Perfect Physique

It felt as if he were being seen right through.

There was a slight sense of discomfort.

Son Gohan had met the previous Grand Elder and had the good fortune of having his potential unlocked by him, so his memory of the former Grand Elder was very deep.

Compared to his predecessor, Grand Elder Moori's abilities were perhaps not quite as great, but he had the advantage of youth, making his presence feel sharper.

But that was all there was to it.

Son Gohan had no reason to fear him.

The incomparably tyrannical power within his body was the source of his confidence.

Son Gohan smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Grand Elder."

Looking at Son Gohan, Grand Elder Moori thought of the mushroom-haired boy from over a decade ago and said, "Hehe, no trouble at all, no trouble. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Mr. Gohan, you have changed so much. And your hand... what happened?"

Son Gohan replied, "Please don't mind it, Grand Elder. My hand was torn off by a formidable enemy several years ago when I was unable to defeat him."

"I came to Namek this time specifically to seek the help of the Eternal Dragon to restore this arm."

Grand Elder Moori said, "Oh, that is a minor issue. Porunga can restore Mr. Gohan's arm in an instant. Has that powerful enemy been defeated now?"

"Thanks to your blessing, Grand Elder, he has already been eliminated," Son Gohan smiled.

"Oh, it seems many things have happened on Earth," Grand Elder Moori sighed with emotion.

The two chatted, learning from each other about the changes that had occurred on Earth and Namek over the past few years.

Compared to the ups and downs on Earth, Namek could be said to have remained the same for a decade, passing these ten-plus years in peace and happiness.

After a while, several more auras approached.

A few Namekians descended from the sky; they had come to deliver the Dragon Balls.

Aside from the young men delivering the Dragon Balls, one accompanying young Namekian caught Son Gohan's attention.

The young Namekian was tall and slender, though not particularly muscular.

What was most striking were his bright, spirited eyes, which were both lively and clear.

At this moment, the young Namekian was also sizing up Son Gohan.

Then, both of them spoke at the same time.

"Are you Dende?"

"Are you Gohan?"

After speaking, both were stunned for a moment, then they each scratched their heads and burst into laughter.

A glance was enough to confirm: it was their childhood friend from memory.

Dende ran toward Son Gohan with a joyful expression on his face, but his brow furrowed the moment he saw Son Gohan's severed arm.

"Gohan, what happened to your arm?" Dende asked, looking at the stump.

"Hehe, as you can see, it got cut off. It's a small matter," Son Gohan said with a relaxed smile, as if the severed arm didn't belong to him.

Dende said, "If only you had the ability to regenerate limbs like us Namekians, Gohan."

"Exactly, that's why I came here this time—to borrow the power of Porunga to restore my arm," Son Gohan said truthfully.

"That's great, I can help you with that," Dende smiled.

Summoning the Namekian Eternal Dragon was different from summoning the Earth's Shenron.

Summoning the Namekian dragon required the Namekian language, and making a wish also required the Namekian language, which Son Gohan did not know.

Therefore, Dende meant that he could help him summon the dragon and translate his wish.

"Yes, okay, thank you," Son Gohan nodded.

Seven orange Dragon Balls, each the size of a basketball, were stacked neatly on the grass, emitting a mysterious luster.

The few Namekians who had brought the Dragon Balls stood behind Grand Elder Moori, remaining silent.

Grand Elder Moori looked at Dende and said gently, "Dende, go ahead and summon Porunga."

"Yes, Grand Elder," Dende nodded respectfully, then walked to the front of the seven Dragon Balls, stretched out his hands, spread his fingers, and covered the top of the spheres.

Immediately after, he shouted loudly in the Namekian language: "Come forth, Porunga, and grant my wish!"

As Dende's voice fell.

Namek, which never had a night, instantly turned pitch black.

The entire planet was shrouded in dark clouds.

"Crack!" Within the black clouds, streaks of golden lightning flashed.

This was immediately followed by a low, rumbling thunder.

The seven Dragon Balls on the ground simultaneously flashed with arcs of electricity, then erupted with a brilliant golden light.

The golden light grew increasingly intense, making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Soon, a thick pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds above.

The golden pillar of light pierced through the dark clouds, spiraling high into the sky before condensing.

In just a few breaths, the golden pillar transformed into a massive Western-style dragon.

This dragon crouched upon the clouds, its body stretching over 100 meters in length, its scales shimmering with a brilliant luster that appeared incredibly majestic and extraordinary.

Compared to the Earth's Shenron, the Namekian Dragon was several times larger.

It also bore a slight resemblance to the Genie from Aladdin's lamp.

However, Son Gohan felt that the appearance of Earth's Shenron was far more handsome than the one before him.

After all, a Western dragon looked just like an oversized lizard, which really didn't align with Eastern aesthetics.

The dragon lowered its head from the clouds, its two eyes—each comparable to a house—flashing with a blood-red light as a voice with a built-in echo effect resounded across the sky: "Humans who have summoned me, state your wishes. I can grant you three wishes..."

As expected, it was just as Son Gohan remembered.

The Namekian Dragon was capable of granting three wishes.

Not only that, but after the Frieza incident, the Grand Elder had upgraded and iterated upon the Dragon Balls.

Although the previous dragon could grant three wishes, if it were used to resurrect people, each wish could only bring back one person.

But after the upgrade, the current dragon no longer had that limitation.

Dende turned back to look at Son Gohan and asked, "Gohan, is the first wish to restore your arm?"

Son Gohan shook his head and said, "No, have the dragon restore my body to its most perfect state."

Just fix a severed arm? What a joke.

One must utilize wishes perfectly.

"Understood." Dende nodded, then looked up at the massive dragon and spoke a string of rapid-fire Namekian.

"This is simple."

The dragon rumbled, its eyes flashing with red light.

Immediately, Son Gohan felt his body begin to change.

First, the scars on his face vanished, then a tingling sensation spread from his left shoulder as a complete left arm grew out of thin air.

Son Gohan felt a surge of pleasant surprise.

He flexed his left arm and clenched his fist, his knuckles popping like roasted beans as he felt the surging power within.

This newly grown arm felt completely natural; it was perfect.

Following that, the hidden injuries accumulated from years of combat were also healed.

His facial contours were slightly adjusted as well, and now Son Gohan looked even more handsome and dashing.

His original height of 176cm increased by another 10cm, reaching 186cm.

A furry tail also sprouted, swaying in the wind.

His body weight increased by over 20 kilograms.

At this very moment, Son Gohan's body had reached its most perfect state; the Namekian Dragon truly lived up to its reputation.

Son Gohan clenched his fists, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, golden flames wrapping around him entirely.

A surging, violent wave of energy swept outward.

All the Namekians nearby were startled, feeling as if an ancient beast had awakened before their eyes.

A bead of sweat the size of a fist dripped from the dragon's forehead.

Scary, it was truly too scary for a dragon.

What a formidable aura this was.

It was too terrifying.

The dragon in the sky hesitated for a moment before speaking again with a rumble.

"The, the first wish has been completed. State your second wish."

Dende looked once more at Son Gohan, who stood like a golden god of war, displaying his immense power.

Son Gohan reined in his aura, thought for a moment, and said, "The second wish is to grant me super-regeneration and recovery abilities similar to those of Majin Buu."

"Mm, alright." Dende nodded and spoke another phrase in Namekian to the dragon.

The dragon's eyes flashed with red light, and once again, Son Gohan's wish was fulfilled.

Compared to the changes from the previous wish, Son Gohan didn't even feel any physical difference with this one.

But he knew that the super-regeneration and recovery abilities similar to Majin Buu's were now his.

In that instant, his sense of security soared.