Dual Cultivation of Martial and Literary Arts

Chi-Chi heard him out and immediately hugged Gohan again, looking shaken.

"Schoolwork doesn't matter. What matters is that you're safe!"

Jiang Ling turned and exchanged a glance with Bulma, as if to say, Well, if I'd known it was going to be like this, I wouldn't have come...

Jiang Ling thought it over.

Then he said solemnly to Chi-Chi, "Ms. Chi-Chi, even though this is our first time meeting, there's something I still have to say."

"Go ahead," Chi-Chi said, looking ready to listen carefully.

"Ahem. Gohan has a lot of potential. I hope you won't keep forcing him to go against his nature. Let him follow his own wishes."

Jiang Ling paused, then continued, "If he wants to study, let him study. If he wants to train in martial arts, let him do that."

Chi-Chi immediately objected. "There's no future in martial arts! Just look at Goku and me. We never went to school when we were young, so we're uneducated. We can only live in the mountains, barely scraping by."

"If it weren't for the prize money Goku won at the last World Martial Arts Tournament, and the game he hunts now and then, how would we get by? It's so hard!"

"I don't want Gohan to end up the same way."

Chi-Chi was fired up, her face set with determination.

"..."

Jiang Ling held his forehead.

He was at a loss for words.

"That's because you don't know how to make money and aren't very clever!"

"Think about it. The Strongest Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament is held every four years, and the champion's prize money could last all four years! And if the champion manages his career well and becomes a big star, what would there be to worry about?"

Jiang Ling was heartbroken. He really didn't want a promising kid to end up as a Nobita-fan!

Bulma watched the two of them go back and forth, looking a little exasperated. "All right, all right, stop arguing. Let's ask Gohan what he thinks."

At that, the three of them turned to look at Gohan, who had been watching from the sidelines.

"Huh?"

Gohan scratched his head.

"If I have to choose, I like studying, and I like martial arts too..."

"..."

In the end, they settled the matter.

Gohan would pursue Dual Cultivation of Martial and Literary Arts!

He'd train both his muscles and his mind!

It would just be a bit harder on him.

With that settled, Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. The tail behind him swayed freely, showing that he was in a good mood.

Chi-Chi looked at his tail, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

"I miss those days. Goku and Gohan used to have tails just like that..."

"Oh, right. Where's Goku? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Chi-Chi remembered Goku.

"Uh..."

"How should I put this..."

Jiang Ling wasn't sure how to explain, so he looked to Bulma.

Seeing that they couldn't keep it from her, Bulma had no choice but to tell Chi-Chi that Goku had died again.

Before Bulma could finish, Chi-Chi burst into tears.

"How could you die again and again and again...? Can't you just stay alive and stay by my side...?"

"..."

Bulma put an arm around her and gently comforted her.

Jiang Ling thought for a moment, then said, "I think Goku's the kind of guy who always lands on his feet. He'll be fine..."

"Mm... I think so too..."

Chi-Chi's eyes filled with tears as she sobbed. She grabbed Jiang Ling's fluffy tail without thinking.

Jiang Ling shuddered, instantly went weak all over, and slumped onto the sofa...

"Don't... grab..."

Seeing him like that, Chi-Chi immediately realized what she'd done. "Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Oh... You still haven't gotten over that weakness?"

Bulma's eyes lit up, and she licked her lips.

The next day.

The Gravity Training Room was finally ready.

Bulma arranged for Jiang Ling to stay in a villa.

The villa came with its own courtyard.

The Gravity Training Room had been set up in the courtyard.

"How is it? This place all right?"

Bulma lifted her chest slightly, wearing a proud smile.

"Not bad. You really are our super-invincible beautiful girl, Bulma!"

Jiang Ling nodded and gave her a thumbs-up.

Then.

He gazed at Bulma with deep affection.

"Bulma, I want to do something with you..."

The atmosphere immediately turned intimate.

"Ah..." Bulma's face flushed red. "Y-you mean...?"

"You know, that thing..."

Jiang Ling leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Pfft! Pervert! No naughty stuff!"

Bulma shook her head frantically.

"Who said anything about naughty stuff?" Jiang Ling asked, confused.

Bulma looked puzzled. "Then what did you mean?"

Snap!

Jiang Ling pressed the speaker's button!

Rhythmic music started playing.

"If Hua Tuo were here again, he'd cure this worship of the West.

Foreigners would come to learn Chinese characters, awakening our national consciousness..."

Still bewildered, Bulma was led into the Jianzi dance by Jiang Ming...

Bulma wasn't exactly willing, but since he was so handsome, she found herself dancing along anyway...

An hour later.

Bulma collapsed onto the sofa.

Her face was flushed.

She was panting heavily.

Clearly, the Jianzi dance had worn her out...

Time flew by, and the years passed in a flash.

Before they knew it, more than a hundred days had gone by.

Jiang Ling had also spent over a hundred days training in the Gravity Training Room.

He'd gone from twice Earth's gravity at the beginning to twenty times gravity now!

That was considerable progress.

And there was another piece of good news.

The Dragon Balls on Namek could finally be used!

Bulma gathered everyone on the huge lawn outside her company.

Bulma, Jiang Ling, Master Roshi, Launch, Piccolo, Vegeta, and the others.

There were also nearly a hundred Namekians.

"Why haven't Chi-Chi and Gohan gotten here yet...?"

Bulma checked the time on her watch and grumbled.

Just then, Gohan flew over with Chi-Chi on his back.

"Aunt Bulma~" Gohan called, waving as he flew.

Bulma asked, "Why are you two only getting here now?"

"Oh, we had some tutoring, then came straight over," Chi-Chi said with a smile.

She wore light makeup and a Qipao that accentuated her perfect figure.

She'd changed especially because Goku was coming back.

"Bulma, you've gotten even prettier."

Chi-Chi smiled at the long-haired Bulma.

"Oh, I've really just gotten a little older. You're the one who's truly beautiful."

Bulma waved her hand, but she was smiling broadly. It was clear she was pleased.

She hadn't seen her best friend in half a year, so naturally she was delighted.

"Hello, Aunt Bulma!" Gohan said, looking up at her.

He was only six, after all, and wasn't very tall.

"Gohan, you've grown quite a bit! But you should call me 'big sister.'" Bulma crouched down with a smile.

"Okay, Aunt Bulma."

Bulma: "..."

Gohan then ran over to Piccolo, grinning brightly. "Uncle Piccolo, it's been a long time."

"Mm." Piccolo gave a cool nod without saying anything more.

"Since everyone's here, let's summon the Dragon God!" Bulma announced loudly.

Then she looked toward Dende.

Jiang Ling looked over too. He knew that the Dragon Balls on Namek had to be summoned in Namekian Language.

Dende raised both hands and chanted:

"Come forth, Porunga, and grant my wish."

Jiang Ling tilted his head as he listened. He... seemed to understand it.

[Ping! A reminder: the host is fluent in Dragon Ball language. Remember, Dragon Ball language means every language in the Dragon Ball world!]

"Wow!"

Jiang Ling had thought it meant a common language. He hadn't realized it meant every language in Dragon Ball!

That was a huge surprise.

As he was thinking this over,

the sky had already darkened.

The Dragon Balls on the ground began to glow. Then, with a flash, a gigantic dragon appeared!

Bulma stared at Porunga and murmured, "So big..."