"Goku, hurry up and make your wish!"
"Okay."
Goku nodded earnestly, then turned to Shenron and said:
"Shenron, please bring my grandpa, Son Gohan, back to life!"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot grant that wish!"
At Shenron's words, Goku's face suddenly fell. His eyes grew moist, and he slowly lowered his head.
"Why, Shenron?"
Ziye furrowed his brow and asked in confusion. As far as he knew, Shenron could bring people back to life.
"Son Gohan refuses to be revived. I cannot change his will!"
Shenron calmly explained.
Only then did Goku's expression ease, returning to normal.
"Goku, it seems your grandpa is doing just fine over there. You don't need to worry!"
Ziye patted Goku on the shoulder and comforted him.
"Okay."
"Thank you, Ziye."
Goku smiled and nodded.
"Tell me your other wishes!"
Shenron's solemn voice rang out again.
"Since nobody else has a wish, I'll go ahead and make mine!" Seeing everyone hesitate, Ziye spoke without a trace of reserve.
"Shenron! Can you make me immortal?"
At this, Shenron hesitated. After a moment, he spoke again. "Well... I'm afraid not. There's no such thing as absolute immortality in this world. At least, my powers can't grant it. I might be able to make someone live forever or bring someone back to life."
Hearing this, Ziye rubbed his chin and thought it over again.
"Shenron, then please give me the ability to recover quickly!" Ziye said.
"I can do my utmost to grant you that!"
The next moment, Ziye felt a mysterious power flow into his body. It coursed through him, then vanished without a trace.
"Your wish has been granted. Farewell."
With that, Shenron slowly disappeared, and the Dragon Balls scattered in all directions.
"Why did the Dragon Balls fly away?"
Goku asked, looking puzzled.
"Because once Shenron grants a wish, the Dragon Balls scatter across the world. They won't shine again until a year has passed,"
Bulma explained calmly.
"Does that mean I have to wait a year before I can find my grandpa's keepsake?" Goku asked.
"In theory, yes." Bulma nodded.
Then she turned to Ziye and slowly moved closer, her face flushing red. She asked in a soft voice, "Ziye, I'm planning to go back to West City. Would you like to come with me?"
Ziye shook his head. "Goku and I promised Master Roshi that we'd train with him once we were done here."
He understood how Bulma felt, but right now, all he wanted was to grow stronger. This world was dangerous, after all. Besides, fate had given him the chance to cross over and a special advantage, so he shouldn't keep living an ordinary life!
"Yeah, I want to get stronger, too!" Goku said with a smile and a nod.
"You still think you're not strong enough?"
Oolong asked disdainfully.
"There's no end to martial arts. You can never be the strongest—only stronger than before,"
Ziye interjected.
"That's right,"
Goku said with a smile and a nod.
"You two are such training fanatics. Suit yourselves!"
Bulma rolled her eyes.
"What about you, Oolong? Where are you planning to go?"
At Bulma's question, Oolong countered:
"Hey, didn't you promise to take me to West City and introduce me to some nice girls?"
"Well, I'm not sure. With how lecherous you are, I doubt any girl would like you!"
Bulma covered her mouth and giggled.
"Hmph! That's none of your business!"
Oolong folded his arms across his chest, looking unconvinced.
"By the way, Bulma, could you leave your Dragon Ball Radar with Goku so he can look for his grandpa's keepsake in a year?"
Ziye suddenly spoke up.
"Of course."
Bulma smiled and nodded, then took the radar from her pocket and handed it to Goku.
"Thank you, Bulma! Ziye, you really thought of everything!" Goku said gratefully.
"Ziye, Goku! I'm going to West City with Bulma and the others. I hope you two become masters like Master Mutten!"
Yamcha clasped his hands toward them and said his farewells.
"Okay, then. Let's part ways here!"
As Ziye and Goku's figures gradually disappeared into the distance, Bulma's face showed a hint of sadness. She ran a few steps after them and called out loudly:
"Ziye, make sure you come visit me in West City sometime!"
After parting ways with Bulma and the others, Ziye and Goku set off for the place where Master Roshi lived. After nearly three days of travel, they finally arrived at the island where he lived.
"Old man, we're here!"
Goku cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted at the house in front of them.
But even after a long while, there was no response from inside.
"Could nobody be home?"
Ziye asked, looking puzzled.
"Let's go in and see!"
With that, the two of them opened the door and walked in on their own. Master Roshi was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, watching a woman doing aerobics on the screen without even blinking. Drool dripped onto the floor.
"Old man, we've come to see you!" Goku shouted as he walked up to Master Roshi.
"Goku, Ziye, what are you doing here?" Master Roshi asked.
"We found the Dragon Balls. As promised, we've come here to train," Ziye said calmly.
"I see. Go sit over there, and don't disturb me while I watch TV!"
"But, old man, I'm hungry,"
Goku said unhappily, holding his stomach.
"There's food in the fridge. Don't bother me!" With that, Master Roshi ignored Goku and went back to watching TV without taking his eyes off the screen.
Goku excitedly rushed into the kitchen. Ziye chuckled and sat down on the sofa by himself. He picked up a magazine from the table, but as soon as he opened it, he was greeted by all kinds of swimsuit models. He shook his head helplessly and put it back.
About thirty minutes later, the woman's workout routine finally ended. Master Roshi rose to his feet, still wanting more. When he saw that Ziye was the only one on the sofa, he asked in confusion, "Where'd that guy Goku run off to?"
Ziye chuckled and said meaningfully, "He went to the kitchen and still hasn't come out."
Noticing Ziye's strange smile, Master Roshi curiously went into the kitchen. But what he saw left him utterly shocked, and a surge of inexplicable fury rose in his heart!
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