Yamcha Is Revived

A gigantic figure shot out of the Dragon Balls and transformed in midair into a dragon with two mighty arms!

"Warriors who gathered the seven Dragon Balls, I will grant your wish to the best of my ability!" the dragon said impassively.

At that moment, Great Elder Moori stepped forward. "Earthlings, you can have this wish. We can wait until next time!"

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

"For the first wish, let's bring Krillin and Goku's souls over here."

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

A red light flashed in the dragon's eyes. "Krillin's soul has been transferred. Goku's soul cannot be transferred because he isn't dead."

"Goku isn't dead!? Then why hasn't he come home?"

Chi-Chi shouted.

The others started discussing it, too.

Master Roshi slapped his shiny bald head. "I get it! He must be afraid of Chi-Chi!"

Chi-Chi: (〝▼皿▼)

Master Roshi: Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ

"Then let's revive Krillin first," Bulma said, frowning.

Dende made the second wish.

The dragon nodded, and a short figure appeared before them.

The light glinting off his shiny bald head was blinding.

It was Krillin, and he still looked bewildered.

He was wearing the uniform of a Frieza Force soldier.

What netizens called a "burial shroud."

"Uncle Krillin!"

Gohan cried out happily.

"Krillin's alive again. That's what matters—he's back."

Krillin looked at all the familiar faces before him and smiled happily.

"Everyone... thank you..."

His voice caught in his throat.

"You're a grown man. What are you crying for? I can't respect you!" Bulma rolled her eyes, though her expression was touched.

Jiang Ling spoke up. "For the third wish, bring Goku over here."

"Oh, right! That could work!"

"True. Maybe Goku hasn't come back because he has no way to get here?"

"..."

Everyone agreed with the idea.

They hadn't thought of it before because they were too close to the problem to see the obvious solution.

Dende made the third wish.

"Bring Goku here."

The dragon fell silent for a moment, as if communicating with someone.

Then he spoke.

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

"Huh? Why..."

"Could he be afraid of his wife and too scared to come home?"

Master Roshi suddenly looked enlightened, as if he'd seen the truth of the matter.

"You asking for a beating!?" Chi-Chi glared at Master Roshi menacingly.

"I'm sorry..."

Master Roshi touched the bump on his head and meekly backed down.

The dragon continued, "Goku is training on another planet and can't return for now."

"I see!"

"No wonder. He's a training maniac."

In the corner, Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

Damn it, Kakarot had become a Saiyan, yet he still trained without stopping!

I'll become a Super Saiyan!!

Thinking this, Vegeta looked toward the spaceship not far away, the latest model Dr. Brief had built for Bulma's father.

He rushed inside and started it up.

The spaceship carried Vegeta away, kicking up a gust of wind as it headed into space.

The others watched it leave and shook their heads, paying it no mind.

They knew the Saiyan Prince was always arrogant. He must have taken the setback hard and wanted some time alone.

"Looks like he's heading off to train on another planet," Jiang Ling murmured.

He was once again determined to grow stronger.

At the very least, he couldn't let his strength fall behind Vegeta's!

"Let's use the third wish to revive Yamcha," Bulma said thoughtfully.

Dende relayed the wish to the dragon in Namekian Language.

The dragon nodded. "Yamcha has been revived. Your three wishes have been granted. Farewell!"

With a whoosh—

The dragon vanished, and the sky cleared.

The Dragon Balls turned back into ordinary stone spheres.

"Didn't it say Yamcha was revived? Why can't I see him?" Krillin asked in confusion.

The others found it strange, too.

Bulma looked around, hoping to see him.

Hoping he would apologize to her, hoping he would stop womanizing, hoping...

"Yamcha's over there..." Jiang Ling said, folding his arms and nodding toward the street.

Everyone looked over.

On the street outside, Yamcha was acting like a lovesick fool, asking a scantily dressed beauty for her contact information.

Everyone: ...

Jiang Ling: ...

Bulma: ...

"Yamcha, we're breaking up! You're too much of a womanizer!" Bulma yelled.

When Yamcha heard her, he jumped for joy.

"Oh yeah, we're finally broken up!! Woohoo!!"

Bulma: ...

Jiang Ling stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and comforted her. "Let's celebrate your return to being single with a party."

Soon, the party was underway. The Namekians sang and danced, while Mrs. Brief carried juice and drinks around among the guests.

The others ate and chatted around the dining table.

Bulma lay back on a deck chair, holding a glass in her left hand and gently swirling it.

She gazed at the stars, lost in thought.

Jiang Ling noticed Bulma over there and went to her with a glass in hand.

He spoke softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Bulma shook her head slightly and gave a bitter smile. Looking at the handsome Jiang Ling in front of her, she found that even he couldn't lift her spirits.

"That's how love is..." Jiang Ling gazed up at the starry sky, his eyes gleaming like stars. "There are ups and downs. Some people stay together for a lifetime."

"Others go through more than a dozen girlfriends in a week."

"I heard there's a novelist called 'Today's Words.' He has ten wives, and none of them fight, because he can satisfy them all every day..."

Bulma turned her head to look at the young man, then nodded slightly, grateful.

"Thank you for talking me through it."