Goku: Go Back and See Broly

"Got it! Thank you, Master Korin!" Son Goku waved vigorously at Master Korin, a bright smile plastered across his face. Turning around, he called out cheerfully to the newly formed Flying Nimbus beneath his feet, "New Flying Nimbus, let's go! Destination, Master Roshi's House!"

"Whoosh!"

Flying Nimbus seemed to understand him, instantly transforming into a golden streak of light, carrying Goku like an arrow off the string, whistling toward the island where Master Roshi lived, leaving a faint golden trail in the sky.

Master Roshi's island.

The sunset's afterglow dyed the waves a rose-gold, gently lapping against the white sand.

Inside Master Roshi's House, the atmosphere was heavy and sorrowful.

Bulma had just used Hoi-Poi Capsule technology to create a temporary coffin capsule with a freezing function.

At the same time, Bulma and the others had carefully placed Krillin's cold, stiff body inside, ready to seal it away temporarily.

Just as Bulma, with a heavy heart, was about to press the capsule's sealing button—

A sudden change occurred!

The sky, which had been fairly bright, turned pitch black without warning, as if someone had covered the sun with a giant curtain!

Then, just as quickly, it brightened again.

This eerie phenomenon left everyone in the house stunned.

Then, something even more terrifying happened!

Krillin, lying in the capsule, suddenly snapped his eyes open. His pupils darted around as if he'd just woken from a deep sleep.

Looking around in confusion, he propped himself up with his hands and sat up from the coffin-like capsule, even stretching his arms!

"Whaaa—!"

Bulma, who was right next to the capsule, was scared out of her wits by this sudden development. She let out a piercing scream, her hand jerking so hard she dropped the capsule controller, and she collapsed onto the floor, her face pale as a sheet.

Yamcha was also badly shaken, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

On pure instinct, Yamcha lunged forward and swung his fist.

"Leave it to me!"

Launch's eyes turned fierce. Without a word, she whipped out her submachine gun with lightning speed and unleashed a "rat-a-tat-tat" barrage at Krillin, who was still dazed from his resurrection!

In an instant, several big, red bumps popped up on Krillin's head.

Krillin: "..."

Holding his head, Krillin crouched in the capsule, on the verge of tears, his mind in shambles.

Is this how you treat people?

I just came back to life, haven't even figured out what's going on, and first I get punched, then sprayed with a machine gun...

What did I do to deserve this?

"Ah... Krillin... you... you're not resurrected, are you?" Yamcha, seeing Krillin's expression of grievance and anger, along with him clutching his head and yelping in pain, suddenly caught on. He quickly dropped his fighting stance and asked awkwardly, uncertainly.

"What do you think?!" Krillin rolled his eyes in annoyance, rubbing the bumps on his head as he jumped out of the capsule. He stretched his stiff limbs, feeling his body brimming with energy—he really was resurrected!

"Sorry about that, Krillin! I thought you were reanimating or possessed by something evil!" Yamcha finally relaxed completely, letting out a long sigh of relief. A look of apology and relief spread across his face as he stepped forward and patted Krillin on the shoulder.

"Ah-choo!"

Blonde Launch sneezed again, and her hair instantly reverted to its gentle blue.

Launch stared blankly at the still-smoking submachine gun in her hand, then at Krillin's bump-covered head. She scratched her head sheepishly, her cheeks flushing as she mumbled, "Uh... that... I didn't do anything too bad, did I?"

Krillin looked at Launch, now with blue hair, then touched the bumps on his head. He could only silently wipe away the nonexistent cold sweat on his forehead.

He was used to Launch's split personality by now, but this welcome ceremony was a bit too intense.

"Speaking of which, Master Roshi and Tien Shinhan are really efficient!" Bulma got up from the floor, dusted off her skirt, and wore an expression of surprise and admiration. "How long has it been? They gathered the Dragon Balls so quickly and successfully made a wish to revive Krillin! That's amazing!"

"That doesn't add up, does it?" Yamcha rubbed his chin, a puzzled look on his face as he recalled. "I remember when Master Roshi left, he said he was going to collect the Dragon Balls and wish to Shenron to destroy King Piccolo. So... why did he change it to reviving Krillin? Has King Piccolo been dealt with already?"

Krillin: "????"

"What? What are you talking about? King Piccolo? Who's that?" Krillin was completely lost, his face full of question marks.

He had died early and knew nothing about what happened afterward.

"It's like this..." Seeing this, Yamcha immediately pulled Krillin over to a nearby sofa, cleared his throat, and began to recount everything that had happened since Krillin's death regarding King Piccolo, in full and detailed fashion.

"Ki... King Piccolo... he's that terrifying?" After hearing Yamcha's story, Krillin's face turned pale with fear, cold sweat beading on his forehead as a wave of dread washed over him. "I... I was killed by his underling?"

Krillin touched his neck, as if he could still feel the deadly suffocation from back then.

If I'd known it was such a terrifying existence, I should have just handed over the Dragon Ball to that monster...

Why did I have to play the hero?

I almost never woke up again...

"Hey, where's Goku?" Krillin quickly asked.

"Goku was furious when he found out you were killed. He chased after that underling named Tambourine on Flying Nimbus without a second thought!" Bulma shook her head gently, her expression darkening with sadness. "But... we haven't heard anything from him since. We can't get in touch with him at all."

"We think... he might have... might have been killed by King Piccolo or his men too..." Yamcha sighed along with them, his tone heavy. "After all, he was completely drained from the tournament... I'm afraid..."

The atmosphere in the room grew somewhat stifling again.

"But since Krillin's already been revived!" Oolong blinked his piggy eyes and suddenly cut in, "Doesn't that mean Goku should've come back to life too?"

The moment those words left his mouth, it was like a pebble dropped into a still lake!

Yamcha and Bulma's eyes both lit up, the gloom on their faces vanishing in an instant. They suddenly felt Oolong's reasoning made perfect sense!

"That's right! Even Krillin came back! Maybe Goku's been revived along with him!" Bulma clapped her hands excitedly, a fresh gleam of hope blooming on her face.

"Exactly, exactly! It has to be!" Yamcha nodded vigorously, his mood lightening considerably.