Bringing Gohan Home

"You... you know everything?" King Kai swallowed hard, his face full of astonishment. "It seems you've already found a way to return as soon as possible?"

"Yeah, I found it. As long as I'm resurrected, I can go back immediately!" Sun Wukong nodded with a smile.

"Go back immediately? You must be dreaming!" King Kai's face darkened. "I'll tell you beforehand, I don't have the ability to send you directly back to Earth!"

"Haha, of course I know that!" Sun Wukong waved his hand dismissively.

Having trained for 158 days, Sun Wukong had not yet reached even one-tenth of his strength from the GT Timeline; he was only at about one ten-thousandth.

He believed that if he continued to train diligently for a while longer, he should be able to return to his peak state.

"Also, I originally intended to teach you my ultimate technique, the Spirit Bomb!" King Kai smiled smugly. "But since you were the one who insisted on training by yourself, I'm just not going to teach it to you! Hehehe! Are you regretting it now?"

"The Spirit Bomb? I already know how to use it!" As Sun Wukong spoke, he raised a hand, and a small Spirit Bomb immediately condensed in his palm.

King Kai: "..."

King Kai was speechless on the spot.

How could this kid even know the Spirit Bomb!

He had to be joking.

Did Supreme Kai teach him everything?

That's not right, didn't I invent the Spirit Bomb?

When did Supreme Kai steal it and learn it?

He dared not think about it, he dared not think about it—after all, Supreme Kai was the greatest god in this universe.

"The Spirit Bomb is a good thing; it will definitely be a huge help in the future." Sun Wukong smiled and casually dissipated the Spirit Bomb.

King Kai couldn't say a word.

Was there anything this kid didn't know?

Earth.

Master Roshi's island.

A massive green Shenron hovered in the black night sky.

Below stood Master Roshi, Bulma, Oolong, and Puar.

"State your wish, and I shall grant you any wish you desire," Shenron's voice echoed through the night sky.

"I say, defeat the Saiyans and save the Earth... can you grant that wish?" Oolong asked hurriedly.

"What are you talking about?" Bulma scolded angrily. "Don't you want to bring Wukong back to life?"

"It's fine, we can just resurrect Wukong next time. It's simple, isn't it? We just have to collect the Dragon Balls again," Oolong looked up at Bulma and replied with conviction.

"That wish is not possible. I was created by God, and I cannot grant wishes that exceed the power of God," Shenron's voice rang out once more.

"Then... let Wukong be resurrected!" Master Roshi made his wish.

"That is no problem!" Shenron replied, his fiery red eyes flashing with light.

The halo above Sun Wukong's head slowly faded away.

"The halo on your head has disappeared; you've been resurrected!" King Kai wept tears of joy.

Finally, he could leave!

I hope you never come back to disturb my peaceful life again.

"Alright, I understand." Sun Wukong nodded. "Then goodbye, King Kai... I'll come to visit you when I have time."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong pressed his index and middle fingers to his forehead.

"Whoosh!"

Sun Wukong performed Instant Transmission, flickering and vanishing from the spot.

King Kai's eyes widened so much that his eyeballs popped right out of his sockets, piercing through his glasses.

He disappeared?

Where did that kid go?

How did he do that?

It was absolutely insane!

Earth.

A certain wasteland region.

Gohan and Piccolo looked up at the sky simultaneously.

"It's broad daylight... why did the sky suddenly turn dark?" Gohan muttered in confusion.

Piccolo felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

Isn't that Shenron appearing?

That means... Sun Wukong has been resurrected.

Could it be that the Saiyans are arriving earlier than expected?

Just as Piccolo's heart trembled, "Swish!"

Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission to appear instantly beside Piccolo and Gohan.

Piccolo froze, staring at the suddenly appearing Sun Wukong with a stunned expression, unable to process what had happened.

Gohan rubbed his eyes, his eyes turning red as tears nearly fell.

"Dad... Dad..." After a brief moment of shock, Gohan immediately threw himself into Sun Wukong's arms.

"Gohan... Hahaha, this feels so strange!" Sun Wukong laughed, "But I've missed this feeling so much."

Gohan: "????"

Piccolo: "..."

"Sun Wukong! How did you get here?" Piccolo asked, looking at Sun Wukong in astonishment.

"This... how should I put it?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, "It's called Instant Transmission. That's all I can say for now."

"Instant Transmission!" Piccolo was shocked beyond measure. He then looked Sun Wukong up and down and couldn't help but ask, "Well? The Saiyans appearing this time... are you confident you can win?"

"Leave it to me!" Sun Wukong nodded seriously, then looked down at Gohan and said apologetically, "Gohan, I'm really sorry, Dad is late! You shouldn't participate in this battle. Don't you want to be a great scholar? Go and realize your dream! I don't want you to get involved in any more battles from now on!"

Gohan: "????"

Gohan looked completely bewildered.

Piccolo: "..."

Piccolo's face turned even darker.

Wait... Sun Wukong, are you kidding me?

I spent nearly a year training your son.

And you're just going to tell him not to fight anymore?

"Piccolo, thank you for taking care of Gohan these past few months." Sun Wukong waved at Piccolo, placed his other hand on Gohan's shoulder, and whispered, "Gohan, don't move!"

Gohan was confused.

"Swish!"

Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Piccolo was left standing in the wind, utterly confused.

Where did they go?

Where are they?

How did they just disappear?

This is truly bizarre!

As a breeze blew by, Piccolo felt his heart turn cold.

The disciple he had spent nearly a year training had just been taken away like that.

And he wasn't even allowed to fight!

Sun Wukong, you've gone too far.

Sun Wukong had already made up his mind; since Gohan didn't like fighting, he would let him do what he loved in this lifetime.

In his previous life, it was from this point on that Gohan was forced into the fray.

Because Piccolo died in battle, Gohan had to go to Namek to wish for Piccolo's resurrection.

Later, because of the Androids, he had taken Gohan to train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

In this life, whether it was Frieza, Cell, or even Majin Buu, none of them were anything to fear.

Therefore, it didn't matter whether Gohan trained or not.

"Swish!"

Sun Wukong brought Gohan along with Instant Transmission and returned home in the blink of an eye.

Gohan immediately looked around, his young face filled with shock and confusion.

Where is this?

It feels like my house?

Did I just come home?

"I... am I seeing things?" Chi-Chi rubbed her eyes, thinking her vision was playing tricks on her, and muttered to herself, "Is that Wukong and Gohan?"