Oct 4, 2018
“Oh, right. One more thing before you leave, Hokuto.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
Piccolo allowed himself a cruel grin and pointed. “150!”
The sudden change in weight caused Hokuto to flare up to compensate and-- slowly-- they straightened up. “... You heard about my little stunt from Bra, huh?”
“Can’t show off athletically if you’re almost dead on ki all the time,” Piccolo said, tapping his temple. “By the way, it’s about an hour until midnight in Satan City. You might want to get a move on.”