Six-Star Dragon

Yamcha's hairs stood on end, and his instincts screamed a warning.

That meant the opponent was indeed nearby.

"Six-Star Dragon, wind attribute..."

Yamcha remained on guard as he recalled the intelligence Krillin had provided.

"She excels at high-speed flight, vacuum wind blades, and long-range harassment. Her aerial combat ability is first-rate."

First-rate aerial combat ability.

Those words made Yamcha's mouth twitch.

His own strengths were close-range combo attacks and tracking ki blasts; his flight control could only be considered average.

Fighting a powerful wind-attribute enemy in the air was like being pinned down and beaten senseless on someone else's home turf.

"Fine, then."

Yamcha gave himself a little pep talk.

"If I really can't beat her, I'll just have to run..."

He suddenly stopped talking to himself.

Because he saw a figure floating above the airflow vortex at the center of the canyon.

That silhouette...

Was a woman!

She had a slender figure and perfect proportions.

Her blue skin glowed faintly in the light.

Her long dark-purple hair drifted in the wind swirling around her body.

She wore a long teal dress, its hem drawn into several fluttering ribbons by the wind, with golden ornaments adorning her waist and wrists.

A blue Six-Star Dragon Ball was embedded in the center of her forehead.

Her brows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, her bearing proud yet lively. She did not look like an Evil Dragon at all.

Someone like this...

Yamcha's brain crashed, and his eyes went wide.

"B-Beauty...?"

Two off-key words squeezed out of Yamcha's throat.

His gaze moved from Six-Star Dragon's face to...

Then to her waist, and from there to her legs.

The entire process lasted nearly three seconds. During those three seconds, his body completely abandoned any defensive posture.

The Eternal Energy Reactor ran steadily inside him,