Yamcha's Revival

A colossal figure shot out from the Dragon Ball, transforming into a divine dragon with two powerful arms in mid-air!

"Warrior who has gathered the seven Dragon Balls, I will grant you one wish within my power!" the divine dragon in the sky said expressionlessly.

At this moment, the Great Elder Moori, standing behind, stepped forward. "Earthlings, you can have this wish. We'll wait for the next one!"

"Thank you, Great Elder," Bulma said with a smile.

"For the first wish, transfer Krillin and Son Goku's souls here."

Dende nodded, turned, and made the wish in Namekian.

A red light flashed in the divine dragon's eyes, and it spoke, "Krillin's soul has been transferred. Son Goku's soul cannot be transferred because he is not yet dead."

"Goku isn't dead!? Then why isn't he coming home!" Chi-Chi exclaimed loudly.

The others also began to discuss.

Master Roshi slapped his smooth head. "I know! He must be afraid of Chi-Chi!"

Chi-Chi: (〝▼皿▼)

Master Roshi: Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ

"Then let's revive Krillin first," Bulma frowned.

Dende made the second wish.

The divine dragon nodded, and a small figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

His shiny bald head gleamed exceptionally under the light.

This person was Krillin, still wearing a bewildered expression.

He was dressed in the uniform of a Frieza Force soldier.

Colloquially known by netizens as a 'shroud'.

"Uncle Krillin," Gohan called out happily.

"Krillin is revived again, it's good that he's back."

Krillin looked at the familiar faces before him and broke into a happy smile.

"Everyone... thank you all..."

His voice choked up for a moment.

"What are you crying about, big man? I look down on you!" Bulma rolled her eyes, but her expression was moved.

Jiang Ling said, "Third wish, bring Goku over."

"Right! That works too!"

"Yeah, maybe the reason Goku hasn't come back is because he didn't have transportation?"

"..."

Everyone agreed with this idea.

They hadn't thought of it before because they were too caught up in the situation, while outsiders could see clearly.

Dende then made the third wish.

"Bring Goku here."

The Dragon God was silent for a moment, as if communicating something.

Then it spoke.

"This wish cannot be granted. He himself refuses to be transferred, saying he will return when the time is right."

"Huh? Why..."

"Is he afraid to come back because of his wife?"

Master Roshi suddenly understood, looking as if he had grasped the truth of the matter.

"Are you looking for a beating!?" Chi-Chi glared at Master Roshi with a dangerous look.

"I was wrong..."

Master Roshi rubbed the bump on his head and meekly admitted defeat.

The Dragon God continued, "Goku is training on another planet and cannot return for now."

"So that's it!"

"No wonder, he's a training fanatic."

In the corner, Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

Damn it, Kakarot is still training non-stop even after becoming a Saiyan!

I will definitely become a Super Saiyan!!

Thinking this, Vegeta looked towards the spaceship recently replicated by Bulma's father, Dr. Brief, not far away.

He rushed in and started the spaceship.

Carrying Vegeta, the spaceship kicked up a blast of air and headed straight for outer space.

Watching the departing spaceship, the crowd shook their heads and paid it no mind.

They knew this Saiyan prince, always arrogant, must have been unable to bear the blow and needed some time alone.

"Looks like he's going to train on another planet," Jiang Ling muttered to himself.

His resolve to become stronger was once again solidified.

At the very least, he couldn't be weaker than Vegeta!

"For the third wish, let's revive Yamcha," Bulma pondered.

Dende conveyed this wish to the Dragon God in Namekian.

The Dragon God nodded, "Yamcha has been revived. All three wishes have been granted. Goodbye!"

Swish--

The Dragon God's figure disappeared, and the sky returned to clear.

The Dragon Balls also reverted to their spherical stone state.

"Didn't you say Yamcha was revived? Why haven't we seen him?" Krillin asked doubtfully.

The others also found it strange.

Bulma looked around, hoping to see that figure.

Hoping to see him apologize, hoping he would stop being a playboy, hoping...

"Yamcha's over there..." Jiang Ling said, crossing his arms and nodding his chin.

Everyone looked over.

On the street outside, Yamcha, looking like a pervert, was using his phone to ask a scantily clad beauty for her contact information.

The crowd: ...

Jiang Ling: ...

Bulma: ...

"Yamcha, let's break up, you're too much of a playboy!"

Bulma roared.

Yamcha heard this and immediately jumped three feet high.

"O-yeah, we finally broke up!! Woohoo!!"

Bulma: ...

Jiang Ling stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and consoled her, "Congratulations on being single again, let's have a party."

Soon, the party was underway, with the Namekians singing and dancing. Mrs. Brief, holding juice and drinks, mingled among the crowds.

Others were eating food at the tables, chatting.

Bulma lay on a lounge chair, a wine glass in her left hand, gently swaying it.

Her eyes gazed at the stars in the sky, lost in thought.

Jiang Ling noticed Bulma over there and, holding his wine glass, came to her side.

He said softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Bulma shook her head slightly, gave a bitter smile, and looked at the handsome Jiang Ling before her. At this moment, feeling down, she couldn't muster any interest.

"Love is like that..." Jiang Ling also looked up at the starry sky, his eyes like stars. "It has its ups and downs. Some people stay together for a lifetime."

"Some people change girlfriends more than ten times a week."

"I heard there's a novelist called 'Today's Words' who has ten wives, and none of them cause trouble because the author can satisfy them every day..."

Bulma turned her head to look at the young man in front of her and nodded slightly with gratitude.

"Thank you for your guidance."