Creation

"You!"

King Piccolo glared at Sun Wukong in fury; never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would die at the hands of a human child.

"Ki... King Piccolo!"

Pilaf and his cohorts were struck with sheer terror at the sight.

Piano, in particular, King Piccolo's subordinate, knew that with his master dead, there was no path left for his own survival.

"Da... damn it!"

At this moment, King Piccolo was not yet dead, still clinging to his final breath.

"King Piccolo, are you alright?"

Pilaf asked with concern.

King Piccolo did not speak, his body swaying as he walked toward the exit.

Once outside, King Piccolo opened his mouth and spat out a massive white egg, which soared off into the distance.

"Piccolo, you must remember to avenge your father!"

Having said this, King Piccolo collapsed to the ground and died.

"Ki... King Piccolo!"

Pilaf and the others, who had followed him out, turned deathly pale with fright.

Just then, they suddenly realized that Sun Wukong and his companions, who had been trailing them, had vanished.

"Mai, where did Sun... Sun Wukong and the others go?"

"I... I don't know!"

Mai shook her head.

Afterward, the four of them returned to their aircraft, only breathing a sigh of relief once they were certain Sun Wukong and his group had left.

"It seems their target wasn't us after all!"

Piano: "Indeed, I never expected that I would still be alive!"

"I imagine he must have thought your strength was too pathetic to be worth the effort of killing you," Shu added, twisting the knife.

"What did you say!"

Piano roared in anger.

"Hmm!"

The three of them turned in unison to glare at Piano.

Previously, Piano had King Piccolo to back him up, but now, they had no reason to fear him.

Seeing this, Piano immediately shut his mouth.

"Heh heh!"

At this moment, a sinister smirk suddenly appeared on Pilaf's face.

Shu and Mai looked on, then began to smirk just as wickedly.

"Wha... what are you trying to do?"

Bang!

Pilaf kicked out hard with his right foot, sending Piano tumbling off the aircraft.

"Wheee..."

Piano plummeted, crashing into a large tree.

High in the azure sky, a monster was currently flying forward at great speed.

This monster was none other than Cymbal, a subordinate of King Piccolo.

Suddenly, two figures appeared directly in his path.

These two were Sun Wukong and Android 8.

Seeing the two figures suddenly materialize, Cymbal came to a swift halt.

Just as he prepared to demand their identities, Sun Wukong's right hand suddenly fired a blast of energy.

Before Cymbal's body could even react, he was obliterated by the incoming energy wave.

After witnessing this, Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission to bring Android 8 back to Bulma's house.

"Wukong, have you finished what you needed to do?"

"Mm!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Since that's the case, how about you come with me to West City for a bit?"

"What about Android 8?"

Bulma glanced at Android 8, the third wheel, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

"Goku, you two go ahead! I want to take a walk around this yard!"

Android 8 spoke.

Hearing this, Bulma's impression of Android 8 immediately improved.

Sun Wukong looked at Android 8.

"It's fine, you two go ahead!"

"Then you stay in the yard?"

"Mhm!"

"Then Goku, let's go!"

Bulma said to Sun Wukong with a smile.

"Okay!"

Afterward, the two walked out of the yard and arrived at Bulma's doorstep.

Bulma opened a Hoi-Poi Capsule for a car and threw it onto the road ahead.

With a puff of white smoke, a blue convertible flying car appeared on the ground.

Bulma opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Sun Wukong also got in and sat in the passenger seat.

Bulma stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

About ten minutes later, Bulma drove to a nearby mall and bought Sun Wukong some casual clothes.

Among them were a few sets of matching couple's outfits.

Sun Wukong obviously couldn't wear these clothes, but Bulma insisted on buying them, so he couldn't do anything about it.

After buying the clothes, it was getting late, so Bulma took Sun Wukong to a nearby restaurant for a meal.

Android 8 was a robot and didn't need to eat, so Sun Wukong didn't go back to bring him along.

After the meal, Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission to take Bulma back to her house.

Android 8: "Goku, you're back!"

"Mhm!"

"Goku, were you two on a date?"

Mrs. Brief asked with a smile.

"No, Bulma and I were just out for a walk and bought some clothes!"

"Is that so!"

Mrs. Brief was slightly disappointed.

"By the way, Bulma, Android 8 has a bomb inside his body. Can you help him remove it?"

"A... bomb!"

Bulma was startled.

"Sun Wukong, how did you know I have a bomb in my body?"

"That old white-haired man told me!"

"Are you talking about General White?"

"I think so!"

"Okay!"

After thinking for a moment, Bulma agreed.

Seeing this, Android 8 looked at Sun Wukong with a moved expression.

In the afternoon, with Dr. Brief's help, Bulma successfully removed the bomb from Android 8's body.

"Thank you!"

Android 8 thanked the two of them.

"It's nothing, after all, you're Goku's friend!"

Bulma's backyard.

Sun Wukong was currently thinking about what wish to make with the Dragon Balls in the Dragon Ball System.

"System, I want to make a wish!"

"Very well, Master. What is your wish?"

"For my first wish, I want to possess the same healing abilities as a Namekian!"

"Very well!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a vast amount of memories regarding Namekian healing techniques flooded into Sun Wukong's mind.

"Master, your first wish has been granted!"

"Mm!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"My second wish is to learn Fortune Teller Baba's divination arts!"

"Very well!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a vast amount of memories regarding divination arts flooded into Sun Wukong's mind.

"Master, your second wish has been granted!"

"Good. My third wish is to possess the God of Destruction's ability to create objects!"

"Very well!"

"Master, your wish has been granted!"

"It's done?"

"Yes. If you do not believe it, Master, you may try creating a sword!"

"How do I create it?"

"You only need to visualize the design of the sword in your mind, then confirm that you wish to bring it into existence!"

"Is that so!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately visualized the Turtle School martial arts uniform he was currently wearing, then mentally changed the "Turtle" character on it to the "Wu" character.

Poof!

As soon as Sun Wukong finished his visualization, an orange martial arts uniform appeared, featuring a large "Wu" character emblazoned upon it.

"It worked!"

Just then, Bulma walked out accompanied by Android 8.

"Wukong!"

"Android 8, Bulma!"

Bulma nodded, then looked at the uniform in Sun Wukong's hands.

"What is this uniform?"