Under the forceful blast of Lin Chuan's Energy Blast, the entire iceberg was reduced to rubble.
The storm it kicked up was like some primordial beast Awakening, capable of swallowing everything in its path.
Of course, it had no effect on Lin Chuan.
His strength spoke for itself. What could a little shockwave do to him?
Bulma was safe, too. Lin Chuan held her while keeping an energy shield up, so there was no chance she would be hurt.
"Hey, hey, hey! You went way overboard! I only asked you to blast through it, not blow up the entire iceberg. What if the Dragon Balls were destroyed in the process?" Seeing the iceberg disappear, Bulma was startled, but her first thought was whether the explosion had destroyed the Dragon Balls.
She was a strong-willed woman, and the longer she spent with Lin Chuan, the bolder she became. She'd gotten to the point where she could say whatever she wanted.
"It would have taken who knows how long to search beneath the whole iceberg. You said it yourself: the Dragon Radar can be off by nearly fifty meters. Rather than search slowly, it was more efficient to blow the place apart."
"And the Dragon Balls won't be destroyed. The Earth Dragon Balls are sturdy enough to withstand a blast like that."
With that, Lin Chuan kept his eyes on the Dragon Radar in Bulma's hands.
The marked location had shifted, but the seventh Dragon Ball was still intact.
The explosion had sent it flying onto the ice plain ahead.
"There." Before Bulma could object, Lin Chuan took flight and headed over.
After traveling several kilometers, Lin Chuan landed with Bulma in his arms.
The vast white ice plain was covered in ice and snow. No living creatures or other signs of life could be found.
If there was anything to see, it was the chunks from the exploded iceberg scattered across the plain.
After setting Bulma down, Lin Chuan took the Dragon Radar from her.
"Stay here and don't move. There may be crevasses beneath the snow. Falling into one could cost you your life." After warning Bulma, Lin Chuan spread out his senses and began searching on foot.
Bulma stood where she was, not daring to wander.
She might have been bold, but she still valued her life.
Several minutes passed before Lin Chuan's lips curled into a smile. He reached into a hole in the snow and pulled out the Seven-Star Dragon Ball, glowing orange.
"Finally, they're all together." It had taken him over five hours to find the Dragon Balls scattered across the world.
Turning around, Lin Chuan looked toward Bulma and showed her the Seven-Star Dragon Ball in his hand.
Seeing that they had found the last Dragon Ball, Bulma was thrilled. She forgot Lin Chuan's warning and ran toward him.
But just as she was thinking how happy she was to finally leave this wretched place, the ground suddenly gave way beneath her. Her mind went blank, and she was overcome by the despair of impending death.
Lin Chuan immediately knew what had happened.
He cursed inwardly. Stupid woman.
The next second, he powered up and, in less than a second, caught Bulma as she was about to fall into the ice crevasse. Then he used the Flight Technique to lift them off the ground.
"Good thing it wasn't deep. Didn't I tell you not to move?" Once he had adjusted their position and scooped Bulma into his arms, Lin Chuan scolded her.
If he hadn't reacted in time, Bulma could have been in real trouble.
"I-I just thought that now we'd found the Dragon Ball, we could finally leave..." Bulma pouted, looking aggrieved.
Her brush with death had left her even colder.
She instinctively huddled closer. Lin Chuan felt it and shook his head helplessly, then formed another protective shield before leaving the Far North.
Northern Plains.
At the edge of a forest with fairly lush vegetation, Lin Chuan descended from the sky with Bulma.
It was no longer cold here.
The temperature had risen to around fifteen degrees above zero. It still wasn't warm, but compared to the Far North's forty or fifty degrees below zero, this place felt like paradise.
"Are you sure you want to summon Shenron and make your wish here?" Bulma asked as she took off her heavy cold-weather gear.
"Of course. If you hadn't been unable to stand the cold, we would've made the wish back there," Lin Chuan said.
Bulma rolled her eyes, then took the Dragon Balls out of her space pouch.
The seven round Dragon Balls gathered together and resonated with one another, flashing with brilliant golden light.
"Then let's get started! Come forth, Shenron!" Bulma cried.
"Vwoooom!!!!"
The seven Dragon Balls burst into dazzling light.
At the same time, thick black clouds covered the sky, spreading across the entire planet. In just a moment, darkness had fallen all over the world.
The darkness enveloping the sky caught the Z Fighters' attention immediately.
As the light was swallowed by darkness, a golden pillar of light shot from the seven Dragon Balls and soared into the heavens.
The brilliant radiance gathered into the body of a dragon, which hovered in midair, exuding an imposing and domineering presence.
Earth's Shenron now floated above Lin Chuan's head.
The pressure it gave off was unmistakable.
It wasn't the kind of pressure that came from overwhelming strength, but simply the natural aura of Shenron itself.
You could call it Dragon Pressure!
"Person who gathered the seven Dragon Balls, speak your wish. Whatever it may be, I can grant it."
The familiar opening words, the familiar feeling.
For a brief moment, Lin Chuan remembered watching Shenron appear on the big screen.
What a shame. Shenron looked mighty and sounded so confident, but Earth's Shenron was still just a small fry.
Compared with Porunga, the dragon on Namek, he couldn't hold a candle to him.
Only after Dende upgraded him in the future, increasing the number of wishes he could grant from one to three, did Shenron gain a little more prestige.
Of course, even then, he still couldn't compare with Porunga.
Lin Chuan remembered that in the Super era, Earth's Shenron had nearly wet himself in fear in front of God of Destruction Beerus.
"All right, Lin Chuan. Shenron's been summoned. You can make your wish now," Bulma reminded him, fixing her gaze on him.
Hearing Bulma's words, Lin Chuan's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I have an idea, but I'm not sure if it can be granted."
Seeing Lin Chuan's mischievous grin, Bulma had a bad feeling.
"Are you the one making the wish? Speak your wish. Whatever it is, I can grant it." Shenron seemed to hear Lin Chuan's doubt. Its deep voice sent a powerful shock through the air, as if declaring, There is no wish I cannot grant.
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