"How did you know all that in such detail?" Bulma asked curiously.
"I studied hard. The textbooks explain this part," Puar said, floating in the air with his tiny hands proudly on his hips.
It was recorded in the textbooks. Since Fry-Pan Mountain was not far from the desert, Puar had always remembered it.
"How did Fry-Pan Mountain catch fire?" Bulma asked again.
"I don't know. The textbooks said it suddenly caught fire, but no one knows why." Puar shook his head.
Goku bumped his fists together. "I've had water and recovered my strength."
He-El, Goku, Bulma, and Puar, along with Yamcha, who had rested for a while and recovered his stamina by controlling his breathing under He-El's guidance, headed once more toward Fry-Pan Mountain, pushing through the heat waves.
They arrived at the foot of Fry-Pan Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain stood a village that looked like ruins.
It was an abandoned village, utterly silent, with only the roaring flames and heat waves from nearby Fry-Pan Mountain rolling over it.
As they entered the village, they saw ruined Round Houses one after another and skeletons slumped across the ground. No one knew how long they had been dead, and Bulma jumped in fright.
Goku picked up a branch and curiously poked at a skull's eye socket.
Yamcha and Puar looked around vigilantly.
"It's in the castle on Fry-Pan Mountain. But we can't get in like this." Bulma took out the Dragon Radar and checked it, confirming that the target was inside Ox-King's Castle on Fry-Pan Mountain.
But the flames on Fry-Pan Mountain were far too fierce. There was no way they could reach the castle at the summit to search for the Dragon Ball.
"Goku, summon the Flying Nimbus and fly into the castle from the sky.