Dragon Ball: Starting Choice - Zeno Divine Power - Chapter 50

I'd better step down.

At the very least, what I couldn't see wouldn't trouble me.

A month later.

Indra's spaceship landed steadily in the yard of Bulma's home.

"Click!"

The hatch opened, and Indra and Bulma stepped out of the spaceship.

However, Bulma looked somewhat exhausted.

"We're back, yet no one came to welcome us," Indra mused.

Bulma: "..."

After a brief silence.

"It was you, Brother-in-law, who insisted on landing the ship in our backyard! You didn't notify anyone either, so how could they possibly know we were back?" Bulma glared at him.

"Bulma, your temper has really grown over this past month aboard the spaceship." Indra smiled.

"Brother-in-law, I finally understand why my sister wanted me to..." Bulma was on the verge of tears.

"Why?" Indra asked.

"You know perfectly well, yet you're still asking!" Bulma huffed. "I'm going to rest properly for a few days. Don't come looking for me, Brother-in-law!"

"I'll walk you there," Indra said.

Indra's return did not cause much of a stir.

Tights was still writing her novel, while also arranging for the Namekians to stay in her home.

When Tights learned about Indra and Bulma, she could not help covering her mouth and giggling.

"Big Sister! You're still laughing!" Bulma shouted angrily, hands on her hips.

However, Tights pulled Bulma aside and whispered something into her ear.

"How could it happen that fast? I've never even had a child before!" Bulma snapped indignantly.

For the next while.

The Namekians used the Dragon Balls to revive Chiaotzu and Tien Shinhan, then used the third wish to transfer them to a planet quite similar to Namek.

Earth returned to peace.

Everything seemed to have calmed down.

Son Goku continued training hard, though he had become somewhat more lax than before.

I'm already a Super Saiyan. What else do I need to work so hard for?

Son Gohan had reached school age, so Chi-Chi sent him off to attend school.

Piccolo continued training in the desolate wilderness, hoping that one day he could surpass Son Goku.

Of course, Piccolo occasionally went to Son Goku's home to visit Son Gohan and spar with Son Goku while he was there.

Krillin returned to Master Roshi's home and continued tempering himself according to Master Roshi's methods.

The revived Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu chose a vast desert, where they settled down and trained.

Vegeta threw himself into some city, honing his state of mind.

I only want to possess a peaceful heart. Why is that so difficult?

Just wait, Indra. Once I, Vegeta, become a Super Saiyan, let's see how I deal with you!

The thing you'll regret most is letting me, Vegeta, go!

Yamcha, meanwhile, put on a set of women's clothing, carefully examined himself in the mirror, and even gave a little turn.

"I seem to be getting prettier and prettier," Yamcha said, blushing.

But immediately afterward, Yamcha tore the clothes off his body.

"Damn it! I'm not a sissy!" Yamcha shouted furiously.

That day, Son Goku arrived on Master Roshi's island.

"Goku, what brought you here?" Krillin hurried over and asked.

"It's Goku. What brings you here? You had a fight with Chi-Chi, didn't you?" Master Roshi greeted him with a smile.

"I suddenly remembered that, with my current strength, I should be able to lift that Divine Sword now, right?" Son Goku wore a confident smile.

Krillin and Master Roshi looked at the Divine Sword lying on the ground.

"That's right. Goku is a Super Saiyan now. According to the information Vegeta provided, Super Saiyans are the strongest warriors in the universe! Goku can definitely lift this sword." Krillin nodded.

"Goku, hurry and give it a try." Master Roshi's face was filled with anticipation as well.

"Yeah, I'll pick up the sword right now!" Son Goku walked over.

"Smack!"

Son Goku grabbed the hilt, his energy rising.

The Divine Sword did not budge.

"Haha, looks like I'll have to become a Super Saiyan." Son Goku scratched his head and laughed.

"Rumble!"

Golden light burst forth around Son Goku, his hair shooting upward as he transformed into a Super Saiyan.

"Hey!"

Son Goku tried to lift the Divine Sword again.

However, the Divine Sword still did not budge.

"How is this possible?" Son Goku was stunned.

I'm already a Super Saiyan. Don't tell me I still can't lift a single sword?

"Even Goku can't move this Divine Sword?" Krillin looked utterly shocked as he turned to Master Roshi.

"Don't look at me. I don't know either." Master Roshi shook his head gravely, stroking his chin as he pondered. "I only remember that, back then, a young man casually tossed this sword here."

"Grandpa Master Roshi, what did that young man look like back then?" Son Goku asked.

"That young man was floating in the air. I was below him, so I couldn't make out his face." Master Roshi shook his head with a sigh.

"So this sword must have been put under some kind of spell. Only someone destined for it can use it, right? Just like Thor's Mjolnir." Krillin brought up Marvel's Thor again.

"It seems that's the only explanation." Master Roshi nodded.

"I really want to meet that young man. I wonder just how powerful he is." Son Goku's face was filled with anticipation.

In a mountainous region thirty kilometers from Red Ribbon Army headquarters.

In a hidden corner of the mountains stood a research institute.

Inside the institute, an old man was tinkering with a robot.

"No! Still no good! If there's a problem with a purely mechanical robot, it'll be difficult to control." The old man said grimly. "If it turns on me then, it'll kill me!"

The robot created by the old man was a huge brute, tall and powerfully built, its body covered in densely packed components.

On the robot's chest was engraved an Arabic numeral—16.

The old man temporarily set aside his research. Taking a deep breath, he left the institute and arrived halfway up the mountain. As he gazed upon the lush green mountainside, his eyes were filled with endless hatred.

"Son Goku! I'll remember you! One day, I, Dr. Gero, will create the most advanced androids and kill you, avenging our Red Ribbon Army!" The old man clenched his fists, forcing out every word through gritted teeth.

The old man was none other than Dr. Gero.

However, Dr. Gero had not yet become an android.

As Dr. Gero stared into the distance, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. It seemed that something had appeared directly above him.

Dr. Gero looked up and saw a stranger floating in midair.

The man appeared to be around twenty years old, dashing and strikingly handsome.

"Who are you?" Dr. Gero jumped in fright and hurriedly pulled a laser gun from his clothes, aiming it at the other man.

"Smack!"

The young man descended from the sky and landed directly in front of Dr. Gero.

"Who are you? How did you find me?" Dr. Gero cried out in alarm.

"You're Dr. Gero, right?" Indra looked at Dr. Gero with a smile and asked with interest, "Your place was really hard to find. It took me quite an effort to track you down."

"You were looking for me?" Dr. Gero froze, frowning.

"Don't worry, I mean you no harm." Indra smiled faintly. "Besides, that laser gun in your hand is useless against me."

"Whoosh!"

Indra gave a light wave of his hand.

At once, the laser gun in Dr. Gero's hand mysteriously vanished.

Dr. Gero looked at the missing laser gun in his hand, and his expression became extremely grim.

Where's my gun?

How did it disappear?

What the hell happened?

This guy must be a magician, right?

And you fucking made my laser gun disappear, yet you say you mean no harm?

"You're Dr. Gero, the Red Ribbon Army's scientist. Long ago, you came to hate Son Goku after he destroyed the army, and you planned to eliminate him by researching androids. Am I right?" Indra looked at Dr. Gero and asked.

Dr. Gero's heart sank.

How does he know all that?

No one knew about this except for Android 19, my latest research project that had yet to take shape.

Besides, Android 19 couldn't possibly have told him.

"Actually, I want to eliminate Son Goku too. You could say we share the same goal." Indra smiled.

Chapter 84: Lazuli and Lapis

Keep making it up!

Go on, keep making it up!

What deep-seated grudge could you possibly have against Son Goku?

"About half a year ago, when Son Goku was fighting on Planet Namek, he fired a Kamehameha. The blast flew out of Planet Namek's atmosphere and into space, where it unfortunately struck our planet." Indra sighed. "Our planet suffered a devastating blow. Everyone on it died, leaving only me. I survived only because I was working at a space station."

As Indra spoke, tears streamed down his face.

"So you're an alien? Which planet are you from?" Dr. Gero still hadn't lowered his guard.

"I'm from the Yardrat-Keba Boundless Wanderer Elegance Ode Nine Provinces Continental Planet in Sector 9783. The name is a little long—that's a feature of our planet." Indra said. "My name is Indra Great Invincible Zeno Divine Power Universe Super—"

Dr. Gero: "..."

Your planet's name wasn't just a little long. It was ridiculously long, okay?

And your name...

Dr. Gero felt exhausted.

"Just call me Indra." Indra smiled faintly.