Father and Son Meet

Bang, bang, bang!!

Boom—

Somewhere in a desolate wilderness.

Two figures, one tall and one short, separated after a fierce clash.

Their violent auras kicked up layers of dust.

A gust of wind blew past, and the dust dispersed.

Piccolo and Son Gohan stood facing each other.

Just as Piccolo was about to attack again, he sensed something. His body paused, and his gaze turned toward the distance.

When Piccolo realized it was the aura of someone familiar, his body relaxed.

"Gohan, did you feel that?"

"Huh?" Son Gohan froze for a moment, then focused and sensed the aura.

"There's an aura coming toward us fast..." Son Gohan said with a serious expression.

Piccolo nodded. "Yeah. That's Son Goku's aura."

"Dad?" When Son Gohan heard that, his face lit up with surprise and joy.

Before Piccolo could speak, a yellow cloud appeared in front of them.

Standing on it was Son Goku, wearing a kind, gentle smile.

"Hi. You guys doing okay?"

"Hmph!" Piccolo snorted. "Instead of coming over to chat, you'd be better off training a little longer."

Son Gohan looked at his father, who was right there within reach, his eyes red and brimming with tears.

Then he threw himself into Son Goku's arms, his shoulders shaking as tears poured down uncontrollably, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances of surviving out in the wild during this time.

"Waaah... Dad, I missed you so much..."

Son Goku rubbed Gohan's fluffy head, his eyes filled with pity.

After all, Gohan was only five years old.

"All right, all right. I've seen all of Gohan's training this past year. My Gohan's become a real man who can stand tall!"

Piccolo turned away.

In the end, he could not bear to watch such a scene.

Before long, Gohan stopped crying, gathered himself, and looked up at his Son Goku.

"Dad, it's so good to see you all again."

"Me too. Has Piccolo been bullying you during this time? Tell me, and I'll beat him up for you!"

Son Gohan shook his head. "No, Auntie Piccolo..." At that point, he caught a glimpse of Piccolo's darkened face from the corner of his eye and quickly corrected himself. "Ah, no, Uncle Piccolo has been really good to me."

"Auntie Piccolo?" Son Goku asked, puzzled.

"Shut up!" Piccolo growled with a gloomy face.

Just then, Gohan seemed to think of something and said excitedly, "Dad, wait for me. I'll make you something tasty!"

"Haha." Son Goku's joy was written all over his face. "My Gohan can cook now too."

With a few leaps, Gohan vanished from sight, and before long, he returned carrying a huge tiger.

Then he set up a fire on the spot, boiled water, and prepared the ingredients.

Son Goku and Piccolo sat off to the side.

Every now and then, they exchanged a sentence or two, chatting idly.

"Thanks for this past year, Piccolo," Son Goku said with a serious expression.

Piccolo knew Goku was referring to him taking care of and training Gohan this past year.

He snorted. "I just wanted one more chance of winning in the fight against the Saiyans."

"Yeah. But I still have to thank you."

Son Goku smiled. He knew Piccolo was just stubborn.

Piccolo fell silent for a moment, then asked, "How many days until they reach Earth?"

Son Goku held up five fingers. "Five days."

"Are you confident?"

"Not sure. I still don't know how strong the Saiyans are."

Piccolo only nodded after hearing that and said nothing.

For a while, only the sounds of Gohan busily working, the firewood burning, and the soup boiling mingled together.

The aroma of meat gradually spread.

"Dad, Uncle Piccolo, it's time to eat!" Son Gohan called loudly.

Piccolo shook his head, indicating that he did not need to eat. He relied on photosynthesis to synthesize starch in his body and replenish his daily needs, so he had no need for food.

Gohan carried over a bowl of soup and handed it to Son Goku.

"What kind of soup is this?"

"This is a recipe Jiang Ling taught me. It's called Ten-Ingredient Vitality Tiger-Penis Soup! He said this soup is really good. You'll know once you drink it."

Son Gohan looked at his father with expectant eyes.

Son Goku felt his son's gaze and was moved.

Smelling the medicinal fragrance drifting from the soup, he downed it all in one go.

"Huh, it's actually pretty tasty!"

Son Goku's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What's tiger penis?"

Gohan thought for a moment. "It's something from a tiger. I don't know what it's called. Jiang Ling said it's called tiger penis."

Son Goku paid it no mind.

Then father and son wiped out the roasted tiger meat together.

Time moved on into the night.

Goku wanted to take Gohan home, but Piccolo refused.

He said he would send him back a few days later, before the battle began...

Son Gohan also agreed.

This year of wilderness survival had made him much stronger. He was no longer the little flower raised in a greenhouse that he had once been.

On Kami's Lookout.

After Goku left, Jiang Ling also left.

He brought everyone to a scenic spot out in the wilderness.

The woods were lush and green, and not far away, a stream babbled gently.

Jiang Ling took out a capsule, and with a poof, a semicircular house appeared on the ground.

He thought the environment here was nice and planned to settle down here.

Before long, everyone had set up the barbecue tools and supplies.

Waves of meaty aroma mixed with the scent of grilling drifted out.

Everyone was in high spirits about gathering for a party, and Jiang Ling had even called Bulma over to join them.

As the atmosphere gradually warmed up, Yamcha looked around and noticed something was missing.

"Do we have any beer? Just drinking soft drinks doesn't hit the spot!"

Jiang Ling laughed. "I knew you'd want to drink. I prepared it ages ago."

As he spoke, he took out two cases of beer from a capsule.

"That's all?" Yamcha was a little disappointed.

"Finish those first, then we'll talk."

"Heh, you looking down on your Brother Yamcha or what?"

After several rounds of drinking, two cases of beer were clearly not enough for them.

"Jiang Ling, there isn't enough beer. Got any more?"

"Yeah. It'll be here in a moment."

No sooner had Jiang Ling said that than Bulma arrived in an aircraft. As soon as she got there, she tossed Jiang Ling two capsules. "Here, the two cases of beer you wanted."

Jiang Ling smiled and nodded.

When Yamcha beside him heard that, he exaggeratedly said, "Only two cases? That's way too little. It's not even enough to drink."

"Not enough?"

"Yeah. I could finish that much by myself."

Hearing this, Jiang Ling raised an eyebrow. "If you can finish it, I'll acknowledge you as my big brother. If you can't finish it, then you acknowledge me as your big brother. Dare to try?"

Yamcha curled his lip. "What's there to be scared of? I'm definitely going to be the big brother. Haha."

Hearing those words, Jiang Ling and Bulma's expressions turned strange. They glanced at each other, both revealing meaningful looks.

The others nearby were more than happy to watch the fun and all started egging them on, while also acting as witnesses to prevent either side from going back on their word.

The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth rose. "Good. You said it."

Then he threw out the two capsules in his hand. The next moment, two extended containers appeared before their eyes, packed full with case after case of beer.

Everyone was startled.

"H-Holy shit, that's... that's a shipping container!!"

"Damn, you said two boxes, and you really meant two boxes!"

"Classic Jiang Ling!"

Jiang Ling smiled cheerfully and looked at Yamcha with ill intent. "Drink up. I'm watching!"

Yamcha's eyes went wider than brass bells. "W-Weren't we talking about two crates?"

"Yeah. A shipping container's a container too!"

Jiang Ling looked completely innocent.

Bulma fought back her laughter, refusing to let herself laugh out loud.

In the end, Yamcha could only helplessly acknowledge Jiang Ling as his big brother.

"Big Brother..."

"Louder!"

"Big Brother!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Big Brother!!"

"Eyy~"

Jiang Ling nodded in satisfaction.

Everyone burst into laughter together, showing their approval of this newfound bond.