? The Lookout was bigger inside than outside, but there was no reason for presumed Saiya-jin to be lying around waiting to jump a helpless guardian. Piccolo contemplated this as he entered. The room was just ahead. And soon he'd meet what Dende had been surprised by.
Piccolo entered. At the far corner was another door. But in this clear room was the Saiya-jin Dende had described. Terlus stood in the middle of the room waiting. Piccolo spoke first.
"Terlus, what are you doing here?" asked Piccolo.
"So you do remember. I believe it was Mr. Piccolo? My worst nightmare?" said Terlus derisively.
"Look you, Gohan was priority then. If you had just let him go, I would have shown you the fight of your life, but you got that shot by pitching him at me," answered Piccolo.
"Sure…whatever you say. But let's introduce the rest of the gang," said Terlus.
Out stepped Nappa and Raditz with an unconscious Mr.Popo between them. Piccolo gasped momentarily. Mr. Popo had been beaten white and red. The appearance of Nappa and Raditz upset him too. All of these dead Saiya-jin coming out of the woodwork. But Terlus interrupted his thoughts.
"All your base are belong to us, Piccolo," said Terlus.
"Surrender now or the genie gets it," added Nappa.
Piccolo swiftly moved behind Terlus, brushed Nappa and Raditz out of the way, and grabbed Popo and reappeared at the entrance in an instant.
"I see you've gotten better, old man, but you still won't get out of here alive," said Terlus. Terlus then generated a ball of false moonlight. Piccolo watched indifferently. Terlus, Nappa, and Raditz turned into Oozarous, differentiable only by the hair of each. Nappa lacked hair. Raditz had too much hair, while Terlus reminded Kami within Piccolo of Oozarou Goku. Piccolo wasn't too frightened. Even as Oozarous, their power combined lay in the thousands, his power was in the millions. This was a fight for Kuririn, not him, but he had to get Popo to safety. The three giant apes turned on him. Piccolo easily parried their attacks and pummeled each monkey into the wall separately. The Saiyans were all close to comas, and couldn't understand how in only about 10 years, the Namek had surpassed their combined abilities. Piccolo turned to the three hapless Oozarou.
"Usually I save this technique for cameras, but for ya'll, I'll make an exception," muttered Piccolo. His eyes had a slight red tint for a moment before he blinked and a shockwave quickly came down on the Oozarou, snapping each neck. The trio's tongues came out before they disappeared and Piccolo went to take to Popo to Dende.
Dende was ecstatic to see Piccolo come out Popo. Having recovered himself, Dende healed Popo. Still, the genie was speechless. Piccolo ignored Popo for the moment and turned to Dende.
"I'm going back in there. There's another door, and there's something evil behind it," said Piccolo. Dende, surprised to see Piccolo come back without a scratch, nodded. He hoped Piccolo would be able to handle himself in there, but he too felt strange things going on in the world. He didn't like it. If Piccolo defeating whatever was in the room was enough, then so be it.
Piccolo walked back into the white room where he had faced the Saiya-jin. As neared the door he began to measure the power level in the next room. It was much stronger than the Saiya-jin and it was much more evil, still at first sense it didn't seem to be anything Piccolo couldn't handle. When he opened the door he was once more shocked by the identities of the opponents inside.