Shenron Appears!

"Speak your wish," Shenron said, turning his gaze back to Master Roshi, his voice resuming its solemn tone. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Master Roshi quickly replied with deference, then cleared his throat, tilted his head back, and shouted his long-prepared wish clearly: "Shenron! Please revive all the innocent people killed by King Piccolo and his minions! Excluding the wicked!"

"That wish is simple." Shenron's massive head gave a slight nod, and a flash like lightning suddenly flickered in his crimson eyes.

An invisible, vast divine power spread outward from Shenron like ripples, rapidly covering the entire Earth.

After a moment of silence, Shenron spoke again: "Your wish has been granted. Farewell, then!"

As the words faded, Shenron's enormous cyan body began to grow transparent in the sky, dissipating, and finally transforming into countless golden specks of light that merged into the night.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The seven Dragon Balls on the ground, as if drained of all power, first turned dull like gray stones, then shot high into the air, scattering like fireworks in all directions across the world, vanishing into the vast darkness in an instant.

The darkness shrouding the sky quickly receded, restoring the earlier twilight scene.

"Great! Great! That means Goku and Krillin can both come back to life!" Master Roshi stared at the direction where the Dragon Balls had disappeared, reluctant to look away, and finally let out a long sigh of relief. His tense shoulders relaxed at last, and a relieved, gratified smile spread across his face.

"Now that everything's done, can we go home? I'm getting a little hungry again." Broly grinned, rubbing his stomach, and made the suggestion to head back.

For Broly, saving the world was far less important than going home for a meal.

"Let's go! Home! I'll cook you something delicious!" Master Roshi was in high spirits, nodding vigorously, his face brimming with ease and joy.

But when Master Roshi's gaze fell back on Broly, a faint, barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

Master Roshi stroked his beard and said with a tone of expectation and no room for argument, "Broly, when we get back, you need to remember to train hard with me! No more lazing around eating, drinking, and sleeping all day! With your... your astonishing talent, I believe that under my careful guidance and discipline, you'll become a truly outstanding martial artist someday!!"

Broly: "..."

The smile on Broly's face froze instantly, then twisted into an expression of obvious disgust and resistance, his head shaking like a rattle-drum.

"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Master Roshi raised an eyebrow at Broly's reaction, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"Old man, I think I'm already strong enough. Beating that King Piccolo was no trouble at all." Broly curled his lip and retorted matter-of-factly, then his face shifted to a look of longing. "Training is so tiring, boring, and dull! Nothing beats eating well, sleeping well, and doing whatever I want whenever I feel like it—that's comfort and freedom! That's living!"

Master Roshi looked at Broly's lazy demeanor, huffed and puffed in frustration, and finally could only shake his head helplessly with a sigh. "Fine, fine, let's just get home first! You good-for-nothing brat!"

Master Roshi knew that getting Broly—who couldn't muster any enthusiasm for anything besides eating and sleeping—to willingly train would require a long, gradual process of guidance.

You couldn't rush it!

The fact that this kid could defeat King Piccolo so effortlessly meant his strength had probably reached a level I can't even imagine...

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration struck Master Roshi.

Master Roshi stopped in his tracks abruptly, nearly causing Tien Shinhan to slide off his shoulder, and fumbled to steady him again.

Right! How could I forget him!

A bold idea took root in Master Roshi's mind.

What if... I found a way to get Broly to train under Kami?

The thought made Master Roshi's heart race.

Maybe I could send Broly to Master Korin first?

Through Master Korin, there should be a way to contact Kami, right?

But then, a flicker of doubt crept in.

Still... I wonder if Broly is even qualified to meet Kami?

With his lazy attitude, would Kami even take a liking to him?

Master Roshi turned to look at Broly, who was yawning with a gluttonous expression, and couldn't help but sigh.

Still... Broly did, after all, save the entire world practically single-handedly.

Shouldn't that achievement be enough?

Yeah, he definitely qualifies!

Meanwhile, far away on the other side of the continent, at Korin Sanctuary.

It was a tranquil valley surrounded by mountains, with fresh air carrying the scent of grass and trees.

A strangely shaped Magnetic Levitation Car hummed softly as it slowly drove into this isolated area.

At the wheel was the round-bodied Yajirobe, a katana strapped to his waist.

In the passenger seat beside Yajirobe sat Son Goku, weak and covered in wounds.

"Hey, Goku, look! The sky was dark as a pot lid just now, but suddenly it's bright again!" Yajirobe said gruffly, glancing up at the rapidly clearing sky while struggling to steer, a hint of surprise on his face.

"The Dragon Balls' reaction... is gone!" Goku grimaced, enduring the sharp pain in his body, and looked at the Dragon Radar with a weak but puzzled voice. "That terrifying guy... did he really manage to summon Shenron? Someone that strong—what wish could he want? To rule the world?"

Thinking about the wish King Piccolo might have made, Goku's heart felt especially heavy.

"We're here, right? This is that Korin Tower you mentioned?" Yajirobe parked the Magnetic Levitation Car on a patch of relatively flat grass, killed the engine, and pointed ahead at the towering red pillar that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

The two got out of the car.

Son Goku's feet went weak, and he nearly stumbled, barely managing to steady himself against the vehicle.

Looking up at this familiar giant tower, a nostalgic smile spread across Son Goku's face, though it was somewhat twisted by pain. "It brings back memories..."

"Brother Goku!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a joyful, childish shout came from the direction of the nearby round-topped hut.

Little Upa burst out of the room like a gust of wind, his face brimming with pure excitement and delight, as he dashed over to stand before Son Goku.

"Hey there, Upa. You've grown so fast, you're almost as tall as me now." Son Goku forced a smile through the pain, reaching out with his uninjured hand to ruffle Upa's head affectionately.