Perfect Body

There was a strange feeling that his thoughts had been seen through.

It made him a little uncomfortable.

Son Gohan had met the previous Grand Elder and had been fortunate enough to have his potential unlocked by him, so he remembered the old Grand Elder vividly.

Compared to his predecessor, Grand Elder Moori's abilities were somewhat inferior, but he was younger, and so his presence was more commanding.

But that was all.

Son Gohan had no reason to fear him.

The overwhelming power within him was the source of his confidence.

Son Gohan smiled. "Sorry for the trouble, Grand Elder."

Looking at Son Gohan, Grand Elder Moori thought of the mushroom-haired boy from more than ten years ago. "Heh, it's no trouble at all. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Mr. Gohan, you've changed so much. What happened to your hand?"

Son Gohan replied, "I'm sorry to show you this, Grand Elder. I lost my hand a few years ago when I met a formidable enemy and couldn't defeat him. He tore it off."

"I came to Namek this time hoping to use the Dragon Balls to restore my arm."

Grand Elder Moori said, "Oh, that's a simple matter. Porunga can restore your arm in an instant, Mr. Gohan. Has that powerful enemy been defeated?"

"Thanks to you, Grand Elder, he's already been eliminated," Son Gohan said with a smile.

"Oh, it seems a lot has happened on Earth," Grand Elder Moori remarked.

As they chatted, they learned from each other how Earth and Namek had changed over the past few years.

Compared to the upheaval on Earth, Namek had remained much the same for a decade, passing those years in peace and happiness.

A short while later, several more energy signatures drew near.

A few Namekians descended from the sky, bringing the Dragon Balls.

Among the young men who had brought them, one young Namekian accompanying them caught Son Gohan's attention.

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

Most striking were his bright, lively eyes.

The young Namekian was also studying Son Gohan.

Then, they spoke at the same time.

"Are you Dende?"

"Are you Gohan?"

They both froze, then scratched their heads and burst out laughing.

They recognized each other at once: childhood friends from long ago.

Dende ran over to Son Gohan, his face beaming with happiness. But when he saw Son Gohan's missing arm, his brow furrowed.

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

"Heh, as you can see, it got cut off. No big deal," Son Gohan said easily, as if it wasn't his own arm that was missing.

Dende said, "If only you had the same ability as us Namekians to regenerate lost limbs."

"Yeah. That's why I came here—to use Porunga's power to restore my arm," Son Gohan replied honestly.

"Great, then I can help you with that," Dende said with a smile.

Summoning Namek's dragon was different from summoning Earth's dragon.

To summon Namek's dragon, and to make a wish, one had to speak Namekian Language, which Son Gohan didn't know.

Dende meant that he could summon the dragon for Son Gohan and translate his wish.

"Okay, thanks," Son Gohan said with a nod.

Seven orange Dragon Balls, each as big as a basketball, lay neatly arranged on the grass, gleaming with a mysterious light.

The Namekians who had brought them went to stand behind Grand Elder Moori, saying nothing.

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

"Yes, Grand Elder." Dende nodded respectfully, then walked in front of the seven Dragon Balls. He spread his fingers and held both hands over them.

Then he called out loudly in Namekian Language, "Come forth, Porunga, and grant my wish!"

As soon as Dende finished speaking,

the ever-sunny Namek was plunged into darkness.

Black clouds covered the entire planet.

Crack! Golden lightning flashed through the clouds.

A moment later, rolling thunder filled the sky.

Arcs of electricity flickered across all seven Dragon Balls on the ground, and then they burst into dazzling golden light.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, until it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Soon, a thick beam of light shot into the sky, piercing the black clouds.

After breaking through the clouds, the golden beam spiraled through the air and gathered itself together.

In just a few breaths, the beam of golden light had transformed into a gigantic Western dragon.

The dragon crouched among the clouds, its body over a hundred meters long and its scales gleaming. It looked fearsome and majestic.

Namek's dragon was several times larger than Earth's.

It also bore some resemblance to the genie from Aladdin's lamp.

But Son Gohan thought Earth's dragon looked much cooler.

After all, a Western dragon looked like an oversized lizard, which didn't really fit Eastern tastes.

The dragon lowered its head from the clouds. Its eyes, each as large as a house, glowed bloodred, and its voice, echoing through the sky, boomed, "Humans who summoned me, state your wishes. I can grant three wishes..."

Just as Son Gohan remembered.

Namek's dragon could grant three wishes.

What was more, after the Frieza incident, the Grand Elder had upgraded the Dragon Balls.

The dragon had always been able to grant three wishes, but if someone wanted to bring people back to life, each wish could only revive one person.

After the upgrade, that restriction was gone.

Dende turned to Son Gohan and asked, "Gohan, should your first wish be to restore your arm?"

Son Gohan shook his head. "No. Have the dragon restore my body to its most perfect condition."

Just restoring his arm? No way.

He had to make the most of his wishes.

"All right." Dende nodded, then looked up at the enormous dragon and spoke a few words in Namekian Language.

"That's simple," the dragon rumbled, its eyes flashing red.

Immediately, Son Gohan felt his body begin to change.

First, the scars on his face vanished. Then, a tingling sensation spread through his left shoulder, and a complete arm grew out of thin air.

Son Gohan was overjoyed.

He moved his left arm and clenched his fist. His knuckles cracked like popping beans as he felt the surging power within.

The new arm felt completely natural. Perfect.

The hidden injuries he had accumulated through years of battle were healed as well.

The contours of his face shifted slightly, making Son Gohan look even more handsome.

His height, previously 176 centimeters, increased by another ten centimeters, reaching 186.

A furry tail grew out at the same time, swaying in the breeze.

His weight increased by more than twenty kilograms.

At that moment, Son Gohan's body had reached its most perfect state. Namek's dragon truly lived up to its reputation.

Son Gohan clenched his fist, and a powerful aura burst from his body, enveloping him in golden flames.

A surging gale of energy swept outward.

All the Namekians around them were stunned, feeling as if an ancient beast had awakened before them.

A drop of sweat as big as a fist slid down the dragon's forehead.

That was terrifying! Truly terrifying!

What an incredible aura.

It was far too frightening.

The dragon in the sky hesitated, then rumbled again.

"Y-your first wish has been granted. State your second wish."

Dende turned to Son Gohan, who was radiating power like a Golden War God.

Son Gohan reined in his aura and thought for a moment. "My second wish is to give me regeneration and recovery abilities as powerful as Majin Buu's."

"All right." Dende nodded and spoke to the dragon again in Namekian Language.

The dragon's eyes flashed red, and it granted Son Gohan's wish.

Unlike the previous wish, this one caused no noticeable change in Son Gohan's body.

But he knew he had acquired regeneration and recovery abilities like Majin Buu's.

In an instant, he felt far safer.