Summoning the Kami

"Wang Shen!"

Lazuli spoke first, a genuine, joyful smile blooming across her stunning face.

The man she had set her heart on was truly the most formidable of them all.

Wang Shen smiled, walked to Lazuli's side, and reached out to stroke her hair.

At the same time, a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted out, deepening the smile on Wang Shen's face.

Lapis, standing nearby, watched this scene in astonishment.

The sight of Lazuli's eyes curved into crescent moons and her soft, gentle expression gave him a surreal sense of disbelief.

His cold, temperamental sister actually had such a tender, lovely side.

Her brother was, to put it mildly, completely shocked!

Just then, Son Gohan broke free from Bulma's embrace, his eyes teary, and ran up to Wang Shen at an inopportune moment, choking out:

"Uncle Wang Shen, you said earlier that you have a way to resurrect Uncle Piccolo, is that true?"

Looking at the aggrieved-looking blonde "delinquent" before him, Wang Shen lowered his hand.

Though Lazuli felt a flicker of disappointment, she quietly stepped aside out of consideration for the heartbroken Gohan.

She shot a glare at Lapis as she did so, giving him a silent warning!

Wang Shen nodded and said directly:

"That's right. As long as we can restore the Dragon Balls, Piccolo can be brought back to life."

Son Gohan looked up and couldn't help but say:

"But Kami has already vanished; there is no one left to restore the Dragon Balls."

Wang Shen remained unperturbed, offering a mysterious smile.

"Who says there can only be one Kami?"

"When one Kami falls, countless others can step forward."

Wang Shen turned to look at the blank-faced Son Goku, his previously confident expression instantly shifting to one of disbelief.

He covered half his face with his hand, feeling utterly speechless yet unable to suppress a laugh.

Whenever someone else was offering a solution, Son Goku didn't use his brain at all; the gears of his intellect were jammed tight, refusing to turn.

In the end, Wang Shen turned his gaze toward the future scholar and asked:

"Gohan, do you remember your friend from Namek?"

"Dende?"

Gohan answered without a second thought.

Wang Shen nodded inwardly; it seemed their friendship was indeed quite deep.

"We can ask him to take on the role of the new Kami, and that way, the Dragon Balls can be restored."

Gohan's eyes lit up, though he asked cautiously:

"Can we really do that?"

Mr. Popo, with his dark face, pondered for a moment before speaking slowly:

"It should be possible."

"Yay! That's great!"

Gohan cheered instantly, his sorrow turning into joy as he broke into a smile through his tears!

Wang Shen looked up; a child's emotions were always so transparent and intense.

"Then Goku, I'll leave this task to you."

"Huh? Why me? Wang Shen, don't you know how to use Instant Transmission too?"

As if he had expected this, Wang Shen explained:

"I don't know the Namekians. If I go, they might not necessarily help me, but you're different—you're their hero! You saved their entire race."

In the end, it was always easier to get things done through an acquaintance.

If the Grand Elder of Namek were still alive, he wouldn't have minded accompanying Son Goku on the trip.

Hearing this, Son Goku scratched his head, his posture slumping as if he had lost his energy.

"That actually makes sense. Alright, then."

"Wait for me, I'll be right back. Remember to have food ready for me."

In an instant, Son Goku's figure vanished, and his energy could no longer be sensed anywhere on Earth.

Bulma handed little Trunks over to Trunks to look after, then began frantically searching through her belongings.

"Oh no, I don't think I brought enough food! I didn't expect there to be so many people here."

Vegeta, Trunks, Goku, Gohan, Wang Shen, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Lazuli, Lapis, Android 16, and Mr. Popo.

There isn't nearly enough food!

"We Androids don't need to eat."

Lazuli reached up to tuck a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, revealing a fair, luminous earlobe, and eased some of Bulma's immediate stress.

Seeing Lazuli speak up, Wang Shen didn't want to be outdone. He took two Senzu Beans from his personal space, held them between his fingers, and wore a strange, mischievous smile.

"I have plenty of these Senzu Beans too. Eat one, and you won't need to eat for ten days. I wonder who will be lucky enough to enjoy one."

However, everyone present kept their eyes fixed on their own noses, silently bowing their heads to yield this rare opportunity to someone else.

Wang Shen's gaze swept back and forth among them, whether intentionally or by accident.

He finally let his malicious gaze rest on Vegeta, who had turned half his body away, pretending he didn't care.

Sensing that mocking stare, Vegeta gritted his teeth and spat out:

"Karotis, if you dare make me eat that thing, I will never forgive you!"

Wang Shen gave a sheepish laugh and tucked the Senzu Beans away.

Just a joke.

At this moment, Bulma had already taken out two Hoi-Poi Capsules, pressed the buttons, and tossed them onto the ground.

In the blink of an eye, 200 dishes and four massive barrels of rice appeared before everyone.

A rich, savory aroma wafted through the air. Seeing the delicious, mouth-watering spread, Vegeta, Trunks, and Gohan immediately rushed forward.

They grabbed the rice barrels, dumping plate after plate of food directly into their mouths.

In that moment, it was as if their mouths had grown much larger than usual.

Bulma scooped up little Trunks, who was also trying to rush forward. As the logistics chief of the Dragon Balls, she apologized:

"Sorry everyone, I was in a rush this time, so I only brought this much food."

Wang Shen shook his head with a smile, not minding at all.

Krillin and Tien Shinhan waved their hands hurriedly.

They hadn't contributed anything to this mission, so how could they have the nerve to fight over the food?

Because Mr. Popo's face was so dark, no one could read his expression or his thoughts.

He had the makings of a secret agent or an undercover spy.

Lazuli watched the three of them inhaling their food in such an unsightly manner, her brows furrowing slightly. She turned to look at the calm Wang Shen and asked with concern:

"Aren't you hungry?"

Looking down into Lazuli's sincere eyes, Wang Shen felt a warmth in his heart and gently ruffled her hair.

"No rush. I have a surprise for you later."

Wang Shen leaned in close to Lazuli's reddening ear and whispered:

The warm breath brushed against her ear, and in an instant, Lazuli's ears turned even redder, as if they were about to bleed.

Under Wang Shen's deliberate influence, Lazuli's imagination ran wild!

Seeing this, Wang Shen retreated while he was ahead, offering a faint smile.

The countless flirting techniques I learned in my past life—how could you possibly withstand them?

Wang Shen didn't tease Lazuli any further. Instead, he found Lapis, who was looking straight ahead, then up at the sky, but pointedly refusing to look at Lazuli, and slung an arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, Lapis, what do you want to do next? Do you have a plan?"

"I, of course, want to travel the world!"

Whoosh!

Soon, Son Goku returned.

True to his word, he brought back a little green friend with two antennae on his forehead.

Dende, also known as the Guardian, was a Namekian of the healing type.

"Gohan! Krillin!"

As soon as Dende arrived, he greeted Gohan and Krillin enthusiastically.

He had always wanted to come to Earth to reunite with his two best friends.

"Dende!"

"It really is Dende!"

Gohan didn't even care about the food anymore, running toward Dende along with Krillin.

The three of them grabbed each other's hands and huddled together.

When Goku saw that most of the food had already been eaten, he immediately let out a dissatisfied shout.

"Whoa! You guys didn't wait for me? That's terrible!"

In reality, Bulma had prepared enough for four people, and at least a quarter of the food remained untouched.

Wang Shen, who had been chatting and laughing with Lapis nearby, also had his attention drawn by the commotion.

He narrowed his eyes, gazing deeply at Dende, his thoughts in a whirl.

Although he had known it for a long time, it was still hard to believe that such a young Namekian possessed the ability to create Dragon Balls all on his own.

Shenron, the being touted as capable of almost anything!

It was truly incredible!

According to certain theories from his past life, the Namekians were a race favored by the gods.

They claimed to be the heirs of the Dragon Clan.

He wondered if they truly shared some kind of connection with Zalama.