Taking Gohan Home

"You... you know everything?" King Kai swallowed, his face full of astonishment. "It looks like you've already found a way to get back quickly?"

"Yeah, I found one. As soon as I'm revived, I can go back right away!" Sun Wukong said with a smile and a nod.

"Go back right away? You must be dreaming!" King Kai's face darkened. "I'll tell you now: I can't send you directly back to Earth!"

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

After 158 days of training, Sun Wukong still hadn't reached even a tenth of his strength in the GT Timeline. He was only around one ten-thousandth as strong.

He figured that after training hard for a while longer, he should be able to return to his peak.

"Besides, I'd originally planned to teach you my signature technique, the Spirit Bomb!" King Kai said with a smug grin. "But you said you wanted to train on your own, so I'm not teaching it to you! Heh heh heh! Regretting it now?"

"The Spirit Bomb? I know how to do that!" Sun Wukong said, raising a hand. A small Spirit Bomb immediately formed in his palm.

King Kai: "..."

King Kai was speechless.

How did this kid know how to use the Spirit Bomb, too?

Was he kidding?

Had King Kai taught him everything?

Wait, wasn't the Spirit Bomb my invention?

When had King Kai secretly learned it?

No, best not to think about it. King Kai was the greatest god in the universe, after all.

"The Spirit Bomb is a great technique. It'll definitely come in handy someday." Sun Wukong smiled and casually dispersed it.

King Kai couldn't think of a thing to say.

Was there anything this kid didn't know?

Earth.

Master Roshi's island.

A gigantic, azure dragon appeared in the dark night sky.

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

"Speak your wish. I can grant you any one wish," Shenron's voice rang out across the night sky.

"Hey, what if we wished for the Saiyans to be defeated and Earth to be saved?" Oolong asked hurriedly.

"What are you talking about?" Bulma snapped angrily. "Don't you want Goku brought back to life?"

"It's fine. We can bring Goku back next time. It's easy—we just have to gather the Dragon Balls again." Oolong looked up at Bulma and answered confidently.

"That wish is impossible. I was created by God, and I cannot grant wishes that exceed God's power," Shenron's voice rang out again.

"Then... bring Goku back to life!" Master Roshi wished.

"That wish is within my power!" Shenron replied, light glimmering in his fiery red eyes.

The halo above Sun Wukong's head slowly disappeared.

"The halo above your head is gone! You're alive again!" King Kai cried, tears streaming down his face.

Finally, he could leave!

He hoped Sun Wukong wouldn't come back and disturb his peaceful life again.

"All right, got it." Sun Wukong nodded. "Goodbye, King Kai... I'll come visit when I have time."

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

"Whoosh!"

Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission and vanished from the spot in a flash.

King Kai's eyes widened so much they seemed to burst through his glasses and pop out of their sockets.

He was gone?

Where had that kid gone?

How had he done that?

It was like magic!

Earth.

A barren stretch of land.

Son Gohan and Piccolo both looked up at the sky.

"It's the middle of the day... why did the sky suddenly go dark?" Son Gohan muttered in confusion.

Piccolo's heart suddenly jolted.

Wasn't this Shenron appearing?

That meant... Sun Wukong had been revived.

Could the Saiyans be arriving earlier than expected?

Just as Piccolo's heart trembled at the thought—

"Whoosh!"

Sun Wukong appeared beside Piccolo and Son Gohan in an instant, using Instant Transmission.

Piccolo froze, staring at Sun Wukong in shock. He couldn't quite process what had happened.

Son Gohan rubbed his eyes. His eyes reddened, and he nearly burst into tears.

"Dad... Dad..." After a brief moment of stunned silence, Son Gohan threw himself into Sun Wukong's arms.

"Gohan... Hahaha, I'm not used to this!" Sun Wukong laughed. "But I've missed it."

Son Gohan: "????"

Piccolo: "..."

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

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

"Instant Transmission!" Piccolo was stunned. He looked Sun Wukong up and down, then couldn't help asking, "So, do you think you can beat the Saiyans this time?"

"Leave it to me!" Sun Wukong nodded seriously. Then he looked down at Son Gohan and said apologetically, "Gohan, I'm really sorry I'm late! You don't need to take part in this fight. Didn't you want to become a great scholar? Go pursue your dream! I don't want you to get involved in any more battles."

Son Gohan: "????"

Son Gohan was utterly bewildered.

Piccolo: "..."

Piccolo's face darkened even more.

Wait, Sun Wukong, are you messing with me?

I spent nearly a year training your son.

You can't just say he's not going to fight and expect that to be that!

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

Son Gohan was confused.

"Whoosh!"

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

Piccolo was left reeling in the breeze.

Where were they?

Where had they gone?

Why had they disappeared?

This was unbelievable!

A gust of wind blew by, and Piccolo felt his heart turn ice-cold.

His student of nearly a year had just been taken away.

And Sun Wukong had even told him not 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 wanted in this life.

In his previous life, this was where it had all begun. Gohan had been dragged into the fighting against his will.

After Piccolo died, Gohan had been forced to go to Namek and make a wish to bring Piccolo back to life.

Later, because of the Androids, I took Gohan to train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

In this life, Frieza and Cell were nothing to fear, and neither was Majin Buu.

So it didn't matter whether Gohan trained or not.

"Whoosh!"

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

Son Gohan immediately looked around in every direction, his young face filled with shock and confusion.

Where was this?

It felt like my house.

Was I home?

"...I'm not seeing things, am I?" Chi-Chi rubbed her eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on her. She murmured, "Is that Goku and Gohan?"