Friends Need to Keep in Touch to Deepen Their Friendship

Friends Need to Keep in Touch to Deepen Their Friendship

Commander Red was dead.

Just like in the original story, the poor bastard had been killed by the adjutant he trusted most.

His declaration, "Even if every member of the Red Ribbon Army dies, I'll fight you to the bitter end!" seemed to have rubbed someone the wrong way.

So he was killed.

Blood continued to drip from his palm. Officer Black, the tall Black man who had once stood beside Commander Red, stepped forward and said to Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, "The leader of the Red Ribbon Army must put the army's interests first. Anyone who sacrifices the Red Ribbon Army's future for personal gain has no right to remain our leader."

Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong weren't bloodthirsty, but neither were they strangers to bloodshed. Calmly looking at Officer Black, whose hand was still stained with blood, Zhang Wutian asked, "So, are you the one I'm negotiating with now?"

"That's right," Officer Black replied.

"But I don't want to talk to you." Zhang Wutian looked at him and said, "I have no interest in speaking with a puppet. You should show yourself now, Dr. Gero."

In fact, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong had already noticed something wrong with Officer Black. He had no human aura. To the two of them, who had encountered androids in another world, the anomaly was obvious.

"Oh? You know who I am? How unexpected. That's beyond my calculations." After a moment of silence, the large screen on the wall lit up, revealing this world's Dr. Gero, who looked much like his counterpart from the other world.

"Plenty of things are beyond your calculations, the real mastermind behind the Red Ribbon Army. You don't mind if I take the Dragon Balls, do you?"

"The Dragon Balls, said to be able to grant any wish? Unfortunately, I have no need of them!"

Dr. Gero replied confidently, "For my research, such a magical item is meaningless. It might even get in the way. A result achieved by skipping the process is meaningless. My research must be accomplished through my own intelligence and hard work. So you may take the Dragon Balls, but don't destroy my Red Ribbon Army. They're a convenient asset for my research."

"So the Red Ribbon Army is really an organization that runs errands and raises funds for your research?"

"That's right." Dr. Gero nodded. He glanced at Commander Red, lying on the ground, and said coldly, "The technology wasn't mature enough back then to create a suitable android, so I put that man in charge for convenience. But he seems to have developed unnecessary ambitions, so it's time for a change."

"So androids will lead the Red Ribbon Army from now on..." Zhang Wutian said with a sigh. "Very well. In light of the fact that we once fought alongside each other, I won't attack you as long as the Red Ribbon Army stops harming civilians."

"Agreed. I have no interest in ruling the world. I only want to conduct my research in peace, and I can accept your terms."

The negotiations were settled. Zhang Wutian took three Dragon Balls and prepared to leave.

Just then, Dr. Gero asked another question. "You said you once fought alongside the Red Ribbon Army, but my records contain no mention of that. When did it happen?"

"Not long ago." Zhang Wutian gave the screen a thumbs-up.

"In another world."

Without paying any further attention to the puzzled Dr. Gero, Zhang Wutian left the Red Ribbon Army headquarters with the three Dragon Balls and called Master Roshi.

"Fortuneteller Baba? This is Zhang Wutian. I'd like to ask for your help."

As he spoke, Zhang Wutian began asking about Master Roshi's older sister, Fortuneteller Baba.

Master Roshi laughed on the other end of the phone. "So you've heard the stories about my sister. If you have a problem, go to Fortuneteller Baba. Are you having trouble finding the Dragon Balls?"

"Just a small problem," Zhang Wutian replied.

"Since you know about my sister, do you know the two ways to get an answer?"

"Pay a large sum of money, or fight?" Zhang Wutian said. "It's not that I can't afford it, but fighting sounds more fun, so I'll choose that."

"Wukong's with you, isn't she? But two people won't be enough." Unaware of what had happened in the other world, and with no idea that Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong had already mastered powerful techniques, Master Roshi said over the phone, "Have Yamcha and Krillin come along. It'll be good training for them."

Zhang Wutian said that was fine. Friends had to spend time together, or their relationships would grow distant.

And so, they began arranging a big get-together. Everyone decided to meet in West City, and because of Yamcha, Bulma ended up joining them too.

Bulma, Master Roshi, Yamcha, Krillin, Oolong, Puar, along with Son Wukong and Zhang Wutian, gathered at Zhang Wutian's home in West City.

"Miss Bulma, it seems you've been teaching Wukong a lot of useless things." Facing Bulma, who had come over to visit, Zhang Wutian spoke with displeasure.

"What do you mean, useless things? Wukong's just too honest, which is why a perverted lolicon like you can bully her!" Bulma pulled Son Wukong into her arms and glared back at Zhang Wutian. Son Wukong tried to explain, "Zhang Wutian doesn't bully me. He's really nice to me."

"You men just want girls to be a little stupid and easy to fool. My Wukong is so adorable. I won't let you get your way!"

Like a big sister protecting her naive little sister, Bulma faced off against Zhang Wutian with righteous indignation. Then she leaned close to Son Wukong and whispered to her, asking things like, "Has that pervert ever touched your chest? Has he kissed you? What? You kissed him first? Don't tell me you've even done that!!"

What she was saying was so filthy that Zhang Wutian couldn't bear to listen, but butting into a conversation between close girlfriends would have been even more pathetic. So all he could do was walk away with a bitter smile.

After striking out with the girls, Zhang Wutian went over to the guys.

"Yamcha, have you joined the Turtle Hermit School too?" Zhang Wutian asked, seeing Yamcha dressed in the school's martial arts uniform.

"That's right. I begged him for ages, and with Krillin's help, Master Roshi finally agreed to train me," Yamcha replied. "I can't stand being the only one who isn't as strong as you and Wukong. At the next Martial Arts Tournament, I'll show you what I can do."

"Then you'd better work hard," Zhang Wutian said. "Wukong and I have gotten a lot stronger lately, so it'll be hard to catch up."

Yamcha hadn't yet learned to sense the strength of others through their ki, so he remained optimistic. "I'll catch up with you before long."

Zhang Wutian shrugged and calmly replied, "If you want to catch up with us, try climbing Korin Tower first."

After the small gathering ended, some of them flew on their own while others used aircraft. Following Master Roshi's directions, they headed toward the place where Fortuneteller Baba lived.

Krillin and Yamcha were naturally envious of Flight Technique. Master Roshi, who recognized it at a glance as the Crane School's Flight Technique, calmly remarked that it was actually quite simple and that perhaps Wukong could teach it to everyone.

"Good work! Get everyone in the Turtle Hermit School to learn Flight Technique and piss off that stupid crane!" In private, Master Roshi gave a sinister grin and a thumbs-up.

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