Hello, I'm Bulma, and I'm 18 years old

Krillin shrank his neck back under her glare.

However, after speaking, Bulma suddenly noticed Soro looking at her, his gaze fixed upon her.

Her expression changed in an instant.

The corners of her eyes curved down, and her lips pursed into a gentle arc.

"It's alright." Bulma's voice turned soft, as if she were coaxing a child, "The Dragon Balls will bring them back to life."

Krillin: "..."

Krillin opened his mouth, his eyes wide and round.

That change of face was way too fast.

Krillin wiped his sweat in silence, the beads of perspiration on his forehead reflecting the light.

"That's not it, Bulma." Krillin asked with a serious face, his brows furrowed, "Hasn't Yamcha always been pursuing you? He died... how come I don't feel like you're sad at all?"

"What are you saying, Krillin?" Bulma stood with her hands on her hips, speaking to Krillin indignantly, her chin tilted slightly upward.

Her voice rose again.

"Him liking me is his own business! I'll emphasize this again: I don't like him at all! He's just not my type!"

"Got it..." Krillin scratched his head in embarrassment, rubbing his bald scalp.

Soro was slightly taken aback; he raised an eyebrow and looked at Bulma.

His gaze lingered on Bulma's face for two seconds.

How is this plot different from the one I'm familiar with?

Could it be that in this timeline, Bulma never got together with Yamcha?

The corners of Soro's mouth curled up slightly, then quickly returned to a neutral line.

"Let's head back first." Korin, who had been squatting to the side, suggested.

The group stepped onto the airship together.

Footsteps rang out with a rhythmic thudding on the metal ramp.

Soro did not move; he remained where he was, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the distant sky.

"Soro." Bulma leaned half her body out of the cabin door, flashing him a gentle smile.

She tilted her head to one side, trying her best to appear like a refined young lady.

"Come with us! Let's go to our place and have a good meal first! We have so much delicious food at home; you must be a big eater just like Goku, right?"

"A big turtle eater?"

Krillin stood behind Bulma, muttering to himself in a very low voice.

But Bulma heard him anyway.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma's face turned black instantly, and a vein pulsed on her forehead.

She glared at Krillin furiously, the flames in her eyes nearly erupting.

"Just a joke, don't be mad." Krillin hurriedly backed away several steps, waving his hands in front of him.

"Sure, thanks." Soro nodded and stepped onto the airship.

The airship's hatch closed with a dull thud.

The roar of the engines intensified.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the airship immediately lifted off, flying toward West City.

The scenery outside the window receded rapidly, and the buildings on the ground grew smaller and smaller.

Below, Yajirobe came running quickly from the distance, his footsteps hurried, the fat on his belly wobbling with every stride.

He waved his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hey, wait for me! I haven't gotten on the airship yet!"

His voice echoed across the empty wilderness.

However, the people on the airship seemed to have forgotten him entirely; no one noticed his presence at all.

The airship flew higher and higher, further and further away.

"Whoosh!"

The airship accelerated, its tail emitting a blue flame.

Under the setting sun, the airship left behind a brilliant streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

Yajirobe stood where he was, bending over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

He looked up at the direction where the airship had disappeared, his lips trembling.

"Those bastards..."

Inside the airship.

"Right, Korin." Krillin suddenly thought of something and turned his head to ask, "Did that guy Yajirobe not come to join the fight?"

"He said he would come..." Korin pondered, stroking his chin with a claw.

He paused.

"He probably got hungry on the way and went off to find a place to eat."

"It's better if he doesn't come." Krillin sighed and shook his head. "If he came, he'd likely just throw his life away."

"The main problem right now is..." Son Goku rubbed his chin, lost in thought, his brows furrowed. "Yamcha and Tien Shinhan can be revived using the Dragon Balls, but what about Chiaotzu?"

"Yeah." Krillin nodded sadly, his eyes turning slightly red. "Chiaotzu has already died once; there's no way to revive him again."

"This is a tough situation!" Bulma sighed along with them, crossing her arms.

"Soro." Krillin turned to ask Soro, "Did you also come to Earth because you heard about the Dragon Balls?"

"No." Soro shook his head, smiled slightly, and put his hands in his pockets. "I came specifically to fix Vegeta and Nappa."

"So that's how it is." Krillin nodded.

He paused and explained with a smile, "The Dragon Balls we were just talking about are something truly miraculous on Earth. As long as you gather all seven, you can have any wish granted!"

"I've heard of the Dragon Balls." Soro wore a smile, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "A long time ago, I saw it in an ancient text on Planet Vegeta. It's said to be a unique ability of the Namekians."

"Namekians?" Krillin was startled and immediately shifted his gaze to Piccolo.

Piccolo raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and kept his arms crossed with an expressionless face.

"That's right." Soro also looked at Piccolo and said with a smile, "This Piccolo here is a Namekian."

Piccolo: "..."

The corner of Piccolo's eye twitched slightly.

"I heard that Saiyan named Nappa say the same thing..." Krillin sighed, scratching his bald head. "So Piccolo is a Namekian! No wonder you're so strong."

Piccolo remained silent, his gaze shifting toward the window.

"I've basically understood what you all were saying just now." Soro looked around, his eyes scanning every face. "Before this, three people had already died in battle, right?"

"Ye... yes." Son Goku nodded, his expression turning heavy.

"This is my fault." Soro looked remorseful, sighed, and furrowed his brows. "I arrived on Earth too late! If I had come sooner, they wouldn't have had to die."

Hearing Soro say this and seeing him act so self-reproachful, Son Goku and the others were deeply moved.

Son Goku's eyes turned slightly red, and his lips trembled.

Krillin lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Although Piccolo remained expressionless, his gaze softened a little.

Soro really is a good person.

"However." Soro asked, looking at Krillin. "From what you're saying, it seems there is one person who cannot be revived?"

"Yes." Krillin's voice was low as he clenched his fists. "Shenron cannot revive someone who has already died once! We have a friend named Chiaotzu who was killed a long time ago... so there's no way to bring him back."

"Then go to Namek." Soro said calmly. "I've heard that Namek also has a Shenron. The dragon there might be able to revive your friend."