Their lives were harmonious. Bulma's parents got along very well with the Namekians, teaching them how to play golf, showing them some of Earth's facilities, and sharing amusing stories about everyday life.
Vegeta, Piccolo, and the others continued training. Before they knew it, a year had passed. They gathered the Dragon Balls, and the balls began to react.
Master Roshi, Oolong, and the others had also come to Bulma's house. They were curious, too. "So the Namekian Dragon Balls can be used again after only 130 days!"
Dende explained to Bulma, "That's right. A year on Planet Namek is only 130 days." "That's just a third of an Earth year! How nice. Hurry and make a wish to Super Shenron!"
Master Roshi said to Bulma, "Wait, Gohan and the others aren't here yet..." Just then, Gohan, Chichi, and the others hurried over. "Sorry, cram school ran late." "You went to cram school again? That must be hard."
Chichi said earnestly to Bulma, "My Gohan needs to study hard and become a great scholar." "All right, let's begin. Dende, please!"
Dende then recited a string of words in the Namekian Language. Dark clouds gathered overhead. A ray of golden light pierced the sky, even more dazzling than the light of Earth's Dragon Balls, and the sky grew darker than usual.
Porunga appeared in the sky above Bulma's house. Ghost Immortal and the others had never seen Porunga before. "So this is the real deal! What a sight!"
Porunga spoke to the people below. "Those who have gathered the seven Dragon Balls, I can grant any three wishes." Elder Moori stepped forward. "Earthlings, we can talk next time. You may have all the wishes this time."
Gohan and the others were delighted. "Thank you so much, Grand Elder!" Then Bulma said, "I'll