On Master Roshi's island, the sun shone brightly and waves gently lapped against the shore. Inside Kame House, a group sat together, the atmosphere unusually tense yet full of anticipation.
"You mean the seven Dragon Balls?" Chiaotzu asked uncertainly, his brows tightly furrowed.
Tien Shinhan stood straight beside him, hands on his hips, and said with certainty.
"So as long as we gather all seven Dragon Balls, any wish can come true."
"That's right, but only one." Bulma leaned lazily against the sofa, gently swirling her coffee, the liquid in the cup swaying with her movements.
"What if we wished for Shenron to destroy King Piccolo?" Yamcha gripped his teacup tightly, a glimmer of hope and uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
"From what we know so far, King Piccolo is simply beyond our ability to handle. This is the best solution I could think of."
"I heard that after the seven Dragon Balls grant a wish, they turn into stones for a whole year." Puar interjected cautiously, his voice low, as though afraid of breaking the room's tranquility.
"If that's true, wouldn't we have to wait a long time to bring Krillin back to life?" Oolong scratched his head, looking distressed, his voice revealing helplessness and urgency.
"His body will rot that way," Launch said with a frown.
"Don't worry about that!" Bulma, however, seemed quite confident as she replied casually.
"Light gray..."
"What are you talking about?" Puar looked toward Master Roshi in confusion and asked, puzzled.
"What sort of battle plan is that? Master, tell us..." Yamcha stared intently at Master Roshi, expecting a clear answer.
Master Roshi sat on the floor, facing Bulma, who wore a tight miniskirt and had her legs crossed.
Master Roshi suddenly said, "No... I meant Bulma's panties..."
Those words instantly made the previously serious discussion awkward.
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Bulma immediately caught on. Fury crossed her face, and she uncrossed her legs and slapped Master Roshi across the face.
"Where are you looking? At a time like this, you're still peeking at my panties! You old pervert!"
"Wait..."
"I was only trying to lighten the mood." Master Roshi rubbed his face awkwardly, attempting to explain.
"Who asked you to lighten the mood? Damn it!" Bulma retorted angrily.
Master Roshi immediately dropped his joking manner and said seriously, "In any case, we must find all seven Dragon Balls. It's dangerous, but we can only do our best."
Just then, a television broadcast reported that many martial artists had been killed by the same person, with a card bearing the character for "demon" left at each scene.
The news shocked everyone.
"I never thought it would happen so quickly!"
They began discussing various countermeasures, considering how to contact those who were still alive.
But the roster had been taken. Without contact information or addresses, they found themselves in a difficult position.
Master Roshi finally made a decision.
"We'll be in danger if we stay here, too. In any case, let's move somewhere else first!" His voice was full of resolve.
Then he turned to Bulma and spoke.
"Bulma, how long will it take to make a new Dragon Radar?"
Bulma pondered for a moment, quickly calculating the time required in her head, before finally answering, "At least half a day, even if I work as fast as I can."
"Half a day... All right, get started right away." After a moment's thought, Master Roshi finally gave his instructions.
"All right!"
"Once the Dragon Radar is finished, we'll set off."
Afterward, everyone left the small island in an aircraft, heading for that unnamed island.
The aircraft traced a brilliant arc across the sky before finally landing steadily on that mysterious land.
Everyone got out, and everything before their eyes seemed so fresh and unfamiliar.
Master Roshi looked around, then told everyone, "We certainly won't be found so easily here, but you still need to be careful."
"I understand. Oh, right! I hope you can gather all the Dragon Balls as soon as possible. You have to be faster than King Piccolo," Bulma said.
"Right!"
Puar told Chiaotzu, "Make sure you're careful on the way."
There was a trace of worry in his tone.
"Yes, I will," Chiaotzu replied firmly.
"Damn it! If my leg weren't injured, I could go with you," Yamcha said unwillingly.
"I hope you'll rest and recover properly here. If we die, you'll be the only one left to rely on," Master Roshi said.
"Ah! M-Master..." Yamcha said anxiously.
"Hey! You!" Launch strode up to Tien Shinhan aggressively.
"Tien Shinhan, if you dare die, I won't let you off! Whether your head gets smashed open or you get a hole in your stomach, you'd better come back to me alive! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"
Tien Shinhan blushed and answered shyly, "Yes..."
Everyone stared at Launch and Tien Shinhan in surprise, and Launch also blushed under their gazes.
Afterward, Tien Shinhan piloted the aircraft, taking Master Roshi and Chiaotzu to search for the Dragon Balls.
Their figures gradually receded into the sky, leaving everyone hoping for their success and imagining the future's boundless possibilities.
Oolong said, "I hope they succeed! Ideally, they'll defeat that great demon king Piccolo."
"All right, I'm going to make a refrigerated capsule to preserve Krillin's body." Bulma tossed out a capsule, which turned into a house. She walked inside, and the others followed her in to wait for news of what lay ahead.
At that moment, although uncertainty and danger abounded, their hearts held even more trust in their friends and hope for the future.
King Piccolo contacted Cymbal telepathically. "Cymbal... Cymbal... Answer me."
Yet only deathly silence answered him, a silence heavier than any words.
"So he really is... dead."
Cymbal was a child he had endured pain to give birth to, yet he had died after only a few days. King Piccolo's heart filled with fury and resentment. He immediately switched targets, searching for Tambourine through telepathy.
"Tambourine, Tambourine..."
At that moment, Tambourine had already found Bulma's hiding place. His eyes were cold, and the energy in his hand was nearly touching Yamcha's lifeline.
"Yes, my great demon king. I'm proceeding according to plan. There are only a dozen or so martial artists left now."
"Good, you've done very well, but I have some unfortunate news for you. Cymbal, who went to search for the Dragon Balls, has been killed." There was a trace of heaviness in King Piccolo's voice.
"How is that possible!"
Tambourine could not believe the news. His eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.
"Go immediately and eliminate the one who killed Cymbal. I'll give you the location: WSC 2933," King Piccolo continued.
"Understood. I'll go deal with that person now." Tambourine was already prepared to leave.
Then he ended his telepathic communication with King Piccolo and turned to Yamcha, saying coldly, "Consider yourself lucky. I'll let you live a little longer!"
His voice carried disdain and mockery. Then he became a black shadow and flew swiftly toward his destination.