The Seven Dragon Balls Gather

Bulma turned her gaze to Sun Mo, then to Shu.

"You just saw it for yourself—"

"His head's harder than steel. No matter how many robots your king has, they're no match!"

"Hand over the Dragon Ball now!"

Wukong looked at Bulma with some surprise and said, "Bulma, you sound like a bad guy."

Sun Mo muttered, "She's just throwing her weight around because you and I can fight."

Hearing Sun Mo undercut her, Bulma fumed, hands on her hips. "You two only know how to sleep. I've been driving for three days straight without a break—I've got a lot of pent-up anger!"

Wukong and Sun Mo fell silent instantly.

Better to let her vent that anger on Shu.

Shu trembled in fear.

Just then, King Pilaf's voice came through Shu's communicator.

"Hahaha, you want the last Dragon Ball? Come and get it—I've placed it in the deepest part of my castle!"

Inside Pilaf's Castle, King Pilaf laughed loudly. "Ahahaha, the world is finally about to belong to me, Pilaf!"

Mai stood respectfully to the side, noticed the surveillance feed, and immediately reported, "Your Majesty, they're here!"

Pilaf said smugly, "They've got the Radar, so of course they won't take a single wrong turn. Perfect timing—they'll walk right into my trap with that Dragon Ball!"

Mai promptly played along. "As expected of Your Majesty!"

"Alright, go prepare. Anyone who can collect six Dragon Balls is no pushover."

"Yes!"

Before long.

Sun Mo, Bulma, and Wukong arrived at the entrance of Pilaf's Castle.

Bulma checked the Radar and said, "The Dragon Ball should be inside here. But the door's wide open like this—there's bound to be traps. Should we go in?"

Sun Mo said, "Let's go. What trap could stop us?"

Bulma thought it over. "True. Let's go, then!"

The three of them walked into the castle together.

"It's so empty. Which way should we go?" Wukong looked around.

Bulma spotted an arrow on the floor and said loudly, "Look, there's an arrow on the ground. Let's follow it! That's how it works in adventure games..."

Sun Mo: "..."

Was Bulma really a genius girl?

She could be this cringey.

Still, it didn't matter. Pilaf's traps couldn't stop him anyway.

A moment later, the three reached a dead end.

At the same time, an iron door slammed down behind them, sealing off their escape.

Bulma was startled.

"Crap, we've fallen into a trap."

Just then, a closed-circuit TV on the wall lit up, and King Pilaf's face appeared.

"Hey there, I'm King Pilaf!"

Bulma said in surprise, "So that's their king? He doesn't look very tall!"

Son Goku nodded. "Doesn't look strong either."

Pilaf ignored what they were saying and went on, "Hand over your Dragon Balls, or I'll make you regret it!"

Bulma stuck her tongue out at the TV and laughed. "Who'd hand them over to you!"

Sun Mo paid no attention to Pilaf's bluster. Instead, he knocked on the walls around him.

Soon, he pointed at one spot and said, "It's hollow behind here. Is the Dragon Ball in this direction?"

Bulma took out the Radar, checked it, and nodded. "Yeah, that's the direction!"

Sun Mo raised his fist and said, "Then you two step back."

Bulma and Goku quickly backed away.

Pilaf gaped at the screen. "Wait, what are you trying to do?"

Sun Mo smiled. "What else? Smash through the wall, of course!"

Mai laughed loudly. "Hah, you must be joking. That wall is made of the king's special alloy—you're not getting out!"

The next second, Sun Mo's fist slammed into the wall.

"BOOM—!"

An entire section of the wall caved in, dented deep.

Sun Mo frowned. "Pretty good ductility."

One punch wasn't enough, so he threw another.

"BOOM!!!"

"CRACK!"

The whole wall tore free from its frame and crashed heavily to the floor.

It revealed a straight path to Pilaf's office.

The smugness on Pilaf's face froze, then twisted into disbelief and terror.

"You... how could you... that was a special alloy wall!"

Bulma watched the terrified Pilaf on the monitor and laughed. "Hahaha, forgot to tell you—he's harder than alloy!"

Mai tugged at Pilaf, panicked. "King, we need to run..."

"Are you kidding? I'm about to rule the world—why would I run?"

"Then what do we do?"

Pilaf's face turned vicious. "It's come to this—go all out!"

Soon, both of them climbed into mecha.

The dust hadn't even settled when Sun Mo, Bulma, and Goku stepped over the collapsed wall and walked out of the passage.

At the end of the passage, the space opened wide.

But standing there were two massive mecha.

Unlike Shu's mecha, which looked slapdash, these seemed higher-spec.

The one on the left was deep blue, with a multi-barrel launcher on its shoulder—Mai was piloting it.

The one on the right was Pilaf's "Pilaf Machine,"

its head designed like his signature exaggerated crown, its arms fitted with huge alloy claw pincers.

Seeing the two giants, Bulma couldn't help retreating behind Sun Mo.

But Goku's eyes lit up. "Wow! Such big Robots!"

He looked at Sun Mo, eager. "Sun Mo, let me handle this one?"

Sun Mo shook his head.

"These two mecha are too weak. They won't sharpen either of us at all."

Goku: "They're that weak?"

A red mecha emitted Pilaf's voice, forcing calm. "Hahaha, you're finished! Let me show you my latest technology.

Hand over the Dragon Balls, and I'll let you live..."

"You talk too much."

Sun Mo cut him off, sweeping his gaze over both mecha as he settled into a starting stance.

"Both of you come at once. I'm in a hurry."

"Arrogant!"

Mai's mecha launched first, instantly accelerating into a blue blur that flanked from the side, its shoulder launcher firing an alloy net crackling with high-voltage current.

"Gale Capture Net! You can't escape!"

Sun Mo didn't even glance at the net. The instant before it dropped over him, his figure blurred.

The next second, he stood directly in front of the blue mecha, almost pressed against the cockpit.

He raised his hand, fingers together like a blade, and made a light slash.

"RIIIP!"

Mai didn't even register what had happened—she only felt the mecha jolt violently.

"What... what happened?"

The next moment, an explosion erupted from within, and the mecha was blasted clean in two.

Mai screamed as the blast wave hurled her out of the cockpit, sending her crashing against the wall in a heap before she passed out.

Pilaf was horrified.

Where had he ever seen a madman who could tear a mecha apart with his bare hands?

"M-monster!"

The instinct to survive overrode everything. He spun the mecha around, and the thrusters on its back ignited—he meant to smash through the opposite wall of the control room and flee!

Sun Mo's figure flickered, and he appeared before Pilaf.

"Leave the Dragon Balls behind, and I won't kill you!"

Under Sun Mo's crude and straightforward methods, Bulma finally got her hands on the seventh Dragon Ball, yet she felt a little hollow.

"The Dragon Balls are finally all together. This day came fast!"

"But I already have a boyfriend. What wish should I make?"