Temporary Separation

A beam of light pierced the heart of the evil Son Goku.

Everyone looked up, gazing toward the sky.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura existed there; because it was so weak, it had failed to attract anyone's attention.

A figure covered in high-tech iron armor, with a hand cannon mounted on its arm, was floating there.

"There's another one!"

The next moment, the hand cannon recharged, aiming at...

"Wukong!!"

Caught completely off guard, Son Wukong was struck by the blast, her body also being pierced through.

Because she had subconsciously shifted her body, the shot didn't pierce Son Wukong's heart, but it did leave a hole in her lung.

"You... damn bastard!!"

Zhang Wutian was consumed by rage. He surged into the sky and slammed a fist into the armored figure's abdomen.

Something that appeared to be a shield flickered, slightly hindering Zhang Wutian's fist before shattering like glass. The iron armor shattered along with it; because of those two layers of defense, Zhang Wutian, who held nothing back, only managed to avoid cutting the opponent in two with that hate-filled strike.

"Go to hell!!" Immediately following, Zhang Wutian swung his leg, slamming his heel downward.

The armored figure, already suffering from a power system failure due to the damaged armor, plummeted to the ground. It bounced once upon impact and then lay still.

After doing all this, Zhang Wutian hurried to Son Wukong's side and fed her a Senzu Bean.

Son Wukong, who had been in great pain, regained her steady breathing, and Krillin and Tien Shinhan, who had been equally tense nearby, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn't just concern for Son Wukong; they were clearly thinking of much more...

"Who exactly is this? Why attack Wukong?"

Looking at the armored figure lying on the ground, seemingly still breathing, Zhang Wutian walked up with a stern face and removed the opponent's mask.

Although the thing was tightly locked onto the armor as if they were one, it could not withstand Zhang Wutian's violent dismantling.

Heaven knows if it was the effect of Zhang Wutian's brute force or if the armored figure simply couldn't bear the pain of having its neck stretched, but in any case, the helmet was pried open, revealing the face within.

"Dr. Brief?" Krillin exclaimed in surprise.

It was Miss Bulma's father, the genius Dr. Brief.

"Why did you attack my Wukong? If attacking that guy was understandable, what was the point of the follow-up attack?"

Lying on the ground, dying, Dr. Brief spoke: "Monster! She is a monster too!"

"Damn it! Resting, Bulma, I couldn't avenge you..."

"Isn't he Miss Bulma's father? Why did he attack me?" Having eaten the Senzu Bean and returned to normal, Son Wukong came to Zhang Wutian's side, clutching the hole in her chest, seemingly unable to understand what had just happened.

"No, he isn't the person we know, but a madman consumed by vengeance. A poor, unlucky wretch. Hmph, what a tragic world."

Having won against his biggest goal since arriving in this world, Zhang Wutian's mood felt increasingly heavy. If he connected everything together, and if his guess was correct, then everything that had happened in this world was truly pathetic.

And all the tragedy stemmed from that initial encounter between the boy in the mountains and the girl from the city.

"Let's go." Taking one last look at Dr. Brief, who lay on the ground—incapacitated but seemingly not dying just yet—Zhang Wutian beckoned to Son Wukong.

"Where are you two going?" Krillin asked.

"Don't worry, we won't go back on our word. After we collect the seven Dragon Balls in the other world, we will return here to make our wish."

He paused, then added: "Or are you planning to make us leave the two Dragon Balls we brought as collateral? To allow us to leave?"

"No, of course not!" Krillin shook his head repeatedly, then stepped forward and said sincerely to Zhang Wutian: "But... we are friends, right?"

Hearing Krillin's words, Zhang Wutian froze. He took a deep breath and said: "Sorry, I was furious just now and said some terrible things. Don't take it to heart."

"You're right, we are friends." Saying that, Zhang Wutian reached out and shook hands with Krillin, then offered a fist bump to Tien Shinhan nearby.

The two didn't speak, simply bumping their fists together.

"See you later, then." Zhang Wutian took Son Wukong's hand, and the latter waved while saying to Krillin: "Now I finally understand, you are Krillin, the grown-up Krillin."

"So you weren't playing dumb before?!" Krillin was dumbfounded: "I thought that was just a daily comedy routine."

"That's why my Wukong is such an honest child. Without a father watching over her, I'm really worried she'll be deceived by someone."

"I'm not your daughter, I'm your wife!!"

"Heh..." Watching their daily bickering, not only Krillin but even the usually stern Tien Shinhan couldn't help but laugh.

"Krillin, Tien Shinhan, next time we'll have a real match!" Son Wukong said to the two.

"Same here." Zhang Wutian also waved at them.

"Yeah, looking forward to seeing you again." Krillin and Tien Shinhan waved back at them.

The next moment, a black hole formed behind the pair, swallowing Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong.

The black hole turned into a thin line and finally vanished before Krillin and Tien Shinhan.

Watching them leave, Krillin put away his smile and said to Tien Shinhan: "The most troublesome part comes next. That guy Zhang Wutian is indeed sharp; he slipped away decisively, leaving the biggest headache for us to deal with."

"This was originally an internal matter of our world. As visitors from another world, Zhang Wutian had no obligation to interfere."

Clearly, the boss who had been suppressing the entire world was defeated, but the real problems were only just beginning: the ambitious Red Ribbon Army, the ordinary citizens who refused to be shackled by the Red Ribbon Army once the crisis had passed, the wild ambitions of Dr. Gero, and the Dragon Balls that would appear in the future capable of granting any wish—trouble was only just getting started.

But none of this had anything to do with Zhang Wutian. Whether Krillin and Tien Shinhan crushed the Red Ribbon Army or Dr. Gero reigned supreme over the world, it was all irrelevant to the Zhang Wutian of another world.

Holding Son Wukong's hand, Zhang Wutian returned to the world that belonged to them.

Upon returning to their original world, Zhang Wutian was suddenly stunned.

The surrounding environment left him feeling bewildered.

"Where did Penguin Village go?"

"It's true, the village is gone!"

The two of them appeared in a valley not far from the coastline, yet Penguin Village, which had previously existed there, was nowhere to be seen.

"Did we go to the wrong place?" Son Wukong asked the person beside her.

"No, there shouldn't be any mistake. Although I don't use it often, ever since I gained control over that space, manipulating it has become as easy as moving my own limbs. I couldn't possibly be wrong about this."

"Then what exactly is going on? The village was right here before, and I even made friends with the people there. Did they all move away?" Even Zhang Wutian couldn't figure it out, and naturally, Son Wukong was even more at a loss.

Just ten steps behind the two, an effeminate man dressed in strange attire floated in mid-air, watching the confused pair with a smile.

Despite having learned how to sense ki, neither Zhang Wutian nor Son Wukong had been able to detect that another person was present at such a close distance.

"Parts of the worlds have fused together. While leaving them be wouldn't cause any problems, since I've seen it, it's only natural to restore them to their original state. That is, after all, the duty of a god. Oh, ho ho ho..."

Taking an interested look at Zhang Wutian, who was standing there in a daze alongside Son Wukong, the effeminate fellow quietly vanished from behind them the next moment.

From beginning to end, no one had ever noticed his presence.

Bulma's mom doesn't have a name, so I made one up.

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