《Dragon Ball: A Better Bulma.》


 1: How to improve a Waifu.

    A person''s life will always be full of thoughts and desires, but it is when we take some time to think about it that we realize that sometimes everything is too much and much simpler.


    Our main character was someone like that, an ordinary person who sometimes, to pass the time or just to take their mind off things, looked for something to entertain themselves with.


    Movies, music, anime, cartoons, books, anything that was not harmful to their body was welcome. After seeing that it was not a good idea to interact with fandoms, they simply decided to consume such products in silence.


    But sometimes fandoms did interesting things, like fanart or animations, and sometimes really good activities came up. One of them caught their attention.


    Upgrading your favorite waifu. How did this dynamic work? Simple, you had to find a female character from some franchise and give her a proper "upgrade" in the context of her story.


    The strange thing was that the thing seemed to be quite elaborate, not only did it have its website, but there were terms and conditions that they didn''t read.


    Also, the rules were a bit rigid, but if you knew how to justify your changes, they were accepted. Yes, you couldn''t just write your power fantasy, because they had an AI to evaluate what you wrote.


    So much effort for something weird, but when you thought about the Furrys spending $2,000 for a drawing of their OC, you knew nothing could stop someone who was really into their business.


    Our protagonist made several of these upgrades and got the hang of it. He made them for Samus, Azula, and Ciri, and then he started making Bulma''s, only this time he wanted to test the limits of the scoring AI.


    First of all, the character''s characteristics had to be identified, so what characteristics could Bulma have? Simple, superior intelligence, tenacity, and beauty, aside from really dominant genetics.


    It sounds simple, but not only did this woman go to Namek or create a machine that could travel between timelines, but she snagged an overly proud prince and bore him two children.


    Then he thought, wouldn''t it be better to enhance those abilities? Sure, he could write that she just made that wish with the dragon orbs, but what would be the joke?


    He remembered the concept of mutants from Dragon Ball, beings who exceeded the expected expectations of their species and stood out from the rest, he could make Bulma something like that until he thought about the fate of the humans in the series.


    Humans were weak, but they knew Ki was far more advanced than other species, had various techniques, and could even reach respectable heights of power in the universe.


    A human with 10,000 power units was unheard of, which made him an exceptional warrior in the galaxy, but in the end, it didn''t matter in the face of beings of other species or those true cosmic monsters.


    If a human with a lot of effort, resources, and opportunities had a remote possibility of reaching 10,000 units of power, a high-class Nino of the Saiyan race, for example, would gradually reach that power in his adulthood with the right training.


    Or if he belonged to a blessed cosmic species, all he had to do was reach adulthood and he would have double or triple that amount, was it even worth trying to become strong as a human in Dragon Ball?


    How many fanfics aren''t there where the human protagonists want to become Saiyans or have the body of one? Unless you have a cultivation method to become a god, or you wish to be super-adapted like a certain human with a master plan in his backpack.


    No complaints, these characters will have motives, everyone would do similar things when you''re in a universe like Dragon Ball, where you can be cosmic dust and then resurrect without realizing it, of course, if you were born in the right timeline.


    No, you had to make an exceptional Bulma, really good and most of all coherent. Bulma has a fierce temperament, what if she had been a fighter as well?


    So it was time to test the limits of this AI and see how much she could improve Bulma under the AI''s criteria, something that promised to be fun.


    "So, since we know Bulma''s classic attributes as well as her personality, are you familiar with the concept of a mutant in Dragon Ball?" the protagonist wrote in the AI chat.


    "Yes, they are beings that are different in some way from their counterparts in a particular species. For example, Broly would be considered a natural mutant that occurs from time to time among the Saiyans.


    On the other hand, mutants can also be characters that have been changed by certain objects or environments, such as the Beastmen in the Dragon Ball series, who were changed by a certain drug," the AI answered to our protagonist.


    He had already gotten used to the way this AI responded, unlike Chat GPT, which was sure to give him more enumerated examples or even use somewhat odd terms or ones that didn''t quite apply to the series.


    "Well then, do you know the abilities of Vash Stampede and his twin brother Knives?" was part of the question I wanted to ask.


    If there were mutants in Dragon Ball, why not make your waifu one of them? Just in case, let''s make her better than the rest, though I''d have to see if it was possible, it all depended on the answers the AI gave her.


    "I know their abilities, like Plant, beings created by highly technological means, Vash and Knives excel at not being contained. While they cannot generate water or resources like their counterparts, they do have certain special characteristics.


    Not only do they have enhanced senses and reflexes, but they are resistant and have good regenerative capacity, which, although it does not make them heal from an amputated limb, allows them to survive serious injuries that for humans would be fatal.


    On the other hand, both are long-lived, being in a state of youth for perhaps hundreds of years, although it is unknown if they can die of old age, there would be no doubt that this would happen, because, unlike the contained Plants, they are free and lack many of their abilities.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    In addition, each has abilities that could be termed psychic, while Vash can sense a person''s intentions, pain, and emotions, Knives can mentally manipulate others.


    They are also intelligent and have a certain peculiarity, they can deform one of their arms to create a weapon capable of punching a hole in a moon, as demonstrated in the series" When he read that answer, our protagonist smiled.


    In Dragon Ball, deeds like shattering the moon were basic stuff, but that wasn''t what was important, but the fact that Vash did that in the series with a prosthetic arm was not too advanced to say, powerful, but ''simple'' at the end of the day.


    "What if we have Bulma be born with Vash''s abilities? It''s normal for a mutant to have some unique and strange ability. Guldo could even stop time."


    "Justify that," the AI replied, causing the protagonist to mentally prepare his arguments before typing.


    "We can have Bulma born as a mutant with the abilities that Vash possesses, a plant, but unlike him, it will be a gradual thing. As she gets older, since she won''t have a growth spurt like the protagonist, she''ll unlock things like the Angel Arm.


    Let''s say he trains, who knows? He might develop those abilities to go further. To justify her birth, we can say that her father, Doctor Brief, genetically engineered his wife, which is why the woman never ages.


    Therefore, Tights, Bulma''s sister, would also have some genetic advantages, but the special figure in the family would be Bulma.


    Of course, it will always depend on whether Bulma wants to evolve along the path of constant fighting, but it would be an improvement to have our waifu always younger, smarter, and more active in the plot with her new abilities, wouldn''t it?" the protagonist felt something strange at this point.


    The AI hadn''t responded to him, so he checked his modem, maybe his Internet was down or something, but everything was fine. Suddenly, a pop-up appeared on his screen, and as he read it, he almost thought it was a joke from some strange moderator.


    [Would you like to assume the identity of the waifu you have upgraded?]


    As a Chinese protagonist of recent years would say, "Is this a fucking joke?" our undefined-gendered protagonist muttered, because their life, or whatever it is, isn''t interesting.


    [No, it isn''t].


    The protagonist was afraid - was he being seen and heard? But his webcam had a black band on it! So he sat down in front of his computer, looking for a way to remove the pop-up, but found nothing, just another message.


    [Your idea has interested certain superior people in the Omniverse who hope to see more fearless beings like you, even Bulma Prime is interested in the things you can accomplish as an alternate version of herself].


    "Wait, what? Dude, you''re going too far with the jokes," it was after saying that everything around the protagonist started to shake.


    The walls became blurred, the space became twisted, the flow of time he experienced became completely distorted, and when he realized what had happened, he found himself in a strangely furnished room.


    The protagonist was sitting on a black couch, and in front of him was what could be called a robot, holding a tablet made of light and constantly touching it while ignoring the protagonist.


    "Uh... Hello?" said our protagonist, making the robot look at him.


    "Ever since we regulated ROBs, illegal systems, and those reincarnation rooms, people have become skeptical, you''re not the only person that makes me bring you here," said the robot with a woman''s voice, and it sounded natural, it didn''t seem to sound mechanical or strange like voices made with AI.


    "I don''t quite understand what you mean, isn''t this something from fanfics?" the protagonist asked.


    The robot''s face crumpled humanely at his words, as if something he said was repulsive to it, something strange in a machine, but this entity seemed to be more than just a cold carcass, it seemed to be alive.


    "Oh yes, fanfics flourished in the turbulent times of the Omniverse. Illegal systems, scam chat groups, those reincarnation rooms that looked like mining companies in third world countries, insanity.


    Fortunately, things have been cleaned up, reincarnations are regulated, and even ROBs report their actions directly to the appropriate officials. You''re lucky, if you were to reincarnate remotely, you wouldn''t want your soul to be manipulated like that, would you?" the Ginoid explained calmly as he approached our protagonist.


    The cold eyes of the machine looked at his body several times before it turned its attention back to their tablet, then it projected a holographic screen showing a character tab, it was Bulma, but if you read the contents, she had the changes they suggested.


    "Your idea was interesting, much better than just putting a giant penis on your waifu for no reason. Poor Lamda, he read so much stupid stuff that he wanted to log off more often.


    Here are the changes you asked for increased intellect, increased stamina, increased longevity, superior empathic ability, and control of vital energy, which in this case would be Ki.


    Enhanced senses, superior reflexes, and you forgot enhanced concentration, but I did you the favor of adding that.


    There is also the partial deformation of flesh or the so-called Angel Arm, but this and other special contents are blocked and will only be released when you reach a certain amount of energy.


    This would be your improved version of Bulma, even the original said that with these advantages you could go further than her typical version in the Dragon Ball multiverse, but only if you accept it," the Ginoid explained to him carefully, making the protagonist think about the situation he was in.


    "Does that mean that I will be reincarnated in the Dragon Ball world? Will I lose my memories? Do I have to accomplish some mission or something?" he asked, if he learned anything from reading such plots, it was that he shouldn''t trust.


    "That''s why I hate the outer gods so much, they''ve done so many stupid things that the reincarnates don''t believe us anymore," the machine sighed as if it was tired of similar situations.


    "Yes, you will be reborn in Dragon Ball as this ''improved'' Bulma. Your memory won''t be lost, but you won''t be affected, that is, you will grow up as a normal woman, unaffected by your previous memories, that is the standard mechanism of reincarnation.


    But do not worry, you will not die so young. You will live your whole present life on Earth, you will forget this situation, and when you die, you will remember all this, so you will know that your new adventure has begun.


    You don''t have to do anything, you could even continue to live as the rich and carefree Bulma and ignore everything that happened because you are not going to a fictional world, but to a real one.


    You are not obliged to follow the ''canon'' as Bulma, you can be whatever you want", this explanation calmed the heart of our protagonist, who decided to accept it.


    "Well, since you''ve mentally accepted it, there''s nothing to say, live a good life," the Ginoid, having gotten the protagonist''s mental approval, quickly pressed her tablet, so that she was soon alone in this room.


    "This is getting more and more annoying, maybe I should ask that many-eyed guy for a bribe, his kids did a lot of shit in the chaotic era," the robot muttered before sending a message to a certain sleeping outer god.


    "Ah, I''ll go check out the reincarnated show, the season finale is coming up, that was certainly one of the best shows, all thanks to me of course," the gynoid said before sitting down on the couch and opening an app on her tablet.


    The app was a streaming service, and none of the programs were special, showing a boy with a huge sword and a giant energy snake behind him, fighting unidentified enemies.


    "Come on Seone, make me a lot of money!"


    Thus began the adventure of an enhanced Bulma.

 2: Rebirth!

    After their life ended in old age, our protagonist clearly remembered what happened on that particular day, although perhaps because of their advanced age, unlike their younger self who was extremely nervous, the protagonist viewed this opportunity with calm but also with joy.


    Being reborn was far better than the absolute nothingness that is death! Because for a brief moment, before she could see the light again, she was plunged into absolute darkness, the worst thing? She knew that she was not alone.


    But good! She had been reborn as Bulma Brief, one of the brightest minds in all of Dragon Ball, and although it may not seem like it, she is one of the key plot points of this world.


    However, she wouldn''t be like a typical reincarnate who didn''t take her rebirth seriously, thinking that simple foresight or knowledge of the canon would keep her safe. She didn''t care about the original story at all.


    Yes, there was an evil egg on Earth and a galactic emperor in the universe, so what, she had advantages! She was no longer just a powerless human who would be defeated in a few years by guys who could destroy cities with a single breath.


    No, she would reach for the stars, metaphorically and perhaps literally. Perhaps because of her different genetics than a normal human, Bulma could perceive the world around her very early on.


    She was "aware" of herself from the moment an unscrupulous nurse spanked her after she was born, causing her to instinctively cry.


    Poetically, her first real breath in this world is also little Bulma''s first flash of true self-awareness, but normally no one would notice something like that, we just forget that Bulma''s family isn''t normal.


    "Mom! Look, the baby is looking around," a little blonde girl touched baby Bulma''s cheek, her eyes full of curiosity at her younger sister''s actions.


    "That means she''s very smart, right, dear?" said a blonde woman lying on the bed in what seemed to be a hospital room.


    She was holding little Bulma, who was constantly teased by her sister, causing the baby to frown. But her expression only made her older sister more amused.


    "She''s smart, she''s my daughter," said a young man with long blue hair, dressed in a white robe and a strange black cat that wouldn''t leave his shoulder for some reason.


    "Of course she is, and she will be a lovely lady in the future," the blonde woman cradled her daughter, stroking the baby''s sparse blue hair, inherited from her father.


    "Bikini, don''t spoil her like you did with Tights," the man said, regretting that he hadn''t supervised his daughter''s growth.


    Although Tights, his eldest daughter, had inherited certain special traits from her modified genetics and was more intelligent than the general population, she was strongly influenced by her mother. Now the girl has strange ideas about exploring the world to write novels.


    Sometimes Dr. Brief wondered if it was right to marry Bikini until he noticed his wife''s huge tits and realized that even though he was considered a man of science, he couldn''t escape male instincts.


    "What are you going to name her?" asked Tights, who had stopped teasing her sister, now she was curious what kind of name to give her.


    "Bulma, of course, what else?" Bikini replied quickly, stroking her daughter''s little nose, and making her laugh.


    "Ok..." Dr. Brief wanted to smoke, he loved his wife and daughter, but sometimes he felt that he didn''t have much to talk about with them, he just hoped that Bulma would be different.


    Well, the differences came quickly. Dr. had a routine of running routine tests on his family to monitor their health and genetic interventions. His forte was mechanics and software, but as a genius, he was able to make certain subtle changes to their DNA for himself and his wife.


    Who wouldn''t want better health and beauty? Although he kept only the health benefits, he made his wife beautiful until she died. No wrinkles will appear on Bikini until she dies because of his interventions.


    He did not delve too deeply into this field either, genetic stability was not a game, and he was not the ultimate expert in this field to tamper with it recklessly, although as an experiment he did introduce some change in both himself and his wife.


    A change that was not active and that was to be passed on to his children, who could easily accept and integrate it due to the malleability of an embryo''s genes. That''s why Tights was smart, and that''s why he was about to experience a miracle.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    As a renowned scientist with his own company and thousands of patents behind him, he knew some interesting things about the world. For example, he knew that it was a strange drug that turned many people into anthropomorphic animals.


    Many animals had superior intelligence, even if they did not speak, not to be confused with real animal people, those who could speak, but there were certain "wild" animals with apparent intelligence.


    He had also gotten a strange ball that was supposed to be part of a set that if you put them all together would allow you to make a wish, although he didn''t believe much in it, the object was beautiful to him and he kept it somewhere.


    He knew of the Red Ribbon, a supposedly anti-government army, but one that operated mostly in remote places and rarely intervened in large housing developments.


    He also knew about the supposed martial artists and their ''prowess'', as well as the supposed god of martial arts, someone who was said to be over 200 years old, something he didn''t believe in...


    "If this data is correct, Bulma will live at least 500 years," Dr. Brief said as he looked at a screen.


    His amazement was such that he ignored the pain from the ash of the cigarette he was smoking, but the results he had in front of him were so shocking that if they were real and not a malfunction of his equipment, they would truly be a milestone.


    Just to be sure, and in keeping with his scientific rigor, he checked his machines and ran the same tests several times with different equipment. He even had a flash of inspiration and improved his analysis technology, but only got much more detailed data, which made his astonishment even greater.


    What did the doctor see? Simple, the results of his youngest daughter''s analysis, which showed different values than normal humans, it was as if nature had taken the genetic advantages and perfected them, improving them to something he could not achieve with his poor gene editing skills.


    If it weren''t for the fact that his daughter was barely a day old, he would have put her through strenuous physical activities to gather more data, or perhaps given her an extensive intelligence test to prove his findings.


    "A natural mutant, born of the artificial..." muttered Brief, amazed at what he had found.


    Mutants were a subject he had encountered many times during his studies of genetics, he had even seen people who, without any training or technological advantage, could do things no one else could.


    "Hahahahahaha! She''s perfect... but I can''t let anyone try to reproduce these things, this is a unique miracle and it would put my daughter in danger if someone got twisted ideas!" the doctor''s eyes glowed with determination.


    He knew that there were some good-hearted scientists in the world, but there were some who were truly evil, like the famous Dr. Gero, who no matter how infamous he was, still published his articles on robotics and genetics.


    Ironically, the modifications he made himself were inspired by those articles, but for that very reason, he understood just how evil this man, who was rumored to accept funding from anyone, no matter how antisocial, could become.


    "Maybe I should develop some useful things for them," the man muttered before he stroked the black cat on his shoulder to calm it down.


    Bulma, who didn''t know that her father was very worried about her, enjoyed her lunch while experiencing some wonderful situations. Without much effort, she seemed to feel the deep love her mother had for her, as well as the smoldering interest of her sister Tights.


    ''I seem to be able to feel my mother''s and my sister''s emotions on a small scale,'' thought the baby, who enjoyed being breastfed.


    Yes, she realized that her empathic abilities were beginning to manifest, and even though it was only a small range, it allowed her to truly feel what others felt for her.


    ''But it''s risky, I don''t want to be a puppet of other people''s emotions,'' Bulma thought, reminded of certain empathic characters in fiction.


    She didn''t want to be a virgin Mary like Steven Universe or a broken puppet that was an amalgam of emotions like Jean Gray, nor did she want Vash''s psychological traumas, so moderating her ability was crucial.


    "Mommy! I want some of your milk, too!" said Tights, watching curiously as her mother fed her little sister.


    "Sorry honey, all the milk is for your sister Bulma, you don''t need it, you have teeth," Bikini replied calmly.


    Although many thought she was stupid, she was not. A foolish woman wouldn''t go as far as she did, she was just a little naive and clueless, but what could not be denied was the love she had for her family.


    "Okay, can I feed Bulma mashed potatoes?" Tights wanted to feed her sister like her mother did, but the only thing she could think of was to feed her mashed potatoes because it was obvious that Bulma had no teeth.


    "She''s too little for that, but soon she can, she''ll grow up big and strong, all ladylike," Bikini burst out laughing as she started to imagine the hairstyles and clothes she would put on her daughter when she grew up.


    Bulma''s good taste in the original story was something she learned from Bikini, who, though not a great scientist like her husband, was a renowned fashion designer.


    Do you think Brief would only marry a vase, he was lustful, not a fool! She was in charge of making the Capsule Corporation''s products eye-catching and taking care of the company''s marketing, otherwise, everything would look very mechanical, and not attractive at all.


    "Then I want her to grow up," Tights replied, a little bored.


    "Soon, but you have to take advantage now, maybe I won''t let you touch her cheeks in the future," Bikini commented, making her daughter smile.


    "Her cheeks are soft!" the girl exclaimed, startling her father who had just entered the living room.


    "Are they soft?" the doctor asked doubtfully.


    He hadn''t spent much time with her newborn daughter, not even holding her. To correct that, he even decided to take a bath before approaching, he didn''t want his daughter to smell his cigarette breath.


    "Yes, do you want to hold her? I''m done feeding her," Bikini offered the baby to her husband after making Bulma burp with gentle pats on her back.


    Brief held his daughter awkwardly, he wasn''t very used to it and was afraid of dropping her, but when he saw his daughter''s eyes riveted on him, he felt that he couldn''t let anything happen to her.


    "My dearest Bulma," the man whispered as he rocked his daughter, but he also sat down next to Tights because he wanted to spend time with both of them.


    He would not neglect them for any reason and if someone tried to take them away from him, he would suffer. His desire for protection caused a certain galactic patrolman to go about his routine duties to sneeze.

 3: Wait, Photosynthesis!?

    "Physical test diary on Bulma Brief, my daughter. How should I approach this first entry? I just don''t know how to react to the results I got.


    From the tests I ran on her, I knew she had an enhanced metabolism, as well as much slower aging than a normal human, and since she was a baby, her physical condition was as good as a young adult, but she showed no deterioration or premature aging.


    Other tests indicated the presence of abilities not available to a normal human. Not only is she able to digest food very efficiently, but her body distributes nutrients in a very optimized way.


    She leaves almost nothing behind, so the usual "waste" of a human is rare, all because her body assimilates almost everything she eats, as long as it is organic.


    I tried giving her mushrooms, which cause mild irritation when eaten, but she showed no change she found them "rich" and now constantly asks me for more of that type of food.


    Watching your two-year-old daughter eat things that would cause a normal person severe physical discomfort without showing any change opens your mind to new possibilities. Also, her intelligence is another fascinating detail.


    Bulma not only walked and ran before she was a year old, but she started saying her first words at only two months old. At two years old, she already had more than enough language, so I taught her to read.


    She absorbs knowledge very quickly, so she cooperated very well with me in these physical tests. She has a physical condition superior to that of a child of her age, everything related to her body could be considered ''superior''.


    But to my surprise, when we went to the beach one day and were constantly exposed to the sun, Bulma did not claim to be hungry and even refused to eat because she had no appetite.


    My daughter photosynthesizes" Brief stopped typing on his computer, the cigarette he was smoking was long gone, and his black cat rested on his shoulder as usual.


    The man was truly fascinated by his daughter''s abilities, and it filled him with a sense of pride. After all, he was a father who wanted the best for his offspring, and he had succeeded.


    "Dad, what is photosynthesis?" Bulma, who had been playing with some building blocks in her father''s lab, approached him and read the word on the screen.


    ''What do you mean, I''m doing photosynthesis!!!? Vash didn''t do that, and I''m not a Namek...'' Bulma thought, curious about the ''new'' knowledge or concepts unknown to a girl who had barely learned to read.


    Well, maybe because of her superior intelligence, she liked to learn new things. That''s why she was in her father''s laboratory, sometimes she could see interesting things or how the man worked.


    She was like a sponge, absorbing everything she could, even if she couldn''t use it at the time because of her young age, she got used to the electronic equipment and machines available in the lab.


    "Oh, it''s a natural process by which plants get their food from the energy of the sun and water," Brief explained very simply and succinctly, but the explanation was enough to give her daughter an idea.


    "But I don''t want to eat sun! I want to eat red mushrooms like in the video game!" cried little Bulma, making her father smile.


    "Okay, but remember, you''re not going to grow up out of nowhere just by eating mushrooms," the man replied, knowing his daughter''s childish ''thoughts''.


    "Okay! Are you going to teach me something new?" the girl asked, making the man hesitate for a moment before he thought of something.


    "Well, I''ll show you how to make a laser pointer, it''s good for playing with cats," the man agreed, before explaining to his daughter how to make a simple toy.


    It was this toy that would make our young Bulma see a bigger world - weapons were rare in Dragon Ball! Or rather, the situation between the flesh body, Ki defense, and weapons in this world had a strange relationship.


    Still, she was interested in technology in this world where individual power could reach highly destructive capabilities, why? Simple, no matter how good your Ki is and how much you can destroy, technology can perform many functions that simple Ki cannot.


    Not everyone has healing abilities like Dende or Kaio-Shin, but even Freezer had to rely on a healing chamber to survive after being severely injured or resurrected.Stolen story; please report.


    Technology can travel the stars, technology can even "measure" another''s strength, and while the latter can be done with proper Ki training, not every species in the galaxy has the talent or teaching materials to accomplish such a feat.


    Also, let''s not forget that A-16, C-17, and C-18 were created or enhanced with human technology, indicating the great potential of human technology. Let''s not forget the genetic splicing of cells, which would not have been born without science and technology.


    We can also say that it was technology that allowed C-17 to be so strong and talented, ultimately making Universe 7 the victor in the Tournament of Power held under the auspices of two Omni-Kings.


    As night fell, Bulma played with a small black laser pointer that emitted a beam of green light, which she used to play with the black cat that always adorned her father.


    "You can''t catch it! You can''t catch it!" Bulma joked, reveling in the innocence of childhood.


    Many protagonists would live under pressure, wanting to become strong as soon as they were reborn and trying to achieve godhood, but she took it easy. Even with all her parameters beyond what a normal child possesses, she was still a little girl.


    Sure, she would learn a lot and then train her physique, but she couldn''t waste the energy capacity she surely possessed. Although Vash did not destroy any of the moons in the series like Roshi or Piccolo, you must remember that only he and his brother were capable of such attacks.


    They also had to deform one of their arms to achieve such a feat, something she obviously could not do at the moment, but it was more than obvious that she would have much more talent for Ki than a normal human.


    She was beginning to explore this area on her own, and it was not for nothing that Videl was able to do it easily under Gohan''s guidance. Bulma was much more talented than Videl, which is why her left hand had a strange glow while she was fiddling with the cat.


    Something that is not mentioned is that Ki has color, maybe it is something the show does to differentiate the characters and make it more spectacular, but Bulma''s Ki was a deep purple.


    The palm of her hand glowed with a purple light that just emitted a glow, no lightning, explosions, or heat, just a glow. But that was already a lot since she was only a child.


    "Wait, my Ki is purple and I photosynthesize, sunlight has ''ultraviolet'' light... ah, subtle," Bulma said quietly, amusing herself with her nonsense.


    She didn''t know the flying technique, not that it was easy to shoot a ki beam, she needed more control for that. In that sense, she envied Pan. Not only could the girl fly as a baby, but she had so many experts in energy control at her side to guide her.


    What kind of experts were there at that time? The perverse Master Roshi, the vain Master Tsuru, and his brother Tao Pai Pai, who was a murderer. There was also Gohan! But Grandfather Gohan, a student of Roshi and possibly knowledgeable about Ki.


    Why didn''t the old man teach Goku as a child? Perhaps by treating him as a normal human, he wanted to wait until the boy was of an appropriate age before training him until he was tragically crushed and possibly eaten by his grandson in Ozaru, or Giant Ape form.


    ''Should I help the old man raise Goku? It would be better to have a more reasonable Goku, even if his innocence can never be taken away, he was born with it,'' Bulma thought, remembering a few things.


    From what she knew of Dragon Ball Minus, Goku is a gentle Saiyan like his mother, but with the fighting tendency of his father, basically the best of both sides.


    She believed that his constant blows to the head did not change his personality much, just erased his memories of his early childhood, which was very sad in a way, and maybe his ''wild'' attitude before the blow was because he knew he was alone, not seeing his mother or father for a long time.


    So one could understand why his temperament "changed", no, he simply forgot the reasons that made him an unruly child. Also, Saiyan children spend time in an incubator, which could accelerate their physical and cognitive development, which would explain their memories.


    But Bulma was born in 733 and Goku in 737, with the story now in 735, it would be three years before Goku would travel to Earth after the inevitable destruction of his home planet.


    ''And I''ll see Jaco'' Bulma finally remembered this strange character who "came out of nowhere" in Dragon Ball, although chronologically she would meet him when she was five years old and even help him repair his ship together with her father.


    Bulma turned off the laser pointer and looked at her hand, the violet energy was behaving erratically, but when she focused her attention on it, it gradually turned into a sphere the size of a tennis ball.


    "This doesn''t have any power, but it looks pretty," the girl said.


    The glow in her hand attracted the curious black cat, who jumped at the girl''s hand, distracting Bulma and causing her Ki to turn into motes of light. The animal''s claws tried to catch the little lights, but they simply vanished into thin air.


    "Ok! You''re going to help me train," Bulma gave a small clap and approached the cat, gently grabbing it by the belly.


    Though the animal tried to free itself, it didn''t scratch Bulma, it just used its paws to try to pull away from the little girl''s fierce grip, but she had the strength of an adult at only two years old, how could it break free?


    The black cat could only resign himself, his eyes fixed on Bulma''s excited face. He was just waiting for an opportunity to escape, but he didn''t know that the girl already had a plan.


    Bulma wanted to train not only her Ki control, but also her multitasking ability and her resistance to interference, so she used the laser pointer she made with her father to annoy the black cat, thus fulfilling her two purposes at once.


    Ki is referred to as the life force in all living creatures, and Bulma''s constant use of this energy only made her physical condition grow, but so did her mental aspect.


    Though simple and not very ''malleable'' unlike other types of energy in the Omniverse, Ki was an energy that integrated physical, mental, and spiritual aspects all at once, it was quite balanced, though it usually emphasizes its more destructive aspect.


    It might not be able to do a thousand miracles like Chakra or Nen, but Ki made Bulma grow much better than her other counterparts, and adding her natural advantages, she was destined to be one of the best Bulma variants out there.

 4: First weapon.

    Bulma had learned everything she could for three years, which was a lot. Not only did she constantly follow her father to learn about technology, but she also dabbled in other areas that appealed to her.


    Sure, she wasn''t exposed to great things, but with the resources she had, she began to experiment and create things on her own. For example, she built a small drone that resembled the appearance of a spider, it was not useful and was more like a toy.


    But she was the one who built it from scratch, programming the control software and printing the materials with 3D printers. Her father was happy about this, even though her mother told her to make things "prettier.


    In her obsession, she made an overly realistic spider that was very uncomfortable to look at for anyone with arachnophobia. Hence, her mother told her that if she wanted to use it as a toy, she should make it much cuter.


    By the way, while Bikini didn''t teach Bulma outrageous things like putting on makeup under her father''s care, she did teach her to have a proper fashion sense, which will make Bulma never stick to the same old look.


    On the other hand, she became more and more sensitive to her own Ki and could even use it for some simple operations. She realized that every time she improved her control of this energy, her empathic abilities grew.


    Bulma could sense the feelings and emotions of not only humans, but also animals, and the range of this ability had grown to 20 meters.


    With this, she was able to communicate better with some animals, which helped her train her distraction and multitasking skills. She also tried to look for something related to martial artists, but except for videos of those past tournaments, she didn''t find much.


    In general, martial artists lived apart from society, at least in that era. It used to be normal to see several dojos in the same city, but now if you wanted to learn real martial arts, you had to go to a hermit master in some remote place.


    But this did not discourage her, she knew there were masters she could learn from in the future, even if Roshi refused to teach her for some reason, she had money to hire Tsuru or his brother, both of whom were more accessible to material goods.


    Visit Karin''s tower and Kami? Haha, unless you had the express permission of the owners of those places, you could only take the tests obediently, like climbing Karin''s Tower with your own body.


    Still, Bulma wasn''t in too much of a hurry, she was good at this Ki thing, and since she knew that meditation could help a lot, she had tried it. There was nothing esoteric about meditating, anyone with a little patience could do it, and it was her achievement that allowed her to vaguely sense other people''s Ki.


    This ability was interesting, and tied in very well with her empathy, since even though it was vague at this stage, it served her very well in identifying people. Not only that but by learning someone''s specific signature, it became so familiar that she didn''t have to struggle with it afterward.


    Each person''s Ki also showed some characteristics of its owner. For example, Bikini''s Ki was ''happy and sunny'', while her father was ''serious''. This explained why it was possible to tell by feeling the Ki if someone had committed evil acts for pleasure or murder.


    Then she understood why Krillin was frightened when he sensed Freezer. His amount of Ki was not only huge but it was filled with darkness, sin, and death. How many people did Freezer kill? Well, the number must be huge.


    At this point, it was easy to understand that Ki, as an energy involved in the basic aspects of a being such as body, mind, and soul, had a lot of influence on a person.


    If she suddenly went crazy and started killing people, her soul might not be much different from that of an evil demon, after all, darkness would color her being. But the nature of Bulma''s Ki was interesting.


    Perhaps influenced by her abilities coming from the plants, Bulma''s Ki was "soft and radiant" it shone too brightly. But it also felt comfortable, and after a coincidence, it was discovered that it had a healing ability.


    Yes! Bulma''s Ki helps to heal wounds and could probably be derived into a technique to heal her allies in battle. Not only that, but her Ki seemed to be very beneficial to plants and animals.


    When she meditated in the courtyard of her mansion, small animals would approach her and flowers would grow around her, as if nature itself wanted to be radiated by her.


    The plants in Vash''s world were beings that could produce energy and resources, even water on a desert planet like the one in the series, so it was obvious that she had at least partially inherited this beneficial trait for the environment.


    "But I never expected something like this," Bulma muttered as she crouched in front of a flower in her mother''s garden.


    Normally, this would be a normal sight, but the little girl''s face was a little tense as she watched the strange flower, a sunflower, only it was much larger and had eyes as well as a mouth.


    Also, the sunflower kept moving back and forth, especially towards Bulma, so she had to push it back, but the plant kept insisting on invading the girl''s personal space.


    This was a flower similar to the famous sunflower from Plant Vs. Zombies. Why did this happen? Simple, Bulma wanted to experiment and irradiate one of her mother''s sunflowers with her Ki for several weeks until it changed into this.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Dragon Ball was a manga world, yes, there is seriousness and stuff, but the basis of Dragon Ball was always humor. Also, there is a lot of weird stuff in this world, but for something like this to happen, Bulma was stunned.


    The idea of destroying the flower, this sunflower, she had gradually become very attuned to nature, sure, she would have no qualms about fighting or killing if necessary, but she didn''t want to end an innocent, sentient life if she didn''t have to.


    Yes, sentient. Although plants are living beings with a certain kind of sensitivity, when we say sensitive, we mean low intelligence, similar to that of an animal. This plant in front of her had primitive emotions like a normal animal.


    "Well, since you''re here, do you make sun balls?" asked Bulma seriously, but it was obvious that the sunflower did not understand her, it had barely gained parts like eyes, how could it even understand language?


    But this gave Bulma a clear answer, she should not radiate her Ki to normal life if she was not responsible for her changes. Still, she would like to test if her Ki would be beneficial to others.


    Who knows? Maybe she''ll develop a technique similar to Namek''s Grand Guru; since she''s become so much like them, she''d better go all the way down that path of weird techniques, right? Imagine if she was able to increase the potential of the people.


    ''That is a good idea,'' Bulma thought, after her thoughts had reached that point, some ideas came to her mind.


    ''Enhancing the human potential, or at least giving it a broad base. Some ideas might be feasible in this strange world and I don''t want to rely on Dragon Balls, at least the current ones can''t be of much use to me,'' Bulma continued to think.


    She was truly a genius, and her mind went a mile a minute, so certain ideas came to her as a plan began to form in her mind. Sure, she had to be careful with her idea, but if it was useful, her support for future Z-warriors wouldn''t just be for logistics from behind.


    "Looks like Mom''s garden is going to get weirder and weirder in the future," Bulma said, looking at the apple tree in the distance, ready to try out one of her ideas.


    She wanted to improve a tree that would bear fruit with benefits, they didn''t have to be explosive like the Divine Tree of Turles, but a fruit that would help restore some energy or heal wounds, or better yet, that could be used as a training supplement, would certainly be a miracle.


    Of course, Bulma had to be honest with her family that day about her abilities, or at least the ones they didn''t know about, and she even showed them the strange sunflower, getting a special surprise at that moment.


    "It''s so cute when it sleeps!" said Bikini, stroking the sleeping head of the mutated sunflower.


    "I wasn''t expecting this, I was looking all over town for inspiration, and the most interesting thing was so close to me," Tights muttered, looking at her younger sister in awe.


    She already knew that her sister was different from the others, but purple energy? Feeling emotions? Turning sunflowers into cute creatures? This was a mine of inspiration and fantastic stories!


    Tights'' eyes sparkled as hundreds of ideas on how to write an excellent story based on her younger sister blossomed in her mind, she only regretted not having her notebook handy, but she was a genius in a way, she would not forget those sparks in her mind.


    On the other hand, Dr. Brief held between his fingers a ball of golden light that radiated a faint warmth that he had found next to the sunflower, and it made him realize that the change that Bulma had made to the plant was much more than just a change in appearance.


    Was it condensed solar energy? He didn''t know, but just holding it in his hand felt good, although he would never be able to withstand its danger, even if it looked very stable.


    "Dad! Can I have this little sun? I''ll make a beam weapon out of it," Bulma said, looking at the ball of light in her father''s hand.


    As silly as it may sound, the laser weapons in this world were broken, they could even pierce the body of a Goku who had reached godhood in a way.


    Sure, it was more than obvious that he was untransformed and exhausted after his fight, but this situation not only explained more than it seemed about the relationship between Ki and physical enhancement, but it also said that even at such a high level, a good laser beam could work wonders.


    Besides, she had wanted to build a beam weapon for a long time, for these stages where no enemies were coming from the stars or out of nowhere, a weapon was vital to survive in this world where a flying dinosaur could grab you if you were out in the open.


    She would go on adventures when the time was right, she wasn''t against that, but she wanted to have more ways to defend herself than just her strength, after all, she wasn''t as honorable as the Z-Warriors.


    She would cheat, sneak attacks, and if necessary, she would use her status as a beautiful woman to look for opportunities. She also wanted to take the technological aspect further than just providing support.


    Though not ''canon'', the beating that Metal Cooler gave to Goku was strongly impressed on her, and that was simply a copy made with technology. So having a power source as good as concentrated sunlight was irresistible to Bulma''s little mind.


    "It''s okay, just be careful," the Doctor had always been a carefree man, and although he paid more attention to his daughters than his other versions in the multiverse, that carefree attitude had never changed.


    Also, he will be there to watch over his daughter as she makes this weapon and give her some ideas if needed, so a few days later, the most terrifying weapon known to her daughter''s future enemies is born.


    Bulma held a revolver-like weapon in her hand, similar to the one Vash used in his series, only this weapon was very "special". Perhaps because little Bulma decided to constantly radiate materials with her Ki, this weapon was connected to her.


    A weapon that was connected to her like the blasters used by Freezer''s Legion, only more special, radiated by the plant abilities she possessed, an object like this would never be created again.


    A weapon that amplifies energy. So ridiculous, but if we consider that it is a unique weapon, that Arale existed in this world, and that it could only be used by Bulma with a support object, it could be understood.


    Probably, Trunks'' sword is similar to this weapon, I mean, this weapon absorbed the energy of the last humans and managed to create a weapon that could wound the body of a truly divine and immortal being.


    Anyway, this only made Bulma interested in how her power could affect matter, because it seemed that not everything reacted specially and not everything changed, otherwise it would not be Ki, but magic.


    For example, the apple tree she had decided to irradiate simply became healthier and more vibrant without showing any change, nor did other flowers in the garden or yard.


    So only a few things could be ''benefited'' by Bulma, but not that this was a bad thing, it just created an expectation and thirst for adventure in the girl, after all, if everything could be manipulated at her whim, everything would be boring.


    Speaking of boring, the boring days ended when certain things started to move, it was the year 738, Goku was several months old, and he would probably descend to Earth, and with him a certain Galactic Patrolman, though the latter would arrive on Earth in 739.

 5: Meeting Jaco and Baby Goku.

    Kakarot, a Saiyan son of Gine, a Saiyan much calmer, gentler, and nobler than the rest of her people, if not for the tail on her lower back and the hairstyle that hasn''t changed since she was born, many would mistake her for a foreigner or a hybrid.


    How could she be with Bardock? Many considered him a living example of the excellence of the Saiyan race, for even though he was born in the lowest class, he was able to rise to the ranks of the most powerful warriors of the species with a not-inconsiderable combat level of 10,000.


    It was strange to see a warrior as fierce and aggressive as he was, who must have destroyed more lives than you or I have ever eaten, but there he was, looking lovingly at his little son in the incubator.


    He had his arm around the body of his mate, Saiyans do not make a habit of ''marriage'', and some are not even good fathers or mothers, so much attention to an ''unqualified'' son like Kakarot was beyond unheard of.


    "Do you think he''ll be okay without us? He''s so... fragile" Even Gine, who worked as a logistics officer and never really left her home planet, had a power of 700 points.


    That wasn''t much for her species, and not that she needed to fight, but it was a hell of a lot more than the meager amount of only 2 power points her son had been born with.


    Sometimes she felt guilty about that. Her son Raditz was born with 300 power points, and because he was Bardock''s son, he was accepted as a follower of Prince Vegeta.


    What would happen to her weak son Kakarot? She did not know. Bardock had returned... strangely after his last missions. He told her about a dragon and orbs, and how he wanted his children to have a good life.


    Was it a good life to send Kakarot to a distant world where he might die? Sure, many Saiyans had that habit, except for a few, almost all members of that race had been sent to different worlds to serve as ''initiation'' for them.


    It was a strange way of filtering out the "weaker" ones, and even if you were lower class, you would be the best of the lower class. How many children did not return home? And while many parents didn''t care about that fact, it was a real thing, many of them died and only a few came back.


    Now Bardock wanted to send Kakarot to a remote and supposedly weak planet just because he had a bad feeling. Did Freezer want to destroy their race? He didn''t know, she only works with meat products, it''s not like she learns many important things.


    "Even if he is fragile, he is still our son and a Saiyan. Even I, who was born in a low class with 50 power points, was able to get this far because of my efforts. Kakarot is a restless child, so he will grow well and become stronger," Bardock said, not taking his eyes off his son, perhaps today will be the last time he sees him.


    Soon after, Father and Mother sent Kakarot to Earth in a rather old spaceship that was no longer in use. A few days later, the entire universe heard the news that an asteroid had wiped out the entire planet Vegeta, killing almost all the Saiyans, and leaving only a few specimens.


    The ship may have gone unnoticed by many on Earth, but not by Bulma, who had waited a long time for this moment. She had trained not only her Ki but also her aim.


    The use of such a weapon might seem silly to some, but by using it, little Bulma even got used to Ki bursts and was able to improve her control.


    She couldn''t do them herself for now, but she had a way to defend herself if the situation called for it. Although she had planned to learn martial arts, she had to wait for the perfect opportunity, and now she had it.


    Seeing an unknown object fall somewhere on Earth, and after ruling out the usual meteors that were constantly passing through the atmosphere, she was able to tentatively confirm that it could be Goku''s ship, or well, Kakarot at this point.


    "I''m not going to let him break his head," Bulma muttered as she took one of her father''s vehicle capsules.


    She pressed the switch and released it into the garden, revealing a rather advanced aircraft for this time, with the Capsule Corp. logo on the sides. For anyone else, the sight of a child approaching such a vehicle would set off alarm bells.


    But who was Bulma? She was a genius! She even learned how to repair these vehicles from her father, so she knew how to drive them. So she deftly launched the airship and headed for the Paoz Mountains.


    This was a generally unexplored and wild region, where there were really dangerous animals even bigger than the rest of the area, but she was not afraid of her adventure.


    It was only during the trip that she received a communication alert from her older sister, and after accepting it, a video call between the two took place. But things got weird as soon as Tights spoke.


    "Bulma! Sis, you really are a genius and a skilled girl, aren''t you? Nobody is prettier and smarter than you~" The series of compliments surprised Bulma a lot, but being used to her mother and sister''s bubbly personality, she managed to adapt quickly.


    "What''s wrong!!! I''m driving a plane!" said Bulma impatiently, causing her sister to stick out her tongue.


    "Bulma, I am your dearest sister, yes?" said Tights, winking at the camera.


    "You''re my only sister, you look like you want something, what is it?" Bulma decided to cut her sister off as soon as possible, or Tights could keep her busy for quite a while with her jokes.


    "Well, if I hypothetically met an alien, and that alien hypothetically saved me from an attack.


    Let''s say I accidentally told him about my super genius sister who could repair his ship and give him fuel, would you do anything to me?" Tights began to babble at a rate that astonished young Bulma, but she did tell her several things.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    First of all, Jaco had already arrived on Earth and met Tights, maybe a little out of time, but the chronology of Dragon Ball could be changed by many factors.


    Having access to Jaco''s ship would greatly improve the technological level of Earth, a scan of it could reveal new alloys, materials, and even weapons and power systems, so it would be a very beneficial thing.


    Especially since Bulma wanted to explore the universe early on, why be passive and expect everything to happen as in the original story? She wanted to explore this vast universe, learn new things, and visit certain places of interest along the way.


    Meeting Namekians or Yadrats would not only be beneficial to her but could help her build a good foundation, as a Chinese reincarnate would say. But they were right, the techniques of those two races were quite good and could serve as inspiration for many other useful things.


    One thing Bulma was interested in was the "Clothes Beam," or the transformation magic that the Namek seemed to have mastered. How many cool clothes could she wear? Well, that was her mother''s training speaking for her.


    But the things that could be done with some magic spells or applications would be quite extensive, especially since they were ki abilities, even if it seems a bit strange at first, magic was simply the micro-manipulation of that energy on an absurd level.


    As a scientific genius and a budding fighter, learning magic could expand her possibilities, and it would also be a good auxiliary tool since she doubted that she was a genius or a monstrous being based on magic like Majin Boo or an insane one like Moro.


    That, and she wouldn''t deny that being able to repair her torn clothes in the middle of a battle was something she wanted. She was a woman, she would inevitably have to expose her bare skin when the fight got intense.


    Since she didn''t want to fight with her breasts in the air, learning the Clothes Beam was more of a necessity. I mean, instead of having her shirt or pants ripped, she could even change outfits during the fight.


    That, and to paraphrase the Chinese protagonists, "Looking cool is the most important thing, no matter if the technique is weak, being handsome is eternal.


    Third, he might be walking around with a power detector that he could borrow, or at least scan, to create a version of his own and use it to explore not only his strength but also some part of the nature of that energy.


    Anyway, Tights seemed to be with Jaco right now, if the somewhat strange movements her sister was making were any indication, so Bulma didn''t want to beat around the bush and was direct.


    "Put the alien on the screen for me," the girl demanded, causing her sister to smile before handing her communicator to Jaco.


    Jaco was exactly what he would look like in the future, holding the communicator awkwardly and seeing that Bulma was only a toddler of about four or five, he made a face and then looked at Tights next to him.


    "She''s just a little girl! How can a little girl help me? And she seems to be in a flying machine, do people let their children fly such things at such a young age? How irresponsible!" the patrolman complained, but that only made Tights burst out laughing.


    "My sister is not like other children! She''s a brilliant mind, she can help you, believe me. Besides, we don''t let kids fly airplanes, but my sister can fix them, maybe she learned and decided to go for a ride," the blonde said with a proud tone in her voice as if she was the one who performed those feats.


    "I''m going to the landing site of what might be a spaceship," Bulma said, not bothering to hide her destination.


    Even though real life can be fucked up sometimes, she trusted her sister and, in a way, Jaco''s trustworthiness, so she wouldn''t hide or lie about her actions, even if they became terrible in the future.


    Bulma''s words made Jaco and Tights stop talking, and even Elder Omori, the old man who had brought the patrolman to town to buy some supplies, looked out.


    "Girls, be careful! That could be the Saiyan I''m looking for. They''re a savage, planet-destroying species. They send children into space to wipe out weak worlds like this one and then sell them, though fortunately, this might be one of the last ones left," Jaco said in a serious tone.


    If the patrolman took his duty seriously, he was someone responsible, his mission was to check if this child would be a danger to this world, and if so, he had the authorization to eliminate it.


    Drastic, but it was true that the Saiyans had a terrible reputation in the cosmos, and behind them was the powerful and ruthless Freezer, the successor of King Cold, they were not pure, calling themselves masters of the northern galaxy, ignoring the authority of the Galactic King and the Galactic Patrol.


    "I don''t mind you, I just want to find the remains of the ship, and if the Saiyan boy you said shows up, I don''t think he''s a threat," Bulma showed her weapon, which she would not hesitate to use if Goku attacked her somehow.


    Sure, it would be at its lowest intensity, but no matter. Jaco and Bulma talked a bit after that. They would wait for her on Doctor Omori''s island and take the young Saiyan with them to be examined, if possible.


    Soon, Bulma landed in front of a small house built deep into the mountain. She was able to locate it because Goku''s ship had landed nearby and smoke was billowing in the sky.


    Bulma turned the plane back into a capsule and stowed it in a small bag that was slung around her waist. She was wearing a navy blue dress and her hair was loose and tousled, but if you noticed, it wasn''t messy.


    At that moment, the door of the house opened and a little boy, no more than two years old, came running out crying. He was naked and seemed to be covered in foam, with a brown tail wagging on his back, giving him a wild appearance.


    The boy didn''t seem to make any noise beyond crying, but when he saw Bulma, he stopped dead in his tracks, which the old man who came out right after him took advantage of to hold him. But the boy kept looking at Bulma as if he wasn''t sure why this person was calming him down.


    "Looks like you''re smarter than everyone thinks, kid," Bulma could tell, Goku was irritated and angry, but not because of what everyone thought.


    Everyone would think that he was just being wild and brutal like the Saiyan, that he didn''t even want to take a bath, but Bulma could sense the emotions of others, so she could feel young Goku''s emotions.


    There was anger, there was annoyance, but most of all, there was a deep sadness, why, she didn''t know, but when she thought about it, the boy must miss his parents, or at least his mother, who always spent time with him. For Bulma felt the thrill of longing in the child.


    "Oh, are you lost, child? This place is dangerous for little ones like you," the old man finally said after he noticed that Goku in his arms was not throwing a tantrum.


    "I came here in an airship, I have three purposes for being here. First, I came because of the possible crashed spaceship nearby, you should know about it.


    Second, I came because of the child in your arms, someone wants to see him for certain reasons, and third, I came to ask for your training, Son Gohan. As a student of the strongest man in the world, Muten Roshi, you are famous among connoisseurs," Bulma didn''t want to lie or hide, Ki users as old as Gohan would surely notice her little games.


    Besides, why lie? She came with that attitude. She didn''t want to get close to Roshi, not because he was a pervert, but because she had the feeling that he wouldn''t train her for no good reason.


    Gohan could not only help her but also soften her relationship with the currently strongest human in the world. She even planned what kind of ''magazines'' to give to the old man so that he would not be so picky.


    "Hm... then come in, looks like we need to talk for a while," Gohan noticed the gun in Bulma''s hand that the girl never let go of, but sensing no threat in her words or actions, he decided to invite her in.

 6: Son Gohan, Son Goku.

    "From your looks, I can tell you''re a rich little lady, so excuse the austerity of my house," Son Gohan said after Bulma sat down on a wooden chair.


    The house was straightforward and rustic. Son Gohan had lived like a hermit for the last few years. It didn''t even seem to have electricity or television, but maybe because of that, it was cozy.


    "Don''t worry about it," Bulma didn''t care how ''old-fashioned'' this place was, it wasn''t like she was a spoiled or pompous girl.


    Besides, she understood that simple luxuries or entertainment were unnecessary for people like Son Gohan, who could do things normal people couldn''t do.


    Money? Gohan has access to every rare animal or plant in the Paoz Mountains. Even a 10- or 20-year-old herb used in traditional medicine is literally at his fingertips, which would bring a great deal of monetary benefits to anyone.


    Exotic food? There were rare and dangerous animals nearby that you wouldn''t see in the city, and a little trip by the old man could get him prey that others would have to spend thousands or millions to enjoy.


    Do you think anyone can hunt a dinosaur or catch a fish as big as an adult? Only martial artists can do that, an ordinary person would have to waste a lot of resources, and sometimes it''s not worth it.


    However, in the future, as these species become less common and technology becomes more accessible and powerful, this business will be profitable, although the enemy will not be the animals, but a certain android who wants to be a ranger.


    Gohan held Goku in his arms, who was unusually calm, watching Bulma constantly and even letting out some childish laughter.


    "The little one likes you, he''s calm just looking at you. It was a pain to feed and bathe him, he looks like a wild cat," Son Gohan joked.


    "I think so, he''s in a bad mood, and considering what I heard before I got here, I can guess why," Bulma said.


    She didn''t know why Goku had calmed down when he saw her, but it could be because of her ''aura''. Her Ki was heavily influenced by nature, and Goku was only a slightly altered Saiyan at this point, which would explain her reaction.


    "Can you explain? I guess since you came to look for a spaceship and to look for it, you must know part of its origin, right?" Gohan asked, and although he seemed as relaxed as before, there was a worried tone in his voice.


    Gohan liked this boy, whom he had found and named himself. He had no offspring, and although he had ascetic tendencies, as a human, he longed for companionship.


    Not being as bold as his master Muten Roshi to approach a woman younger than himself, he could only confine himself to the tranquility of this place, or at least tranquility for someone of his strength.


    This period of isolation allowed Gohan to understand some of the mysteries of the world, the same mysteries that told him that the girl before him was as incredible and talented as the boy he was holding.


    Was this God''s guidance? He didn''t know, sometimes he even wondered why he felt the need to go into the impact zone of the spaceship, but whatever it was, he knew that his actions were giving back to the world, even if he didn''t know the future impact.


    This sounds very metaphysical and very "cultivation shit," but for martial artists like Gohan, power is not everything, but understanding and state of mind.


    You could say that at a certain point, Gohan''s mind was at peace and had reached a certain level of spiritual enlightenment, it didn''t improve his strength, but sometimes that''s not everything, right?


    In fact, in terms of mentality, he had surpassed his master, Muten Roshi, who was very susceptible to distraction when women were present. Too bad that Gohan is limited by his age, or his strength would increase tremendously.


    This kind of understanding was something that many martial artists longed for, but could never achieve in their lifetime. Because of this, Gohan had grown fond of the child in his arms, whom he named Goku.


    He wanted to pass on his ideas to him, feeling that his new understanding of martial arts and Ki would be momentous. Too bad that in many Dragon Ball parallel universes, Gohan always died before he could pass on his knowledge.


    Sure, he could do it in death, but except for the privileged Goku in the future, the dead were forbidden to intervene in the world, if at all, they could only make a one-day visit, which wasn''t enough time for many things.


    "Simple, this child is one of the few ''Saiyans'' left in the entire universe. Their planet was destroyed by an asteroid a long time ago. They are a warrior race that exterminates life on planets to sell them, so they send their children to other worlds.


    A Galactic Patrolman is here to evaluate him, to know if he is a danger to this world because he possesses a power that, if true, could not be overcome. As far as I know, when this race sees the full moon, they become an Ozaru, or giant monkey, with devastating power," Bulma quickly summarized the information Jaco had given her, causing Gohan to look at her in disbelief.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Can this little thing wipe out all humans?" Gohan asked with a hint of ridicule as he carried Goku and displayed him in front of Bulma, causing the little boy to burst out laughing.


    "Look at him, he''s so cute and innocent, just a little wild, he doesn''t seem to be part of a murderous alien race," Goku''s laughter brought a smile to Gohan''s old face, who felt that finding Goku was the best thing he had ever done in his entire life.


    "I''m just telling you what I''ve been taught, it''s up to the patrolman to decide. But I can help you to convince him even more, just..." Bulma was suddenly silent, and although Gohan was practically a hermit at this point in his life, he was not someone without social experience.


    "I remember you mentioned my teacher, would you like me to introduce him to you? Although I don''t think a girl of your class needs to learn how to fight," Gohan said, this time using his Ki sense to examine Bulma.


    By feeling someone''s Ki, one could know many things without using words. To the old man, Bulma''s presence was, for lack of a better word, ''sunny''. Why would someone''s Ki be so similar to the sun? But it was this sign that brought his ideas to the forefront.


    ''Raw power is not something we should pursue as humanity, but something beyond that, my ideas perhaps... can be tested on this girl first,'' Gohan thought, and his emotions were felt by Bulma, who did not understand why the old man seemed to be pleased with her.


    "Maybe later, but I want to train with you first, I know nothing about martial arts and the energy that warriors use, I only have some ideas that I have explored on my own," Bulma raised her hand and showed a ball of purple Ki that changed into different forms under her control.


    "By the way, you may have noticed my blue hair, but my name is Bulma Brief," Bulma said with a little pride in her tone, only her family could make blue hair so prominent.


    In her hand, animals, plants, tools, and even buildings or confusing geometric figures were transformed using only Ki, and seeing such fine control of energy made Gohan open his eyes for the first time.


    The old man, who had always had a grandpa''s face, now looked expectantly at the seemingly infinite changes of Ki in Bulma''s hands, something so incredible told him one thing: The girl in front of him was a genius! At least, she is in energy manipulation.


    "I will teach you! I will do my best to guide you in the best way and if I cannot teach you anymore, I will take you to my teacher," Gohan said quickly, he did not want Bulma to end up learning from people with malicious tendencies like those from the Crane School.


    Kami-Sama will know what they would teach the girl in front of him, they could even provoke the rise of a terrible monster. This thought, as well as the fact that he wanted to pass on his new ideas about the way a human warrior should go, made him want to teach Bulma.


    "I don''t know much about you martial artists, but according to the novels, a student must present gifts to his master, so mine are simple: I give you a vehicle to travel to the city, and I help you raise the Saiyan boy.


    I will help him pay for his education, and I can even have your house remodeled so that you have proper modern conveniences," Bulma''s words embarrassed the elder Gohan, who had not expected such a thing.


    He still remembered that he only had to give his Master Muten Roshi some racy magazines and that was enough to be taught by him in his Turtle Style. Then she remembered that she had a strange glowing ball with four stars inside.


    It was like a gem, and women like gems, don''t they? With this thought, the old man apologized for a moment and then went to look for the strange ball, leaving Goku on the seat.


    The fidgety boy tried to get off the chair, but Bulma prevented him from falling, but the boy seemed to enjoy her closeness, so he started to laugh and even blurted out some words, which startled Bulma.


    "Plant," the boy babbled, repeating the word over and over.


    "You think I''m a plant, don''t you? What a thing," Bulma muttered as she took some of Goku''s hair from both his head and tail.


    She wanted to run some tests on Goku''s samples, not to create some genetic aberration like Cell, but to understand some of the Saiyan DNA.


    She wouldn''t integrate it into her body, but she wanted to understand the transformation mechanism a bit, maybe it would help her to awaken her physical deformation abilities in advance.


    "Look, I''m giving you this orb as a gift as your master, I don''t have any way to pay for everything you''re planning to do for me and Goku, so this is all I can give you. I don''t know what it''s for, but it looks nice," Gohan said, handing him the four-star ball, something many connoisseurs of the legend would fight for, plain and simple.


    "Thank you, but maybe you should know the story behind it," Bulma said, explaining the legend of the Dragon Balls to Gohan, who seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of a wish.


    "I don''t have much to ask for except for Goku''s growth, maybe to spread my school, but with you here, I don''t need that," Gohan said, sending out a wave of ki with his right hand and drawing a kanji in front of him.


    Bulma recognized it as the kanji for Heaven (Sora), ¿Õ, and with that, she felt that the whole environment seemed to become more... harmonious, so to speak. Gohan, who had a serious face, no longer looked like a carefree old man, but a true warrior.


    "The way I will teach you may be inspired by the school of my master, the Turtle Style, who in turn learned from Mutaito, the man who defeated the Great Demon Piccolo in the past.


    But it is what I have learned, synthesized, and understood over the years, especially during my time in the Paoz Mountains, a way that may not be as destructive as the Crane School but is no less powerful for it.


    The sky contains everything, including the earth, the sky contains everything, including the elements, the sky is everything, including this world. As human beings, we are part of nature, part of the elements, part of heaven.


    Girl, do you want to make your mark in the sky?" Bulma looked at Gohan with some astonishment and some things couldn''t help but come to her mind.


    ''This Dragon Ball world is not as simple as the series or the manga, and that makes it better,'' the girl thought as she repeated the same kanji as Gohan.


    Maybe it didn''t have the same effect as the old man, but the whole house seemed to have better lighting and even felt more comfortable as if the first rays of sunlight were entering the place after a particularly cold night.


    "Yes, I want to make my mark in the sky, I want to reach for the stars," Bulma replied, marking the beginning of a new adventure.


    One where not only the Saiyans will stand out, but there will also be a place for humans to participate in great things.

 7: A message to Kakarot.

    "I guess that would be it, wouldn''t it?" said Gohan with a small smile as he dissipated his Ki. He was too old to waste something that came from his life essence.


    Although he saw Bulma''s talent, he felt that he might be able to take up his master''s offer to get the ''Immortal Herb'', which would allow him to have the strength of a young man even with an aging body. He would let things flow naturally.


    The idea was certainly very tempting, but he had always been more in favor of letting things flow as they naturally are, so when he heard the story of the Dragon Balls from Bulma, he felt no motivation to wish for anything.


    Sure, he could try to wish for something like ''Rejuvenation'', it would certainly allow him to take a step forward, but did that make any sense beyond vanity and lust for power?


    Nor did he know the consequences of making a wish, or that he would have to pay for it. He wouldn''t believe that something as grand and illusory as ''make a wish'' didn''t come with some fine print, it sounded more like a demon whisper than something done by ''Kami''.


    Imagine a world where everyone wants to make wishes on Dragon Balls without even trying. Sure, maybe there are altruistic wishes like healing someone, but who can stop greed from taking over humanity?


    As a martial artist, he has been able to travel more than many people, he has seen so many things, good and bad, so his understanding of human nature was more than obvious, so he felt the need to advise his new student.


    "Little Bulma, let me give you my first lesson," Gohan sat down again and placed the restless Goku on his lap.


    "Good," Bulma took out a capsule and threw it on the ground, transforming it into a small trunk.


    From the trunk, Bulma pulled out a machine that looked like a laptop and worked like one. She built it herself with the help of her father because she plans to travel a lot in the future.


    Having such a useful tool as a computer would certainly make her travels much easier, as well as collecting and processing data for learning or research.


    Now she would use it to record the teachings of her new master. Who says that technology and martial arts practice are unrelated? Before Gohan''s astonished eyes, she sat down again and prepared to write.


    "The young people today are really powerful," the old man murmured, making Bulma smile.


    "What I want to teach you is part of the philosophy of my school, Sora, I already told you how the sky embraces everything, but now I will tell you how it allows everything to ''flow''.


    Everything in nature is cyclical and chaotic, but gradually tending toward order, fractal, but with recognizable patterns. Why do you make that face? I went to college," Gohan grumbled, seeing Bulma''s somewhat stunned look.


    "Science has many truths, you know, I don''t want to fill your head with mystical mumbo jumbo that you won''t understand, that''s the problem of the ancestors. You know very well that I don''t just mean the cloud-filled sky, but the universe itself.


    That is why you need to know about thermodynamics, right? Or at least you''re going to learn it. Anyway, the energy-matter concept is another example of a cycle. What''s the point? I don''t know what Dragon Balls will use to fulfill wishes if anything, but there must be a price for everything.


    If you want strength, you train, if you want to live, you eat and drink, if you want money, you work. Don''t rely on anything you can''t achieve yourself, even if you find a weapon, don''t use it beyond a tool unless you create it and understand it yourself.


    Life has its cycle, you will grow old gradually, so you may be tempted to rejuvenate yourself. But where does this new vitality come from? You don''t know, maybe from the plants around you, maybe from the life of an animal, or maybe from the life of another person.


    Do I make myself clear? I do not deny that you can use the power of the orbs for good, but beware of the obsession and evil that sometimes starts with noble intentions. Many heroes have fallen into darkness because of their good ideals," Gohan''s words hit Bulma hard.


    Even though she knew that it was maybe in the continuity that went on to "Super" and had nothing to do with "GT", she couldn''t help but think about how trivial the Dragon Balls had become and how unscrupulous they had become.


    For the love of Kami, Dragon Ball Super''s Bulma could just create some miracle cream for her wrinkles or her butt, but she chose to make wishes to ''rejuvenate'' herself a bit, something that may be funny to see on screen but makes you think about the mentality of someone who does such things in real life.


    Bulma, not only noted Gohan''s words but also considered them. So she decided to limit the use of Dragon Balls, only for really important situations and not for nonsense like wishing for panties.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    "I understand, Master, I will keep your teachings," Bulma was also glad that her future training would not include too ''esoteric'' things, if Gohan would suddenly talk to her about the Dantian or the Meridians, she wouldn''t know what to do.


    "That''s good, very good," Gohan stroked his white beard with one hand while he held Goku''s head a little tighter, the boy had become increasingly restless.


    "Master, you brought the boy''s ship with you?" Bulma pointed out, causing the older man''s eyes to grow excited.


    "Is he a planet-killing alien, but little Son Goku is innocent, I don''t see any evil in him," Gohan said, but Bulma shook her head.


    "No, I mean maybe his parents left a message for him, his restlessness is because of that... he misses his parents," Bulma then explained her ability to sense emotions to her master, causing him to become serious.


    "Bulma, you are too young to be exposed to such power, it would be good for you to control yourself, it would not be good for an immature mind like yours, it could cause serious identity problems," Gohan advised, receiving a nod from the young woman.


    "I know, the first thing I did was to control this ability, I don''t want to be an emotional monster," Bulma''s little joke lightened the tense atmosphere.


    Gohan then looked at the child in his arms and thought it would be good to try to see what things the little boy''s parents had left behind. Although he loved him like a grandson, he did not want to cut off Goku''s true ''heritage'', but he took it upon himself to raise him on the right path.


    "Then I''ll take you to the place where I found this unruly little guy," Gohan said, standing up and holding Goku by his armpits like he was holding a grumpy cat.


    Although the boy calmed down a bit at the sight of Bulma, his negative emotions took a lot of shape on his face, and eventually, he started to cry in the girl''s airship, which flew to the landing site under Gohan''s guidance.


    "At first, I thought it was just a meteor, you know? And I thought, how cool would it be to make a weapon out of space metal? Like in those legendary stories of the past I read when I was a kid, but I didn''t expect to have a grandson at this age, hahahahahaha!" Gohan recounted with obvious joy in his voice as he ignored the crying child, already knowing that Goku would not stop for a good while.


    "If you want a weapon like that, we just have to gather the materials," Bulma shook her shoulders with her answer.


    A weapon with metal from outer space? With her family''s advantages and the future advancements they would get from scanning Goku and Jaco''s ship, getting asteroids directly from space didn''t seem like a far-fetched dream anymore.


    At this point, their family would become as powerful as a country, maybe more, just like in Super, where they could even just use a force shield and no one would ask unnecessary questions because they recognized the crazy stuff coming out of Capsule Corp.


    Soon they arrived at the place where the ship had landed, which was surprisingly in pretty good shape, and after a check by Bulma, she was able to confirm that many of its systems were functional.


    "Checking and cataloging this thing will be a delight, it even has a built-in power meter, but that''s not what''s important..." Bulma deftly manipulated the ship and obtained a series of records.


    "Coordinates of the planet Vegeta.... Why does it seem like the whole northern galaxy speaks the same language? Anyway, I found what I wanted," after some tinkering, Bulma found a video file, which she converted and transferred to her personal computer, along with all the stored records.


    The ship also had a space map, perhaps overdue for other forces like Freezer''s army, but a treasure for her. Bulma couldn''t help but pat the ship, feeling like it was a gift that had fallen from the sky.


    "Wait, if it fell from the sky..." the girl muttered before she approached Gohan and Goku who was waiting for her a few meters away.


    "Did you find what you were looking for?" asked Gohan when he saw the excited face, who nodded and quickly put the laptop into tablet mode before playing the video.


    Soon, the attention of the three was focused on the images presented on the screen, they could partially see what appeared to be someone''s armor and some distant voices, and then the camera was properly positioned.


    "I hope you get to see this, Kakarot, my son," a man''s voice rang out, the person in the armor stepping back to reveal his full body.


    Tall, with a brown tail on his back that swayed constantly, perhaps from the fear and nervousness he felt, there was a scar on his fierce face, but the smile on his face removed all traces of intimidation.


    The expression on his face, and the way he stood, though they showed that he was a soldier full of blood, also showed that he was a concerned father, the man then looked in a direction from which a much shorter woman, with a similar tail and a kind face, emerged.


    "You''ll see, Bardock, let''s hope so," the woman said with a smile, but her expression showed that she was sad.


    "Kakarot, we are your parents, my name is Gine, and this is Bardock, a proud Saiyajin warrior, just... I apologize for not being able to spend more time with you. I would have loved to play with you when you finally came out of the incubator, but things..." Gine began to cry as she covered her face with both hands.


    Bardock hugged her, put her face on his chest, then looked straight into the camera, as if he wanted to look straight into his son, no matter the distance, no matter the time.


    "Kakarot, you are a proud Saiyajin, I hope you grow up to be worthy of the name, but most of all, I hope you live well. I don''t ask you to take revenge for what happened to us, but if you get the chance in the future, make Freezer pay for what he did to us," Bardock knew that even with his power, he couldn''t take on an entire army, not to mention that Freezer''s strength was unknown.


    But knowing that he would die, he had no doubts, and this fearless spirit seemed to directly affect his son, who watched the images with tears in his eyes, but he no longer cried.


    Bulma and Gohan felt the change in Goku as if the boy had been freed from the sad clouds that constantly weighed on him, and a goofy smile appeared on his tear-stained face.


    Gohan, in particular, felt something else, if the boy in his hand had a restless energy typical of children, now that energy seemed to exude a hint of what he determined to be pride.


    "Grow up well, live well, and if by chance Raditz, your brother, meets you again, I hope you get along," Gine said, smiling into the camera despite her red eyes, and then the video ended.


    "I don''t know where you are now, but I will take care of raising your children in the best way, I promise," Gohan said solemnly, while Bulma put away her computer.


    "Now we have to see the Galactic Patrolman," after a few moments of silence, Bulma spoke.


    It was time to meet Jaco.

 8: Now Im a Big Sister.

    "Master, do you plan to teach Goku martial arts?" asked Bulma as she flew her airship to where Dr. Omori''s island was.


    "Of course, I do, although I had intended to teach him when he reached his teenage years, but with you as an apprentice, I guess there''s no need to wait too long," Gohan replied after thinking about his words for a few moments.


    "You should keep in mind that even if you have a little experience with the aspects of your energy or Ki, we humans are different from other creatures that live in this world.


    Our bodies are not as strong, and our learning of esoteric things like transformation or telekinesis is not as effective as those beings, but we do have one advantage.


    While they only learn standard things or rely only on their talents, we humans gradually sum up what is best for us, and with each generation, the methods become more effective.


    The way our ancestors grew their food was very different from today. Now we can even feed entire cities with millions of people, and that was just a fool''s dream in the past.


    Knowing that Goku is not human and comes from a race that seems to have superior potential to humans, why wait until he is a teenager? According to what I learned today, even a minor child could wipe out a planet like ours.


    Doesn''t that make you want to see what powerful and interesting beings are there? I am too old for this exciting adventure, but you and Goku are not, I hope you can grow together, learn together, and look out for each other when you inevitably encounter more and more threatening beings," Gohan''s words contained a strong expectation, and Bulma squeezed her small hands, feeling for the first time something she hadn''t expected.


    Expectation! Her teacher, who barely knew her, hoped that she would be able to keep up with the monstrous Goku in the future, and although nervous, Bulma knew since she was born into this world that she wanted to do that, but inevitably she had doubts.


    How not to have them when the things that Goku and the other Saiyans will be capable of? Not to mention monsters like Freezer, C-17, Jiren, Hit, Broly, and other outstanding figures among the mortals of the 12 universes.


    "I will be with Goku in the stars!" shouted little Bulma full of energy, her enthusiasm was conveyed by her words and made both Gohan and Goku smile.


    "Bulma," Goku said as he playfully waved his hand at her, obviously having already learned the name of his future teammate.


    "I hope you will take care of him as your younger brother, according to tradition, he should consider you his ''Big Sister'', although, since my generation, that kind of formalism is not used anymore," Gohan explained as he set little Goku down on the floor, who walked awkwardly to Bulma''s side, looking curiously at the shiny buttons on the control board.


    "I guess I''m a big sister now, I never expected this," Bulma murmured, putting her hand on Goku''s head to prevent him from pressing any random button, the boy was restless and curious about everything.


    "Master, could you give me some information about the things I''m going to learn?" asked Bulma curiously, the trip would only take a little more than 20 minutes, so there was no harm in seeking conversation.


    "Hmm, I think you can prepare yourself in advance. First of all, you should know that you have to learn to fight, it''s inevitable. Even though this world is united, things are not peaceful," Gohan reminded with a serious tone, even though the planet now had a king, there were certain dissident and even evil forces entrenched in the world.


    "I know, like the Red Ribbon Army, right? No one knows their purpose, but they seem to haunt some remote places," Bulma mentioned, without saying that the real purpose of that group was the Dragon Balls.


    For what reason? The supreme leader of such a group wanted to make a wish, which was obvious, but the content of that wish only showed the "weird" nature of this world, which only wanted to grow a few inches tall.


    But such a ridiculous wish does not take away from the atrocities they were constantly committing in some villages away from the big cities, where they still lived in a relatively backward manner.


    "Yes, this bunch of idiots... I met them during my travels, if you see them, show no mercy," Gohan advised before continuing with the previous topic.


    "Aside from fighting, I will teach you proper ki control, although you can already create an energy ball, your methods are crude. I will teach you how to meditate, how to train, and how to constantly find ways to improve.


    I will teach you some skills based on the physical and Ki, they are basic but very effective. I will teach you the techniques of the Turtle School, inherited from Mutaito, as well as the secret of my master Muten Roshi''s signature technique, the Kame Hame Ha.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Of course, we must include the secret technique I created." At the mention of the last part, Gohan managed to make Bulma''s eyes glow, and considering the use of Ki in this world, that glow was real.


    "You have a secret technique!" asked Bulma excitedly, not expecting such a thing, and her question only made Gohan nod with a touch of pride on his face.


    "I told you that science and martial arts should not be taken separately, but we should take inspiration from both sides to achieve a sum that leads to a superior result. My technique is simple, it''s called Entropy," the mere mention of the name seemed to make Bulma''s hair stand on end.


    If her master wasn''t bluffing, not only would she be able to develop her techniques in the future, but she would also learn what might become the flagship technique of her part, if it lived up to its name, even if it was only 10%.


    "Don''t get upset, it''s not something devastating or world-ending, in fact I could tell you the concept because it''s not very complicated. It will simply allow you to use 100% of your energy, no waste, regardless of your body''s disadvantages, no one will be able to affect your energy, and you will be the absolute owner of it, so it is very demanding in terms of control and energy shaping.


    Why do you think I am so strong when I am so old? I live in the mountains, you don''t know how many witches or vampires I have encountered in the wild, but this technique has made me immune to them," Gohan said with a hint of pride in his voice, and the excitement in Bulma grew even more.


    There was an interesting situation in Dragon Ball, the warriors could launch ki blasts, but it was rare that these attacks had any use, except for each other''s ''special'' attacks.


    Add to that the fact that many factors could cause their power to drop, and you could understand how powerful this kind of technique was. Even with all the energy control they had perfected for so long, Goku and Vegeta could still suffer from wasted or stolen energy.


    "Master, if I heard correctly, you said ''energy'', not Ki, do you mean all kinds of energy?" asked Bulma after a moment of thought, even putting special emphasis on the word energy.


    "It wouldn''t be a secret technique if it was just Ki control, you get that with experience and time. No, endurance, both physical and mental, can be categorized as the body''s own ''energy'', it also makes it easier to simulate certain phenomena with Ki, for example..." Gohan showed his palm, from which a pinch of Ki emerged.


    Under the Elder''s precise control, this energy seemed to ''vibrate'' and gradually give off heat. It was no metaphor or allusion, the temperature in the airship had indeed risen considerably, the interesting thing was that this sensation seemed to be confined to a small space.


    "Sure, there will always be a loss of energy, no matter how much I say it is 100% controllable, it is a natural law that energy will leak, but imagine controlling the heat you produce, accelerating your opponent''s exhaustion, or you can hinder their movements by lowering the temperature," soon the heat shifted to a biting cold, but just as it came, it vanished.


    Gohan proved with practical facts that Ki could be more than just bursts of energy, perhaps not as specialized as magic, that it could do things like create objects, but using science to cause change with your energy was certainly the perfect way.


    Even though Bulma was worried that Goku would have a hard time this time, when she thought that the boy in the future could replicate the Hakai just by looking once time and that this one didn''t break his head as a child, unlike his counterpart, she had an idea that he might grow up to be a really smart Saiyan fighter outside of fighting or training.


    ''I already worry about him like I was his big sister," Bulma thought with a small smile on her face, she already wanted to have her first training arc, but she had to figure out some things first.


    Like the fact that the island where Doctor Omori lived was already in sight. She had a strong interest in meeting this man, a mere mortal who touched the realm of time with pure technology.


    The academic exchanges she could have with this old man were countless! Especially when she thought that it was probably this man''s technology that had inspired the original Bulma in that sad future to develop the most broken object in Dragon Ball.


    The fucking time machine. Fuck the Super Dragon Balls or the time rings of Kaio-Shin, Bulma from the future stepped into a field that belongs only to the gods to save her timeline.


    This was one of the reasons why she was proud, the Bulma protagonist of this story knew that she could reach much higher than that, with both technology and raw power.


    When the airship landed, Tights, an old man, and a strange creature were waiting for them, especially the latter, who looked nervous as he watched the machine''s door open.


    "How could that girl bring one of those bloodthirsty Saiyans here? Aren''t you afraid he''ll kill us all? What should I do, shoot him? But Jaco, you already lost a year''s salary for shooting a defenseless child..." Jaco mumbled, causing Tights, who was standing next to him, to give him a sideways glance.


    ''Looks like aliens aren''t so different from us,'' the blonde thought, not paying too much attention to her new friend''s nonsense, her mind was focused on her sister.


    "Sis!" Tights ran over to Bulma and scooped her up in her arms, squeezing and twirling her around without seeing the pouty face the girl made at being treated like that.


    "We saw each other this morning, why so clingy all of a sudden?" complained Bulma as she tried to pull away from her big sister, but even though her physique was superior to that of a normal human, she could not handle the love Tights felt for her, so she resigned herself like a little cat.


    "It''s just that you''re so sweet, I miss you all the time," the blonde replied deftly, caressing Bulma''s soft cheeks and ignoring the fierce look she was giving her.


    For Tights, who was used to Bulma''s mean looks, nothing could stop her from pinching her cheeks. It was only when she heard the coughing of Jaco, who was standing beside her, that she slowly stopped.


    "Sis, this is a real alien, doesn''t he look strange? And his name is Jaco!" introduced Tights, waving her hands and wiggling her fingers as if they were emitting magical sparkles.


    "For the hundredth time today, my look isn''t weird, it''s the official uniform of the Galactic Patrol and it''s really beautiful, the girls love it!" replied Jaco in a tired voice, receiving a brutal reply from the blonde shortly after.


    "I didn''t know there were aliens without eyes," the seemingly innocent comment made Jaco stumble, and for a moment, Bulma felt the resignation in the patrolman''s emotions, something she understood.


    "Welcome to my sister''s victim club, Jaco," Bulma said, feeling better after seeing someone else''s suffering, truly happiness is neither created nor destroyed, only transferred.

 9: Human Terror.

    Bulma spent the rest of the day repairing a spaceship that was supposed to be a challenge for her but was just a way to get free benefits without Jaco knowing.


    It was just too easy! At first, she didn''t believe it, but when she realized that this ship was even more backward than the one that brought Goku to this planet, Bulma thought for a moment about the reason.


    While the Galactic Patrolmen were essentially the police of the Northern Galaxy, Freezer''s army was more of a galactic conglomerate with its army, scientists, and who knows how many worlds dedicated to resource extraction and machine building.


    To constantly invade worlds, you had to have a logistical base, even if it seems simple, do you know how many planets a galaxy has? Enough for Freezer''s supposed empire to grow with only a fraction of 1% of them.


    Ignoring the fact that there are only a few planets with life, in the words of a certain incompetent Kaio-Shin, the Northern Galaxy, in Jaco''s words, has places that have not even been mapped or fully explored, even though every day there are reports of discoveries of new worlds with exotic and diverse species.


    "Are there species that can stop time? Aren''t they mutants?" asked Bulma as she used her tools to check certain key components of the ship.


    "Yes, there are many different species out there with incredible abilities, these guys seem to be able to stop time for a split second, and until we found them, they hadn''t developed a real civilization because they used their talents to kill each other.


    There are only a few left, those who didn''t like to fight or the strongest, some joined the Galactic Patrol, though I think they only did it to legally kill criminals," he replied dismissively, not realizing that Bulma had started stealing his ship''s data, he didn''t think a girl from a backward planet could do much more than repair his ship.


    If only he knew that Bulma had even started to snoop through the Galactic Patrol database that he had access to and saw some things that caught her eye and made her little eyes sparkle.


    "Do you think we humans have special abilities?" asked Bulma carelessly, although her attention was on Jaco, she wanted to know what the guys who had discovered her world but did not interact with it thought.


    "Earth is a different planet, you know? It''s a kind of place where we have certain special orders that I can''t tell you about, but to answer your question, I will use what I learned from them but don''t tell anyone," Jaco looked around furtively before he approached Bulma and began to whisper.


    "It is said that the humans of this planet, or Earthlings, are a rare case of ''forced evolution'', someone intervened in the beginnings of your planet, who or who, it is not known, but it made human evolution accelerate, making them lose the advantages of slow evolution, having a considerably high level of fighting.


    But it made humans one of the strangest races in the galaxy, they are weak but possess remarkable intelligence, even some species in the cosmos based on their intellect praise humans for the same.


    It is also said that this intervention made humans adaptable to other species, integrating them into their lineage, which is very dangerous for some radical types. Especially because if a species is caught unawares, it can be wiped out.


    It is said that the Triclops ignored this warning in the past and mixed with humans, but are there any three-eyed people among your acquaintances?" asked Jaco in a low voice, making Bulma shake her head, but the shocking news made the little girl''s head boil.


    What the hell is wrong with Earth!!!? Aside from the fact that she was kind of pissed at the History Channel guys, the idea that many in the cosmos saw humans as a replacement for the dragon fucking everything that moves made her eyes twitch a little.


    What kind of bullshit racial advantage is that? It''s kind of cool, but it also explains why the Saiyan lineage was devoured by two and three women until it left no trace beyond the mighty Ki.


    Examples of Trunks and Bra with hair colors that ignore the classic convention that the Saiyan always has black hair only reinforces the idea of human panic in the galaxy.


    The intelligence thing, you could say it''s a good ability, the influx of geniuses of all kinds in the human race is too unusual, even if they don''t reach high levels of power, the things they produce are terrible.


    Right now, they had a guy next door who created a machine that stopped the time of the universe, even for a moment, but no other species in the Northern Galaxy could do something like that they wouldn''t even dare.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Besides, Bulma thought about the ''power increases'' caused by the techniques that came from Earth, maybe it was a human talent to increase the production of energy or increase the intensity of it at certain times. Or maybe it was just a peculiarity of human martial arts itself.


    "Why isn''t Freezer''s army approaching Earth, even though we are registered as weak?" asked Bulma, curious about this point.


    "Because it''s not worth it, only humans or those assimilated by them can survive here, that''s why I''m very surprised that they want to keep that Saiyan boy," Jaco pointed out to Goku, who was organizing geometric figures despite his constant attempts to fit everything into the square hole.


    "I don''t understand," Bulma emphasized her confusion, causing Jaco to sigh.


    "Look, not every planet has a divine system, and this information is super secret, I just got this news from my friend Merus, don''t tell anyone, okay?" Jaco asked, and Bulma nodded, waiting silently for him to continue.


    "According to Merus, few planets have systems connected to the other world, a place where souls go after death, where figures recognized as gods live.


    Earth, though weak, is full of curiosities. Not only does it have an indigenous species whose evolution has been altered by unknown beings, which means some risk, but it also has a gateway to an area of the demonic world.


    It has a divine system, it has intelligent species other than humans, which means another kind of intervention in the local ecosystem. Freezer and his men are like explorers or discoverers of new spaces, plus they speculate in real estate.


    To whom would you sell a piece of land where things might suddenly appear that could harm you? Not to mention that many beings in the galaxy are not thrilled to know that they can go to hell, especially hell on earth, which is said to be the cruelest of all.


    If it weren''t for my mission and the fact that my ship broke down, I wouldn''t stay in this shitty place, no offense. But this planet is an exposed mine, only a fool or desperate would come here," Jaco''s words were heard not only by Bulma but by everyone present in Doctor Omori''s courtyard.


    Not only they, but a certain Kami, who was curious about the alien visitors, had set his eyes on this place and listened to what was said. He looked down at his hands, aged but of an unmistakable green color.


    ''What if I am an alien assimilated by this world? At least I''m a god'' After a small existential crisis, Kami-Sama decided to pay more attention to Bulma and her family, especially since the youngest daughter of the family was so talented.


    ''Maybe she can replace me in the future,'' Kami thought, already planning her retirement, but he would let things flow, for now, there was no kind of danger or special situation that would warrant a replacement.


    "What a thing..." muttered Tights, who wrote down everything Jaco said, not caring that this was technically confidential news.


    "Looks like I''ll have new things to investigate in my old age," Doctor Omori said with excitement in his eyes, Jaco''s words had enlivened the old man''s spirit a little, he felt that he might be able to look for new directions to explore.


    "Ha, looks like humanity isn''t so disadvantaged," Gohan beamed proudly, knowing that a group of ''weaklings'' had the galaxy in fear made him happy.


    After Jaco had told them about the feats that many extravagant species in the northern galaxy were capable of, he felt a certain fear, especially since he knew that his grandson and his apprentice would have to face such people in the future.


    He had known this since Bulma had mentioned it long ago when they first met, but this feeling only grew stronger when he heard it from someone who had experienced it firsthand.


    Fighting was a way to train and improve, if both Goku and Bulma wanted to improve, they would have to leave this planet to look for fights, so in his mind, he decided to change the way to train them.


    Because even Heaven, in its tolerance, could unleash endless fury. At first, he wanted to teach them only the peaceful and calm side of the Heavenly Way, and then slowly the dangerous side, but both sides should be in balance.


    "Hm..." Gohan blurted out as an ethereal aura emerged from him and Jaco''s ship''s detector reacted at that moment, showing a series of numbers.


    "120, 130, 140, 150.... 100? 50! 0! Old man, don''t die!" Jaco said urgently to Gohan after seeing that his power level had reached 0, but the old man just gave him a strange look.


    "I''m not dead, I just thought about something and got some new ideas," the old man said with a smile, but Jaco touched him several times before he realized that the old man was very much alive.


    "Earth is scary, these guys are like Merus, they can hide their fighting level, no, I have to get out of here fast," Jaco muttered, constantly looking at Bulma and his ship, annoying the little girl.


    "Stop being such a coward," Bulma scolded, making Jaco finally calm down, then she looked at her master.


    Her Ki control was mediocre at best, but even she could feel Gohan''s subtle difference now. He was there, she couldn''t ignore him or any other fantasy, but she felt something different about the older man.


    If before it was a calm sky with some clouds in it, now it looked like a starry sky, albeit with bright spots, it was full of darkness, but not an evil feeling, rather...


    "You feel ''void'' ironically, that''s the meaning of Goku''s name," Bulma joked, making Gohan nod with a smile on his lips.


    "Not at all, I just thought about some things I had in mind and came to a conclusion, I didn''t expect such changes in myself," Gohan replied to his apprentice, he felt quite comfortable now.


    He knew for sure that he could train Goku and Bulma in the best possible way, so he was completely relaxed and even went over to see the things the blue-haired girl was working on, although he didn''t understand anything about the tangle of machines scattered all over the place.


    "Honestly, even though I don''t understand anything of what you''re doing, it''s relaxing to see you working on something so complicated, you seem to be doing it well, I guess the aliens'' fear of human weirdness is well deserved," Gohan joked, making Jaco realize one thing.


    Bulma had completely dismantled his ship and he hadn''t even noticed!

 10: Ok, First training arc!

    "I never thought aliens could cry like humans," muttered Tights, touching the shoulder of a dejected Jaco, who was dramatically kneeling on the floor, crying his eyes out.


    "Your sister is bad, Tights, bad! No one should mess with a man''s vehicle, but she? she did it!" Jaco began to cry harder at the mention of the terrible event.


    Well, terrible for him, the others decided to just ignore it as they watched little Bulma skillfully reassemble Jaco''s ship, she had even bothered to clean the dirt off it.


    "Silly," Goku said, laughing at Jaco''s exaggerated simplicity, which made the Patrolman regret giving the Saiyan the thumbs up for a moment.


    The little guy with the tail was a vicious monster who dared to mock him! But seeing the silly, innocent smile on Son Goku''s face, Jaco had no desire to hurt him.


    He is an innocent child," Jaco thought, and for a moment, he stopped acting like a drama queen.


    He never thought that he would have such thoughts towards a Saiyajin, who were known throughout the known galaxy as a cosmic pest, similar to locusts, and the fact that he allowed Goku to live in peace in this world would serve as a reward for him in the future.


    After all, who would have thought that this child with only 2 powers would grow up to accomplish legendary feats such as defeating Freezer, and even directly facing beings more powerful than the supposed Emperor?


    "Jaco, your ship is repaired, just stop eating in it, it was very tiring to clean up so many unidentified food scraps," Bulma said, attracting Jaco''s attention.


    "You don''t understand, I have a lot of things to do, a lot of cases to understand, a lot of criminals to arrest, a lot of babes to date," Jaco seemed to leave the crying behind, then struck what he thought was a cool pose.


    "Why is he posing?" Gohan asked Doctor Omori quietly.


    "I don''t know, it''s alien, it must have some special meaning," the old man said the first thing that came to mind.


    "So there are species that communicate through poses? How interesting, it looks cool when it poses like that," Gohan muttered, unaware that Bulma was giving him a critical look.


    ''Does everyone named Gohan have a special liking for posing? Though, could it be that the Ginyu Force''s poses have a deeper meaning?'' Though Bulma tried to keep her mind in line, the whimsical nature of the children kept coming up.


    So, Bulma couldn''t help but look at Jaco''s constant poses, Tights giving her little claps, and if that smile was in line with the emotions the blue hair was feeling, her sister would probably want her to do the same poses.


    ''I will never pose,'' Bulma told herself, unknowingly raising a red flag.


    "Well, well, I forgive you for dismantling my ship, you''ve left it perfect," Jaco stroked the chassis of his ship, feeling a whole new sensation.


    His ship had dents, scratches, and even paint peeling off in many places before he came to Earth, now he felt like he was looking at a brand new ship. The feel of the wax in his hand was undoubtedly wonderful, although he didn''t think about whether it was necessary to encase a spaceship.


    "Jaco, are you leaving? When will you be back?" asked Tights, somewhat discouraged.


    Her thirst for adventure was burning, she wanted to record in books the wonderful things she could find in the universe, but she knew it was not the time to make a decision of such magnitude, so she wanted Jaco to stay longer, or at least give her a date for his return.


    "I''m never going back to this fucked up world! I don''t want to be assimilated!" Jaco crossed his arms in an X-shape and began to shake his head steadily, but when he saw the tears in Tights'' eyes, he couldn''t help but feel a little embarrassed.


    "But if you want to go out into the universe one day, I can be your guide, including you, Bulma. You just have to deny that you are human so as not to scare them, there are many creatures like you in the universe," Jaco suggested what he thought would be the best option, but wisely would not leave them any method of contact with the Brief sisters.


    Tights was 13 and Bulma was 5, but they already showed too much-advanced intelligence, especially the younger sister, which in a way increased Jaco''s fear of humans, so he didn''t want to have much contact with them.


    "Well, I have your method of contact, even your address in the universe," Bulma said absentmindedly, while she not so subtly raised her weapon on Jaco.


    The Patrolman froze when he heard this and when he saw the obvious threat in little Bulma''s eyes, he could only sigh. It seemed that he was going to be mixed up with humans for a long time, maybe since he arrived on Earth, his assimilation to Earth had already begun.


    "Well, great, come visit me sometime," Jaco muttered before climbing into his spaceship as if he was afraid that Bulma would decide to do something more drastic.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    Soon the ship was lost in the sky, which was already getting dark, ending not only the day but also the beginning of a legendary story. Few people will know that it was here that Dragon Ball began.


    Bulma looked up at the stars that were rising in the night sky and took a deep breath, feeling a strong excitement inside of her, because it was more than obvious that she would finally get her longed-for first training arc.


    "You''re looking forward to training, aren''t you?" Gohan looked at the little Bulma in front of him in a spacious place that resembled a martial arts hall.


    There were various pieces of equipment for training and fighting, but the highlight was how huge the room was, and no aspect of this room was wasted, on every side there was something that could be used, even high-tech tools.


    It had been a week since Jaco had left, and Doctor Brief was renovating this place, which used to be a place to store large vehicles, all at the request of his daughter Bulma. By the way, the renovation of Gohan''s house had already begun, it was just a bit late because of its remote location.


    Although the old man and his grandson Goku lived in the house of the Brief family for the time being, there was more than enough space to accommodate them, especially the little Saiyan. The latter was very restless and was mainly taken care of by Bikini and some of Doctor Brief''s robots.


    Goku was carried by Bikini, who thought the boy''s tail was interesting and would look much better with a bow, preferably blue. There was also Doctor Brief, with a small machine in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.


    "I never thought I would see my daughter training with a martial artist," Brief said with some laziness, but the sharpness in his eyes never faded.


    The machine in his hand was a special scanner he had created, he wanted to record his daughter''s data to see how it changed under targeted training, maybe he could create something interesting with the blueprints Bulma brought him of something called a ''power level detector''.


    "I would rather Bulma play with friends her own age, but this is the path she has chosen," Bikini replied with a smile on her face, she would support whatever her little baby had in mind, after all, she was her daughter!


    "Isn''t it better to just create machines to help you?" asked Tights, who did not feel the same need to become stronger as her sister, even if she was in danger, Bulma would probably save her, right?


    "Sometimes you have to act with your own hands," replied Doctor Brief, who in a way could understand his daughter''s underlying thought.


    "All training has two basic points to start with, physical conditioning and mental conditioning. Then you add other aspects such as fighting routine, energy control, and special techniques.


    We''ll start with the physical aspect, you have to do as many rounds as you can, from end to end, without missing a beat. If you do it wrong, I won''t count the lap," Gohan began his lesson and showed her how Bulma had to do the laps.


    Bulma began to run, at first he did not notice much fatigue because of her physical condition, which was better than that of a normal human. But the terrain of the training ground was not only uneven, but she had to keep an eye on many things to make the whole lap count as adequate.


    For the first few laps, she kept her attention very much to avoid any problems, but as she got used to it, she relaxed her attention and focused on other aspects, such as trying to regulate her breathing or maintaining her stamina.


    Gohan noticed every change in his apprentice and made mental notes of some things to emphasize or correct in the future, especially a certain tendency that was not very good for Bulma, but luckily he was able to change it in time.


    ''This test is not just a physical thing, let''s see when your mind can resist, I just hope you understand that soon,'' Gohan thought as he mentally accounted for the fact that Bulma did another lap in the right way.


    Bulma ran like this until after a while she started to feel uncomfortable. It wasn''t that she felt tired, but there was something that felt very strange to her and it was like having an itch that she couldn''t scratch.


    Without realizing it, her running mistakes were getting worse, not only was her physical endurance burning up more quickly, but some laps were not counting, and Gohan made sure to point that out to her.


    This fact only increased the pressure on her, and a simple exercise that she could do well on any other day became more and more complicated. She even felt her body getting heavier and heavier and kept thinking about stopping, but when her pace slowed down, Gohan spoke up.


    "You can still do a few more rounds, don''t stop!" Gohan''s words only spurred Bulma to try harder, but the shortcomings kept growing, something he kept reminding her of.


    "I don''t understand why you encourage and discourage her like that," Tights said, feeling a little sad to see her younger sister covered in sweat and clenching her teeth when she clearly couldn''t anymore.


    "Because it''s not just about running, Mr. Gohan knows about Bulma''s physical condition, but he doesn''t know about her psyche," Brief said, fully understanding Gohan''s purpose and supporting him.


    Even for a scientist, mental toughness was an important thing. How many failures does a man of science have to endure before he achieves something? That pressure is truly unimaginable, especially when you take a long time to research and come to your conclusion, throwing away months or years.


    Doctor Brief himself, with all his ingenuity, has had moments like this. It''s only because of his willpower that he hasn''t done drastic things or taken sides with bad morals, especially since he had the support of his family and years of experience where he made mistakes that hardened his mind.


    "But Bulma is just a child, yes she is a genius and she is something special, but she is still a child, I do not think it is appropriate to mess with her mind like this," Bikini complained, who had opened her eyes for the first time all day to see the bad condition Bulma was in.


    The girl was drenched in sweat, her blue hair falling wetly down her face, sometimes getting in the way, sometimes her feet faltered or she stumbled, and even several times she fell, only to be encouraged to get up and continue.


    "This is why this kind of test is even more necessary, you know that very well. Our daughter aspires not only to be a great scientist but also a mighty warrior, on both sides she needs more than just a strong body or a brilliant mind, she needs high willpower," Doctor Brief said, looking down at the scanner in his hands, and what he saw made him smile.


    "Besides, it''s about time Bulma started to recognize her limits and try to overcome them, don''t you think? You can only be so bright for so long," the man mused as he watched his daughter fall to the ground almost unconscious, but before she could do so, she was held up by Gohan.


    "I had to use some tricks to make this go faster, you''ll have to forgive me later, Bulma," Gohan whispered, subtly removing the ki pressure he had been emitting.


    This was the only way that Bulma could reach her limits quickly and recognize them, this was the only way that the little girl could take the first step towards becoming a fighter.

 11: About Power Levels.

    Even in the distance, the sound of blows could be heard, and two rather fast figures that would be blurred to the eyes of a normal person were moving steadily around a fighting ring.


    "Stop biting while fighting, Goku!" a girl''s angry voice could be heard clearly, followed by a boy''s silly laughter.


    The female voice''s owner wiped the spit from her left arm in disgust and looked at her wrestling partner in the other corner of the ring. The boy had a strange brown tail that kept wagging behind him.


    Bulma, about ten years old, could only sigh at Goku''s attitude, even though he was only three years younger than her, he was too naive! Not stupid, but too childish and playful.


    In his training sessions, when he felt he was about to lose, he didn''t hesitate to resort to childish tactics like biting others, although he never did it seriously with Bulma; he did it just to annoy her.


    "I''m sorry, but you hit too hard, Bulma," Goku scratched the back of his neck, shaking his long, spiky hair that hadn''t changed shape or style since he was a younger boy.


    "I hit you hard so others won''t," Bulma replied in mock anger, but the subtle smile on her lips revealed her true feelings.


    "But you won''t get any snacks this afternoon," seeing the silly grin on Goku''s face, Bulma decided to reveal her ''evil'' plan, causing the boy to visibly turn gray.


    "This is not fair! I did my homework, I cleaned my room, and I don''t run around naked anymore, why are you taking my snacks?" Goku protested, the tail behind his body visibly bristling like a cat''s fur.


    "Because you bit me," Bulma felt better after she had managed to tease little Goku.


    Five years was a long time for a child, so it was enough for the two of them not only to get to know each other but also to think of themselves as a family. Bulma didn''t forget that she was technically Goku''s ''big sister'' because they had the same teacher.


    As a big sister, she felt it was only fair to pick on her little brother, right? Especially if it was a ''justified'' punishment to correct misbehavior, like pissing on a girl!


    "Because I was about to lose" Goku was adamant at this point, if he felt he was about to lose at any given moment, something in him led to biting the others, he couldn''t control it.... well, he did, but it was because he didn''t want to lose.


    "I''ve told you many times, we''re not fighting for our lives, we''re just training. Save your mighty bite full of saliva and germs for your real enemies, not your precious big sister," Bulma took a towel brought by a droid and began to wipe the sweat from her forehead as she spoke.


    Seeing himself trapped and without a valid argument, Goku could have stood still, but like a good Saiyan warrior who never gives up, he chose the path of bravery, even though others would say it was the path of stupidity, or as Grandpa Gohan sometimes joked, ''courting death'', whatever that meant.


    "Tights are prettier," he said without thinking, then he knew he had screwed up big time when Bulma pointed her hand at him and a glowing purple orb of Ki flew straight at Goku.


    "Why are you overreacting?" the boy shouted before striking a now rather classic pose and drawing on his energy reserves.


    "Ha!" Knowing that he was currently weaker in terms of power, Goku did not bother to recite the full name of the technique and charged this attack with all the Ki he could emit.


    Sparks of bluish light gathered in Goku''s palms and eventually formed into a large ball, and with a forward thrust, a blue-white beam of light collided with Bulma''s purple ki attack.


    The two energy attacks inevitably met in the air and faced each other for a moment before exploding. Just when Goku thought it was all over, he felt a terrible pain in his head and crouched down with his hands on it as tears fell from his eyes.


    "You are bad, Bulma! Tights are nicer and prettier than you," Goku continued without realizing his mistake, bringing his fate closer to meeting a certain Kaio from the northern galaxy sooner rather than later.


    Well, not that exaggerated, but the nervous twitch in Bulma''s left eye indicated that she was annoyed by Goku''s comparison. She didn''t hate her sister Tights, but no girl likes to be called ugly, even in a roundabout way.


    "Stop calling me ugly!" Bulma shook Goku''s body steadily but not too roughly.


    "You took away my afternoon snack, that makes you mean," the logic of a glutton was no doubt impeccable, Bulma paused for a moment, feeling a little sorry for Goku, before remembering that he had recently drooled on her arm.


    "Because you bit me," Bulma complained, shaking the boy again.


    "Because I didn''t want to lose!" Goku shouted in defense.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    "When do you think they''ll realize that they''ve fallen into a trap?" asked Doctor Brief to Son Gohan, who stood next to him and watched the spectacle of the two restless children.


    "Maybe in 10 minutes, when Goku gets hungry and Bulma inevitably feels weak and gives him back his knickknacks," Gohan replied without hesitation, having seen this scene countless times since years ago.


    "I still can''t believe this kid is a giant monkey, he looks too innocent," the Doctor said, lighting a cigarette.


    "Luckily the boy understands that he shouldn''t see the full moon, I''m too old to fight an ''Ozaru'' as they call him in his race," Gohan touched his back to emphasize his old man status.


    "If a guy with 300 points of power like you can feel back pain, I cannot imagine those monsters that reach 1,000 power units," Brief took a strong puff on his cigarette, feeling that he should synthesize a better formula, because this thing did not relieve his headache.


    And what a headache it was! Thanks to the many blueprints Bulma received from a certain Galactic Patrolman, the technology in Doctor Brief''s hands took quite a leap.


    The first thing he made was a so-called Biological Energy Detector, or Scouter, as Bulma decided to call it. That this thing could measure the ''energy'' contained in a living body was not particularly impressive to Doctor Brief, what was important was what those points meant.


    A normal farmer had only five units of energy, while a fighter like Gohan had 300, so at first glance, you would think that the old man was equivalent to 60 men, but that was not the case at all.


    The destruction that a small ball of Ki could cause was equivalent to a small explosive, and when you added the physical bonus that this energy provided, a single person with 300 points of power could annihilate an entire army.


    When we speak of armies, we are referring to the current army of the United Government of Earth. Gohan had become a weapon of mass destruction with abilities that were extremely dangerous to life in this world.


    But the old man suffered from back pain and sometimes struggled to open pickle jars! Brief felt his headache get worse when he realized that even the old man next to him could catch a cold as if the Ki did not serve to protect him from illness.


    Yes, it strengthened his immune system, but it did not make him oblivious to the deficiencies of living beings. The power levels were rare, they were a mix between the total energy a living being could project, not its reserves, that''s different, along with its energy control.


    Briefly, Ki tended to strengthen the flesh and even create a small layer around the user''s body, but both the ability to project energy and to control it were vital.


    In addition to the fact that the concept of ki reserve was strange in itself, it made the fighters complete nonsense to the scientist. I mean, why could the human body contain enough energy to destroy the damn moon and he could regain that energy just by eating?


    "Are you still trying to figure out the weird kid stuff?" asked Gohan when he saw the doctor''s smoky sigh.


    "I''m not going to believe that bullshit about Ki coming from life and everything that would promote it increasing the reserves, it''s too illogical. You know about science yourself, you know that that stuff is nonsense," Brief sucked hard on his cigarette as if to release his emotions.


    Soon, he lit another cigarette to the uncomfortable sight of Gohan, who didn''t know how to react to the doctor''s doubts. There was no ''container'' or ''core'' in the human body, not even pathways for the energy to flow through.


    It was simply infused into the flesh and soul of living creatures, depending on a person''s physical and mental resistance to improve its quantity and quality.


    High-calorie foods helped, but even a good fruit from the field could solve any exhausted fighter''s lack of ki, with the proper time for its metabolism, of course.


    So Gohan didn''t know how to tell Brief that the solution was as simple as "that''s just the way it is," because he understood the obsession of the scientists very well.


    He only hoped that Doctor Brief would come to this conclusion on his own, and preferring to relieve the tension in the air, Gohan turned his gaze to a strange briefcase lying on the floor next to the doctor.


    "By the way, you rarely appear here, has something happened?" asked Gohan, bringing Brief''s sunken mind back to reality.


    "Yes, I wanted to test if you could induce Goku''s transformation into an Ozaru, so I brought this thing," Doctor Brief took the briefcase in his hands and opened it, revealing what appeared to be a strange weapon.


    It was similar to those laser beam weapons you saw in cartoons or anime, with a metallic gray color that was not aesthetically pleasing at all; in addition, there was a tablet and a late-model scouter.


    The Earth-made scouters looked more like clear eyeglasses, fortunately quite sophisticated, as Bikini decided that if her daughter ever wore something like that on her face, she would look beautiful.


    "Really? I thought you were against Goku exploring this power before he was more mentally mature?" mentioned Gohan, causing Brief to nod.


    "And I stand by that, but we need to get a good handle on this state of pure wildness, and with you here, no problem. I can hire masseuses for your back pain when it''s all over," Brief said, putting the scout on his face.


    "Make them black-haired big-assed, please," Gohan demanded with immense seriousness, causing the doctor to almost fall from shock.


    "Busty blondes are better," Doctor Brief argued when he felt he had to defend his stance.


    "They''re both fine," a third voice was heard, and the two men looked back somewhat embarrassed to see Bulma carrying Goku on her shoulder, who kept trying to get off.


    "What is a big ass and a big boob? Can you eat them?" Goku asked suddenly, his stomach growling audibly at the same time.


    "That''s grown-up stuff, kid," Gohan coughed several times before he answered.


    "Like beer and those channels on TV that I can''t watch at midnight?" asked Goku again as Bulma put him down, already dying of laughter and not wanting to drop her younger brother.


    "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the laughter of the blue-haired girl made the two old men even more embarrassed.


    "Oh Bulma, your power has increased to 70 points, congratulations!" Brief quickly activated his scouter and scanned his daughter, looking for a way out of the embarrassing situation.


    "And Goku, you got 50 points, you are a hardworking little guy!" said Brief with a good choice of words, distracting the innocent Goku from his constant questions.


    "I''m trying so hard!" the boy shouted before holding his stomach again from hunger and looking at his grandfather.


    "Grandpa, I want to try to eat a black-haired big-assed! I don''t know what they are, but something you can eat," Goku''s words only made Bulma laugh louder and louder.


    "When you grow up, Goku, when you grow up," Bulma held back her laughter and touched little Goku''s head, she will no doubt use this moment to torment the future Goku, especially at his wedding.


    What a good big sister she was!

 12: Blutz Waves and Ozaru.

    "So are you saying that there are special waves in the light of the full moon that make Goku''s DNA react in an ''exceptional'' way and that is why he is transforming?" Gohan asked Doctor Brief.


    Everyone in the Brief house was happily eating lunch in the courtyard of the mansion, enjoying the fresh air with a hearty meal, although much of it went to Goku, who was already demonstrating his exceptional appetite.


    Not only he, but also Bulma ate in large quantities, although not to the exaggerated level of a Saiyan, and even though she could photosynthesize, who could refuse the rich food? She couldn''t.


    Perhaps because of the influence of her Plant-like nature, Bulma especially loved sweets, while Vash liked doughnuts, she was very fond of cupcakes and ate them for dessert whenever she could, making sure that the gluttonous Goku didn''t eat them.


    "Yeah, at first I didn''t understand the reason for such an extraordinary transformation, you know? So I did some experiments with samples of Goku''s DNA. But I discovered something very interesting.


    The boy''s tail is vital for this transformation, I think that the energy needed for his transformation is gradually stored in his tail and later activated by the special waves on the moon catalyzed.


    According to Tights'' alien friend, it is known that these waves already have a specific name, ''Blutz Waves'', although I would have called it something else, like ''Lunar Essence'' or something more mystical, because this whole situation is like something out of an ancient tale," Brief explained, not to mention all the effort he put into this work.


    He also discovered some strange anomalies in Son Goku''s genome, a genetic quirk that allowed his body, under certain conditions not yet determined, to produce a special type of cell with greater energetic activity than those in his tail.


    It was doubtful that such an event would have been triggered in the child or he would be much stronger than he is now, but it was interesting how the Saiyan race worked.


    Coupled with several genetic ''blocks'' he found in their DNA for unknown purposes, it made him think about the uniqueness of the Saiyans and how different they were from humans.


    But the fact that they could potentially mate with Earthlings was the most interesting. What would happen between an Earthling and a Saiyan? Would the child have a tail? Would it have those genetic blocks in its DNA? Would it inherit the special cells if its Saiyan father had them at the time of fertilization?


    The only way to test those things was to wait for Goku to get married and decide to have children, so Brief was in no hurry to do that, because seeing how innocent the child was, it would probably be a long time before that situation came to fruition.


    "But Dad, you said that Goku''s power level is currently 50 points, multiplied by 10 is 500. Can Grandpa Gohan fight him?" Tights asked about the key point of the situation.


    "I can," Gohan said normally because he knew it quite well.


    As long as the difference in power levels was not overwhelming, it would depend more on control and the ability to project energy. Having 500 power points doesn''t mean that you can project that much power with every hit unless you''ve trained for it.


    Goku hadn''t, and adding to that the fact that he still didn''t have the mental strength to control his transformation, he would be lucky to be able to project even half of those 500 points, making it easy for Gohan to fight him.


    Although it would be difficult to defend an Ozaru''s body, he had techniques to solve this problem. Bulma had given him the concepts of a very devastating technique a few years ago, and he had only recently put it into practice, so he was ready to use it if necessary.


    "Mngmhh," Goku said with his mouth full, for which he received a slap on the back of the head from Bulma.


    "Chew and swallow, Goku, you''re not being understood," Bulma scolded, but Bikini''s laughter ruined the tense moment the girl was trying to create.


    "Don''t be so rude, Bulma, or you won''t get a mate. You have to be nice and patient with little Goku. Come on Goku, have some juice to wash down your food," Bikini kindly offered the boy a glass of orange juice.


    "Thank you, Aunt Bikini!" Goku thanked her after drinking the juice and swallowing the food that had prevented him from speaking clearly.


    "What I meant was that I don''t like being a giant monkey," Goku complained as he overheard the two men talking.


    He knew that he could turn into a monster named Ozaru, but knowing that he could endanger his grandfather and the people he loved made him very reluctant to do so, so he remained cautious on nights with a full moon.


    Unlike his canonical counterpart, who didn''t realize his situation until he reached a certain age and even came to the realization that he was the one who killed his grandfather, this version of Goku was much more self-aware and even a bit more cautious.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Yes, he was a naive and restless child, but growing up without possible brain damage and under the tutelage of the Brief family gave Goku a better understanding of the world and common sense.


    He even went to school! Although his only friend was a strange girl named Chi-Chi, he was relatively average among the students and excelled in physical education. He, who knew the dangers of his transformation and the loss of control that would come with it, did not look favorably on the plan to transform.


    "Goku!" Gohan called to his grandson, causing the boy to stop trying to steal one of Bulma''s cupcakes and look at his grandfather with an innocent smile.


    "I understand your fears little one, but you have to face them, you have to know yourself better, accept yourself, and turn that power into your own strength, that''s why I ask you to meditate," Gohan spoke with a small smile on his face, he saw that the innocence of the child was not lost, maybe it will be a trait he will never lose in the future.


    "But, but... what if I hurt you, what if I hurt Bulma or Tights?" asked Goku softly, his voice was shaking and really showed his fear, he even had some tears at the corners of his eyes.


    "Your grandfather will always be there to protect them, to protect you until you can do it yourself, Goku," Gohan''s words of comfort made Goku nod carelessly.


    "Oh, little boy, come, let your Aunt Bikini hug you," the blonde woman approached little Goku and hugged him tightly, resting the boy''s head on her ample breasts, smothering him.


    "Mom, he''s an alien, but he also breathes through his nose," Bulma warned, pointing out that Goku was struggling to get out of Bikini''s embrace.


    "I''m sorry! It''s just that he''s so soft," Bikini replied with a small smile, before releasing Goku, who began to take big breaths.


    "Dad, can we see Goku''s transformation? I''d like to have first-hand information to write about it, some pictures would be nice, but I doubt I can capture the true impact of seeing a gigantic being," Tights didn''t miss the opportunity and approached his father, blinking constantly and making cute flirtatious gestures for his father''s permission.


    "They''d do their best to go anyway, even if I refused," Brief replied somewhat wearily, only to be hugged by his daughter, who almost threw herself at him.


    "Thanks, Dad, you''re the best!" the teenager cried before running off to her room.


    She needed her laptop to write down everything she was about to experience! Who knew, maybe he''d be inspired to write something good. She already had ideas, the one about a monkey boy wreaking havoc in the world, and no one could defeat him, not even the Space King''s army.


    "Hmmp! What a good idea Tights, I''ll call it ''The Journey to the Northern Galaxy'', I just have to find an excuse to make it travel the galaxy in a coherent way, going just to fight wouldn''t make much plot sense," Tights muttered, the ideas coming to her active mind, she felt she had a big blockbuster.


    "You''re a genius, Tights, you''re a genius!" the blonde teenager praised herself, unaware that she had been inspired not only by her everyday life but maybe also by some legendary stories in the Omniverse, too bad she''ll never know.


    "Even though it is not a full moon tonight, my beam weapon can fire the necessary amount of Blutz Waves, enough to catalyze Goku''s transformation into an Ozaru. I have also found an excellent place to perform the procedure where no one will be hurt," Brief said, picking up the main direction of the conversation again.


    "Where is that, do we need coats or sunscreen, should I pack a picnic, why did you wait until now to tell me?" Bikini bombarded her husband with questions, who felt the urge to smoke another cigarette, but remembered that they were in the middle of lunch.


    This is in the desert, so sunscreen and light clothing would be a good idea. You can prepare something to eat, but nothing as elaborate as a picnic. I told you now because I knew that if I did it days in advance, you would turn it into a party," Brief said with some resignation, understanding his wife too well to know how she would react, so he had rehearsed the answers.


    "Of course, I would plan everything accordingly, such as appropriate desert clothing, special sunscreen, methods to avoid the sand, the sun, also several very appropriate desert foods such as..." Bikini started to say everything she could have done if she had had enough time to prepare, which perfectly justified Brief''s decision to tell her at the last minute.


    Especially since he didn''t think that trying to cook eggs in the desert sand to see how they turned out was something he wanted to experience, so his wife''s whole plan would be considerably curtailed, except for...


    "But next time you have to tell me in time, or someone will have to sleep on the couch," Bikini finished and turned her attention to Brief, although her eyes were not open, the Doctor had the feeling that he was being watched by some terrible animal.


    "Auntie is as scary as Bulma," Goku whispered, or at least he tried, his voice was heard by everyone.


    "I''m not scary, honey, I''m just giving your uncle a gentle reminder, come on, eat some apple pie, Bulma took care of a tree that produced some excellent fruit, I barely used sugar," in a quick change of mood, Bikini opened her eyes and took a piece of pie, which she quickly brought closer to Goku''s open mouth, preventing him from talking anymore.


    ''Mom is scary,'' thought Bulma, who thought she wasn''t that bad to compare herself to her mother, not knowing that her temper was as explosive and vengeful as Bikini''s, if not more so.


    While the whole family was preparing for this activity, in the sky where Kami-Sama''s lookout was located, a certain green-skinned alien was looking down, watching and listening to everything that was going on in the Brief household.


    "Experimenting with this power? No, I have to see for myself. Just in case, it would be dangerous to leave something like that unattended," Kami-Sama mused, then looked back and saw his faithful servant, Mr. Popo.


    "Mr. Popo, I have some things to do on Earth, please take care of the lookout," Kami-Sama said before flying directly to Doctor Brief''s chosen location.


    "Bye, Kami.... now, how many bitches should I buy? This weed is not going to smoke itself," said Mr. Popo with a terrible coldness in his words, his eyes permanently open, lidless, staring straight into nothingness, into the void.


    "I see you, maggot," he said directly to you, the reader of this fanfic.


    "Do you want to be one of the bitches I invite?" asked the creature capable of breaking the fourth wall, although the author decided to do it only this once because he couldn''t stand the action style of this character, relegating him to a mere wink and giving him back his canonical personality.

 13: Lets Go Goku, Return to Monke.

    "If I turn into a giant monkey, will I be able to eat a lot? But if I fill up and return to my normal form, will my stomach explode? What if I stumble and hurt my feet? Will they still hurt in my human form?" Goku seemed to have been bitten by the mosquito of questions.


    Perhaps as a way to distract his mind from the situation that was making him uncomfortable, Goku decided to find out as much as he could about his Ozaru form, at least in his way.


    "Bulma, are you eating sun? What if it runs out or gets dark? You can''t eat the sun! She''s a funny flower!" Or maybe it was because kids like to tease, so little Goku quickly abandoned the important questions and started asking more and more absurd things, at least to an adult''s ear.


    "Not like sunshine, that''s impossible," Bulma replied with a bit of irritation in her voice, and noticing this, Goku decided to annoy Bulma even more.


    "But that''s what I learned in school! If plants do that thing where they eat the sun and produce fruit, will Bulma produce fruit too? I would like to try one! Bulma, answer me! Bulma? Buuuuuulma, Bulma! Bulma! Bulma! Bulma!" Goku shouted at the blue-haired girl more and more, causing her to explode.


    "What!?" asked Bulma visibly upset small sparks of purple Ki appeared on her right hand, the idea of throwing Goku out of the airship growing more and more in her mind.


    "Are we there yet~?" asked Goku in a singing voice, only to duck his body as a small ball of Ki flew past his head.


    Luckily, Bulma controlled her energy so that it was quickly undone before it hit anything important, but she ran after the annoying kid, needing to show him that he shouldn''t bother her big sister.


    "Kids have a lot of energy, haha," Bikini laughed as she saw her current daughter as a little girl, sometimes one could forget that underneath all the genius and strength there was just a little 10-year-old girl.


    "Goku knows how to tease her, but I don''t think he realizes the consequences," said Tights, who had conveniently recorded everything that happened on her phone.


    Why? Sometimes it was good to go around collecting footage to embarrass them in the future, after all, she was the real older sister in the family. Tights were waiting for the right time to show off her collection of embarrassing videos and photos of her two siblings.


    Yes, the family had practically integrated Son Gohan and Son Goku into their family, after all, they were good people who could be trusted, added to the fact that it was not a problem for a family with so much wealth to take care of two more people, the integration was very smooth and natural.


    "You can see that Goku has a special talent for annoying Bulma, even though it''s just a game," Gohan replied a little embarrassed, luckily he hadn''t given the Magic Staff to his grandson.


    He already imagined the future where Goku would extend the weapon to annoy Bulma from a safe distance, especially to constantly prod her to provoke some reaction, because children were so fidgety.


    ''Although Ox King''s daughter is really quiet,'' Gohan thought of his fellow apprentice and the one he had met sometime later to introduce his apprentice Bulma.


    Of course, he had to have a somewhat rude conversation with the man to teach him not to use the knowledge their master Muten Roshi had given them not to kill indiscriminately for unfounded ideas.


    Greed had taken over his fellow apprentice''s mind and he didn''t realize that the area he lived in was risky to suffer a terrible accident, or at least that''s what Gohan could interpret at first glance due to his Celestial Path.


    Following his advice that if he wanted prosperity, he could get it honestly in the capital, where he could give a better future to his daughter Chi-Chi, Ox Satan left his increasingly bloodthirsty path and moved to the capital of the West with all his wealth.


    Chi-Chi went to the same school as Goku and because of the relationship between their parents, they had become friends and even trained together sometimes, but for the time being, the girl was not officially Gohan''s pupil.


    Something about having to talk to Muten Roshi first when it was time to formalize Chi-Chi''s training. Bulma''s apprenticeship was something more private and personal on Gohan''s part if it wasn''t for how simple Muten Roshi was, Gohan might have received some punishment.


    Old rules were hardly followed anymore except in a few remote places where there were martial arts temples or the master-apprentice tradition was overly valued, fortunately, the whole Muten Roshi ''lineage'' was not that strict.


    "Gotcha, brat!" said Bulma, holding Goku''s tail, but unlike the early years, the boy was still full of energy, just a little uncomfortable.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Don''t touch my tail! It tickles!" Goku shouted, trying to run away from Bulma''s grip, but the girl was much stronger than him.


    "Bulma, let go, it''s not good to touch other people and make them feel uncomfortable," Doctor Brief advised, making his little daughter blush with embarrassment.


    ''Another one for the collection,'' Tights thought as he photographed her sister''s embarrassed face, feeling she had done something good with the angle she had chosen.


    "Stop playing around, we''re here," Brief said quickly so the others could see the scenery they were heading for.


    If you have ever seen Dragon Ball, you will recognize the rock constructions that can be seen in this place, it seems that Doctor Brief chose this place well, where a big giant monkey could vent his desire for destruction if he wanted to, without anyone getting hurt.


    Of course, the others did not see the green-skinned creature hiding behind some rocks some distance away, his especially good eyes and ears, enhanced by his position as Kami-Sama of the land, allowed the son of Katatz to atone, nay, to evaluate in detail the test to be conducted here.


    The Brief family airship landed in an open field and quickly transformed into a capsule, which Mr. Brief carefully stowed away. It was late afternoon, almost four o''clock, so the sun was not as strong as it had been earlier.


    "This place is perfect for camping! We can spend the night here under a beautiful starry sky," Bikini said, admiring the place, even though it was dry, it would certainly allow for a beautiful view of the night sky.


    Desert places had that special something, and the woman didn''t want to miss anything special about this place. She already had hundreds of plans and ideas, but the lack of time made her feel a little resentful towards her husband.


    ''He will sleep on the floor tonight,'' thought the kind woman, who always stayed with the close ones, deciding the fate of her unsuspecting husband, who only had a premonitory shiver, but did not give it much importance.


    "Well, the tests are about to begin. Bulma, can you prepare the equipment?" Brief handed some capsules to his daughter so that she could place some necessary machines.


    Several special cameras had to be placed in certain places to get a complete view of Goku''s transformation, where not only his physique would be scanned, but also more detailed data for future analysis.


    The agility provided by 70 power points meant that Bulma accomplished this task with relative ease, although she didn''t realize that she almost ran into Kami-Sama, who managed to hide from her quite well.


    ''The technology of this family is really interesting,'' Kami-Sama thought with some interest when he saw the camera that Bulma had placed a few meters away from where she was hiding.


    Sure, he had seen the creation of robots by a group of pirates over 100 years ago, the androids of a certain doctor in a certain army, and was even in awe of Doctor Omori''s feat with his time-stopping machine, but it was the Brief family that caught his attention the most.


    Doctor Brief was not the first of his family to be a genius, but those traits seemed to explode with him and magnify with his young daughter Bulma, each more prominent than the last.


    Although it might not seem like it, Kami-Sama was someone with a lot of knowledge, perhaps seeing all that humanity was capable of for centuries would have opened your mind, and added to what we can call ''divine wisdom'', his assimilation of knowledge was high.


    "Good, now I need to calibrate the weapon. Little Goku, stand there, under the big X," Brief instructed as he touched a few key points on his orb weapon.


    His expression was serious this time; he didn''t even have the cat he always carried with him or the cigarette that always seemed to accompany him. Next to him was Gohan, who watched his grandson with some reluctance.


    "You''ll be fine Goku, your grandfather is here," Gohan comforted, making Goku nod, but this time he didn''t make any funny and innocent comments as usual, he knew the seriousness of this moment.


    "Come on Goku, reject your humanity, go back to being a monkey," Bulma encouraged with a little joke that brought a silly grin to Goku''s face, who wagged his tail excitedly.


    "Bulma," the boy said with a wistful tone.


    "Yes?" asked Bulma, knowing that her younger brother was sure to make some strange or outrageous request, and he did.


    "Can you make a machine that makes cupcakes with the push of a button?" the boy asked with excitement in his eyes, thinking about food was certainly a way for him to distract himself.


    "I will think about it," Bulma made no promises, but it seemed like a good idea to try something like that, who knows, maybe something good would come out of it.


    As long as she doesn''t make a machine that creates sentient food like a certain genie in the omniverse, something like what Goku asked for would be really interesting.


    "Okay, all set. Goku, get ready," Brief finally said, making the whole atmosphere quite tense.


    Bikini and Tights were at a considerable distance, watching what was going on through a screen divided into several stages, using the signal from the cameras set up by Bulma beforehand.


    They kept their distance to avoid any accidents, there were only three humans near Goku and one god who watched furtively. Brief pointed his beam weapon at the boy, who was a little tense.


    "Is it going to hurt?" Goku finally asked, expecting a negative answer.


    "I don''t know, answer me later" Brief activated the weapon, which emitted a constant buzzing sound, but nothing spectacular happened.


    There was no beam of light, no incredible sound effect, not even a little extra wind, in fact, Goku constantly looked at his body, expecting some change, but noticed nothing.


    "Mr. Brief, your weapon is..." Goku couldn''t finish speaking because his body had finally started to react to the invisible influence of the Blutz Waves.


    The sound of a huge heart began to be heard clearly by all, like a war drum announcing the arrival of a terrible creature. A wild aura emerged from the naive Goku, who began to change.


    His eyes turned red, his body began to deform, his muscles grew, and gradually his being was covered with thick brown fur. His body grew larger and larger, tearing at his clothes.


    With a primal roar, his body reached an enormous height, casting shadows on those below. His roar pushed loose rocks from the ground and his footsteps shook the entire desert.


    "Okay, Goku, can you hear me?" asked Gohan with some hope in his voice, but he received only a wild growl in response.


    "I don''t think he''s sane," Bulma felt the overwhelming wild and violent emotions coming from Goku, which already meant something very important.


    Goku had gone on a rampage!

 14: Fighting against Ozaru!

    "It looks like he needs a lot more meditation to control the wildness of his transformation," Gohan said, standing before Brief and his apprentice Bulma.


    Although this situation was to be expected, Gohan felt uncomfortable that the people he cared about were in danger. Yes, Goku needed to control himself when he became Ozaru, but no one liked such a risky situation anyway.


    "Dad, you''d better back off," Bulma warned her father as she drew her weapon and fought.


    All the crazy emotions coming from Goku told her only one thing: Her younger brother needed her help! If she felt uncomfortable just perceiving such emotions, imagine Goku experiencing them.


    The growls of a transformed Goku could be heard for miles around, his somewhat wild walk and his randomly waving hands indicated that he had not only fallen into a violent state but that he didn''t even have proper self-awareness.


    A normal creature would not waste energy as he did, but instead of circling the stone mounds, he crashed into them with his huge body, smashing them in an angry motion.


    The ground vibrated with each step of his huge being, and his imposing figure and the overflowing power hidden in his body gave him a truly terrifying aura.


    Those ruthless red eyes and that huge mouth full of teeth ready to tear flesh was a sight that would make any weak-willed person lose all interest in fighting.


    Brief dropped a capsule that exploded in a cloud of smoke and transformed into a motorcycle. The idea of luring his daughter to go with him flashed through his mind, but when he saw the determination in the girl''s eyes, he knew he could not convince her.


    That left only Bulma and Gohan, who fortunately had not yet attracted the attention of the wild Goku, but something so illusory could not be trusted. Gohan shook his body a little and started to jump into the same place, ready to perform.


    "Bulma, I am going to teach you an important lesson that I hope you will remember. I will teach you how to move properly," Gohan said before his image faded.


    It was a residual image! The old man had long since appeared in front of Ozaru''s path, inevitably attracting his attention. The giant creature roared in annoyance and waved his large hand down to crush the pesky insect that stood in his way.


    Gohan could have made a great leap to escape or run to the side to avoid being crushed, but he simply stood still until his body, covered by the looming shadow, moved gently to the side.


    His balance was unaffected by the tremors, and his body was protected by a light layer of white ki as the rocks jumped all over the place. Undeterred, Gohan never took his eyes off the monstrous face of his grandson.


    "Great acrobatics or spectacular moves are not necessary if you know how to move. Be calm as a lake, fluid as the wind, stable as a mountain, fast as a meteor.


    Imprint everything in your body and trust it, keep your guard up but your mind relaxed. Think of everything, but meditate in peace. Bulma, remember that the sky embraces all, covers all, envelops all," Gohan''s ethereal voice was transmitted directly into Bulma''s ears as she watched in amazement at the old man''s actions.


    It didn''t matter if the Ozaru wanted to crush him with his palms or his feet, if he wanted to slap him or kick him, he always avoided the attacks with uncharacteristic simplicity. He barely moved, the changes in the terrain did not affect him, and he was not intimidated by the mammoth power of Goku''s transformed form.


    As if fed up with the situation, Ozaru growled loudly and opened his mouth, pointing it directly at the old man. A bright light appeared deep in his throat and a ball of Ki began to form.


    If the monkey couldn''t crush it with its limbs, it would use its most powerful weapon. 500 energy points wasn''t much at that point, but it was a real disaster for the terrain.


    How could Gohan avoid Ozaru''s attack when everything was being bombarded? That''s what the violent mind of the creature seemed to think, and after it had accumulated enough energy, it spat it out like a cannon.


    "Heavenly shield," Gohan said quietly, clasping his hands together and then stretching them forward.


    An aura of white Ki erupted from his body, materializing in front of him into a hexagonal shield composed of small hexagons like a honeycomb.


    The Ozaru''s energy cannon slammed into this shield, causing a huge explosion that sent large chunks of rock flying and expelled the air in the area with violent shockwaves.


    Gohan did not move despite everything, resisting the full force of such an attack. Ozaru, seeing that he could not affect the small bug in his path, increased the energy output.


    "M?bius," the shield gradually transformed into a giant ribbon of M?bius, channeling the incoming energy and directing it directly at Ozaru.


    With a scream of pain, the giant monkey''s figure was covered in dust and smoke, but Gohan continued to focus his senses on the creature, knowing that he had barely hurt it because the attack was not at full power, so this fight would not end so easily.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    The wind blew and removed the thick layer of dust that obscured the view, revealing the huge Ozaru with some burnt skin, but otherwise in perfect condition.


    The creature began to beat its chest with its huge fists, emitting a dull drum-like sound, perhaps in a primitive form of demonstration to tell Gohan that it could not hurt him effectively.


    A sudden bolt of purple Ki struck the base of his tail, causing him to scream in pain as his body turned to face Bulma, who had shot him. Though the attack did not remove his tail, it left an ugly scar on his now-smoking flesh, sending waves of pain through the crazed beast.


    Ozaru roared in anger, why did this little bug cause him pain? His savage mind didn''t understand, but he wanted to tear it apart mercilessly. Ozaru ran towards Bulma with an unusual speed for his size, but the girl was not afraid of his approach.


    Bulma didn''t dare to emulate her master''s actions, she was nowhere near powerful or experienced enough to do so, but she wanted to take on the giant, crazy version of Goku, not only to get him out of his overwhelmed state but also to get herself some recognition.


    Yes, she was weaker than an Ozaru, but martial arts were never about someone strong defeating someone weaker, it was about, among other things, allowing the weak to fight on equal terms with someone stronger.


    Her first attempt to cut off Goku''s tail failed, though the blood Ozaru spilled as he ran indicated how much her attack affected him. The ki amplification of her weapon was really good, but it didn''t allow her to dangerously hurt much stronger beings.


    At least not yet, but an improvement plan was already in Bulma''s mind as she dodged Ozaru''s angry blow. The blow hit the ground hard, causing a large dent in the floor, but Bulma had jumped before and was now running over the big monkey''s arm.


    ''I never thought I would use this technique here,'' Bulma thought as she moved easily over Ozaru''s thick fur, her feet barely touching it and looking like a butterfly dancing between them at high speed.


    She made some suggestions to Gohan about some techniques that might be useful, and this was one of them, inspired by the ''lightness'' of some Chinese novels she had read in her past life.


    One could doubt how rare these works were, but he couldn''t deny that many techniques were indeed useful, and a martial arts universe like Dragon Ball would make some of them shine brightly.


    Dodging the giant hand that tried to crush her, Bulma finally reached over Goku''s shoulder, and with a great puff of air, the girl roared. Her scream was empowered by Ki for one purpose only, to annoy the great ape.


    Ozaru roared as he covered his ears from the obvious annoyance, allowing Bulma to channel Ki into her weapon just before she dropped down the monkey''s back and slid back into its tail.


    Though the appendage tried to attack her, she dodged it with a leap and fired again at its base, wounding it again and causing more blood to flow. While she didn''t like causing Goku pain, it was a necessary measure if she wanted to cut it off, although she could wait for the Blutz Waves to run out, she wouldn''t bet on it.


    "What great determination," Kami-Sama praised from afar.


    His experience allowed him to recognize the complicated emotions in the girl, but she didn''t hesitate to act to avoid further danger, which made her somewhat dignified in his eyes, but he soon shook his head.


    "The girl has too many thoughts in her head to be a real god," Kami-Sama concluded before turning his attention to Gohan, who had always been close to Bulma, watching over her.


    Only his presence was very well hidden, blending in with the surroundings and undetectable to anyone but Kami-Sama. The old green man nodded at the sight.


    "Such a skillful integration with nature is unheard of, but he has the same perverted thoughts as Muten Roshi," although his voice sounded a bit whiny, Kami-Sama respected Son Gohan.


    Although power was important, the state of mind was just as valuable, if not more so. Kami-Sama came to such a state through centuries of experience as a god, while Gohan came through his efforts and enlightenment.


    There was no difference between the two ways since the result was the same, although the techniques used by Gohan interested Kami-Sama very much, he never thought that scientific knowledge could be used to create Ki techniques.


    ''Maybe I should try it,'' Kami-Sama thought, already knowing about Bulma and Gohan''s interest in this kind of research because he would look at it whenever he could, but he never thought it would be so useful in battle.


    "Maybe they need a little help," the voice of an old man reached the ears of Gohan and Bulma, who soon realized the origin of it.


    Kami-Sama decided to appear, normally he didn''t do this, but Goku in his Ozaru form could be considered a ''threat to the world'', which gave him reason enough to act directly in the human world.


    Bulma and Gohan recognized him immediately, the girl because of her memories of her past life, the old man because of the stories his master Muten Roshi told him about the Great Demon King Piccolo.


    Although Ozaru roared with renewed fury at the sight of another insect, he did not attack. His bestial instincts told him that this new insect of a different color was far more dangerous than the previous two, so he just growled and waved his hands wildly.


    "Don''t hurt him anymore," Bulma said quickly when she saw that Goku had calmed down a bit due to Kami-Sama''s presence.


    "Why? He''s a threat to this world, he should be eliminated," Kami-Sama said seriously, although there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, he wanted to test Bulma again.


    Maybe it was something that all old people did, to want to judge the younger ones, like a certain headmaster of a magic school. But Kami-Sama wanted to know how Bulma would act in this particular situation, although he did not wait for Bulma''s answer, even with all his experience.


    "Either you move or I move you, Old Green," Bulma knew that Kami-Sama was kind, but she didn''t want to risk Goku getting hurt, she already felt guilty seeing the blood staining the fur on Ozaru''s legs.


    Then she raised her weapon and charged it with Ki, aiming it directly at Kami-Sama''s head. Silence fell over them, Gohan did not speak, but gradually an eerie aura rose from his body, like a stormy sky.


    "Brave, but sometimes bravery turns into recklessness, but... I like your determination," Kami-Sama smiled as he said these words and his attention turned to the Ozaru, who gradually lost his form and returned to that of a human boy, albeit with a slightly injured tail.


    "I introduce myself, I am Kami-Sama," Old Green said, expecting a shocked reaction from the two, but was completely ignored by the old man and the girl, who focused on the unconscious Goku.


    "Bulma, use your healing technique," Gohan instructed, carrying the sleeping Goku in his arms.


    "Fine," Bulma created a small ball of purple ki that gave off a pleasant sensation just by being there.


    Kami-Sama narrowed his eyes a bit, analyzing the situation in front of him, he judged Bulma very quickly, so he mentally put her on his list of future god candidates.


    Now, all that remained was to see how Bulma Brief would develop in the future and if she would be worthy of such a position in the end.

 15: Talk to Kami-Sama.

    Under the effect of her Ki ball, some scratches on Goku''s body healed quickly, and the most serious wound, the one at the base of his tail, quickly showed granulation.


    The unconscious Goku squirmed a bit in Gohan''s arms, the boy had been quite exhausted after his experience as Ozaru, but Bulma noticed that his emotions were becoming more agitated, indicating that he would soon wake up.


    "An interesting technique. Do you use the vital property of Ki to heal? That way, you don''t use the body''s energy, a beneficial but exhausting method," Kami-Sama approached, using his long staff for support, although it was obvious that he didn''t need it.


    "It''s no problem if I do it during the day and drink water when I''m done," Bulma replied, though she never took her eyes off her younger brother as she tried to repair the damage she had done to him.


    "Looks like the Blutz Waves have been consumed," Brief said, returning to his motorcycle with a tablet in his hand.


    He also tossed a capsule to the ground, revealing a suitcase that, when opened, revealed clothes of Goku''s size, because they had already prepared for this eventuality and didn''t want the little one to go home with a naked body.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll help you with the clothes," Kami-Sama said before he put his hand near Goku''s head.


    Gohan and Bulma did not sense any malicious intent on the part of the old man, but unconsciously they were alert. Bulma was acting more on instinct than anything else, even though she knew that Kami-Sama was the bread of a god, well, more god than bread, but her concern for Goku made her act.


    A glow emerged from Kami-Sama''s palm, covering the sleeping Goku''s body, and soon, custom-made clothes covered the boy. The sight shocked everyone, especially Doctor Brief, who was already thinking about the usefulness of creating something similar to what he had just seen.


    "What was that?" Bulma asked knowingly, but the interest in such an ability was quite strong it was one of the things she wanted to learn when she knew that she would be reincarnated in this world.


    "Magical materialization, some human magicians can do it after much practice, although it comes much more naturally to me," Kami-Sama explained kindly, the curiosity of children had always been a weakness of the god.


    As a being made entirely of kindness, literally, Kami-Sama protected the helpless whenever the rules allowed, and sometimes came into contact with human children who asked him many questions, which he kindly answered.


    "Magic? Magic? First, people who can destroy the surface of the planet with one attack and now magic, what else?" Brief was visibly uncomfortable with the idea that magic could exist, but when he thought about it, it made some sense.


    He was a man of science, he could believe that a person was capable of great physical feats with certain methods, and when he learned about Ki and that everyone technically had access to exaggerated things like destroying mountains or the surface of a planet, he half believed it, especially since Gohan didn''t hesitate to show him a lot of things.


    But when he heard ''magic,'' he instinctively thought of those charlatan wizards and witches who supposedly told your fortune, cast mystical curses, talked to spirits, and so on.


    "Magic is no big deal, Doctor Brief, it''s just a microscopic application of ki, while martial artists use macroscopic applications," Kami-Sama''s explanation only made Brief grimace.


    "Sure, quantum crap, that''s always the excuse," Brief muttered, although everyone could hear him and it was obvious that the man did not bother to hide his thoughts.


    "Dad, you saw me turn a flower into something more sentient, why is magic so hard to believe?" asked Bulma, who had finished drinking the entire contents of a special water bottle.


    It wasn''t just water, it was a nutrient solution she made herself to regain some of her lost strength, even if she had to metabolize sunlight in combination, it was better than nothing.


    By the way, it seemed that the Brief family''s intelligence points were almost all put into mechanics, with some more spread out in other areas, in Bulma, it would be biology and in Doctor Brief''s genetics, they were not super geniuses in those areas, but they were much better than the others.


    If we have to talk about the true genius in several fields at once, it would be Doctor Gero. Mechanics, biology, genetics, physics, and Kami-Sama knows how many other fields, this guy was the true genius of Dragon Ball.


    "I guess this magic is different from the usual nonsense you see at fairs," Brief said reluctantly before he thought of something.


    "Who are you?" the Doctor asked curiously, he was so absorbed in the previous topic that he didn''t notice the presence of the green color.


    "I am Kami-Sama," the answer had the usual effect on humans, but Doctor Brief stopped before saying anything else and looked down at the tablet he was holding.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ''Of course, I am, Kami-Sama, what else, do demons exist too,'' Brief thought as he distracted his mind with the data analyzed during Goku''s transformation, some interesting things had happened and he wanted to find an answer to them.


    "Anyway, why exactly are you here?" asked Gohan, who had left Goku on the ground at this point because he had already woken up.


    "You''re green!" just before Kami-Sama could answer, a groggy Goku, who had just woken up, blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.


    "Goku, what did we talk about shouting out our differences?" asked Bulma with a ''nice'' tone, but little Goku''s tail bristled all over.


    "I''m not supposed to shout them out, people get uncomfortable!" the boy replied automatically, something deep inside him had engraved those words intensely.


    "Okay, now apologize," Bulma continued, making Goku blush with embarrassment.


    "I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to make you feel uncomfortable," Goku apologized with a bow, making Kami-Sama chuckle audibly.


    "Don''t worry little one, you''re not the first one to be surprised by my strange skin color, although seeing that there are so many animal people, humans are surprised by something as common as green skin," Kami-Sama replied kindly, not feeling uncomfortable at all, he seemed to be used to similar situations.


    "To answer your question, I am here because I was curious about his family and the things that happened around them. I must say that at first, I thought the boy might be a danger, but he reminded me of some things from my past, so I preferred to wait and see how things developed.


    You, Son Gohan, apprentice of Muten Roshi, who learned from Mutaito, have shown me that you are capable of guiding this child on the right path and preventing him from straying. Perhaps I should apologize for my earlier spying, but as a god of this world, I have the inherent right to ''observe''.


    I saw them when they first met, when they learned of little Goku''s true origin, and how they have lived since then. I must admit that I was afraid when I learned about the motives of the Galactic Patrolman, but you have shown me that a person is not evil because of his origin," Kami-Sama said, truly revealing his thoughts.


    Unbeknownst to him, the new perspective he had on things would make things very different in the future. A certain person with an evil origin would be judged more critically by him, changing the outcome, but fortunately, for the better.


    "Wow, it''s good to know I''m doing things right," Gohan scratched the back of his head as he looked at little Goku, who was concentrating on not looking at the antennae on Kami-Sama''s head.


    "Ignoring the fact that it''s a little creepy that you''re spying on us, I guess you must watch out for the world," Bulma was more practical and answered directly what she was thinking, which made Kami-Sama a little nervous.


    "I don''t spy on people in their private moments, I''m a god, not a pervert. By the way, did Muten Roshi tell you about me?" asked Kami-Sama to Gohan, who felt.


    "Yes, my master told me about the time of the enemy, about the Mafuba, and Karin and his tower. Although Roshi did not meet you directly, he learned about you from the Immortal Karin, he did not want us to mistake you for Piccolo," Gohan''s words caught Brief''s special attention.


    "Piccolo, did that supposed Big Bad exist? I thought it was just the ramblings of my ancestors," the surprise in the Doctor''s tone was more than evident.


    Imagine that part of the family''s books was suddenly just describing something as fanciful as a being that created demons and terrorized humanity. So did demons exist? Brief felt that he might be jumping to conclusions.


    "Piccolo... that was a mistake I didn''t foresee, fortunately, things are in order. But let''s not talk about such sad things. I would like to say that I was quite fascinated by your techniques and the new genre of martial arts that you have created," Kami-Sama praised from the bottom of his heart.


    He was truly impressed by all the imagination and usefulness, especially some of the techniques Bulma had come up with, even he felt that if one of them was completed, it would unleash terrifying power.


    "I never expected that God would be fascinated by the creation of a mortal like me," Gohan looked a little proud at this point, he didn''t expect such a situation.


    "Grandpa has amazing techniques, but why do I feel like you used them against me?" asked Goku innocently, looking at his grandfather with his big curious eyes.


    "Ahem, Goku, we''ll talk about that later," Gohan started to play with his grandson''s hair, trying to divert his attention.


    "Grandpa, I don''t remember much after I transformed, but I do remember a shield similar to yours," Goku continued, making Gohan more and more nervous.


    "And also a sharp pain in my tail," this time Goku''s attention was focused on Bulma, who also became a bit nervous as she was watched by the boy.


    "Do you remember anything?" asked Brief, who was particularly interested in this situation.


    "Sort of, a lot of things are fuzzy, like when I tasted that can of Grandpa''s beer. Everything feels weird, I remember being angry, everything looked blurry and small," Goku tried to remember his vague impressions of transforming, something he wasn''t supposed to experience.


    "Maybe it''s because we don''t use natural waves? This could have made Goku''s adaptability play a key role. Will it make a difference if he looks at the full moon? How fascinating," Brief muttered as he typed on his tablet, fascinated by the implications of this situation.


    "But what we do know is that you should meditate even more," Gohan said, causing Goku to nod.


    "Haven''t you thought of just cutting off his tail?" asked Kami-Sama, causing Goku to jump in fright, his tail bristling.


    "NO! It''s my tail, I don''t want to be like those tailless dogs!" Goku''s shouts made Bulma burst out laughing.


    "You will not be castrated, Goku, it was just a more radical suggestion," Gohan replied, but Goku began to shake his head as he held his brown tail in his arm.


    "NO! NO I DON''T WANT TO!" The boy''s obvious refusal made Kami-Sama nod.


    "I''m sorry for making you uncomfortable. But if you want to master the wild power within you, meditation can only help so much, maybe I can help you with something more elaborate, what do you think?" asked Kami-Sama, making the boy calm down a bit.


    "How would you do that?" Goku asked curiously.


    "Have you thought that maybe this is not a transformation that you should master, but rather accept as a part of you? Understanding might be better than simply controlling by force," Kami-Sama''s advice lit up the eyes of those present.


    Worthy to be Kami-Sama!


    "Would you like to see a reflection of the depths of your inner self?" asked Kami-Sama, and although his attention was on Goku, his question was obviously for all present.


    "Sounds interesting," Bulma replied, wanting to see how far she could take this.

 16: Evil Bulma!? Nah, shes just a pacific Plant.

    "Can we get something to eat first?" complained Goku before everyone continued talking, his stomach making an audible sound that indicated his hunger.


    "It''s okay, Bikini should be waiting for us with food ready," replied Brief, who had lit a cigarette and was smoking it busily.


    "Would you like to eat with us?" the Doctor asked Kami-Sama.


    Doctor Brief never imagined himself asking such a question to the literal god of this planet, but he felt he should be polite, it was the least he could do, though Kami-Sama shook his head.


    "I only need to drink water to live, that''s how it was before I became a god," Kami-Sama said, making Brief''s eyes sparkle with interest.


    "Divinity is attainable? No, do you only need water? Do you need sun as well? Are you... a tree?" the scientist asked several times with a strong interest in his voice, even though his last question was a bit childish, he couldn''t help but ask it.


    "Yes, yes, no, no, no, in that order, but we''ll have time to talk about those things," Kami-Sama skillfully changed the subject.


    Soon, they had reached the place where Tights and Bikini were, who had already used several capsules to make their stay in the desert more comfortable. There was not only a house with all the comforts, but also several large and tall umbrellas to block the sun, as well as a grill that was already lit.


    "You''re back at last! How scary it was to see you like this, little Goku, but you looked just as cute," Bikini grabbed Goku''s arms and hugged him tightly as she lifted him into the air.


    "Mom, you cut him off," Bulma pointed out in time, but she was caught in Bikini''s big hug herself.


    "You had me worried, young lady! But you looked so brave," the woman said in a strong motherly tone as she shook Bulma''s body.


    "But let me go already," Bulma tried to free herself from her mother''s grip, but even with her 70 power points, she couldn''t free herself from all of Bikini''s motherly love, so she just sulked.


    "Don''t worry about them, they''ll be back to normal soon," Gohan said to Kami-Sama, who seemed a little out of place at the moment.


    "Don''t worry," the God replied before he looked down and saw a curious Tights approaching him.


    "Are you a new alien friend?" the blonde asked, notebook and pen in hand, ready to write down the strange green man''s words.


    "I don''t know, I''m just Kami-Sama," Kami replied, causing Tights to tilt her head slightly in confusion.


    "Are you sure? I have an alien friend, maybe he knows about you, don''t be afraid, we are good people, you don''t have to imagine that you are a god," Tights said with a friendly smile, although if Kami-Sama knew the things she wrote in her notebook, he might be quite angry.


    "Tights, if it''s Kami-Sama, he came down to give us a little help," Goku said, approaching the blonde to look at what he was writing.


    Tights tensed up completely and quickly tore off the sheet almost full of words to crumple it up and throw it into the fire of the grill, he had to destroy what he had written. How was she supposed to know that she would meet God?


    Goku wasn''t lying, when he said that the old man was Kami-Sama, it was Kami-Sama! Just like that. Kami just smiled when he saw her attitude, she was used to many kinds of reactions, and this one wasn''t even the strangest.


    "Well, let''s get the food ready!" after giving a not-very-happy Bulma a dozen kisses on the cheek, Bikini went to work, helped by the younger members of the family.


    After they ate and chatted about trivial things, getting to know a bit of Kami-Sama''s routine, the subject gradually returned to serious matters. The sun had turned red, indicating that night was approaching and the temperature of the desert was getting colder.


    "How do you plan to see our reflection?" asked Bulma curiously, causing Kami-Sama to twirl his staff a bit as he organized his words.


    Ki allows us to consciously access our own mental space, I will lead you into its depths and expose you to what lurks within. Each person will find something different, Goku may find himself or, failing that, a version of himself that has turned into that giant ape.


    Your duty will not be to fight it or subdue it, but to live with it, to try to connect with this wild side of you, and eventually accept it as a part of your being.


    As for you, Bulma... I don''t know what you would see, maybe yourself, maybe something else, you never know when it comes to the mind, but I will make sure that each of you has a safe journey.


    You will then be able to explore the depths of your mind on your own when you have more mastery in meditation," Kami-Sama explained to them, causing the two young men to nod, doing it on your own was always better than relying on others, so they were grateful for Kami-Sama''s guidance.


    "You''re going to see a lot of nice things, Bulma, after all, you''re my daughter, Hohoho," Bikini chuckled as she covered her mouth with her hand, but Bulma already had an idea of what she might encounter.


    "When you are ready, close your eyes and relax, meditate as you always have," the words of Kami-Sama, Bulma, and Goku closed their eyes when they felt ready.


    "May my power serve as a guide for these minds," Kami-Sama spoke in a language no one had ever heard before, but the meaning of his words was clear to all present.


    From him came an invisible pulse of energy that covered the two young martial artists who had fallen into a deep trance. The world of the mind was confusing, ever-changing, and never still.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Except for a few areas that a trained martial artist could use for mental practice and simulated fights, the rest of the mind was like a giant whirlpool, only what was swirling around were memories, feelings, sensations, impressions, and even ideas.


    Goku was unconsciously pulled into this vortex and sank deep into the darkness, his mental body was engulfed by everything his mind had recorded and processed throughout his life, absolutely everything.


    Fortunately, a green light covered his figure, protecting him from the chaotic influence of the vortex, but it also allowed him to see some memories that were particularly blurry before, but now were clear.


    He saw a sky different from Earth''s, people similar to himself, a male and female face he could instinctively recognize as his parents. He also glimpsed the figure of an older brother, of whom he had little memory beyond a cold smile on his face.


    He remembered that day as if he were living it. How his parents took him out of the incubator and put him on a ship. How he cried, how alone he felt in the vastness of the cosmos.


    But he also saw himself being taken care of by Gohan, being advised by Bulma, the stories that Tights read to him, the clothes that Bikini created exclusively for him, or the strange toys that Brief gave him, he also saw that friend from school fleetingly, but his impressions were blurred in the depths of his mind, but it was a start, wasn''t it?


    Soon he felt himself falling to a ground filled with red dirt and huge rocks. The only illumination was a moonlight-like glow, but his body did not move due to the emotion he felt.


    Fear.


    He was absolutely afraid of what was in front of him, the huge body of a gigantic monkey, brown fur, red eyes, and an open mouth as if it wanted to devour him, but strangely enough, it didn''t move, it just looked at Goku.


    "Are you me in Ozaru form?" asked Goku with all the courage he could muster, if there was one thing that characterized the Saiyans, it was that they could quickly overcome their fear and fight even if they would lose.


    They were a race that was born to fight!


    A growl came from Ozaru as he crouched down until he covered Goku with shadows. His huge eyes served as a mirror in which Goku himself was reflected, his small form in front of him, and he understood instinctively.


    He was weak, so weak that he would not be able to tame or control this beast, but remembering Kami-Sama''s words, the boy bravely placed his hand on the Ozaru''s nose and gave him a smile that seemed to light up the whole place.


    "Hi, I''m Goku! Or if that''s more like it... Kakarot," Goku greeted, even making a gesture of peace with his free hand.


    The Ozaru snorted, the exhaled air shaking Goku''s clothes and hair, but he bravely stood still and began to climb over Ozaru''s head.


    "Elder Kami-Sama said I should accept you, so I introduced myself. He says you are me, but you are big, do you think I can be as big as you? I eat my vegetables, Aunt Bikini says it will make me tall and handsome in the future," Goku started to chat idly with Ozaru, who just got up and started to walk around the desolate place.


    "Come on, say something. One grunt yes, two grunts no. Do you like meat?" Goku''s question was answered by a grunt from Ozaru, which made the boy smile with excitement.


    "Me too! We already have something in common, that means we''re friends now, okay? I''ll come visit you whenever I can, but it looks like I have to go now," Goku patted Ozaru''s head before he felt something pull him up.


    In the red desert, Ozaru sat on the ground, his red eyes full of ferocity a little less bright than before, and even his posture was a little more standardized, similar to how Goku had sat on his head.


    "Kakarot," the creature roared, no, it spoke.


    "You seem to have achieved something, very impressive, little one," Goku heard when he opened his eyes, Kami-Sama seemed to be fascinated by the subtle changes in the child.


    It wasn''t something physical, but on a mental level, the boy seemed much calmer than before, but Kami-Sama''s experience told him that underneath that calmness was a wild creature, conscious but wild.


    "I feel comfortable," Goku said before shaking his body.


    His power hadn''t changed, but he felt that his Ki control was much better, and his tail felt much better, like a third arm instead of an appendage that he had to actively control.


    "But... Wasn''t Bulma supposed to wake up early?" Goku asked curiously, and they all looked at the meditating blue-haired girl who would have caused quite a scene if outsiders had been watching.


    The place where the two chose to meditate was a small rock in the desert, but while Goku''s side had not changed, near Bulma everything was different. Plants, flowers, and even a small stream grew around the girl.


    "Bulma... what a strong breath of life," Gohan muttered when he sensed the state of his apprentice, fortunately, everything was fine.


    "Truly incredible, all this happened so naturally, without any transformation, without any conscious effort, it''s as if... "Kami-Sama paused, searching for an appropriate metaphor, but it was Tights who came up with it.


    "As if renewing the resources of the desert," just as the blonde said these words, Bulma''s eyes opened, but what was in them caused fear.


    Completely white eyes that glowed a little, as if she didn''t understand where she was or what she was doing, Bulma''s body sat up with difficulty, as if it was the first time.


    "Possession?" asked Gohan unsure, ready to fight, but Kami-Sama stopped him with a gesture.


    "Is Bulma evil?" asked Goku curiously, but his body had already tensed in case a fight was necessary.


    "No, I''m just a Plant," a soft voice came from Bulma''s mouth, it was the same tone but with a completely different feel.


    "I just... temporarily agreed to something I shouldn''t, I''m sorry if I scared you," Bulma''s eyes returned to normal and her body almost fell over if Goku hadn''t held her up.


    "Your Ki looks exhausted," Gohan said, approaching his apprentice with concern.


    "Yes... I''m hungry," this time it was Bulma''s stomach that growled loudly, for the first time in a long time, the girl felt a strong hunger.


    "While I''m cooking, tell us what you saw," Bikini said, staring at her daughter who looked more and more rebellious and wanted to refuse her mother''s request, but her mother had her eyes open and that look... .... Bulma shuddered, and began to tell.


    As Goku fell into the mental spiral, Bulma also explored her mental passage with curiosity, the scene before her was more than anything else very strange. It was like being in a large technological facility, the walls glowed with different lights and there was only one corridor to follow.


    For every step she took there was a new door, each with a name on it, memories, emotions, intrusive thoughts, and she even saw a door with the words ''Ideas'' written on it.


    Her journey ended in a wide place where there was a small crystal floating next to a large glass sphere containing...


    "A version of you in adult form with white wings and a halo of light on your back?" asked Tights, interrupting the narrative, she even made a quick sketch in her notebook and showed it to the others.


    "Something like that, but add a pair of wings at the wrists and ankles, they were more like energy than flesh or feathers, whatever..."


    Bulma touched the crystal for the first time, realizing it was her natural ability to sense and interpret emotions. She fiddled with the crystal for a while before going to the glass jar that guarded her adult version.


    Out of curiosity, she placed her hand on the orb and felt as if she knew its meaning. This was a natural limit to her abilities as a plant, which she would gradually unlock when she reached a certain level of physical, mental, and energetic strength.


    Her ability to feel emotions was something that came from inside the sphere when she was born, so she was curious to see if she could go inside. Yes, she could, and she did, but it caused her Ki to be completely depleted, but in return....


    "In return, you brought a breath of life to a dead place like this," said Kami-Sama, who held a white flower in his hands, it was the kind that grew where Bulma sat meditating.


    "What a beautiful power," Gohan said, glad that his apprentice was well, such a kind power would not harm anyone.


    "The experience was short, but it made me understand a lot about myself, many of my past ideas now have a path to follow," said Bulma, who wanted to accomplish something significant in this world.


    The stars in the desert are a beautiful thing, and Bulma was now even more eager to reach for them.

 17: Oh, a Space TV!

    "Ah, the beach is really beautiful," said Bulma, who was already a 16-year-old teenager, as she watched the waves crashing against the white sand below.


    "Only this beautiful place has a lousy owner," the girl complained, ignoring the old man in sunglasses glaring at her.


    "I''ve already apologized to your mother, girl, stop the fuss!" the somewhat embarrassed old man complained, but his attention was once again drawn to a teenage boy carrying Ki in his hands.


    "Kame...!" a 12-year-old Goku, almost thirteen, shouted, concentrating his energy between his palms and creating a ball of shimmering Ki that gradually grew under his control.


    "Master Roshi, you need to get over your lust and start training again, you are not the strongest anymore and there is a great cosmos out there waiting for us. Why don''t you try some of the wine I made from the golden grapes I was able to create?" asked Bulma, not fully understanding the old man''s stubbornness.


    "Hame...!" Goku continued, charging the ki ball, which now emitted beams of light that began to spin constantly, from what Bulma could sense, the boy''s power level was finally more ''in tune'' with him than when they were little.


    "Why would I do that? Imagine my surprise when you came to my house six years ago because ''Kami-Sama'' told you, that not only did you cruelly take away the beautiful Dragon Ball around my neck, but you have been trying to force me to train ever since, there is no consideration for old people in the youth of today," Roshi waved his hand in despair, he did not want to argue with a teenage girl anymore.


    "Ha!" Finally, Goku''s Ki Ball charged enough energy and with a movement of his whole body, a beam of white light was shot from his hands towards the beach, splitting it in two as it floated off into the distance.


    "How much was the boost, Bulma?" asked Goku after a few breaths.


    "100 points, added to the 150 you have, that was a solid 250 power points attack. You managed to control all your Ki so easily," Bulma muttered jealously before removing the detector goggles from her face, but she was happy to see her brother''s growth.


    One perhaps unique feature of the earthly martial arts, aside from their variety, was the fact that they allowed you to use more power than you had. This increase was usually uncontrolled, influenced more by the adrenaline of combat and desperation in the face of danger than anything deliberate.


    But Gohan was a fucking genius at techniques, at least this version, his technique ''Entropy'' allowed such an absurd control of Ki that even if it wasn''t 100%, it wouldn''t be wrong to say it was directly that amount.


    This allowed him to find the exact key to these temporary power increases, which were exhausting but a good ace up his sleeve not to be wasted. Roshi nodded at how well his signature technique was executed, though the man mumbled a few things.


    "50 years of study, 50 years of continuous practice, for some brats to master and dissect my technique..." The rest of the dialog Bulma decided to ignore, pulling Goku close to giving the little guy a warm hug.


    "You finally did it, little monkey!" Bulma congratulated, further tousling Goku''s messy hair, who giggled happily as he stood in her embrace.


    "You said we would have adventures when I control my power with Grandpa''s technique, come on, let''s go get the rest of the Dragon Balls," Goku shouted as he broke free of Bulma''s embrace and started jumping around like the little brat he would never stop being.


    "Yeah, I guess we can start now, although I would have preferred to do it later, you know, I know there are guys after the Dragon Balls and I don''t like that," Bulma said as she remembered the image projected by her Dragon Radar a day ago.


    One of the Dragon Balls was unmistakably heading for another, and when the 4 in her possession were added up, there were only 2 left. Would it be Pilaf? Probably, he was the only one smart enough to create something similar to the Dragon Radar that would allow him to find such objects.


    As cowardly as he and his group were, they would surely look for the isolated Dragon Balls before planning to target the ones in their possession, though they would be in for a big surprise when they did.


    Then there was the Red-Ribbon Army, should he destroy it together with Goku and make sure that Dr. Gero was really dead? However, finding him would be like looking for a needle in a haystack and he didn''t want to use the Dragon Balls for that.


    He didn''t want to trivialize them, there was something wrong with thinking that there were no consequences just because it could be solved with a wish or two. The thought of millions of people dying, or all of humanity dying, and being considered something that could be ''solved with a wish'' chilled Bulma''s blood.


    Besides, in a way, she could afford Gero''s life by giving birth to C-17 and C-18, but would they be as good as Trunks'' altered future? Or would they be like the originals from Trunks'' future, bloodthirsty and ruthless?If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Though Bulma didn''t want to risk human lives because she could "wish for their resurrection", one never knows when that option is really needed, but Kami-Sama could just die, or Namekians could refuse to use their Dragon Balls, so relying on a third party certainly had its drawbacks.


    "Unless..." a wish came to Bulma''s mind, a wish so cool that it would make a certain biomechanical threat not as dangerous as it should be.


    With Buu, she couldn''t do much, neither now when he was weak, nor in the future when he was strong, Buu was something different from all the enemies they could face, just like the misnamed Androids, even though they were technically Cyborgs.


    Vegeta and his gang were a problem that was bound to come, what was interesting was how it would all play out later, was Freezer really ignorant of the supposed legend of the Namekians'' ''magic orbs'' or was he just searching the universe for his information and Vegeta happened to find one on Earth?


    There were so many hidden and unknown nuances, but Bulma focused on the main point, Goku and she needed to adventure, explore the world, and fight. Maybe they were strong for that time, but fighting experience was something you didn''t get just by practicing at home.


    ''Besides, we need some pressure, because a certain King of Everything could wipe out this universe. I need Goku to propose the Tournament of Power,'' Bulma decided how to proceed.


    She wouldn''t respect the canon, but she would make sure that most of the adventures would lead to similar results as the original, with its more than obvious differences, all for the sake of having enough power and experience for the grand finale, so to speak.


    And this wish can solve a lot of my worries," Bulma stopped sinking into her thoughts at this point, already much more relaxed than before.


    "Bulma, they''re showing your favorite show!" Goku called from the Kame House, causing Bulma to get a nervous twitch in her eye.


    "I told you I don''t like those ''ridiculous'' poses or those who do them! I just wanted to show you our possible future enemies!" Bulma yelled as she rushed into the house and saw one of her greatest works of the past six years in the living room.


    A box with a small antenna that picked up signals from the universe, it had started as a simple project to contact other civilizations, but she had never expected to receive a series of signals from... Television.


    Space Television, Bulma almost felt like the universe was making fun of her, but when she saw a recruitment ad for the army of ''Lord Freezer'', which by the way had really good job benefits and even gave you a long maternity leave with double pay...


    We digress, she never expected to find something like this, which led her to expand the project and identify each of the signals coming from space, something tedious, but it gave her three types of television to watch.


    Television was paid for by Lord Freezer, with the appropriate channels and propaganda one would expect. North Galaxy Television, sponsored by the Galactic King, is a clear contrast to the first, even with imitations of Freezer''s commercials.


    The other was... weird, it was a Universe 2 broadcast where a group of "Magical Girls" literally fought villains with the power of love. Finding this signal was like falling down the rabbit hole, finding signals from Universe 10 and even the Multiversal Internet, where there was even a YouTube equivalent.


    Imagine Bulma''s surprise when she saw a Kaio-Shin teaching her how to make a good fruitcake, a recipe she obviously used, and it was indeed delicious. But this opened up possibilities that made her a little uncomfortable.


    Universe 7 was very isolated from the rest, hardly anyone knows about the existence of other universes, and this is probably one of the reasons for the general decay in this universe.


    Coupled with a Kaio-Shin who didn''t even know about the God of Destruction or the other universes, or that the God of Destruction was a lazy cat, we had this universe with a low rating.


    "But it''s a really good plot, are they really villains?" asked Roshi as he ate popcorn and watched Ginyu fight a giant monster, striking poses during their attacks.


    "They''re henchmen of that Freezer," Bulma said as she sat on the couch next to Goku, who was excitedly watching the strange fight on TV.


    "Monster, you will not be able to defeat one of the worlds that Lord Freezer takes care of," Ginyu shouted ''heroically'' before striking a pose, his body covered in a dark purple aura as he slowly began to dance.


    "Now you will see the power of my ''Dance of Victory'', die you monster!" Bulma could not help but slap her face at such an embarrassing sight, but Goku seemed genuinely excited to see the fight.


    "Come on, beat him with your dance, woooooo!" Goku made some Ginyu-like gestures before feeling a cold stare on his back, his tail bristling all over as he turned stiffly to look at Bulma.


    "Your moves look pretty standard, have you been practicing a lot, Goku-kun~?" Bulma never, ever used honorifics, in fact, almost no one used them except for certain people who were particularly sensitive about the subject, but Goku knew that.


    Bulma was angry with him! She only used honorifics and that soft tone when she was angry with him for his constant nonsense. But experience made perfect, Goku had grown up with common sense and knew how to use the great strength of boys like him better than anyone else.


    "I''m sorry Bulma, do you forgive me?" Goku made puppy dog eyes and even wagged his tail like one, using his still high voice.


    "You''re 12, Goku, 12," Bulma said, but her discomfort was long gone when she saw the boy''s expression.


    "Chi-Chi taught you badly," Bulma muttered as she watched Goku concentrate on the result of his program.


    "She''s nice, even though she tried to trick me into getting married by telling me it was food. Getting married means having children! I can''t have kids at 12," Goku said, shaking his head.


    "Silly, that''s for when they''re grown up," Roshi couldn''t help but comment on the boy''s obvious naivety, even with common sense and a level head, Goku sometimes missed things.


    "I know, but that''s in many years, isn''t it, why talk about it when we''re kids, isn''t it better to train and go on adventures?" Goku''s questions silenced Roshi and made Bulma burst out laughing.


    "You live in the now, don''t you, Goku? By the way, would you like to take Chi-Chi with you on our adventure?" asked Bulma, making Goku''s eyes sparkle with excitement.


    "Yes! That settles it, doesn''t it? Let''s find the Dragon Balls together," Goku shouted, and for a moment, Bulma remembered the mythical song from a past life that started this whole adventure.


    "Find the Dragon Balls! Look out for them all! ," Bulma muttered before getting up, she had to get ready for the beginning of their adventure.

 18: Good Girl.

    "Remind me again why you thought it was a good idea to wear these clothes, please," Bulma said as she drove an open car that glided inches in the air over the dirt road in front of her.


    The Capsule Corps logo on the side already showed its origin, it was a white vehicle with some deep blue accents. It was barely audible, except for a low hum as it moved.


    "It was something I inherited from my mother..." Chi-Chi muttered with her head down, but the red in her cheeks was more than visible.


    "I think you misunderstood very badly under what times a woman would wear such... free clothes," Bulma said, choosing the right words when talking to a 12-year-old girl.


    Bulma, Goku, and Chi-Chi started their journey to the next Dragon Ball that the radar detected, but there was something sinister in the future, two Dragon Balls had already been collected, so it was obvious what would happen next.


    Dragon Ball canon? At least until Raditz arrives on Earth, many things will undoubtedly be different, like this situation. If it was Pilaf who had those two Dragon Balls, they would probably face him in the next direction they went.


    "My mom said she wore these clothes when she fought my dad before I was born," Chi-Chi said with a little more energy, but Bulma only bothered to look at her through the rearview mirror.


    "Girl, I don''t think your mother was very precise with her words, she was probably using an understatement," Bulma said, then concentrated on the road ahead, even though she didn''t have to.


    The benefits of scanning two spaceships in her childhood were not only hard improvements in technology, but also in subtler aspects like automatic piloting, but unlike many people, Bulma loved to use the machines, so she paid attention to the road while driving, even though she could easily let it go.


    "I see, that suit always looked weird to me anyway," Chi-Chi finally looked up, not as embarrassed as before, so she could appreciate the scenery the car left behind.


    The land of Dragon Ball has something very remarkable, and that is that it had many wooded or isolated areas, the population was really concentrated in a few big cities and a few small towns or remote villages, after that everything was inhospitable.


    If you add up all the species that should be extinct but still exist, animal people, humans turned into animals, intelligent animals, and who knows, Kami-Sama, how many other creatures, Earth was one of the most vibrant planets in the entire Universe 7.


    It was an untouched paradise on a cosmic level, a Garden of Eden of biodiversity, and maybe the Kaio-Shin who had the great idea to imprison a being of pure evil on this planet had something to do with it.


    Bulma suspected that Shin, or Nahare, whatever you wanted to call him, had a lot to do with the absurd situation on Earth. Or maybe Earth was so lucky that it had been able to withstand the extinctions that were supposed to reduce life on it much better.


    In that sense, life on Earth was very tenacious. But when Bulma saw trilobites at dinner in her childhood, she realized that things might be even more exaggerated than she thought.


    Speaking of prehistoric life, a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared in front of the car and out of the trees. It wasn''t like any of its variants, it was more like what people had in mind when they thought of that dinosaur.


    Only it was huge, with greenish skin and a crown of protruding horns on its head. The creature caused Bulma to stop the vehicle, but it was obvious that this matter would not end just like that.


    This dinosaur was intelligent, there was that spark of wisdom in its eyes as its mouth was full of teeth filled with saliva. The creature seemed accustomed to vehicles, as if it had seen them before and even ambushed them.


    It didn''t speak, just let out a ferocious roar before moving its heavy body towards them, and while one might expect slowness, the creature was actually fast, perhaps it had a lot to do with the Ki readings Bulma sensed in the animal.


    "79 power points, what a thing, Goku, do you want dinosaur steak?" Bulma said with the detector goggles on, even if she didn''t rely on them to sense Ki, a quantification was always welcome.


    "I do!" Before the monkey boy could fight back, Bulma opened the door of the carriage and slowly stepped out, not caring about the threatening proximity of the enemy.


    "Good, then let''s cut this thing properly," Bulma circulated her Ki in her body and guided it gently to her right hand, which was raised towards the approaching dinosaur, which came towards her with an open mouth and red eyes.


    "Mono Molecular Cut" Bulma''s purple Ki transformed into a grid of ultra-thin energy strands that flew towards the creature.


    The lattice expanded rapidly, covering the dinosaur''s entire body, before dissipating. In front of Bulma, the creature soon fell, sliced into large square chunks of bleeding flesh.


    "How amazing!" exclaimed Chi-Chi, not disgusted by the blood as she was used to worse sights, not to mention her father hacking people up with a giant axe.


    "Complicated technique," Goku said as he got out of the car, a shrunken red staff attached to his back, a gift from his grandfather to have a good time on the adventure.


    "You can learn it if you study hard Goku, you got a B- on your last exam and that''s not good," Bulma scolded Goku, who scratched his neck as he laughed.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "B- is better than a C+!" the brat said strangely proud of those bad grades, but maybe because of the particular inspiration of this world, Bulma did not tolerate much that Goku got such low grades, so she hit her head hard.


    "I got good grades! Can I do that?" asked Chi-Chi, who was already gently touching one of the evenly cut pieces of meat.


    "Yes, even if your power can only increase slowly, my golden grapes will make you gain potential in the long run, so don''t stop consuming them," Bulma said with obvious pride in her voice.


    Her attempts to create a modified fruit with her Ki had ironically paid off, but aside from some strange results, the Golden Grapes were undoubtedly what she appreciated the most.


    The grapes had a function Bulma had never expected, it fueled the potential of whoever consumed it. The grapes didn''t increase your power, but the heights you could reach with the necessary effort and dedication.


    Though tiny, consumption over the years could work wonders, and Bulma had no qualms about sharing this discovery with those close to her, her mother and sister were more appreciative of the Beauty Peaches she was able to create, oddly enough, Goku was very fond of those peaches.


    But back to the grapes, they were another step in Bulma''s goal to make humans relevant. Imagine that the humans were left behind not because of a lack of training, but because of a lack of potential.


    Yes, they were able to reach the stars in time because of their intelligence, but on a fighting level, they were far behind, only a few exceptional beings could reach a power of 10,000 or more, something quite "good" in the galaxy, but tiny compared to what was to come in the future.


    "But they are very sour," Goku said with obvious discomfort, which was reflected in Chi-Chi''s face.


    The grapes were beautiful, they seemed to be made of gold, and even their juice was golden, but they were extremely sour, even making anyone''s face crinkle comically.


    But properly processed with some by-products developed over the years, they had produced an extremely delicious wine, which Bulma tragically could not taste too much of due to her status as a minor.


    Though she had plans for the future, she wanted to use the Ultra Divine Water as part of a wine that would not only increase the drinker''s potential but also their power, albeit in a less drastic and painful way.


    Perhaps she could modify the drink to give the user even more potential since Bulma was more guided by the idea that power should come from one''s efforts, opportunities, or potential, not from desires or secondary objects.


    Some fools in the future wanted to be the strongest in the universe and were easily surpassed, which meant one thing: their strength, however high, was illusory, and it was doubtful that they would even reach really important levels like that of a God of Destruction.


    The fact that Ultra Divine Water couldn''t be drunk by humans didn''t matter to her, Goku could do it, and to the gods, every race was ''human'' so to speak, so it had nothing to do with humans in general, maybe something to do with earthlings, there had to be more factors in this situation.


    Lack of talent perhaps? The water found nowhere to draw power from and consumed their lives, that could be a possible answer, in a way explaining something strange in Dragon Ball, Goku''s heart disease caused by an unknown virus.


    Whatever these answers are, it was because of this curiosity to know more and to explore the wide universe of Dragon Ball that Bulma never thought that wishes like more strength, Saiyan blood, etc., as a good Chinese protagonist would say, would only hinder her path... yes, let''s not forget the particular influence in this universe.


    What she did accept were the products of her hard work, like the ability Guru had on Namek, which just gave you the power you should be able to use, but for reasons you couldn''t, or what old Kaio-Shin could do, which drew power directly from your potential, but gave you the ability to keep growing.


    "At least the energy strawberries are tasty, although I don''t understand why it tastes like fried chicken, everything tastes like chicken..." Bulma muttered as she packed the dinosaur meat.


    Soon the journey continued and without complications, they arrived at a small village where the Dragon ball they were looking for was apparently. Although it was a remote place, the lights in the houses and on the streets indicated the presence of electricity, making it easy to find a hotel to stay.


    The next morning, they went to the house of an old woman who was busy with her garden, though along the way, many people looked at the trio curiously, especially Chi-Chi, and knowing the context, Bulma just pursed her lips.


    "Looks like I''m going to have to bash a pig''s head in," the blue-haired woman muttered when they reached the old woman.


    The woman quickly noticed the visitors and was startled by the sight of Chi-Chi, so she opened the door to her house and motioned for the three to enter quietly.


    "Children, are you strangers? You shouldn''t have come, there is a cruel monster who has taken many girls from the village to marry them, but none have returned, you should leave," the old woman warned when she felt that the closed door of her house was safe enough.


    "Actually, we are here to hunt this monster," Bulma stopped Goku from speaking and took over the conversation.


    "Do not waste your life on this, many strong men in the village have tried and failed. You are a delicate young girl; how will you be able to handle that monster? Go away, they shouldn''t stay any longer, the villagers..." The sound of knocking on the door interrupted the old woman, who was visibly frightened.


    "Old woman! Let the outsiders out! It''s for the best and you know it!" said a man, probably the one who was knocking wildly at the door.


    "The disaster in our village is only our own doing, it shouldn''t affect others," said the old woman, but her words were drowned out by the constant chanting for the outsiders to be captured and handed over to the monster.


    "What bad people," complained Chi-Chi, who had not expected to see the meanness of humanity, at least not like this.


    "This is what we are like when we are afraid, Chi-Chi, don''t forget that," Bulma said before summoning a ball of Ki and throwing it at the door.


    The explosion shattered the door and pushed those behind it, Bulma did not care about the mess of screams and cries, she would not pity people who advocated handing her over to a monster, even if it was fake and harmless.


    "Get out of my way before I leave a trail of blood, your blood," Bulma threatened with a raised hand, creating another ball of purple Ki.


    She would not kill for the sake of killing, that was not what she had learned, but threats were always good in a situation like this where people were acting irrationally.


    The people backed away and Bulma looked at the shattered door on the floor. She could have handled it better, but she was at that stage in everyone''s life where hormones made her very irritable.


    "I apologize for my rudeness earlier," Bulma apologized, but the Ki Ball never left her hand, Earthlings could do crazy things when the situation forced them to.


    "No.... we understand. We overdid it, but it''s just..." A man stood up, his arm was red from the blood gushing from the wound on the limb, but the pain on his face was not from the damage, it was something deeper.


    "We''ll help you," Bulma said and her Ki Ball exploded into small balls that covered each injured person and healed them little by little.


    An expensive technique, but it was worth it, she never intended to attack again, she just wanted them to calm down and behave rationally. Bulma then looked at the old woman, who was smaller than her, so she crouched down in a sign of respect.


    "Old woman, you have something in your house that we need, in exchange, we will get rid of the monster," Bulma said to the woman who nodded as she put a hand on Bulma''s head and ruffled her hair.


    "You''re a good girl," the old woman said, making Bulma smile.


    "I do my best."

 19: Oolong and the Dragon Ball.

    Oolong was tired. Having to disguise himself to terrorize a remote village to get a woman sounded like a good idea at first, well, he just wanted to pretend to be strong and big to impress the ladies, but the people started to misunderstand his intentions and gave him their daughters.


    To keep up his ''strong man'' facade, he could only take the girls away and try to bring them back later, after all, what was a little girl compared to a beautiful grown woman?


    But who would have thought that when these girls discovered his secret, they would take over his house and send him to get their friends to hang out with them?


    Not only did they waste his money, but they treated him like a slave, making him cook, clean, and do laundry. He was supposed to find a woman to do these things for him while watching TV in his home.


    But it was the girls who could watch TV, not him! He didn''t even know why he insisted on the facade, no, he didn''t even know why he wanted a wife, technically he wasn''t even a teenager yet, although he was a pervert.


    Who decided that teaching a pervert a transformation technique was a good idea? Luckily, he was expelled and only learned how to transform for five minutes, but that didn''t change the fact that it was still a terrible idea.


    "I envy Puar," Oolong muttered as he walked down the dirt road towards the village.


    As he remembered, Puar had a friend who gave him a home and food. Of course, he ignored that they lived in a desert. At this point in his life, he would rather live in a dry place than in these lush forests.


    "Strange that that ugly dinosaur didn''t come out to chase me," Oolong said, noticing the absence of his enemy.


    That dinosaur was always trying to eat him, and he had to waste a few seconds of his transformation into a bird to get rid of it, but now there was no sign of the creature.


    If Oolong had been a little more attentive, he would have noticed that the ground he stepped on was a little darker than usual, and if he wasn''t used to the comforts of civilization, his animal instincts would have told him that something bad had happened here.


    He didn''t smell the faint scent of blood in the air, nor did he notice the dinosaur tracks that had been partially erased if he had known, nor did he notice that the village he was approaching seemed more ''alive'' than yesterday, with smoke rising from the chimneys and more people coming out of their houses.


    But he hid behind a tree before transforming into a ferocious monster, before thinking about the details and trying to keep his transformation coherent.


    However, he soon realized that no matter what form he took, the villagers were very afraid of him, so he didn''t even bother to imagine a coherent form, he just added teeth, claws, and a huge size to his figure.


    The only bad thing is that his transformation not only took a long time, but it did not bring much strength to his being, it was just a facade. It is said that the headmaster of the school where he studied was so skilled that one of his hairs could replicate 100% of an organism for a long time.


    Even though it was enough, his ''scary'' appearance scared the villagers, but instead, they stared at the being with hatred and anger in their eyes, Oolong didn''t notice those emotions, he was bad at noticing how uncomfortable he made people feel, how could he notice other people''s negative emotions?


    "Wife! I am looking for a wife for my castle! A worthy wife now!" the monster shouted, something to be commended was that he knew truly terrifying voices, but no one responded except for a remarkably childish and naive voice.


    "That''s the monster? It looks like a malnourished dinosaur," Goku said, curiously approaching Oolong, who was spellbound by his words.


    "What did you say, you tail brat?" growled the transformed Oolong, but Goku just looked back to see Chi-Chi and Bulma.


    "He doesn''t even feel that strong. Bulma, you tricked me!" complained little Goku, pouting, but the boy wasn''t slow, he already had his magic staff in his hands.


    "Kid, stop ignoring me," Oolong shouted before looking over to where Goku had been looking and noticing Bulma.


    "How beautiful you are, my dear! Will you be my wife? You will only have to cook, wash, clean the house, and buy the food, but you will live in a castle!" the monster was excited when he saw Bulma.


    Not to be outdone, Bulma was beautiful at 16, but Oolong didn''t notice the annoyed look on the blue-haired teenager''s face, nor the disgusted look on Chi-Chi''s face. He also didn''t notice Goku''s pout as he extended his staff and waved it at his head.


    "Don''t bother my sister!" Goku shouted before he struck the monster''s head, and if you were paying attention, you could hear a faint crunching sound aside from the sound of flesh being struck.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Goku may or may not have used too much force and cracked Oolong''s skull, but the Saiyan was angry. Something about Oolong''s words made him uncomfortable and to say them to Bulma was a big no for him.


    "Auchs, you monkey bastard! Why are you hitting me? I just proposed to the pretty girl!" Oolong shouted, covering his head as his transformation lost its effect.


    He didn''t reach the time limit, but the terrible headache he felt made him lose his concentration. His chubby pig body, suspiciously styled clothes that we won''t mention, and a head with a large cartoonish bump on it were revealed to everyone in the village.


    "He''s just a pig boy..." someone said, pointing out Oolong''s real age, and everyone in the village felt a great sense of absurdity.


    "Hey, piggy boy! Did you eat the girls you kidnapped?" an angry woman asked, but Oolong seemed to feel uncomfortable with the woman''s words.


    "Piggy boy? THAT''S RACIST, OLD WITCH! Just because I am a pig, I do not eat children! I''m not an animal in a pigsty! And those girls? They took over my castle! They won''t let me watch TV, they just want me to do chores around the house!


    They''re the ones who sent me to look for their friends! They say they''re tired of living in a place where they have nothing to do but play with dirt, don''t blame me for something I didn''t do, you old fucking bastards, you should shove your fucking village up your..." Honoring his deepest self, Oolong began to rant.


    For half an hour, he insulted everyone in the village in a way that no one would have expected, never repeating himself at any point, even resorting to more elaborate insults and even using other obsolete languages.


    "Bulma, what is a... hmmmmm?" Bulma covered Goku''s mouth, she did not know what the boy was going to say, but she did not want to have to explain anything Oolong said.


    Bulma looked at Chi-Chi, who seemed to be fuming out of her ears, blushing from all the really ugly things Oolong said. But through his talk, they found out the true situation regarding the monster and the stray girls.


    "So, are our daughters all right?" asked a man, the same one who had wounded and healed by Bulma not long ago.


    "For the love of Zhu Bajie, yes! What do you take me for, you old son of a...?" And Oolong insulted the man again, emphasizing a point that people seemed to overlook: He was only a human pig, not a pig!


    He didn''t do anything to those girls because he just wanted a wife, although it seems like he wanted a mother, he didn''t want anything else. He was a pervert, yes, but he insisted that he was a ''man of culture'', not a dark, delusional type.


    He even went to therapy after he was expelled from school for making a joke that got out of hand and was misinterpreted. Now it seemed that things had gotten out of hand in the village as well, and aside from his insults, Oolong looked shaky, as if the whole situation made him uncomfortable.


    "I''ll have to call Dr. Wong again, looks like I need those common-sense lessons," the pig muttered before looking at Bulma one last time before leaving the village, but when he saw that no one was following him, he turned and yelled.


    "Don''t you want your pesky daughters? Come and get them!" Oolong continued on his way, this time with many people behind him.


    "What a rude guy, Goku, don''t learn anything from him, okay?" Chi-Chi looked at Goku, who had been freed by Bulma and no longer tried to repeat those strange words.


    "Okay, but I don''t understand, why does he want a woman? He can do those things by himself," Goku tilted his head a little and asked Chi-Chi.


    "You know Goku, women don''t just do those things, he-he-he-he..." Chi-Chi lowered her head with a red face and Bulma gave her a sideways glance and made a mental note.


    ''Taking Chi-Chi to meet Kami-Sama and having him give her life advice sounds like a better option every time than leaving her here, she''s too precocious,'' Bulma thought before turning to the old woman who was holding an orange ball in her hands.


    "Thank you for your help, young lady! Although it all seems to be a misunderstanding, the poor pig child did not turn out to be a child-eating monster or a pervert, who would have known?" the old woman laughed a little at this situation and even rolled her eyes at Bulma''s amusement.


    "I guess sometimes you have to know the whole story and not judge at first glance," Bulma felt like she was in a strange childish fable with the musings and the whole thing, so she quickly brought the subject back to what she wanted.


    "Madam, I need the orb in your hand as a reward, can I have it?" asked Bulma, causing the old woman to look at the shiny object in her hands before handing it to Bulma.


    "My granddaughter brought this a few days ago before I started this whole thing, it seems the lack of entertainment here has caused a lot of problems, maybe I should move to the city.


    Poor Maron, I never thought she would act like a little delinquent out of boredom," the old woman''s words made Bulma stop for a moment and look at the woman in front of her.


    Although full of gray hair, some of the woman''s hair was visibly blue, a lighter shade than Bulma''s hair, perhaps because of this, the old woman was kinder to her than usual, reminding her not only of her youth but also of her granddaughter.


    "Educate your granddaughter better and set her on a good path, the city is not a good environment for many children, but a good school can make her future better, just make her aware of the dangers of seeking luxury," Bulma advised before taking her leave and heading to where part of the village had left with Oolong.


    "Bulma, why are we going to where that pig lives?" Chi-Chi asked curiously.


    "I want to make sure the pig doesn''t do anything stupid, plus we need a secluded place to deal with the approaching threat. Fortunately, my father was able to replicate the technology in the armor that Goku came to Earth with," Bulma replied, waving a capsule in her hand.


    "Cool! These clothes feel comfortable and sturdy," Goku praised as he caught the capsule in Bulma''s hand and played with it.


    "Don''t open it here, wait until we get there," the blue-haired girl warned before she looked at the Dragon Radar installed in the car and watched as the two remaining Dragon Balls approached them, in a few minutes they would see who possessed them.


    A battle that would determine the fate of many people for many years to come.


    "Emperor Pilaf, the five Dragon Balls are together and moving at a constant speed," said a male voice in a dimly lit hall.


    Sitting on a huge white throne, the small figure of Pilaf gazed with fascination at the two Dragon Balls in his hands.


    "Well, tell me when it is time to fight for them again. Yamcha," Pilaf replied quietly, not looking at the young man standing next to him.


    The tiny wings of the wild butterfly that is Bulma caused her first hurricane in the ''normal'' course of history, but this was never a normal story. What else has changed in this alternate Dragon Ball universe?

 20: Emperor Pilaf and Yamcha.

    "Why are you in my house?" Oolong asked the trio who had recently arrived at his castle.


    Worried mothers and fathers had long since brought their daughters to his house, freeing Oolong from the torture he had caused himself through his foolishness, but he never expected to see Goku, Bulma, and Chi-Chi at the entrance.


    "First of all, here, for your head," Bulma raised her index finger, creating a ball of purple ki that she shot at Oolong, specifically at his head.


    The pig tried to dodge, but the difference in strength made it impossible and he could only watch as the strange energy landed on the wound on his head, but instead of feeling more pain, he felt a warm sensation spreading throughout his body.


    The pain, dizziness, and other ailments caused by the head trauma were healed in him, and if he could see through his body, he would notice that the crack in his skull was also disappearing.


    "Ah, how comfortable, worthy of being a good quality wife material," Oolong said rudely, but seeing how Goku held his red staff in a threatening manner, Oolong waved his hands.


    "I''m sorry, I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to offend you," with beads of sweat on his face, Oolong managed to apologize to Bulma and the others.


    "Didn''t anyone tell you that these comments are not good? What little charm you have will be ignored when others hear your words," Chi-Chi said mercilessly, causing Oolong to lose color.


    "How did he do that?" Goku asked curiously at the graying Oolong, but Bulma just shook her shoulders.


    "Maybe it has to do with his ability to transform," Bulma thought for a moment and gave a plausible answer, and Oolong, who had returned to normal, nodded.


    "It''s a side effect of not fully learning the transformation technique, certain mood swings affect my body, too bad I got expelled from school," Oolong commented with some embarrassment in his voice before turning back to the others.


    "Seriously, why are you here?" asked Oolong, and Bulma became serious.


    "Do you know a place where we can fight openly? A certain enemy is approaching and we don''t want to draw their attention to the village" Bulma''s words made Oolong laugh at first, but when he saw the seriousness of not only Bulma but also Goku and Chi-Chi, he realized that it was not just a bad joke.


    "Enemy, you mean something like that Tyrannosaurus Rex?" Oolong was a little worried now, but his usual attitude and his little knowledge of the circumstances only made him think of the only big threat in the vicinity.


    "No, that dinosaur was eliminated by us. We mean a much more dangerous enemy" Yes, to Bulma, whoever had the Dragon Balls, even if it was Pilaf, was much more dangerous than a Tyrannosaurus Rex.


    Pilaf was a genius, maybe not at the level of her or other great minds, but he was an outstanding genius in mechanics, able to create mechas and who knows what other sci-fi weapons.


    If it crossed the little king''s mind to use firebombs or weapons of mass destruction, the nearby village could suffer the consequences of such an attack, something Bulma didn''t want.


    "Dangerous, you say? And you come to my house to lure this dangerous enemy? Are you crazy, woman?!" Oolong shouted angrily, but the little piggy got to the point and thought for a moment before remembering a place.


    "Follow me, there''s an isolated valley nearby, whatever happens here will only spread between the mountains and not go any further," Oolong transformed into a drone and took flight, leading the rest of the group.


    Although the little pig was curious if they could keep up with him, he increased his speed every chance he got, watching as Bulma, Goku, and Chi-Chi constantly ran or jumped to keep up with him.


    Even when he reached about 70 kilometers per hour, the trio continued to follow him without missing a beat, causing Oolong to abandon his attempt to taunt them, but he also developed more fear of the group.


    Yes, before, his only source of worry was Goku, who had hit him in the head in a sneak attack, but seeing the skill with which the youngsters handled themselves, he knew one thing: if he ever really turned against them, he would not be able to escape.


    Even if he transformed into a vehicle, a rocket, or a submarine, he only had five minutes to transform, and then he had to rest for a while before he had another five minutes.


    From what he saw in that time, they could effectively track him down and cause him a lot of pain, so the little thoughts he had in his head about playing pranks on them faded away.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Soon, Oolong landed at the entrance of the valley he had mentioned. This was an untouched place with few trees, but full of bushes and grass. When Goku wanted to touch one of the yellow fruits that grew on one of them, Chi-Chi slapped his hand.


    "That fruit is poisonous, Goku," the girl said when she saw Goku''s hurt face.


    "But you didn''t have to hit me..." Goku pouted, but his attention was quickly drawn to Bulma''s actions.


    The blue-haired girl threw a capsule to the ground and when it exploded, a trunk appeared out of the white smoke, the logo of the Capsule Corp. was printed on the front and it seemed to have a small panel.


    With deft movements, Bulma typed in a long series of numbers, there were so many that trying to memorize them was undoubtedly an arduous task, but this was only the first step. Bulma put her thumb in a slot and with a beep, a blue light came out of the briefcase and covered the girl''s entire body.


    "Password correct, fingerprint correct, energy signature correct. Thank you for using me, Miss Bulma!" a mechanical voice came out of the briefcase before the sound of leaking air was heard.


    With anticipation, everyone watched as it opened to reveal three pairs of clothes carefully placed inside. One was white with blue, another was black with gold and the last was purple with fuchsia.


    In that order, the garments belonged to Bulma, Goku, and Chi-Chi, who quickly took them, showing that they were made up of several parts. A full body suit, a torso armor similar to that of the Saiyans, and some attachments like gloves, boots, belts, and so on.


    "Well, come with me, Chi-Chi. Goku, keep an eye on our porcine friend not to spy on us," Bulma said before walking with Chi-Chi to a secluded place.


    As Goku dressed, he kept an eye on Oolong, who was particularly uncomfortable with Goku''s look, but as if he remembered something, the pig boy snapped his fingers.


    "I forgot! My name is Oolong, what''s yours?" Oolong asked, causing Goku to pause for a moment, holding the torso armor in his hand.


    "Son Goku, but my name is also Kakarot," Goku replied as he put on the armor, which had shoulder pads at his request, he wanted it to be similar to his father''s armor.


    On the left side of the armor was the logo of the Capsule Corp, while on the back was the symbol ''Sora'', representing the martial arts school founded by Son Gohan, and in a small space, the symbol ''Kame'', also explaining the affiliation with Muten Roshi.


    "What about those girls?" asked Oolong in a low voice, causing Goku to glance at him before continuing to dress, this time placing the cloth he used to hold his magic staff, which he subtly showed to Oolong, causing him to calm down.


    "Why are you so strange?" asked Goku curiously.


    "What do you mean?" replied Oolong, who turned slightly away from Goku when he saw how Goku held that terrible red staff.


    "Strange, with strange, rude remarks, saying words I don''t understand, but which are undoubtedly indecent. That''s the word, why are you so indecent?" Goku asked directly, causing Oolong to lower his head in silence for a moment before he answered.


    "I wasn''t like this before, you know, I don''t even know why I''m telling you this, monkey boy, but you''re strangely nice, but it''s still not worth telling you," Oolong looked at Goku for a moment before noticing something strange.


    A short time ago, there was sunshine, but now they were suddenly covered by shadows. Looking up, Oolong fell to the ground at the sight in front of him. A huge, technology-looking fortress hovered in the sky.


    Its size obscured the sun and several dark cannons slowly pointed in its direction, making the hair on Goku''s tail stand on end. At that moment, Chi-Chi and Bulma arrived, fully dressed for battle.


    Bulma looked up and felt the ki signatures inside, causing her face to crumple as she felt many energy signatures, some were from ordinary humans, and others were certainly above the level of a normal human.


    Moreover, one of them felt special, it was weaker than Goku, no doubt, but its presence was like that of a fierce creature. This Ki even seemed to react to his inspection and shrank, albeit roughly, but that only indicated one thing, there was an outstanding martial artist up there.


    "Looks like he came prepared," Bulma muttered as a small smile appeared on her face.


    She didn''t like the idea of fighting a huge fortress full of technology, she was fascinated by it, she wanted to test her power, but also the power that high technology could achieve when it was used beyond the ordinary.


    A holographic projection appeared below the fortress, showing the image of someone Bulma recognized: Yamcha. The tousle-haired young man looked different from what she remembered.


    He wore a neat suit, with a dignified bearing that impressed even Bulma, who knew of his existence. This made the blue-haired girl think of all the changes that had occurred in this world because of her arrival, a feeling of uncertainty that might make many reincarnates uncomfortable, but not her.


    She preferred the new, the different, rather than simply following the established ''canon''. Before she was another example of the changes this world had brought, and Yamcha spoke.


    "In the name of the Great Emperor Pilaf, hand over the Dragon Balls in your possession. They do not belong to you, they must only be used by someone worthy of them, the Great Emperor Pilaf. Failure to do so will result in their summary annihilation," the projection didn''t even bother to stay, disappearing as soon as he spoke.


    But in the depths of the fortress, the serious Yamcha now trembled slightly as Puar, his faithful friend, patted him on the head.


    "It was a girl, Puar!" said Yamcha with fear in his voice, it was obvious that the mighty warrior had not yet overcome his greatest fear, women.


    "Don''t worry Yamcha, we just have to wait for this Pilaf to get the Dragon Balls and you can make your wish," Puar comforted, causing Yamcha to nod.


    "Yes, I just have to seize the moment, with my power, no one will be able to stop me, but make sure you distract that Mai girl. Although, who was that person who was spying on me earlier, could it be that strange boy with the tail?" Yamcha wondered, although he had an idea who it could be, he didn''t think too much about it, he didn''t want to experience any more fear.


    The cannons of the fortress began to glow brighter and brighter, a subtle threat of an imminent attack, but Pilaf, who was watching the transmission of what was happening on the ground, became angry.


    How could he not be angry when he saw a pig child pull out his middle finger?


    "Fire! Reduce them to ashes!"

 21: Weak Bio-Warriors.

    The huge cannons of the floating fortress began to fire energy projectiles at the ground, but except for the horrified look on Oolong''s face, the others were calm.


    It wasn''t because they didn''t feel the obvious threat of the attacks, but... both Goku and Chi-Chi were very trusting of Bulma. The blue-haired girl stepped forward and raised both hands to the sky.


    Bulma''s Ki boiled and a purple aura emanated from her, covering her arms and then spreading outward in an orderly formation. A dome of hexagons, like a bee''s honeycomb, shielded the group from the bombardment.


    If Pilaf had any detectors in his fortress systems, he could measure the amount of energy Bulma was emitting at that moment. 400 energy points. It would seem small, especially in the future, but now it was enough to protect them from Pilaf''s relentless bombardment.


    "Emperor Pilaf, won''t the Dragon Balls be destroyed if we bomb them like this?" a humanoid-looking dog dressed as a ninja whispered to Pilaf, who was watching the constant bursts of energy on a holographic screen.


    "No, my dear Shu. The legend says that they were created by Kami-Sama, how could something divine be destroyed by something mortal? The material composition of the orbs is truly special, and perhaps the destruction of this planet is capable of harming them.


    As much as I would like to deny it, it is undoubtedly a sign that Kami-Sama is watching us up there. Only... why doesn''t he seem to care what happens in the world he''s supposed to be watching over?" Pilaf mused with a touch of maturity rarely seen in him.


    As Emperor, he had knowledge that many did not have, and even with his doubts, he could not deny that the Dragon Balls were truly unique. Furthermore, when he met his new henchman Yamcha, Yamcha showed a power that a normal human would not have.


    He had already read about these kinds of super powerful but very rare people who called themselves ''martial artists'', and he had also obtained records of the tournaments that were usually held every three years.


    He even read about the legendary Mutaito and the supposed demon that had ravaged the world centuries ago. But except for a few demonstrations, he always thought they were just tricks until he saw it.


    Pilaf watched as Yamcha smashed one of Mai''s mecha with his fists alone, even detecting traces of strange energy he couldn''t identify.


    So in Pilaf''s eyes, this world had much more to offer, and his curiosity as a scientist burned within him. Yes, he wanted to rule the world like the emperor he was and would not hesitate to do so, but he had another thought, would the world stop being interesting if he ruled everything?


    Then, in Pilaf''s eyes, this world had much more to offer and soon something appeared on the holographic screen that made Pilaf smile, a shield of that strange energy had protected his enemies again. He hadn''t expected it and took it as a sign.


    Maybe, before he conquered everything with his desire, he could satisfy his curiosity with something new and fascinating. So he looked at Mai, who was standing next to him, and looked startled when she saw the images on the screen.


    "Send the bio-warriors to fight, simple energy cannons won''t do much. Let''s hope my investment in this strange guy pays off," Pilaf ordered as he waved his hand carelessly.


    "At your command, Emperor Pilaf," Mai bowed before leaving the room, leaving Pilaf alone next to his faithful servant Shu.


    "Shu, how is our new companion Yamcha?" asked Pilaf in a cold tone, causing Shu to sweat a little nervously, but he quickly replied.


    "He is in the armory with his strange flying pet, Your Majesty. He seems to want to use a pair of new swords and join the fight, although he seems to be hesitating," Shu reported, causing Pilaf to touch his chin in thought.


    "Give him the two power swords, Shu, I want to see what a so-called martial artist can do with technological weapons. By the way, do you know where our new business partner is hiding?" asked Pilaf again, and this time Shu seemed to tremble as he remained silent.


    "Shu, you know that I will not be angry with you even if you give me bad news, you are not just any henchman, you are my number three, after Mai, my number two," Pilaf said calmly, showing no trace of the immaturity that made him attack Bulma and her group.


    "My lord, we lost track of the stranger who calls himself ''Doctor'' in an inhospitable area of the planet covered with glaciers. He''s probably using them to hide his tracks and signals, but we''ll intensify the search," Shu said a little calmer this time, Pilaf''s words made him feel much better.


    "Don''t worry, he''s just a madman with some interesting ideas, but nothing more. What interests me is what I''m seeing right now," Pilaf pointed to the screen, where a group of strange warriors surrounded the quartet of protagonists.


    "What ugly guys," Goku said when he saw the genetic aberrations in front of him, and it wasn''t just an understatement.


    The bio-warriors were hideous, not only did they have different body shapes that were unpleasant to look at, but you could see grotesque deformities and tumors on their bodies that even had extra limbs.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    The terrain of the valley was completely torn up, with potholes spewing smoke, fallen trees, and large cracks in the ground, but the surrounding destruction seemed to pose no problem to the large crowd of bio-warriors.


    "Kid, what did you say?" asked a thin, green-skinned bio-warrior with scales and a long tail that looked like a large needle.


    "That you''re ugly," Goku replied before lunging at the enemy, and the battle between them began.


    One thing that could stand out about the young Goku with his adult version was his cruelty and ferocity. In the original story, Goku killed more people as a young man than as an adult, and the most interesting thing? He did it all with a pure and unadulterated heart, especially since he knew his enemies were evil.


    With his Ki detection, Goku knew that the enemies around him were deviously evil as if there was no shred of goodness in them, so he didn''t want to stop to chat with them.


    His small fist drove straight into the enemy''s abdomen, penetrating it completely before releasing a blast of ki that ended up doing all the work. The bio-warrior fell to the ground, oozing a strange yellow liquid from the hole, which now spewed a bit of smoke.


    Chi-Chi, for her part, quickly lunged at an enemy who appeared to be female, but her figure was exaggeratedly wide and looked particularly repulsive with her pink skin.


    There was a soft yellow glow in Chi-Chi''s right hand, and as she waved her arm, the sound of cutting wind could be heard. She used a fledgling Ki sword to fight her enemy, who seemed to be much harder to defeat than the others.


    Bulma looked at these enemies, something about them caught her attention, beyond the fact that the Ki of each of them seemed to be the darkest she had ever felt and that their emotions were completely messed up, but it was something else.


    They were completely unnatural as if nature itself hated them. Bulma didn''t hesitate much as she mimicked Chi-Chi''s actions, only a purple Ki sword appeared in her hand a little more conspicuously.


    This technique was really simple, especially due to the type of techniques and training they did, but it had quite high functionality when developed much further.


    Bulma''s goal? To have a ki-sword as cool as a certain super-powerful fusion, but nerfed in the future. Poor Oolong then witnessed a spectacle that would give him nightmares for years to come.


    First Goku, the boy jumped around like a nimble monkey, and with the tail sprouting from his back, perhaps the term was well associated with him. The boy fought masterfully with his magic staff and all his limbs.


    At this point, Oolong was grateful for Goku''s obvious mercy in hitting him, because the little pig was now seeing the consequences of a serious hit from the boy.


    Goku smashed one bio-warrior''s head with a single blow of his staff, before aiming his hand at another and blasting it with a blast of yellow ki, causing it to explode and spill blood everywhere. The worst part? Goku''s innocent smile.


    ''That monster! How can he smile when he is bathed in blood?'' Oolong wondered when he saw something like that, and when he looked at Chi-Chi, he felt even more uncomfortable.


    Chi-Chi might have inherited her father''s brutality, because when she saw that her attacks were ineffective against the oversized enemy, she started to peel her skin provocatively.


    Yes, even making fun of her exaggerated weight, just to get the monster to bend down and try to catch her, but Chi-Chi was quicker, firing her ki sword directly at the bio-warrior''s head, piercing it.


    "Father was right, the head is the weak point of many beings," Oolong heard Chi-Chi mutter, and he couldn''t help but instinctively touch his head.


    When an enemy tried to ambush the girl from behind, she jumped and spun around, slamming her leg into the bio-warrior''s neck and sending him flying after she heard the crunch of a broken bone.


    When Bulma used her detector, she could see that Chi-Chi only had 70 power points, but she used them properly and the more she fought other enemies, the more her power increased slightly, not to cause a single-digit change, but to show that the fight brought out her potential.


    Bulma was a sight to see, it was obvious that she was much stronger than these enemies as she seemed to just walk around them while their heads fell to the ground and blood spurted from their severed necks like a fountain.


    She even went out of her way to shoot them in the head with her pistol and even made little gestures as if debating whether to use her ki sword or her pistol.


    She had the best time, not a drop of blood fell on her, and even if you noticed, small plants grew from the corpses of her enemies, slowly bringing life to the valley destroyed by the attacks of the flying fortress.


    "How boring, the strongest of them only has about 60 power points," Bulma muttered as she kicked the crotch of a warrior who came very close to her as if to take advantage of her distraction.


    But they look like the beings created by the scientist from the non-canon movie, will there be a canonical counterpart of him? Like what happened with Broly in Super?


    ''That would be interesting, although I know there is no Cooler due to Galactic Patrol records, they do seem to have reports of planets suddenly becoming barren for no apparent reason, although the last time that happened was centuries ago....


    In addition to this forbidden zone of the galaxy where nothing technological seems to survive, some ''non-canonical'' things might have their ''adapted'' version in this universe. Should I ask Kami-Sama if there''s someone like Garlic Jr. out there?


    This universe is much more interesting,'' Bulma thought before she shot the last bio-warrior in the head.


    With all the bodies and blood around them, Bulma looked over at Chi-Chi, who seemed to be wiping Goku''s face with a handkerchief, causing the blue-haired woman to smile before she saw the previously devastated, but now recovering nature around her.


    "Interesting," Bulma noticed that the Ki of the bio-warriors they had killed seemed to be purified by the world and used to nourish life in this area again, perhaps one of the mysteries of this world.


    She could only notice this because of her special connection to nature due to the essence of her being, probably not even Gohan had noticed this phenomenon as directly as she had, though he might have noticed its side effects.


    ''Where much blood is shed, strong plants grow'' was a short lesson the old man had given her based on his experiences hunting in the mountains, and she could better understand its meaning now.


    This world recycled everything that belonged to those who died in it in a very exaggerated way, and the fact that it had a divine position and one of the cruelest hells in the universe made Earth look like a relatively special planet.


    It might also explain a bit about the exaggerated biodiversity on this planet; how could a simple phenomenon capable of extinguishing life wipe out the flora and fauna of a world that could replenish itself by plundering the corpses of its inhabitants? It was a bit obscure, but it made sense when you thought about it.


    "Now I can understand the fear of those aliens a little more," Bulma said before she looked up at the fortress, another holographic image was projected.


    It seemed that Emperor Pilaf wanted to dedicate some words to them.

 22: Goku against Yamcha.

    "Ah, what a wonderful show of strength! No wonder they were able to get a large portion of the Dragon Balls, but I have better things than those scum you just fought, why don''t you try fighting my best warrior?" the holographic projection of Pilaf spoke to the group below the Air Fortress.


    "May it be mighty!¡±!" shouted Goku with a somewhat disappointed expression at the poor quality of the enemies he faced.


    "It is. Yamcha, come down and fight!" shouted Pilaf before his holographic image disappeared.


    A hatch opened in the fortress and Yamcha appeared, two swords hanging from his back in the shape of an X. He looked down and focused his attention only on Goku, trying to ignore his fear of women.


    Yamcha didn''t know why he was afraid, he hadn''t even had bad experiences with women, he had no problems with his mother, and the few times when he decided to go to school as a child, neither his teacher nor his classmates caused him any fear.


    This situation was uncomfortable and disabling, to the point that he could not even rob a group of travelers he encountered if he somehow realized there was a woman in it.


    The beatings he received for his inability to defend himself, being paralyzed at the mere sight of a girl, were something that worsened his psychological situation regarding this issue.


    But he also had a stroke of luck. One day, when he was able to move during a beating he had received because one of the members of a group that had attacked him was a woman dressed as a man, and he had not seen it coming, luck struck.


    It was like those old stories he used to read out of boredom in his cave in the desert, he ran towards a cliff, tripped, and fell into the abyss, but managed to survive by holding on to a ledge.


    On his way up, he found a cave, and knowing that he couldn''t get down for the time being, he decided to explore it to see if he could use it as shelter. What he found, however, changed his fate drastically.


    There was a skeleton sitting there, wearing threadbare clothes and holding a thick, dust-covered book. As he picked it up and read it, he realized that it was the diary of a man who called himself a martial artist, but who was now spending the last moments of his life in this isolated place.


    Why? A classic plot, apparently he stole a technique from a great martial artist, and said technique allowed you to fly. But the younger brother of that great martial artist was an assassin who used poison to torture him, and he was only able to escape by a stroke of luck.


    In agony, he asked that if someone found his journal, he could inherit his martial arts from the Wolf School and learn the flying technique he had worked so hard to learn.


    Sure, it was just the basics and most of the ''special'' techniques were created by himself during his ki research, but this explained one thing: Yamcha was a genius, in his way, but a genius without a doubt.


    Yamcha sighed heavily before he fell from the flying platform, but his body floated in the air to the amazement of the quartet on the ground. Goku was even excited by the sight.


    ''This universe is getting more and more interesting,'' Bulma repeated to herself as she formed a smile on her lips.


    A Yamcha with over 100 power and a flying technique? Now that was something to see! She even felt a little sorry to let Goku do the fighting, but the boy was too hyperactive and if she got into his fight, he wouldn''t leave her alone for days.


    "Come on, let''s give him some space," Bulma said before grabbing Oolong by the collar of his clothes, who was in shock at this point from all the bloody spectacle he had witnessed.


    "Are you going to eat me?" the pig boy asked fearfully, but Bulma just burst out laughing as she carried him on her back.


    "That would be cannibalism, you''re an Earthling, a pig-like one, but an Earthling," Bulma told him before walking off with Chi-Chi to a secluded spot.


    Bulma could feel Yamcha''s emotions, the boy was afraid and avoided looking at her at all costs, and though it was strange, he didn''t feel the same when looking at Chi-Chi, which meant one thing.


    Yamcha was afraid of women, he could sense that through his ability, but it seemed that his fear was not of the female gender per se, but of a certain type of woman. The beautiful ones, perhaps?


    Seeing that Bulma had left his near field of vision, and using his rudimentary Ki sense to realize that she had only given him free space to fight, Yamcha dropped to the ground.


    His fall was a bit awkward as if he wasn''t used to flying, but he quickly regained his composure and shook the non-existent dust from his shoulders as he turned his full attention to Goku.


    "My name is Yamcha, of the Wolf School," Yamcha introduced himself, even mimicking the old greeting from hundreds of years ago as he clenched his fist.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Goku didn''t understand why he did that, so he just scratched the back of his neck before he waved as he always did, with a big smile on his face that radiated carelessness and naivety.


    "Hi, I''m Goku! From the Sora and Turtle School!" the boy introduced himself before he took the pose that initiated his fighting style, his smile still on his lips but his eyes completely serious.


    ''One of the schools that the journal mentions, did he learn from one of that man''s students?'' Yamcha thought before imitating Goku and taking his starting stance.


    They both stared at each other for several seconds before they charged at each other. There were no rules, no boundaries, just a clash between two pure martial artists.


    The first clash began when their fists collided, maybe it was because of Yamcha''s crouched stance, but he was not bothered by Goku''s small stature, but he was surprised by the power of his punch.


    ''He just looks like a child...'' Yamcha''s thoughts flashed a little before the seriousness of the situation brought his mind back to the present, there was no need to be distracted by trivialities, if anything, he would just pay more attention to the boy who called himself Goku.


    They both looked at each other before they started to exchange blows, or at least tried to hit each other, but their attacks were constantly blocked by the other. At first, it was a display of basics, Goku''s style focused more on defense, inspired by the thick shell that turtles generally have.


    Meanwhile, Yamcha''s attacks were as fierce and sinister as a pack of wolves on the hunt. Both were moving through the valley, which was strangely blooming at that moment.


    Their figures were almost a blur, only Bulma could see everything without having to focus on ki sense, but seeing Chi-Chi''s uncomfortable face, she decided to advise her.


    "If your eyes can''t follow the battle, use your ki sense, it''s faster and will allow you to feel and see what''s going on, put aside your concern for Goku, he''ll be fine," Bulma''s words made the nervous teenager take a breath before closing her eyes.


    Chi-Chi remembered her training and closed her eyes, letting the special sense she had developed to perceive Ki do its thing. Gradually, she was able to ''see'' the fight, so to speak.


    Unexpectedly, it was Yamcha who landed the first real blow, connecting a series of quick punches to Goku''s chest before kicking him in the ribs, sending him flying several meters.


    But as he went after his opponent to continue attacking, a brown tail unexpectedly struck Yamcha''s cheek, causing him to stop his attack. Goku spun in the air and touched his chest, taking comfort in the knowledge that much of the damage was being absorbed by his armor.


    Still, there was something special about those fists, he could feel that Yamcha''s ki had been transferred to his body through his punches and was trying to attack his body voraciously, which was certainly a cool technique, so much so that Goku was excited as he purged the strange energy.


    "Grandpa was right, there are so many techniques in the world, so many interesting martial artists," Goku muttered before smiling again as the fight was just beginning.


    Yamcha, on the other hand, looked down at his knuckles, if he hadn''t protected his fists with Ki, he would have been torn to shreds by now. He could feel the odd resistance when he struck, and not only that, there was even some backlash against his body that he had to fend off.


    Looking down at the ground again, he could see the small gaps left by his footprints as he redirected the impact of his body to the ground. It seemed that he had to avoid attacking the parts protected by that strange robe, which only offered inconvenient options, such as the head, and the extremities...


    Even he felt a little pain at the thought of where else he could hit, but this was a real fight and not a game, so he took a deep breath and stirred the Ki in his body, causing a faint white aura to cover his body.


    Before Goku''s eyes, Yamcha seemed to become a mere flash of lines, but his fluid movements allowed him to raise his arm, protecting his body from a kick aimed directly at his head.


    Though his body slipped a bit, Goku deflected the attack well and responded almost instantly with a blow of his own, taking advantage of the momentary lull in Yamcha''s body.


    Goku''s fist slammed into his opponent''s stomach, who was knocked back and lunged at Goku again, this time even faster than before. All this was possible because technically, he wasn''t running, he was flying.


    Yamcha hovered only a few inches off the ground, but the ability to fly allowed him not only to take to the air but also to eliminate air resistance, which was why he could achieve his increased speed.


    But Goku deflected all of his attacks, which frustrated the desert boy, who was not used to fighting people with similar or greater power than him, showing his obvious inexperience.


    Goku, on the other hand, had been beaten over and over again by Bulma, who had always been stronger than him, and while that hadn''t allowed his talent to blossom to its fullest, it had given him good reflexes.


    Now, this fight was what Goku needed to stimulate his growth, fighting someone of similar power, even if he wasn''t as experienced, allowed him to unlock more and more of that potential that regular training couldn''t bring out.


    Gohan said it, he couldn''t just sit at home and punch or throw ki blasts, he had to go out into the world, explore it, fight constantly, and make his blood boil at the sound of a good fight.


    Then Yamcha noticed that Goku''s punches became more powerful, his defenses more airtight, and he even countered better, making it difficult for him.


    At a certain point in the fight, Goku suddenly jumped backward, placed his hands in a certain position, and generated Ki between them. Small blue flashes erupted from his palms before he began to shout.


    "Kame...!" Yamcha heard these words and felt cold, was this the Kame Hame Ha? He had read about it and from what he knew, it was powerful.


    But even though he was nervous about Goku''s sudden move, he didn''t hesitate. If there was one thing that being a thief had taught him, it was that doubt was the mother of all failure. So he concentrated his energy, causing the aura around his body to take on a strange appearance.


    "To think that is possible with Ki!" Bulma exclaimed in genuine amazement as she saw the strange image appearing above Yamcha.


    A wolf, a creature created by his energy, and even Bulma could sense that there were Yamcha''s emotions in such a creation. In the original series, this could only be seen as an illustration of his attacks, but in this universe?


    It was Yamcha''s way of having a signature technique!


    "Hame...!" Goku became more and more excited and sped up the charging process of his attack, he wanted to see how his enemy, no, rival, Yamcha resolved his attack.


    Yamcha crouched down, his hands glowing with energy as he focused his attention on Goku, ignoring everything else. There was nothing but his prey, nothing but the food he had sought to satisfy his hunger.


    "Howl of the Hungry Wolf!"


    "Ha!"

 23: Yamchas will.

    "Howl of the Hungry Wolf!"


    "Ha!"


    A pillar of blue-white energy erupted from Goku''s palms as he screamed, pushing everything forward. The wind blew hard on both sides of the attack, kicking up dust from the ground and leaving a clear path.


    On Yamcha''s side, his body was completely tensed from the activation of his technique, and in his eyes, Goku''s Kame Hame Ha grew larger and larger, but he had a confident smile on his lips.


    Then he moved forward at a very high speed, the image of the wolf projected behind him seemed to be trotting on the ground as he went straight towards this attack.


    Yamcha might be weaker than Goku, he had no master to guide him step by step in techniques or understanding Ki, but Yamcha had found his way after every trial and error.


    Bulma felt it, while Goku kept his energy at 150 power points and controlled his attack to avoid killing Yamcha, Yamcha had increased his power to about 140. It was only a difference of 10 points, but between martial artists, it wasn''t a big difference.


    Yamcha''s hands slammed into the incoming Kame Hame Ha, his body meeting the unbridled energy of the attack, the soles of his feet sliding backward, and even a bit of smoke rising from his palms, but he stood and resisted.


    If there is anything that can characterize Yamcha''s life, it is that he is someone who resists. From a young age, he has always resisted, whether it be hunger, hardship, abuse, training, or the consequences of his actions weighing on his conscience, but he was a wolf.


    A hungry wolf with a fixed prey! His eyes never left Goku as he was pushed harder and harder, no matter the intense pain, no matter that he could have just dodged.


    Why dodge?!! Yamcha knew more than anyone else that there were things in this life that one could try to avoid or dodge, but sooner or later, he had to face them. He wanted to test himself against someone from an official school, against someone trained by good teachers, he wanted to test himself.


    To validate his efforts, to validate the days of pure physical and mental pain when, by some mistake, his techniques failed. Everything he knew, everything he had created, and everything he could do, had been gained through his pain and suffering.


    "This can''t take me," Yamcha shouted before raising his hands and deflecting the attack into the sky, not caring that the air fortress was there.


    The bolt of energy shot through the thick metal walls of Emperor Pilaf''s fortress, piercing the clouds before dissipating into specks of light, but no one was watching, for something far more interesting was happening below.


    With the same overwhelming speed as before, Yamcha came face to face with Goku, his hands bleeding, staining the ki claws he had created, but his eyes held the same determination as before.


    "Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha''s blows caught Goku off guard, hitting him brutally all over his body as Yamcha pushed him further and further back.


    The image of the wolf behind him also did its thing, as Yamcha stopped hitting him, this illusion seemed to materialize in reality, taking Goku''s body in its teeth, right up to the neck.


    Though there was no blood from the bite, the wolf shook its head sharply as if to tear at the boy''s flesh before launching him into the air. Yamcha then flew upward as the ki in his body flickered, as if it were about to run out.


    "Take that! Wolf Claw!" Yamcha''s hands were open, the Ki claws glowing brightly as he made two attacks that simulated the paws of a wolf, and five pairs of lines appeared on Goku''s arms, piercing the protective clothing that always went under his armor.


    These lines were scratches that began to gush blood as Goku tried to recover in the air, Yamcha climbed higher than him before spinning in the air and descending, kicking Goku in the chest.


    Although the armor stopped much of his attack, some of his energy went directly into Goku, joining the remnants of energy that had gone through the boy during the previous attacks.


    Tired, Yamcha pushed Goku to the ground before pointing his palm at the falling body. His breathing was difficult at this point, he had to use a lot of his Ki to make his attacks effective.


    As if that weren''t enough, the technique he used to increase his speed and strength had secondary flaws, he could already feel his body screaming in pain, but it was no less than what he had suffered before, so he resisted as he felt his energy in Goku''s body.


    "Wolf poison!" the strange energy in Goku began to wreak havoc in him like a terrible poison.


    Goku had fallen brutally to the ground, leaving a small crater, the force of the impact stunned him, but his physical endurance was superior to humans and he was able to recover quickly, even though he now felt his insides burning.


    "Hahaha! Grandpa was right, only fighting can make me stronger," Goku shouted, not caring if the strange energy hurt him, because he had a solution for that, he just had to appease the big guy in the future.


    "Growl!" a bestial roar erupted from Goku''s body and Bulma, who was watching from a distance, nodded as she saw Goku''s actions.


    "Only by being beaten can you become strong, Goku," Bulma muttered, as she would never dare to leave her younger brother in that state.


    Even though Goku was annoying, she loved him enough to avoid hurting him badly, even if she could heal him. Not only because of her feelings, but she would also make Goku dependent on her ability, taking excessive risks in their fights without any conscience, and that was a big no-no.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The energy in Goku''s body became much more wild and chaotic than Yamcha''s which was ravaging his body as if it had a consciousness of its own, his energy caught the traces of the foreign energy and shattered it completely.


    For a moment, everyone on Earth who could sense Ki looked off into the distance, for they could feel a powerful being releasing all of its energy, if only for a minute. 150 power multiplied by 10 was 1,500, something weak in the cosmos, but for Earth, it was an absolute monster.


    Even if it was only for a short moment, Gohan, who was sunbathing on the beach of his master Muten Roshi, looked into the distance before he drew a smile on his face, how could he not recognize the Ki of his grandson?


    "This boy is a real monster," said Muten Roshi as he approached his pupil.


    "He is my grandson," Gohan said proudly, and Muten Roshi tried to hit him on the head with his staff, but Gohan dodged gently.


    "You''re getting cheeky, brat," Roshi complained, but under his glasses, his eyes had narrowed at the ease with which his pupil was able to dodge his attempted admonition.


    I need to get more serious in my training, how about I take advantage of him being here? Roshi looked intently at his pupil, causing Gohan to jump slightly and turn away from his master in a blur of movement.


    "Master, I have a coupon for a luxury spa, don''t give up on the girls just yet," Gohan said with a nervous face, making Roshi blush.


    "Gohan, you don''t respect me anymore!" Roshi ran to his student with his staff raised, he wanted to show the brat that he would always be his master, even if he was weaker now.


    "I don''t understand what''s going on," said a boy in Shaolin monk''s robes, bald head, no nose, and three pairs of burns on his forehead, carrying a large turtle shell on his back while doing push-ups with difficulty.


    "Don''t bother, Krillin, I gave up trying to understand what was going on around me a long time ago," a giant turtle heard Krillin''s words and decided to share his wisdom.


    "Thank you, sea turtle," Krillin replied as he resumed his pushups.


    "Looks like he''s mastered some of that wild power," said Kami-Sama, who was watching the fight between Goku and Yamcha from The Lookout.


    "This boy, Yamcha, is also very talented. Leading him to this place seems to have paid off," Kami-Sama smiled at the thought of how he had subtly led Yamcha to the diary that had completely changed his life.


    It was all part of Kami-Sama''s attempt to subtly favor certain people since he heard Jaco''s words that day, and not only Yamcha had received such guidance.


    Before Kami-Sama''s eyes, a young man with three eyes and his friend were hard at work in the ruins of what appeared to be a spaceship, though it was so eroded that few traces of advanced technology remained.


    He also had little Krillin in his eyes, the most talented human he had discovered in the younger generation, whom he had guided to meet Roshi, all because he wanted Gohan to train him, and from the appraising look the old man gave the young man, maybe that could happen in the future.


    "Come on, let''s show the cosmos how good we are," the elder god smiled before continuing to watch Goku and Yamcha fight.


    "What was that!?" Yamcha landed on the ground, staggering from the lack of energy he felt, so he unsheathed the swords on his back and activated them.


    The pair of swords emitted a whirring sound before their edges gradually turned blue, and although Goku had never seen this type of weapon before, he sensed the danger they posed, so he stood up and turned away from Yamcha as he wiped his nose with a smile.


    "A little of what I can do. You''re interesting, Yamcha! But now... it''s my turn," Goku looked at his bloody arms before thundering his neck, and at that moment, Yamcha felt that Goku''s mood had changed greatly.


    If he had been childish and naive before, now he seemed to be facing a ferocious monster that was lunging at him. Only the blurred silhouette of Goku in the distance told him that he was only seeing a residual image, but that couldn''t change anything.


    A small fist struck his stomach, pushing him back violently, sending his body rolling to the ground, and although he managed to get up quickly, a brown tail struck his chin, blurring his eyes for a moment, but his will kept him from falling unconscious.


    Fists, kicks, and blows with the baton, Yamcha took a beating from Goku who didn''t stop at anything. The crunching of broken bones and bruised flesh was heard by all present, and even Chi-Chi averted her eyes from Goku''s brutal display.


    "Goku is as wild as ever," Bulma shook her head as she touched the bridge of her nose with two fingers.


    How could she not notice that Goku didn''t even care about Yamcha''s life? The poor guy''s body was covered in ugly bruises, his nose was broken, his arm was in a bad place and his swords were lying somewhere.


    But one commendable thing was that Yamcha always stood up, even when Goku punched him back and forth while holding his leg and slamming him to the ground like a sack of potatoes, the boy still stood up.


    After hitting him on the base of his chin with his open hand, Yamcha finally fell onto his back, only his open eyes and heaving chest indicating that he was alive, but he was a complete mess.


    A yellow ki ball appeared in Goku''s hand and slowly transformed into a ki sword that hovered above his palm. The tip of the weapon pointed directly at Yamcha''s heart, but before that, Goku spoke.


    "Why did you keep getting up?" the smaller Goku asked, causing Yamcha to cough slightly before answering.


    "I have to... protect my friend Puar... he will be sad... if he is left alone, I cannot let him be sad..." Yamcha''s eyes seemed to light up at that moment, his body shook and Goku did not know if it was because of the cramps or because of Yamcha.


    Because Yamcha wanted to stand up again.


    Yamcha turned slowly, his trembling hand, the only one he could use now, supporting the full weight of his body as he silently sat up. Finally, Yamcha stood up and looked straight at Goku, no, at his neck, like the hungry wolf that he was.


    "Yamcha! Don''t fight anymore!" The high-pitched voice of a small flying cat was heard, and Puar rushed to the wounded young man, covering his face with his chest as he cried.


    "Die... you know many die on this path, Puar" Yamcha had only one regret, he could not give this friend who had been with him in his darkest moments a good life.


    "You will not die today," a voice was heard and Bulma appeared behind Yamcha and put her hand on his back.


    This time, Yamcha felt no fear of being near a beautiful girl, he just raised his good arm to hold on to Puar as he waited for the silence of death to take him away.


    But as Bulma said, he won''t die this time. The purple energy of the Blue Hair covered Yamcha and slowly his wounds healed, while Goku looked up and glared hatefully at the Air Fortress and the image of Pilaf that was being projected.


    "Wow, what a good show! But Yamcha, you missed, looks like I''ll have to clean up the mess before my world government is established," Pilaf''s words angered Goku enough to transform the ki sword in his hand into a ball of pure energy that he hurled into the air.


    An explosion echoed through the air and the fortress seemed to suffer great damage as it slowly tilted forward before slowly descending. Pilaf had done something very few could do; he had infuriated Goku.


    "Bulma, stay out of this," Goku said before looking off into the distance, he wanted to vent the anger he felt and he didn''t want Bulma to get involved.


    "This is your moment, but next time you won''t be able to do anything, okay?" asked Bulma and Goku just nodded.


    "Let Chi-Chi help you with those pesky minions, she needs to train too," Bulma''s words made Goku look at Chi-Chi before nodding.


    ¡°Chi-Chi, let''s fight together!¡± Goku''s words made Chi-Chi turn red, but she nodded as well.


    ¡°Good!¡±

 24: Flesh vs Mech.

    Goku and Chi-Chi ran straight to the place where the Air Fortress slowly seemed to want to land, while Bulma noticed something strange in Yamcha''s heart.


    "Hey, do you know what''s on your chest?" Bulma asked suddenly, leaving the reanimated Yamcha at a loss for an answer.


    "Uh... he he..." Yamcha was completely stunned when he realized what was standing next to him, a beautiful woman.


    His mixture of embarrassment and fear prevented him from even stringing together a coherent response, so Bulma turned her eyes to Puar, who was hovering over Yamcha''s shoulder, looking directly at the blue-haired girl.


    "Thank you for saving Yamcha!" Puar curtsied, but it was this gesture that allowed it to see the frightened Oolong standing next to Bulma.


    "It''s you, pervert Oolong! Miss, stay away from it! It''s a first-class pervert, it wants to steal your panties! They say, they say it was expelled from school because it stole everyone''s panties," Puar started to point at Oolong as it stood protectively in front of Bulma, making her laugh.


    "Damn you, Puar! You''re exaggerating, I didn''t do anything like that. It was a joke! Nothing as bizarre as stealing everyone''s panties. And why would I want the panties of a young girl like her? Can''t I buy whatever I want from the vending machines?" asked Oolong, causing the others, including the stunned Yamcha, to give it a strange look.


    "Hey, they''re cheap, it''s consensual, and they''re clean, notarized that they''re MILF panties, no weird stuff," Oolong said indignantly, even pulling several receipts out of its pocket and offering them to Bulma, but she didn''t want to touch it, even felt she should wash her hands for having had close contact with the pig boy.


    But from what Bulma could read, Oolong was right, so she just shook her shoulders while she concentrated on the foreign body in Yamcha''s heart, she didn''t know what it was but she had a very bad feeling.


    "Puar, right? Do you know what Yamcha has in his heart? Is it a pacemaker or something?" asked Bulma, attracting the attention of the small flying animal, which fluttered suspiciously around Yamcha before shaking its head.


    "Yamcha''s not heart-sick enough to need a pacemaker, so I can''t answer that," Puar''s big ears drooped, and Bulma wondered if she could get a DNA sample from the little creature.


    Was it a cat, or a rabbit? No, it was probably an animal person, but what kind of animal? Another mystery of this world she would like to explore another time. Bulma thought about how to get rid of the strange device in Yamcha''s heart and an idea came to her.


    "Puar, since your friend seems to have a half-melted brain because of my presence, will you permit me to try to remove the possible danger in his heart? I promise he''ll be safe," Bulma''s words made Puar smile broadly before he nodded quickly.


    "Please help Yamcha! If you do, I''ll get you some honey, I know where to find the best honey in the world," Puar touched its chest to reassure him.


    "Believe me, Puar knows how to pick the best honey from any area," Oolong added, drooling at the memory of enjoying such a sweet delicacy in the past.


    "Well, but don''t be alarmed, Puar," Bulma narrowed her eyes and a monstrous aura erupted from her body.


    Puar and Oolong, who were near the young girl, felt the true meaning of terror as they were exposed to Bulma''s enormous presence. It was as if a superior being was looking down upon the weak mortals, and though it was only for a moment, the valley was immediately filled with various plants, and even a pure spring sprang up directly from the ground.


    Bulma had only slightly replicated what Goku was capable of but in her style. This allowed her to perform a feat that might be considered impossible. In her hand was a small cylindrical device with an LED light, but there was also blood on her palm.


    "You hurt Yamcha!" when Puar saw the blood on Yamcha''s hand, it became worried and approached its friend, but only saw that the clothes on the young man''s back were torn and that there was no wound on his flesh.


    "I did something super complicated and my head hurts, keep your voice down," Bulma said in a bad tone, grabbing the bridge of her nose with her free hand while visually examining the object in her hand.


    "A bomb, and a powerful one at that," Bulma said before she squeezed the bomb in her hand, shattering it into pieces.


    There was no danger of it exploding or anything, advanced devices could be very useful and powerful, but they were also very safe. The downside was that they could be damaged very easily if you knew how to manipulate them, something Bulma was more than capable of.


    "Bomb!" Oolong and Puar shouted in alarm, but they only watched as Bulma dropped the debris to the ground before stepping on it.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "Don''t worry, it''s fixed. But I told them to stop yelling," Bulma complained again about the loud noise, what she had done no doubt consumed a lot of her mental energy.


    ''But it''s doable, good thing Yamcha appreciated when I needed realistic test dummies,'' Bulma thought as she subtly wiped off the blood with Yamcha''s clothes before crouching down next to the newly emerged spring, wanting to wash her hands thoroughly.


    The sound of an explosion in the distance reached them along with a shockwave that finally brought Yamcha out of his stupor, or maybe it was because Bulma was farther away from him.


    Either way, the exhausted young man looked off into the distance, where his budding sense of Ki could pick up how many lives were disappearing and how the now familiar trail of Goku was becoming more and more active.


    "Do you want to go see?" asked Bulma, keeping her distance from the boy with a fear of women, and though stiff, Yamcha managed to nod.


    "Fine, I''ll go first, bring Oolong with you, I don''t want to touch him," Bulma said with a hint of disgust before simply disappearing from Yamcha''s horrified eyes.


    Even though he was tired, his experience was still there and Bulma simply disappeared in front of him. Without disturbing the wind, stirring the dust, or shaking the branches of the newly grown trees and plants, Bulma simply vanished in front of his eyes.


    "Women are scary," Yamcha said with beads of sweat on his forehead, but Oolong clicked its tongue and shook its head next to him.


    "No, my dear friend. Women are not scary, that blue-haired girl is the scary one. And her black-haired friend, they''re monsters, don''t get too close," Oolong advised as it patted Yamcha''s leg, its small size only allowing it to repeat the shoulder patting gesture on this limb.


    "Yamcha, do you want to watch the fight?" Puar asked curiously and Yamcha nodded quickly.


    How could he miss such a fight? He wanted to see what additional tricks Goku had, and he also wanted to see what he could decipher from them to incorporate into his techniques, which were in dire need of a good polish.


    "This... Will you take me?" Oolong asked quietly, and Yamcha nodded, taking the pig off its neck and placing Puar on his shoulder before using the little amount of Ki he had regained to accelerate his movement in the direction of the noisy battle.


    The battle had entered its intense phase from the moment the air fortress had fallen, as hundreds of humans, animal humans, and even some actual animals emerged from the large machine with advanced weaponry.


    Each seemed to be wearing standard servo armor and a power sword that emitted an attractive but deadly blue glow. They all surrounded Emperor Pilaf, who was riding a large machine that looked like a giant blue insect.


    Pilaf, who was inside and piloting the machine, quickly spotted two small targets coming at him at high speed, and without wasting any time, he activated the guns coming from his machine.


    The giant robot''s hands stretched out and two thin cylinders with holes in them began to fire bullets at high speed. Both Goku and Chi-Chi were able to dodge these projectiles, but the Emperor never intended to hit them.


    His men followed his intentions, moving quickly over the terrain, aided by the servo armor that gave them more power. Their swords were menacing, but not as menacing as the pair Yamcha had wanted to use.


    Still, they were something best avoided, so Chi-Chi was more cautious this time. Although these enemies were much weaker than the previous bio-warriors, they were much more numerous and organized, so acting freely as before was not an option.


    While Chi-Chi dealt with her enemies, Goku sliced through the crowd of men trying to hit him with ease, using his magic staff masterfully, breaking bones and skulls as if the protection of the servo armor was not there.


    "I never expected you to have such high brute strength," Pilaf clicked his tongue as he activated the turbines on the back of his giant robot, propelling himself straight at Goku.


    Pilaf trusted his machine, and it easily knocked out Yamcha, even allowing him to play with the martial artist''s body a bit. While he didn''t find any mutations or anything interesting except that Yamcha''s body density was higher, he left him a gift inside.


    However, if he looked at the records, he would notice that the bomb signal he had placed in Yamcha''s heart, just in case an unpleasant scenario happened to him, was gone.


    Goku''s red staff extended and then fell violently on the mechanical body, but Pilaf''s machine was superior to the scrap metal his men wore, resisting such an attack with only a peel of paint and nothing more.


    The robot''s hand turned into a fist, and a turbine at the elbow accelerated the attack, driving it even harder at Goku. Our beloved Saiyan smiled at this and he also struck forward hard.


    There was a horrible hollow sound, the wind blew as the fists, a huge one made of metal and a small one made of flesh, collided. Pilaf controlled his machine to deliver a kick, but Goku jumped and spun in the air before hurling a ball of yellow ki directly at the center of the robot, where he sensed Pilaf was.


    A burst of energy shook the machine as the shockwaves spread farther than they could have imagined. Chi-Chi used the imbalance of her enemies to use her ki sword and hit some of them in the neck, only to step aside as they recovered.


    "Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! I, Emperor Pilaf, have the best technology in the world!" a high voice came from the machine, which was relatively intact when it rejoined.


    Goku shook his shoulders and wiped his nose, his brown tail slowly wagging in excitement. He wanted to retort, but he knew it might not be a good idea to shout Bulma''s name at his enemy, so he held himself back.


    Goku then felt Bulma''s ki near him and smiled, knowing that his older sister was watching him fight. No doubt wanting to enjoy the moment, he assumed a very familiar fighting pose before speaking.


    "You have a squeaky voice," Goku said, causing Pilaf to freeze for a moment before shakily touching an area of his control panel covered by a piece of glass.


    Beneath it was a red button with a white caravel on it. Without hesitation, Pilaf lifted the glass cover and pressed the button. His robot then emitted white steam and turned crimson.


    The air around him was distorted, the heat from the machine had directly affected the world around him. Pilaf was angry, very angry.


    Most of the time he controlled and restrained his wild and immature temper, but how could he stand to have one of his sore spots mentioned?


    "You''re the one with the shrill voice! Hyper mode activated!" the Emperor''s squeaky voice echoed throughout the place, warning of what was to come.

 25: Saiyan Pride.

    Even though the machines had no Ki that Goku could sense, he could feel the threat of the robot in front of him. Not only that, but the hot air coming from the machine was even a bit suffocating, but he had enough stamina to withstand such a temperature.


    "Let''s see what you can do against this," Pilaf shouted before pointing at Goku with the huge mechanical palms of his creation.


    Without knowing why, Goku''s tail bristled as he saw this, and then his figure flashed quickly, dodging two blue lines that hit the spot where he had been standing.


    An explosion alerted everyone present, and after the dust and smoke cleared, a huge crater appeared on the spot. Yamcha, who had arrived near the battle, saw this scene and felt a chill.


    "This is much stronger than before," muttered the boy, who remembered fighting this same machine long ago and could even see some of what it could do.


    It was nowhere near as destructive as it was now, but perhaps the residual heat emitted by the robot had something to do with it. Yamcha decided to hide, moving away from the area where Pilaf could attack, he didn''t want to die just as a spectator.


    Pilaf''s sensors tracked Goku effectively, even marking him with a laser pointer that operated on a spectrum invisible to the human eye, all to enhance the young man''s tracking.


    The machine then propelled itself toward Goku at a higher speed than before. Rings of water vapor were even created behind the huge mechanical body, followed by several sonic blasts.


    The giant red palm approached Goku, who used his magic staff to attack and defend at the same time. But this time, the strength of the mechanical creation overpowered him a bit, causing his feet to slide back a bit.


    "You won''t be able to defeat one of my greatest creations!" the other mechanical palm seemed to subtly shift, and shockwaves erupted from it.


    Pilaf had attacked with an extremely high concentration of sound waves. Not only did they send Goku flying from the sudden attack, but they also knocked him off balance, preventing him from landing on his feet.


    Not only that, the waves went through some of his armor protection and made him feel uncomfortable inside. Fortunately, much of the damage had been mitigated by his armor, but with his back to the ground and double vision, he couldn''t do much against Pilaf''s subsequent attacks.


    "Great Emperor Pilaf always wins! Hahaha!" the large Pilaf machine appeared in the air Goku''s body,


    Missiles erupted from its shoulders and split into smaller missiles, all aimed at the fallen Saiyan. The sense of danger caused Goku to act without thinking, despite the dizziness.


    A whitish aura emerged from Goku and the Ki in his body quickly transformed into a half-dome of yellow energy composed of hexagons like a beehive. The explosions were not only loud but also raised a lot of dust and covered the whole place with smoke.


    "So an energy spike appeared before the impact? A different technique for sure, but even if you''re still alive, will you be able to fight this?" Pilaf let his robot fall to the ground, then the central part of the robot began to transform.


    Soon, something resembling a cannon appeared in that area of the machine, and small rays of light seemed to be attracted to the possible weapon, at the same time, a buzzing sound could be heard, getting higher and higher.


    "Goku!" Chi-Chi had shouted just before the explosions.


    The girl was in a tough fight against Pilaf''s very well-organized henchmen, and although she had killed dozens of them, they had also managed to wound her with their strange swords.


    They were weapons that were able to penetrate the thin layer of ki that every martial artist could use to increase their body''s defense during a fight. Sure, it could be because she was the weakest of the group so far, but it was also a sign of the power of the technology when used well.


    Luckily, the wounds were only superficial and in exposed places, and most of the attacks fell more on her protective clothing than anything else. Bulma had noticed the uncomfortable situation Chi-Chi was in but did not help her.


    This was not only a way to train the young warrior, but also a lesson in humility. The weak could hurt the strong if they played their cards right, this was more than evident in Dragon Ball.


    She wanted to teach her not to be overconfident in her abilities or power, to always strive to be better, to go further, but most of all, not to let her guard down or underestimate seemingly weak enemies.


    She did not want Goku to be injured on her watch by a laser weapon that had reached divine levels in the future, nor did she want her friends to die from the self-destruction of a weak enemy that could be easily defeated. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    So Bulma just looked around to make sure Chi-Chi was physically okay before turning her attention to Pilaf, something about the weapon caught the blue-haired''s attention.


    "Absorbing ambient energy to prevent your robot from running out of power? Pilaf has some interesting ideas," she muttered, looking at the weapon that was charging its attack more and more.


    A flash of red light came from the cannon as the charge seemed to be fully completed. And then Pilaf focused the direction of his attack directly on the life form blocked by his robot.


    When visibility returned to the area where Goku stood, a yellow dome was the first thing all onlookers saw. Soon, this ki creation exploded into specks of light, and Goku appeared before everyone, shaking the dust off his shoulder.


    "That sonic attack was interesting! I should replicate it later!" exclaimed Goku as his eyes focused on Pilaf''s giant robot.


    "Monkey boy, do you think you''ll have another day besides this one? My big machine, Pilaf''s main weapon, can punch through mountains!" Pilaf bragged about the power of his big weapon, but Goku just cocked his head to the side without much understanding.


    "I can do that too, look," Goku then struck a pose, but this one was different from the one he did when he wanted to attack the Kame Hame Ha.


    Goku''s right arm was close to his side, and suddenly, air was expelled from his surroundings. Pilaf''s detectors indicated that a high-energy reaction was building up inside the boy, but he didn''t need those indicators, he could see it directly.


    Goku had clenched his fist and seemed to accumulate a large amount of Ki in it, to the point that his limb began to glow, but unlike the yellow, white, or ordinary glow of his usual techniques, this one was crimson.


    "My grandfather has many interesting techniques, my older sister has also created her own, and even the Pervert Master created the Kame Hame Ha, so why can''t I create a technique of my own?


    I''m not a genius to use science in my own technique, so I went to something I understand, Fists! Come on, Screaming Emperor, try my fist," Goku said with much excitement on his face as he completed the charge of his attack.


    ''Bulma will beat me after this... But lines while fighting are always cool,'' Goku thought, ignoring the stinging sensation he got from Bulma''s gaze.


    "I will beat him when his fight is over," Bulma muttered as she watched Goku''s technique with a smile, a feeling of pride flooded her chest as she watched this scene.


    "But also to congratulate him for creating his technique and keeping it a secret, why does it have that color though?" Bulma wondered quietly.


    Then her senses picked up something subtle, something so minuscule that she would not have been able to detect it were it not for her closeness to nature, her perception of ki, and her ability to sense emotions.


    "Emotions? Pride? And a touch of wildness. Goku, by Kami-Sama, what technique did you create?" not only she wondered aloud, but also Kami-Sama, who watched the fight from the lookout.


    "By me, what strange technique is this?" muttered Kami-Sama as he watched the whole fight.


    Kami-Sama wasn''t surprised by the abilities that Pilaf''s machine had, he had seen a lot of strange technologies in the past years, but it caught his attention how it absorbed energy from the environment for its seemingly greatest attack.


    But how did Goku use emotion and some of the wild nature of the power that lay within him? Attacks that could provoke or harness emotions already existed, such as Devilman''s signature technique.


    But nothing as direct as this. Goku and Pilaf, both with similarly colored attacks, only Pilaf''s was ruby red, while Goku''s was crimson.


    As if the two were synchronized, they both attacked. Pilaf''s robot cannon fired a huge pillar of red energy that pierced the air, while Goku lunged forward while shouting.


    "Ozaru''s Fist!" Goku''s shout seemed to be accompanied by an additional voice, a low but shrill growl as if a large creature was declaring the name of this attack in its language.


    The beam of energy from Goku''s fist transformed into a giant red fist that met Pilaf''s attack head-on. Both energies collided head-on, fighting each other without taking a single step.


    The clash of the two attacks caused small motes of energy to jump out, shattering the surroundings. The brightness was so intense that normal people had to close their eyes to avoid being blinded, while both Bulma and Yamcha kept their eyes open, not wanting to miss anything.


    "This is the power a martial artist can achieve? I thought they were just exaggerated tales... how powerful was that Great Demon King of the past to intimidate all the martial artists of his time?" muttered Pilaf reluctantly as he watched the energy levels of his machine.


    He lost, he didn''t need to doubt that, even though both attacks collided fiercely, it was more than obvious that his energy attack had been pushed back several meters, and even with the support of external energy, his robot''s power core was almost on its last legs.


    "No matter, this just gives me a glimpse of what lies ahead on my path. I can feel ideas coming into my head.


    How to improve charging speed, and burn intensity, how to reduce power loss... So many ideas! Thank you, Monkey Boy!" Pilaf shouted, though no one but him could hear his words.


    Goku watched as his attack pushed his opponent''s attack further and further, and then to eliminate any remaining resistance from his opponent, he accessed a pinch of the hidden power that lay within him.


    The growl then came from his mouth, his energy seemed to expand and thicken, feeding on that power. Goku''s energy attack surpassed anything that had been seen in this world.


    His Ozaru''s Fist not only covered the Pilaf Machine, but continued to sweep through the forest, through the mountains, and finally through the sky before finally piercing the clouds.


    Kami-Sama watched as the fist of crimson energy shot through the atmosphere and disappeared into low Earth orbit. Nothing remained in front of Goku, but his ki senses picked up three human presences speeding away from the battlefield.


    Pilaf''s remaining men saw this and retreated, leaving Chi-Chi alone and feeling a strange sense of loss at this point. Although she had eliminated many enemies, she felt as if she had failed in this battle.


    Then she promised herself that she would become stronger, so strong that no weak enemy could run away from her or attack her effectively. Chi-Chi got close enough to Goku to hear what the Saiyan said when he looked in a certain direction.


    "I hope you bring me new emotions later, Emperor," Goku muttered before touching his stomach, which made a characteristic sound.


    "Bulma~ I''m hungry!"

 26: Shen Long.

    "Ah, they''re so pretty up close," Bulma said, admiring the seven Dragon Balls in front of her, which began to flicker and make a distinctive buzzing sound as they were all gathered and placed together.


    "They don''t look like much," said Goku, who tried to touch one of the Dragon Balls, but Bulma slapped his hand, causing the boy to look at Bulma with a pout.


    "Don''t get your greasy hands on it," Bulma pointed out the dirt still on the boy''s limbs, causing Goku to burst out laughing.


    "That''s right! I should wash my hands," Goku said matter-of-factly, forgetting his earlier embarrassment.


    "Then... what could someone like you want?" asked Yamcha, who was close to the group and even ate with them.


    "I know! You want to be young forever, don''t you? That''s what I would wish for," Oolong answered for Bulma, though it fell silent when the girl gave it a cold look.


    "If I can achieve it myself, it''s better not to ask for it as a wish. Youth? I may not even see wrinkles on my face until I''m several centuries old, and by then I''m sure I''ll have some invention that will remove them," Bulma replied to Yamcha, though she gave the young man a curious look.


    Yamcha looked shaky in her presence, but as if he had overcome some kind of obstacle, the boy even deigned to talk to her, which she recognized as a good step forward.


    To Bulma, a true warrior is not the one who can punch better or smash rocks with one punch, but the one who can gradually overcome his problems by himself or with the help of others, recognizing that he needs to improve.


    She recognized Yamcha as a true warrior. So Bulma did not want to see that flame extinguished in Yamcha. Perhaps of all the characters in the original Dragon Ball, Yamcha was the one who received the most psychological blows.


    Ignoring the fact that he was relegated to a mere pose referencing perhaps the worst moment of his life, or that he was categorized outright as comic relief, Yamcha is the human who realized that even with all his talent, he could not keep up with the heels of his former partners.


    Yes, Ten Shin Han didn''t quit, Krillin fought again, but it was Yamcha who took the easy way out by using his superior strength to play baseball, a sport for normal humans, perhaps because it made him feel important and powerful.


    Bulma didn''t want that for any of the human warriors, so she looked at Yamcha before throwing a capsule at him. When the young man gave her a doubtful look, Bulma simply fixed her hair as she replied.


    "It has some resources you can use, they have clear instructions and directions. If you want to solve your psychological problem, you can go to the address there, my father can recommend a good psychologist," Bulma''s words made Yamcha squeeze the capsule tightly while his body shook.


    Bulma felt the young man''s emotions, gratitude, amazement, deep sadness, but most of all... determination. Yamcha made a formal bow to Bulma, making the atmosphere very solemn.


    "Thank you for what you have given me. I don''t know why you do it, but when we meet again, I look forward to fighting you," Yamcha said before straightening his back, and although he was still nervous about talking to a woman, he was able to look Bulma in the eyes without freezing.


    "I am waiting for you to challenge me, Yamcha. By the way, my name is Brief, Bulma Brief," Bulma said her name, causing Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar to look at her in amazement.


    "No wonder your blue hair looked so familiar! You''re Doctor Brief''s daughter!" Oolong pointed out in disbelief, then looked at all the equipment around it, like the grill, the table, and the ice chest, all with the Capsule Corps logo.


    "No wonder you have so much Capsule Corps merchandise, you don''t have to pay for it," Oolong muttered enviously, while Yamcha carefully put away the capsule Bulma gave him.


    "I see; I didn''t expect a rich lady like you to come here or to be so powerful? Goku, we''ll fight when I see you again," Yamcha picked up Puar and put him on his shoulder as he slowly took off, but before he left, he pulled a small pamphlet out of his clothes and threw it on the ground.


    "My payment for your resources," Yamcha waved goodbye before his body was covered in a white aura and he took off into the sea of clouds, even breaking the speed of sound.


    "Bulma, look! A flying technique!" Chi-Chi, who had caught the flyer thrown by Yamcha, glanced at it before exclaiming in amazement.


    "Let me see it, Chi-Chi!" Goku came up behind Chi-Chi, resting his chin on her shoulder as he read the opened booklet.


    "Hey, why is your face red? Do you have a fever?" asked Goku suddenly, noticing that her friend''s face was as red as a tomato, he even seemed to see a cloud of white steam rising from Chi-Chi''s head.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    "Fool, respect her personal space," Bulma grabbed Goku''s tail, pulling him away from Chi-Chi.


    "Don''t touch my tail!" complained Goku, trying to hit Bulma with a blow that even caused wind, but the blonde girl only used her open palm to casually parry his attack.


    Well, the ground beneath her cracked and even sank a little, but Bulma released Goku from her grip, ignoring the evil look he gave her. Bulma looked down at her hand, which was a little shaky from the impact, and a smile appeared on her face.


    "Goku looks like you got stronger," she said suddenly, calming Goku''s anger and making him scratch his neck as he laughed.


    "Of course I did! And if you grab my tail again, I''ll beat you, Bulma!" said Goku, his tone changing from cheerful to serious.


    Bulma nodded, knowing that her previous action had upset the boy, so she put her hand in his hair before speaking.


    "I''m sorry, Goku, I didn''t mean to make you feel uncomfortable," Bulma said softly, causing Goku to touch his nose before he hugged Bulma.


    "No worries," Goku easily forgave his older sister before walking over to Chi-Chi, this time without invading her personal space.


    "It''s an interesting technique, does it make you blush?" he asked curiously, and the no longer blushing Chi-Chi nodded.


    "Yes, and it even has notes from Yamcha. It says that it''s a technique from the Crane School, the enemy school of the Turtle School," Chi-Chi pointed out before she handed the booklet to Goku, who quickly read the technique.


    "Hmm... Grandpa told me that this school trains dangerous assassins. Is it a good idea to use their technique?" asked Goku hesitantly as he put what he learned in the booklet into practice.


    Soon, the small Saiyan floated several centimeters in the air, but his lack of mastery and balance caused him to fall sitting on the ground, his eyes glowed brightly as he stood up.


    "Don''t worry about them," Bulma said, causing Chi-Chi to relax.


    Then she became interested in the young girl, who approached Goku a little shyly. Goku looked at her questioningly, but when he saw her friend look at the brochure, he had an idea.


    "Chi-Chi, do you want to learn to fly so we can fly together?" Goku''s suggestion caused Chi-Chi to touch her cheeks as the temperature of her face rose rapidly, turning red and even emitting white steam.


    Bulma saw this and felt that maybe there was something more to Chi-Chi''s strange physique, how could someone blush as angrily as she did? It could be something special, but she would test her friend another time.


    "Yes! Show me how to fly and I''ll tell you about the technique I''m working on," Chi-Chi replied, causing Goku to look at her friend in awe this time.


    "You created a technique too!" the Saiyan exclaimed, genuinely excited by the situation.


    "Bulma and Uncle Gohan have so many ideas, I wanted to try something unique, it''s not finished yet, but... When it is, I''ll show it to you," Chi-Chi said with relative ease as her blush faded.


    While Goku explained the details that allowed a person to fly, Bulma read the pamphlet and several ideas came to her mind, looking for a way to improve this technique to make it more like her.


    "Energy boosters? Flying by simulating antigravity? So many ideas..." Bulma''s mind boiled as many different thoughts collided and sparks flew as she mentally simulated the changes she wanted to make to the flying technique.


    Bulma didn''t want to just fly, she wanted a technique that would allow her to break through the limits of the atmosphere, a technique that would turn into a way to survive in space.


    However, she didn''t know how to approach this topic until she heard Chi-Chi''s idea about her technique. Bulma paid closer attention to what the young woman was saying, and her mind seemed to explode as the basic framework of a technique appeared in her mind.


    Though it would take many attempts to get it to work at even half its capacity, it was enough to get her started. Bulma then watched as Goku and Chi-Chi got along and narrowed her eyes as a few different ideas popped into her head.


    Making them stay together is not enough, Goku must not die and leave her alone," Bulma thought, remembering a big project she had been working hard on, but now was not the time.


    "Hey, I''m going to make the wish, get ready," Bulma said to the trio of youngsters, causing them to approach with interest.


    "So, Bulma, what are you going to wish for?" Oolong asked curiously, he wanted to know what someone who already had life figured out like Bulma would want to wish for.


    "You''ll see," Bulma replied mysteriously, pointing her palms at the Dragon Balls.


    "Eternal Dragon. In your name, I summon you, Shen Long!" Bulma shouted the keywords, causing the Dragon Balls to glow brightly before a beam of golden light shot into the sky.


    Black clouds covered the whole earth, and many people, whether they knew the legend of the Dragon Balls or not, looked at the sky in awe at this dignified and unusual sight.


    Pilaf, who was flying in an airship with Mai and Shu, looked at the stormy sky with a bad face, but just shook his head to dispel his thoughts of defeat. He would go after the Dragon Balls when he was ready, no one could stop him!


    Gohan, Roshi, Krillin, and the sea turtle watched as the sun was hidden by the thick storm clouds, although only three of them knew the reason for this situation.


    Bulma''s family also looked to the sky. General Red was angry at the realization that someone could wish for something and he could not. The King of the World looked longingly at the cloudy sky, once he also wished for those mystical Dragon Balls.


    Soon, a huge body of mostly green scales appeared. It was longer than any living creature on Earth, and its body wriggled through the clouds like a snake. Five-toed claws adorned its form, and the characteristic head of an Eastern Dragon gazed at those who had summoned it with its red eyes.


    "I am Shen Long, what is your wish?" The booming voice of the large creature did not intimidate Bulma, who looked at the creature with curious eyes.


    With her ability, she could clearly feel Shen Long''s emotions, it was obvious that it was not only a sentient being, but also highly intelligent. Bulma then thought of her wish, one that would nip in the bud the worst development that could happen in her current timeline.


    "Shen Long! I wish that the twins known as Lapis and Lazuli can maintain their self-awareness when they are finally transformed into cyborgs!" Bulma''s wish was extremely strange to those who heard it, including Kami-Sama.


    "What... what was this wish, some preparation for the future, but why? Bulma... Can she see the future?" Kami-Sama wondered, but his words didn''t stop the dragon.


    "That''s too easy," Shen Long''s eyes flashed before his figure blurred and the clouds dissipated.


    All the Dragon Balls spun around before scattering all over the world. Bulma could just catch them, but what would be the point? The best part was the adventure that came with searching for them.


    Besides, their journey was just beginning.

 27: About the Wish.

    "Bulma, why did you make that strange wish?" Goku asked curiously as Bulma drove the car.


    "That was a pretty specific wish, are these people important, who are Lapis and Lazuli?" asked Oolong, who was sitting in the third row of this vehicle.


    "I''d like to know too," Kami-Sama''s voice echoed in Bulma''s mind, causing her to almost crash into a rock on the side of the road, but she came to her senses.


    "Damn it, Kami-Sama! Wouldn''t it be better to come down here and chat like a normal person?" Bulma complained loudly as she looked up at the sky, but Kami''s answer didn''t take long.


    "I don''t have a decent excuse to come down," Kami told her, this time to everyone in the car.


    "Wait, did we hear Kami-Sama''s voice?" Oolong asked anxiously before he clasped its hands, closed its eyes, and began to pray.


    "Bulma''s family knows God," Chi-Chi said simply, but that only made Oolong shiver, before he continued its prayer, if you came closer, you could hear a bit of its mumbling.


    "Well... do you remember Professor Omori? He is a person with many interesting inventions, and one of them was able to freeze the time of the entire universe for a moment.


    So I became very interested in his research, and for the price of some of my family''s exclusive products, I was able to gain access to it.


    I didn''t create a time machine, I doubt a mortal could do something like that as it''s portrayed in popular culture... but I created this," Bulma used one hand to press the activator button of a capsule, and soon a tablet appeared in her hand.


    She passed it to Goku, who activated it skillfully. But instead of the typical interface of conventional tablets, the screen of this one showed something strange. Three lines intersected at spherical points, but generally moved at their own pace.


    "A temporal anomaly detector detects key nodes in the timeline we live in. Imagine my surprise when I learned that there were two other lines besides ours," Bulma''s words may have been a bit complicated, but the implications chilled the blood of those present.


    "These are the ones I filtered that are closer to us. They are not universes like the Sixth Universe, the twin of ours, or other realities, they are the timelines that at some point in the past, or perhaps for us the future, had intimate contact with our timeline.


    Do you know what that means? Someone in the past, or perhaps in the future, traveled to our timeline, thinking they were traveling in time, but what they did was jump into our timeline. What kind of reaction will that cause? I don''t know, but there had to be a reason for such proximity.


    So... I investigated with my father and got something that made our blood run cold," Bulma tapped on the touch screen of her car''s dashboard, which displayed a video.


    A person appeared to be holding a recording device to their chest as they ran quickly down the alleys. Explosions could be heard in the distance as breathing became increasingly agitated.


    "This is Delta Task Force member here...we missed. The bullets bounced off the skin of those things. How do you fight something like that...? The explosives didn''t work, and those creatures seemed to be mocking us by letting us attack them.


    Now... I have defected, this recording may make it to headquarters, but I doubt there will be anyone left to care about it soon. So I removed the signal privatizer from this device and broadcast its signal to anyone who could pick it up.


    "Run away! Don''t confront those, even if they look human... THEY AREN''T HUMANS! We ignored the warnings, we ignored our research. We thought they would be like the androids we destroyed in the past, thinking they were just remnants of the Red Ribbon Army.


    It was to no avail. Even someone who knew the identities of those people before they became those things tried to reason with them, but they? They have nothing but destruction in their eyes!


    They''re not Lieutenants Lapis and Lazuli of the Red Ribbon, known for their kindness! They''re weapons, chaotic weapons created by Doctor Gero! Not even those blonde warriors could stand up to them... we are..." Here, the video abruptly cuts off, focusing on the delicate palm of a young girl''s hand.


    Before it cut off, the person was able to record as two young men descended from the sky and the woman between them lunged at them, destroying the camera. The audio, however, remained, and the person''s screams of pain were recorded before they became static.


    "There are many such videos and audio. It comes from TV channels or radio stations. Two environments were destroyed, one by those androids, the other... I don''t know how to describe it, but it looks like Earth was invaded by someone in the past in this timeline and humans are now dealing with the consequences," Bulma''s words fell and the silence was not broken for several minutes before Kami-Sama''s voice returned.


    "Is that why this wish? But what about this so-called invasion, why not wish for something against it?" Although Kami-Sama''s tone sounded normal, anyone with a little EQ could pick up the fear in his questions.


    "You know that the Dragon Balls cannot act against things that are stronger than you, Kami-Sama. Whatever invaded Earth in this timeline, some things weren''t there. Maybe I didn''t exist, maybe Goku didn''t fall to Earth, or worse... Goku was the invader.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The time travel I discovered doesn''t mean that humans did it. From the rumors I''ve seen on the Galactic Patrol forums, time travel is a crime punishable by all universes, and it''s even known that in a universe different from the rest, there was chaos because of time travel.


    Perhaps some entity traveled to this timeline somewhere in the universe or from other universes and allowed these signals to reach our point and be picked up by me. Why were those signals picked up?


    I don''t know, my dad and I racked our brains to come up with the theory that they were echoes. Temporal echoes from a timeline close and similar to our own. Maybe Lapis and Lazuli won''t become androids, I''d like to avoid that.


    But I don''t know where Doctor Gero is, even if you go to the places where he might be, like the mountains or hidden places... he hasn''t shown up. If it weren''t for his publications every few months on robotics and genetics, I''d think he didn''t exist in our timeline.


    I''ve done some research on these two people, you know, that''s why I made this wish because they''re just young people going to University now, but they seem to have some hidden connection to RR, and I haven''t gotten too close to avoid trouble.


    I may be strong, but someone could take advantage of my absence to hurt my parents, there are so many ways to hurt someone with technology that it would take too long to count them.


    Still, the brother seems to be someone who loves animals, and the sister seems to want to be an archaeologist, though I think it''s more to get valuable relics than to appreciate the past," Bulma showed the information she had gathered about Lapis and Lazuli, but Goku looked at Bulma questioningly.


    "Can there be a timeline where I decided to conquer Earth?" Goku asked, causing Bulma to look at him for a few seconds before nodding.


    "Yeah, maybe you didn''t fall next to Gohan''s house at that time and do what every Baby Saiyan sent to a ''low level'' world usually does, you destroyed Earth and sold it to the highest bidder," Bulma''s answer made Goku very uncomfortable, who frowned as he crossed his arms.


    "And you, Bulma, what could you be in these timelines?" To make Goku feel better, Chi-Chi decided to ask Bulma this question.


    "In some timeline, I might have been encouraged to travel the world in search of Dragon Balls, but with a different wish. Maybe wishing for a boyfriend, wishing for a breast enlargement.


    Or maybe I wanted to live quietly at home, not even knowing the legend of the Dragon Balls. In a timeline, it could even be me who created those creatures in the video. Or it could be the man... who knows," Bulma said, hiding the fact that she, following the idea of time echoes, had created a device similar to Space TV.


    A device that collected every possible signal hidden in the fluctuations of space-time. It allowed Bulma to peek into other timelines. Many of them went wrong, others are normal in their transmissions.


    Others... are strange. Bulma almost thought she had arrived in some crazy multiverse like Marvel or Rick and Morty until she remembered that this multiverse is small and closed, the only thing different will always be the timelines.


    She saw the news that she was the queen of the world because for some reason she was a literal blue bitch descendant of the current king of the world... yeah. In another, more normal, but also weird timeline, she was a clothing model of her design.


    And the one that intrigued her the most, in one timeline, was a famous movie actor who had a stereotypical rather dumb blonde model as his wife, and her version was also rather dumb.


    Still, Bulma felt a strange sensation in her stomach. She knew that Dragon Ball was a moving universe, there would always be a reason to fight, there would always be a reason for someone to stand up and do something, and there would always be others against them.


    What would her ''Android Saga'' be like? Just to call it something, because except for a few things that can''t be affected by it, everything that has to do with Earth will be different.


    No, even at her birth, this universe was different. It seemed more... mythological, so to speak. Gohan was practically a classic cultivator of Chinese novels, only without all the exaggerated, confusing, and ancient paraphernalia.


    "I''ll keep an eye on these youngsters. But now that you mention it... there have been people I can''t see at all, like that Doctor Gero guy. Could it be a technology to avoid unwanted glances? And somehow it even affected me," Kami-Sama said to everyone, making Bulma smile a little because she also had that kind of technology in her house.


    While Bulma was deciding the course of their new journey, a visit to a certain island where a certain real android with strange and absurd abilities probably lived, something happened to both Lapis and Lazuli.


    The twins were on their way home when Shen Long''s wish was granted. One thing to keep in mind when making a wish is the wording of the wish, you know? Sometimes, strange things can happen.


    Like now, the two siblings suddenly realized that their minds seemed to be more agile, it didn''t make them smarter, but it allowed them to sort out the mental chaos common to all humans.


    They could even avoid thinking about a pink elephant on a unicycle when they wanted to stop thinking about that elephant, so goodbye to intrusive or repetitive thoughts. Why did this happen? They don''t know, but they each began to make the most of it in appropriate ways.


    Especially when Lapis, for some strange reason, decided to listen to a wanderer and buy a strange book from him that was supposed to make him stronger. Driven by curiosity, both siblings found their way.


    One that will keep them from becoming weapons of mass destruction in the future, probably against their will.


    "Sometimes it feels good to do this kind of work as an excuse to protect the world," said a person in dirty, threadbare clothes, using the money he earned from a careless young man to buy himself a nice lunch.


    "But I never expected these kids to be so talented, I just wanted to give them something basic and pass on exclusive knowledge from me, I just hope this world has a better development than those timelines Bulma saw," soon the tramp''s body squirmed and then started to blink.


    "What? What am I doing here? Hmm... Chicken? Oh, thank you, Kami-Sama!" Strangely, the man began to enjoy his meal, not knowing how on earth he had found himself in a restaurant with so much comfort at his disposal.


    "You''re welcome," Kami-Sama muttered, no longer possessing the bum.


    "Should I talk to King Kai about the threats from outer space?", Kami-Sama wondered quietly before making this decision.


    "I will visit the other world."


    ----------------


    OMAKE:


    "Come on, 2B, let''s go find the Dragon Balls!" a muscular Oolong called with a gesture to its adored waifu, 2B, who approached it dressed in maid''s clothes.


    "Yes, Master Oolong," 2B said with a bow, before being spanked by Oolong.


    "If you can''t get a wife or become one for more than 5 minutes, create one with advanced robotics. The best wish I ever had in my life was to find Doctor Gero, why didn''t Bulma wish for that?" said Oolong, flexing its muscles unnecessarily.


    "Waifu first, then world domination," Oolong muttered before ripping the shirt it was wearing, but 2B offered it another one.

 28: Arale and King Kai.

    Kami-Sama was transported to the first place souls go when they die in this universe, the afterlife. Before him was a vast sea of golden clouds, which was quite auspicious, but he knew what others did not.


    Beneath those clouds was the space known as Hell. This was not the place where demons lived, but where sinners were punished, and then their souls were processed to extract evil from them, as well as all their memories before they were reincarnated.


    Of course, not all places in Hell were places of punishment, there were many places with different purposes. And from what Kami-Sama had heard, the hell on earth was particularly cruel compared to the other places.


    Above the Ocean of Clouds was the huge palace of the Great King Enma, the divine being who was in charge of determining where the recently deceased went. And since death was a common theme in the universe, a long line appeared before Kami-Sama, filled with souls ready to be judged.


    Because of his divine status, Kami-Sama was accompanied by a blue-skinned figure with small horns wearing an office suit, an Ogre or an Oni. After waiting for a young red-skinned Oni wearing headphones to mop the floor in front of them, they soon arrived at the figure he had to visit first.


    Great King Enma, the figure in charge. A huge being sitting at a rather expensive mahogany desk. The sheer power emanating from the man did not overwhelm Kami-Sama or the blue-skinned Oni, but the poor soul who was being tested.


    "Let''s see, just an ordinary housewife who died of exhaustion trying to give her children a good life? Fine, go to paradise to rest before reincarnating," Enma''s voice was booming at this moment, but there was a hint of warmth in his tone.


    A stamp marked a sheet of paper and the woman''s soul was escorted to a door before the next soul appeared in front of Enma, who looked visibly uncomfortable as he read something.


    "Wow. A murderer with no justification other than his pleasure? Yeah... a good thing you''re an Earthling, you know? The administrators of this place will be happy to have you," Enma sealed a piece of paper, and two large, red-skinned Onis took the soul that didn''t know the suffering that awaited it.


    "Oh, you are the God of Earth, aren''t you? Come, let''s talk quickly," Enma had noticed the two visitors for a long time, but it was only now that he found an opportunity to talk to them.


    "Thank you, Your Majesty Great King Enma," Kami-Sama said with reverence in his voice.


    In the hierarchy, he was just a planetary god, maybe a bit special, but nothing remarkable in the other world. So he stuck to respect, but Enma just laughed at his gesture.


    "Don''t be so polite, tell me, why did you request an audience with me? You rarely come this way," Enma said with curiosity in his voice as the blue-skinned Oni took his leave and left them alone.


    "I would like to know more about this universe, some things have been revealed to me and the information I have about the general situation is very fragmented. I know little about the hierarchy of the gods or the four galaxies, I would like to correct that," Kami-Sama said with respect and humility in his tone.


    Even though he was knowledgeable and had even spied on Bulma a little while she was exploring the forums of the Galactic Patrol, there were things he needed to know first-hand, and only King Kai could help him.


    "I see... Would you like to see my master? He''s the only one around here who keeps up with such things because this waste of Kaio-Shin doesn''t even bother to acquire more knowledge because he thinks he''s on top of everything," Enma complained under his breath, annoyed about a certain superior ''god'' who thought he was on top of the entire divine hierarchy due to his ignorance.


    Kami-Sama was silent at this comment, he barely knew the concept of Kaio-Shin and did not want to get into trouble with gods who sounded superior to him, so there was an uncomfortable silence before Kami-Sama decided to speak.


    "May I meet King Kai?" Kami-Sama asked, bringing Enma back to reality, who was looking at the Namekian elder curiously and with some wariness.


    "I doubt you can make it all the way to his realm without wasting a lot of time on the way, I''ll send you myself," Enma put his big hand in the air above Kami-Sama, shrouding him in shadow.


    "You already know how to return to the mortal world, so I don''t have to tell you much, may you find your answers," Enma said before him body emitted a powerful aura.


    "With my power, I open the door that connects to other worlds," that was pretty much what Kami-Sama understood when Enma spoke in the language of the gods.


    Magic, pure divine magic, was set in motion at that moment. Above Kami-Sama, a large door appeared that looked like huge jaws. A pair of angry eyes stared at the god before the ''mouth'' of the door opened and sucked the green elder inside.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    "Okay, now let''s see the next one on the list... A crypto bro who swindled millions from his followers with a meme coin? And with bee motifs, to say the least, well, I''ll enjoy this," Enma muttered, before ushering in a soul who continued to talk nonsense, ranting that his project to become immortal was still in progress and that he would resurrect soon.


    Well, he won''t.


    ...


    Kami-Sama was thrown out of a door that opened in front of a strange house. When he tried to get up, a terrible jolt made it impossible for the god to even get to his knees properly.


    "What is this, gravity? 10 times Earth''s..." Kami-Sama muttered before reciting a spell in a language that he could confirm was his original tongue a few years ago.


    The language of his planet, Namek.


    Learning that it was alien shocked it a bit, but it had suspected it before and was able to recover quickly, although it realized Jaco''s fear of Earth in greater detail.


    Earth had undoubtedly assimilated it, and in a very direct way, it was now technically its protector.


    ''The things you find out when you get old,'' Kami-Sama thought before getting up.


    A magical shield with strange characters covered him, it was his way of lessening the effect of the increased gravity on him, allowing him to live in such a precarious place for several hours.


    He didn''t know why this spell was in his memories, but considering that the Namekians could travel to other worlds with their great technology, it was normal for them to have this kind of spell to deal with planets with high or low gravity, depending on the situation.


    "They just disappeared, maybe King Kai has an answer to this question, did almost all Namekians disappear?" muttered Kami-Sama before he approached the door of the strange house and knocked on it.


    His long ears allowed him to hear the sound coming from inside, it sounded like someone watching .... TV?


    "Just a moment!" a voice came from inside, the TV was turned off and soon, the door opened.


    Kami-Sama had to look down to see King Kai, a strange blue-skinned being with black glasses over his eyes and clothes that represented his divine status. King Kai looked up and noted Kami-Sama''s appearance with interest.


    "A Namekian? I thought most of them lived isolated and quiet. How did one become a god?" said King Kai, noting the apparent divine aura of the being before him.


    "I am not from Namek, but I would like to know more about that. I am the God of Earth, I have no name, you may call me Shen," Kami-Sama indicated before bowing slightly to King Kai.


    "Don''t be polite, come in, come in," King Kai pointed out before he made room for Kami-Sama to enter.


    "By the way, what a nice use of Dragon Magic you''ve made there, I never expected to see that spell again," King Kai said, noticing the markings on the almost invisible shield that protected Kami-Sama from the influence of gravity.


    "Dragon magic?" asked Kami-Sama curiously, causing King Kai to stop and look at him, this time very seriously.


    Kami-Sama felt that ''something'' was examining him thoroughly, but since he knew who it was, he just let it go. King Kai then approached Kami-Sama and slapped his hand reproachfully.


    "What a fool! How could you divide yourself like that, you spoiled your great talent! Oh no, I must correct this. You, Shen, will learn from me! You said you were from Earth?


    That terrible place, if you can survive there without going mad with only half of your being, then your talent in its full state must be more than extraordinary. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I found gold!" King Kai began to laugh madly, preventing Kami-Sama from declaring his true intentions.


    But this moment was one of those changes that Bulma''s actions had brought about.


    ...


    Bulma, for her part, had decided to reach Penguin Island before nightfall, so she took her airship instead of her car. By the time they landed, it was already dark, but luckily there was no full moon.


    Although Goku could more or less use the power of his Ozaru form for a few moments, the control of his transformation still needed to be fine-tuned. He wouldn''t lose control right away, but he couldn''t maintain it for long.


    "Bulma, what are we doing on this island?" asked Chi-Chi curiously, attracting the attention of Goku and Oolong.


    "I want to visit one of the great minds of this world. His publications are rare, but very valuable in the scientific world, and few know where he lives. I got his address from Dr. Omori," Bulma replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.


    How could she not be excited? She was going to meet Dr. Sembei Norimaki! A man who had directly skipped many steps and created a Gynoid with sentience, who had also endowed it with absurd abilities, but that wasn''t what Bulma was interested in.


    It was Dr. Norimaki''s uncanny ability to create machines that bordered on the unscientific. And as if the world itself wanted her to interact with that figure, Bulma could see someone holding a flashlight in the distance.


    The figure approached, it was a 13-year-old girl with glasses, a cap covering her purple hair and a big smile on her face. One of her hands was holding a flashlight, but the other was holding a branch with .... excrement, mind you, this thing was pink and had a shy smile.


    "I saw you land! I''m Arale!" the girl introduced herself with a big smile.


    Goku, who was in front of her, stepped forward on a strange impulse. Both Arale and Goku stared at each other until the boy''s tail caught the Ginoid''s attention, her eyes sparkling.


    "Wow, you have a tail! Just like the character in the book ''Journey to the Northern Galaxy'' Can I hold it?" asked Arale excitedly, but Goku shook his head before wrapping his tail around his body like a belt.


    "No, that makes me uncomfortable," Goku said, shaking his head.


    Chi-Chi then stepped in front of the young Saiyan and covered his body with her own, while she looked jealously at Arale, who didn''t understand much of what was going on in front of her.


    "Don''t go around asking to grab other people''s parts, it''s rude," Chi-Chi said, making Arale nod so fast and loud that even the sound of a marble in a spray can could be heard.


    "I know, I apologize!" Arale wanted to wave, but seeing that she had her hands full, she thought for a moment before throwing the stick aside and offering her free hand to Chi-Chi.


    "What''s your name? Who are you? Do you want to play? I like to play," the hyperactive girl said, then Goku looked at Bulma with some embarrassment before whispering a few words.


    "Now I understand how you felt in the past," Goku said to Bulma, who was about to laugh out loud at the nonsense going on in front of her.


    ''Thank you, Toriyama,'' Bulma thanked him mentally before she wiped away a small tear that slid down her cheek.

 29: Doctor Norimaki.

    "So, you are Goku, you are Chi-Chi, you are Mr. Bacon, and you are Bulma? Great! What great names!" Arale exclaimed excitedly, and although the others laughed, Oolong sulked.


    "What do you mean with Mr. Bacon!?Oolong! My name is Oolong!" the pig boy shouted, causing Arale to tilt her head and look at it with intrigue.


    "Like that expensive, disgusting Tea adults drink?" Arale visibly scrunched up her face when she asked this question, and even her face turned a comical shade of green.


    "What, no!" Oolong shouted in frustration, causing the others to laugh louder and louder at their predicament.


    "Anyway, can we meet Doctor Norimaki?" Bulma finally asked young Arale, causing the gynoid to turn her attention to her with an unusual scrutiny in her eyes.


    "Why do you want to meet the Doctor?" although her question seemed to be filled with her typical good humor, Bulma could sense Arale''s true feelings.


    Yes, as strange as it might seem for a machine to have feelings, Arale was a truly sentient being, a full-fledged mechanical life, so she possessed emotions that Bulma was able to interpret with her ability.


    Despite Arale''s giggly facade, Bulma could sense the seriousness and caution in her question. Even though she always seemed like a happy and carefree girl with absurd abilities, Arale was an intelligent person, perhaps one of the most intelligent beings on Earth.


    Not less, her completely unscientific abilities allowed her to enjoy things casually, but if anything in the world was important to her, it was her creator and ''brother'', Doctor Norimaki.


    Sure, there was also the Doctor''s wife and son, but Bulma''s question made Arale wary, so the blue-haired had to think carefully about her words to avoid misunderstandings.


    The worst thing you can do is unwittingly antagonize a being for whom the laws of nature are a suggestion and another element to play with. Bulma sighed before she spoke.


    "I just want to meet one of the greatest minds in this world, my father, Doctor Brief, is someone who is in awe of Doctor Norimaki''s abilities and admires him quite a bit." Bulma wasn''t lying when she said that, that was really her intention, and her father really admired the man.


    How could he not? Doctor Norimaki''s few publications allowed Doctor Brief to shortcut many paths and attempts at his great creations. In fact, Bulma had a particular theory about this situation.


    Maybe one of Doctor Norimaki''s publications was the reason for Doctor Gero to create the more advanced versions of the androids, because in the canon, the leap from the so-called ''Octavius'' to androids that can fight warriors capable of destroying planets is not a small one, to say the least.


    Who knows, maybe the source of eternal energy that gave power to C-17 and C-18 was part of that inspiration, because only Dr. Norimaki would come up with such an illogical and unscientific idea, but in the end it turned out to be real.


    Arale was silent, something in her eyes seemed to shine secretly, allowing her to make a decision at that moment. She didn''t feel any evil in the people in front of her, and she even felt a strange connection to Goku for some reason, so she nodded.


    "Fine! I''ll take you to him. Midori must have already prepared dinner, let''s go," Arale waved her hand before turning around and running in a funny way in a certain direction.


    Though amused by her running form, everyone''s faces were astonished as she covered long distances in an instant, almost disappearing from their sight with extreme ease, though leaving an unusual trail of dust in her path.


    "What just happened?" Oolong wondered quietly, and Goku just shook his shoulders before answering.


    "I don''t know, but my instincts are telling me not to fight her," the young Saiyan said seriously, it was the first time that something like that happened to him.


    Usually, he felt the urge to fight against powerful or interesting people, but when he saw Arale, something inside of him screamed at him not to provoke her, as if his whole existence was something extremely dangerous and his deepest essence resisted to even antagonize the girl.


    But he also felt a strange pull, a strange connection that urged him to talk to Arale and even made his first impression change from alarm to curiosity. He didn''t know why he felt this way, and when he explained it, he could see Chi-Chi becoming moody.


    A dark aura rose from Chi-Chi''s body, so much so that it materialized around her as she walked, but Bulma''s hand fell on the young girl''s head, dispersing the strange sight.


    "This has nothing to do with what you were thinking, Chi-Chi," Bulma said, bringing back the young Chi-Chi, who blushed at the discovery of her deepest thoughts.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "Why is this happening, Bulma?" Oolong asked with particular curiosity in this situation.


    Although it had seen many strange things in its young life, and had even met a young witch who used talismans to paralyze people or control them psychically, it had never heard of a situation like the one Goku described.


    "Arale doesn''t emit Ki, and with the data from Doctor Norimaki''s previous actions in the scientific community, Arale is probably not human," Bulma said, making the curiosity of the three youngsters grow.


    "What is Arale?" asked Chi-Chi, making Bulma''s eyes sparkle with excitement.


    "Perhaps a rather advanced and powerful robot, but I felt emotions in it, so it must be an extraordinary mechanical life. In fact, it is the work of Doctor Norimaki, only he could make something so absurd and cool," Bulma praised, but her words made each young man react differently.


    Goku showed no interest, machines didn''t attract much attention to him unless they demonstrated their power, like the pilaf machine. That was why he hardly paid attention to all the robots at home.


    Chi-Chi breathed a sigh of relief. A robot couldn''t grow up, so she couldn''t try to marry Goku in the future, right? This way, the path to her future life as a couple with the love of her life would be free of danger.


    But the one who had dangerous ideas was Oolong, who, upon learning that Doctor Norimaki might have literally created a sentient machine, had certain thoughts assaulting its mind.


    ''What if... we could ask this Norimaki for a perfect robot wife?'' Oolong wondered, even imagining itself as an adult, watching TV while drinking beer and having a cute robot wife do the housework without it worrying.


    ''I have to convince this doctor that this idea will change the world.... My world!'' Oolong concluded before a fist slammed into its head, making it scream in pain.


    "Why are you hitting me?" Oolong shouted at Goku, who looked at it with an expression of disgust.


    "You had that weird expression you make before you say something perverted," Goku replied sincerely, leaving Oolong at a loss for words, even though it was shouting thousands of insults at Goku''s ancestors in its head.


    "You have to learn to control your emotions, Oolong," Bulma said with some reproach in her voice.


    Bulma regretted that she had left her innate ability activated because she could fully perceive Oolong''s entire mental and emotional journey through her ability to sense emotions.


    Why was she surrounded by such perverts? Bulma didn''t know, but she was thankful that the people she met with this condition had good self-control, which oddly enough included Oolong.


    Soon they finished following Arale''s trail until they reached the entrance of a house, where a few more people were waiting at the door next to the girl, who was surrounded by two strange angel-like beings.


    "That blue hair is so recognizable, are you really Doctor Brief''s daughter? I never thought you''d want to visit me," said a man with a stocky body and short stature.


    Next to the Doctor was a blonde woman who seemed to be whispering something to Arale, and a baby hovered around the woman. Bulma stood still as something flashed through her mind.


    How could she forget Turbo Norimaki''s mutant!? Even though the original series said that his ability came from the alien medical technology that ran him over and then healed him, Bulma didn''t think so.


    Because she could feel the exuberant Ki radiating uncontrollably from the baby. If she had to put it into numbers, it would be a solid 50 levels of power. What medical technology could do that to a child?


    They had just awakened the latent power in the little guy! Who was also a superior genius to his father, and perhaps he was the one who deserved the title of the smartest person on Earth.


    As if he noticed her attention, Turbo Norimaki raised his head and looked directly at Bulma. Then the young girl felt a strange ripple in her mind and a child''s voice echoed in her head.


    "Queen Plant!" the baby''s voice sounded surprised, and even Turbo himself floated over to Bulma, drawing attention to himself.


    "Oh, my son seems to like you, then you must have no bad intentions," Midori Norimaki, Doctor Norimaki''s wife, said with emotion in her words.


    Bulma hugged the baby who clung to her as he looked straight into the young woman''s eyes. Now, Bulma could tell that what she was holding was perhaps the human with the greatest potential in history so far.


    She could not let such a talent go to waste!


    "Queen Plant, what brings you here?" a very well-articulated sentence was heard in Bulma''s head, making her pay attention to the way Turbo would refer to her.


    "Why do you call me Queen Plant?" asked Bulma telepathically, when one had exceptional Ki control, this ability was easily accessible, which is why Bulma knew about it years ago.


    "Because I see how the environment seems to treat you as the most powerful plant of all, they surrender to you," Turbo told her before breaking free of Bulma''s grip and floating around her before sitting on her shoulder.


    "Also, you have a lot of cool stuff in your body, a lot of technology I haven''t seen? But this feels really fun!" the baby told Bulma, causing Bulma to smile before pulling a capsule from her pocket.


    "A gift," Bulma handed the capsule to the baby, who held it up with a silly toothy grin on his face before flying over to his mother, who greeted him with a big hug.


    "Turbo, what do we say when someone gives us something?" Midori asked her son, who this time didn''t use his psychic powers to answer, but spoke for himself.


    "Thank you!" he said, startling Goku, Chi-Chi and Oolong, who hadn''t expected a baby with barely any teeth to speak so well.


    "Bulma! This baby is strong!" Goku''s tail wagged at the thought of fighting, but when he saw that Turbo was barely a baby, the excitement in his eyes faded a little... just a little.


    "He''s so cute! And he already flies better than us... how envious!" said Chi-Chi with a strong sour tone in her voice, but the words of the two youngsters only made Doctor Norimaki burst out laughing with happiness.


    "He''s a genius! He inherited it from me, you know? Come on, come in, Midori made dinner, you must be hungry, right?" Doctor Norimaki invited, changing the subject to food.


    As Bulma passed Midori Norimaki, something caught her attention and she looked directly at the woman''s belly where she felt the slight pulse of life of a new and incipient creature, then a smile appeared on the blue-haired girl''s face.


    "Oh, congratulations on your pregnancy, Mrs. Norimaki," Bulma said, noticing that the faces of Doctor Norimaki and his wife changed strangely.


    "Bulma, why did they lost the color of their bodies?" Goku asked quietly, and for the first time, Bulma had no concrete answer or guess, she just shook her shoulders before saying anything.


    "Because raising children is expensive."

 30: Photos of the future.

    "So, Midori is going to have another child? How nice, Turbo will have a new baby brother or sister!" Arale celebrated excitedly, jumping around an anxious Midori, who looked at her husband worriedly.


    "Hehe... it seems my inventions always have flaws," Doctor Norimaki said with a flushed face, and only Bulma, sensing the man''s emotions, could tell the true context of his words.


    "Never mind, but now I know why I''ve been feeling so sick lately, I thought it was a temporary thing, not 9 months," Midori said with some reluctance, but at the touch of her stomach, a smile of motherly love came over the blonde woman''s face.


    Her husband approached her, giving rise to a warm couple moment that was soon ruined as Arale embraced both man and woman with much emotion. Furthermore, the little gynoid''s eyes focused on her creator and gave her a stern look.


    "Now I need a more adult body! I need to be a good big sister!" Arale shouted, making Doctor Norimaki nervous, and when he saw Bulma chatting with Goku and the others, an idea popped into his head.


    "I know! Why don''t you ask that young lady you met to help you with this? Aren''t you two friends or something? She''s a genius just like me! And she has more money!" Doctor Norimaki whispered the last sentence, not knowing that Bulma could hear him quite clearly.


    "Really? Hey Bulma!" Arale ran towards Bulma, bumping into the blue-haired girl in a comical way, luckily Bulma was able to avoid falling, but Arale hugged her legs before making a puppy face at her.


    "Bulma! Will you help me grow up? I''m a robot who wants to be a pretty woman!" the question was so sudden and strange that it could be misinterpreted if one didn''t know the context, then Bulma suspected it was Arale''s strange ability.


    Everything around the gynoid tended to distort like a children''s cartoon, a Japanese cartoon of her past life to be exact, which might be why such strange things happened wherever Arale went.


    "For that, I would have to have an academic exchange with Doctor Norimaki, which is partly why I am here. But I never really expected you to tell me what you are," Bulma said, causing Doctor Norimaki''s eyes to shoot flames.


    This is just one example of Arale''s uncanny ability to turn anything into a cartoon. The infamous ''Toon Force'' so to speak. Norimaki approached Bulma and pulled a disk from his back, handing it to the young woman.


    "If Arale and my son trust you, there is no need to hide this. She is one of my greatest creations.


    Here are my projects and researches! Just give me a good price for them, okay? I have a child on the way and my finances are a bit tight!" Doctor Norimaki''s sincere words surprised Bulma, who did not take the disk, but just looked at the strange family.


    "How about teaching me? I have a capsule that can build a house, and we have nothing urgent to do," this was the main point of Bulma''s arrival here.


    She wanted to study with Doctor Norimaki and learn from him, she didn''t expect to be able to replicate his strange ability to create absurd things, but she knew that with Norimaki, many of her plans could be easily realized.


    "Fine, I''ll be your teacher with honor! Teaching Doctor Brief''s daughter sounds like a good idea," Doctor Norimaki readily agreed, knowing that Bulma had no ill intentions toward them.


    How could Arale allow someone with bad thoughts towards him or his family to come so close to his home? Besides, Turbo, his psychic genius son, seemed to like him.


    "Then let''s celebrate this good news by eating, shall we? Before the food gets cold," Midori said, finally bringing everyone to the table.


    Aside from the oddity of watching a completely mechanical robot eat food like it was nothing, the dinner went rather smoothly. Sure, Goku decided to tell the others about his fight against Pilaf, but he hid the fact that Dragon Ball existed.


    "Wow, I had heard about that Pilaf guy, he sent me a letter asking me to meet him, but I felt that he was a dangerous guy, you know? Luckily, Arale took care of the men he sent to capture me when I decided to refuse," Doctor Norimaki said, getting Bulma interested in the matter.


    "Oh? Does Pilaf seem to be interested in other scientists?" asked Bulma, causing Doctor Norimaki to nod.


    "Yes. Many of us in the scientific community are somewhat isolated, you know? Except for that guy Gero and your father Brief, few of us are the ones who become well known.


    Brief mentioned his intention to recruit other doctors like me, but from your story, it sounds like he''s working alone. A giant robot suit? That''s a good idea," Doctor Norimaki said, quite interested in such an idea.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "It was strong, but I''m getting stronger and soon it will be just another toy," Goku said, disdaining the mechanical enemies, but Bulma gave him a gentle pat on the head.


    "Do not be so trusting, technology can do wonders. Maybe we should create a way to sense mechanical objects," Bulma said, causing Goku to glance at Arale, who was still eating.


    "Can I fight Arale? You said she was a powerful robot," although Goku felt the same instinctive fear, he wanted to test his strength against Arale, who turned her head towards him.


    "You want to fight me? I''m really strong," Arale said, showing her flexed arm as if he wanted to pull a muscle.


    But there was hardly any change in her arm, making the moment rather ridiculous and causing Oolong to laugh. Arale gave Oolong a dirty look but then looked down at her plate where a piece of bacon was.


    Arale took the bacon slowly and waved it mockingly in front of Oolong, and the young pig turned red, but he held back his cursing when he realized that the little Turbo Norimaki was looking at him with a strange smile on his baby face.


    ''Right, I can''t swear in front of a baby, especially if that baby can fly,'' Oolong thought and went back to eating the rest of his dinner, he had saved the bacon for last.


    He was a pig man, but not a real pig, so it was nothing unusual for him to do that. So he stopped Goku from stealing his food, while he stuck his tongue out at Arale, who made a disgusted face at the sight of the leftovers in Oolong''s mouth.


    "But you''re not going to fight now, and Goku, it''s my turn to fight, remember?" Bulma asked Goku, giving the boy a smile that made the young Saiyan''s tail bristle.


    "Yes! I forgot, it''s your turn," Goku said as he scratched the back of his neck, the excitement of fighting something he was afraid of making him forget his words to Bulma.


    Chi-Chi, for her part, listened attentively to the stories that Doctor Norimaki began to tell, especially one of his most interesting inventions, a camera that took pictures that allowed you to see a person''s future.


    Yes, Doctor Norimaki was one of the earthlings who had somehow tampered with time, only his camera was not harmful to the very crowded fabric of space-time.


    The man even brought his camera and tested it on his wife first. After the camera printed the picture, a warm smile appeared on Dr. Norimaki''s face before he showed it to the others.


    In the photo, Midori Norimaki was sitting at the table, surrounded by a teenage Turbo Norimaki, a young woman, and a little boy. They were all smiling in the photo, and although it seemed to show a somewhat distant future, it showed an important point.


    Doctor Norimaki might have another child besides the one on the way, which seemed to be a girl.


    "The future is always changing; you know? A picture may be outdated when you look at it, but I like this future, three children is a good number. No, four. How can I leave out Arale?" said Doctor Norimaki, before he thought for a moment and took a picture of Arale.


    The photo seemed to take a long time to print, a detail that caught Doctor Norimaki''s attention, and he thought his machine had malfunctioned, but then a photo was ejected, and when he saw it, he was astonished at what he saw.


    For some reason, the photo played an unnatural looping sequence similar to a GIF. It was Arale running as usual, only her form was adult and she seemed to be running at high speed, so much so that a strange hedgehog-like but blue-haired figure stood in awe, though his figure was extremely blurred, somehow, whoever saw the photo could know that.


    "Did you just take a photo with a memetic effect?" asked Bulma, amazed and a little disturbed by the strangeness of the situation.


    "You''ll get used to it, Arale is not a simple android, but this photo of her as an adult looks pretty good," Doctor Norimaki handed the photo to Arale, who looked at it with fascination.


    Soon he was taking pictures of everyone at the table. For some reason, his son Turbo had clothes with the character ''Sora'' printed on them. Oolong looked the same as always.


    Chi-Chi''s picture showed her carrying a small indeterminate figure that seemed to have a tail like Goku''s, while the young Saiyan''s picture showed him in a strange environment, there was nothing unusual except that his eyes were a different color.


    "Bulma, why are my eyes green in this picture?" Goku asked curiously, but Bulma just shook her shoulders, not wanting to say anything.


    She didn''t want to lie, so silence was the best option. Bulma then turned her attention to the photo that had been taken of her. Bulma appeared in it, now more grown up, wearing a lab coat while dressed in jeans and a red blouse.


    As if she knew this photo would be taken, she was shown making a peaceful gesture to the camera with a smile on her face. Bulma felt strange that she looked a little older than her current state, but she didn''t think much of it because she probably wouldn''t go beyond the appearance shown in the picture.


    It was all due to her nature as a plant, which allowed her to age very slowly. Though her current growth followed normal human norms, she had an intuition that it was because of her different nature from Vash or the rest of the Plants.


    Bulma looked at the camera held by Doctor Norimaki with interest but then shook her head. Messing with the time was not a good idea, and knowing that her curiosity was too high, she decided not to ask for the camera for a closer look.


    Then she carefully put the photo away, feeling that the look she had in the picture was quite to her liking and that she would try to replicate it from now on. With that thought, the night went on.


    Bulma''s group slept in a house created by one of the girl''s capsules, each with their own room, including the newest member of the group, Oolong.


    Why did Bulma keep the boy around? Partly because Oolong, although somewhat unpleasant, was helpful and a person with a lot of common sense. Also, Bulma wanted to help him fully develop his transformation ability and try to emulate it.


    An ability to transform into whatever she wanted could help Bulma get used to the transformation of her flesh, an ability she was already trying to unleash, but it seemed that she had not yet met the requirements to use it.


    But for now, that wasn''t on her mind. Tomorrow, she would try to fight Arale! Emphasis on trying, because it was more than obvious that she could never win this fight and she just wanted to test her limits.

 31: Bulma shows her power.

    The next day, after a sumptuous breakfast, Bulma''s party and Doctor Norimaki''s family boarded Bulma''s airship with one destination in mind: a wasteland where she could fight Arale.


    "Doctor Brief''s space technology never ceases to amaze me," Doctor Norimaki said, looking around at the large space that the airship Bulma was piloting had.


    Space technology had obviously been used to expand the space inside the vehicle. The propulsion methods were also quite advanced, based on the spaceships the Brief family had studied.


    Turbo Norimaki was excited to feel all the new technology around him, if there was anything to mention about his abilities, it was that they were very much tied to technology, one could say that he was a technopath in fact.


    "Father has made some progress, but we are still discussing the commercial use of this technology, we don''t want it to be used for malicious purposes," Bulma replied to Norimaki''s curiosity, causing Norimaki to nod.


    "I understand, many shady people have approached me with the intention of using my inventions or outright kidnapping me, but fortunately I have Arale to protect me," Doctor Norimaki noted with some sadness.


    This was perhaps the pain of the great minds in Dragon Ball, each one was unique, but strangely attached to some sort of group, in some cases more for protection than taste.


    The only cases like Doctor Omori or Doctor Norimaki, who worked alone, were unheard of cases. But seeing that both men could live quietly, it was obvious that they had ways to protect themselves.


    Doctor Norimaki had Arale as the most powerful bodyguard on Earth and perhaps in all of Universe 7, while Doctor Omori... .... Who wants to mess with someone with a machine that stopped time? Less so now that he seemed to be slowly joining the Capsule Corp.


    "Let''s not talk about such sad subjects. Look at the beautiful scenery," Midori Norimaki said, pointing to the area outside the window.


    The children approached with curiosity, exclaiming at the beautiful sights they saw. The huge mountains, covered in dense forests, piercing through the white clouds in an imposing manner.


    "Really beautiful scenery," Goku said, his eyes sparkling with interest, especially when he saw a group of five mountains that gave him a strange feeling.


    "What strange mountains," the young Saiyan whispered before he noticed a certain creature that appeared next to the airship.


    "Is that a flying dinosaur?" asked Chi-Chi, amazed at the sight of the giant creature greedily looking at the flying vehicle.


    "Wow! It''s the first time I''ve seen one that big!" said Arale, astonished at the creature''s size.


    "It has evil intentions, I can see it in its eyes," Oolong said with a trembling voice, and indeed, the flying dinosaur''s eyes were wrong at that moment.


    It was greedily looking at the humans inside the flying metal thing, its mouth salivating at the thought of the feast it would have if it managed to bring down the airship, so it approached the vehicle menacingly.


    "It has a lot of negative emotions," Bulma said before putting the vehicle on autopilot and getting up.


    "Let me warm up," Bulma thundered her hands before approaching the door of the machine, and as she opened it, she could see the dinosaur''s huge claw coming at her greedily.


    "It has considerable strength," Bulma commented before pointing her left hand at the creature.


    Her purple Ki gathered in her palm and turned into a whip that twisted like a snake before it was lashed out at the creature, striking its outstretched claw.


    The sound of the blow spread across the sky, along with the animal''s scream. A scorch mark appeared on the outstretched claw, emitting smoke and a barbecue-like aroma.


    "Give me a reason to let you go," Bulma said coldly, her blue eyes fixed on the giant flying dinosaur, which was no doubt quite intelligent.


    "You hit me, you filthy human!" the creature shouted, and Bulma simply shook her head before stepping into the void.


    "Ah, I can''t let you go," Bulma felt the vengeful emotions building inside the dinosaur and decided to end the animal''s life here.


    With a step into the void, Bulma dodged Arale''s attempt to grab her before she fell. Doctor Norimaki and the young gynoid watched in amazement as Bulma hovered in the air, following closely behind the airship.


    "You can fly!" shouted Arale excitedly.


    "How can you fly?" asked Doctor Norimaki as he saw the obviously illogical scene before him.


    "Sir, you have a psychic son who hovers all the time, what amazes you?" asked Oolong pointedly, making Doctor Norimaki blush.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "But... I always thought that wanting to fight Arale was just a test, I never thought that Bulma had such abilities," Norimaki commented after pulling himself together.


    "We are martial artists, you know, we use Ki, an energy that is present in all of us, that''s where your son''s powers come from, he is indeed strong," Chi-Chi brought knowledge to Doctor Norimaki, who looked with interest at the purple whip Bulma was holding.


    "Martial artists like those in the World Martial Arts Tournament? I thought they were just tricks," Doctor Norimaki said, now curious about this energy called ''Ki''.


    "They are not tricks, well, some tricks show up there, but other things are real, you know? Look," Goku presented his left hand, creating a small ball of yellow Ki before closing his hand, scattering small sparks of energy.


    At Bulma''s side, her hair fluttered wildly as she flew straight at the flying dinosaur. The creature sensed a great threat from the small human figure and tried to flee, but the purple whip reached out and grabbed one of its legs.


    The crackling sound was heard loud and clear. The creature tried to bite the energy whip, but Bulma had appeared near the dinosaur''s head before kicking straight into its jaw.


    "I feel fear coming over you, you''re not so brave anymore, are you?" asked Bulma with a smile on her face before she squeezed the whip in her hand.


    The energy fluctuated before the creature screamed in pain. A severed limb fell from the sea of clouds as the limb was cauterized quickly enough that no blood was spilled, all because children were present.


    "Mercy, Martial Artist, I promise not to attack you again," the dinosaur seemed to be used to saying these words, and even folded its two wings in prayer, though it soon fell from the sky for doing so.


    "You have a lot of ill will," Bulma said, shaking her head before clasping her hands together in a pose that startled the dinosaur.


    "How do you know this terrible technique?" the dinosaur shouted, trying to descend as quickly as possible to hide among the mountains and trees.


    It even zigzagged to avoid the future attack, but Bulma had trapped it with her Ki Sense as flashes of purple energy concentrated between her palms, forming a sphere that grew to the sound of her words.


    "Kame!" Bulma shouted, and the pulse of her energy spread throughout the world.


    Everyone who could sense Ki looked in that direction and felt the powerful force emanating from Bulma. Gohan, who was painting a landscape, smiled as he felt the familiarity in this Ki.


    "Looks like someone upset Bulma, who was the fool? Never mind, let''s keep painting. Come on, sweetheart, pose for me," Gohan said to a rather beautiful middle-aged mermaid who was posing for him on the beach of Kame House.


    "How about this pose?" the mermaid put her hands on her breasts covered by a shell bra, causing a drop of blood to fall from the old man''s nose.


    "Good!" the old man exclaimed before starting the scenery of those two large mountains swaying in front of him.


    ...


    "This is the girl Kami told me about? Powerful, no doubt," Karin said, looking at Bulma through an aquarium filled with water that allowed her to see the present of the entire Earth.


    "She seems to have mastered her energy quite well, although she has a lot to improve how she flies, if she decides to come up one day, I''ll know how to train her," the cat muttered as she waved her staff.


    ...


    "An energy peak? Hmm, I don''t know if it has anything to do with that guy, although it seems to be related to Capsule Corp. but messing with Doctor Brief is not a good idea, that guy has been getting weirder and weirder lately," Pilaf said curiously while looking at the notification that appeared on his screen.


    ...


    "This Ki? Chaoz, can you feel it? It''s like that time, but instead of feeling wild, it feels... peaceful, yet powerful at the same time," a three-eyed young man said to his little friend floating around him.


    "Here! There seem to be a lot of powerful people on Earth, do you think we will see these people at next year''s tournament?" asked Chaoz curiously, and Ten, his friend, nodded with excitement in his eyes.


    "I hope so, it would be good to exchange with them," said Ten, before he looked back at a large ruined spaceship.


    "Looks like we need to improve our burial," Ten Shinhan muttered, before going back to training.


    ...


    "Puar, I know I can''t feel it, but I can sense the girl with Goku from here," Yamcha said to his faithful friend, who flew around him worried.


    Yamcha had become serious while looking at the sky in a certain direction, something that worried Puar very much. But what he didn''t know was that this situation only made Yamcha more determined to change his current.


    "Puar, let''s look for a master, let''s look for... the Strongest Man in the World to train," Yamcha said with determination in his eyes.


    ...


    "Hame!" Bulma shouted the next word, the energy orb in her hand became quite concentrated and began to rotate before a certain characteristic sound came from such an action.


    "Has she mastered this terrible technique?" it wondered aloud when it heard Bulma''s scream, trying to speed up its movement.


    It was a rather powerful and old flying dinosaur, it ate wherever it wanted and only feared those particularly powerful martial artists, like a certain man who threw logs to get around or his older brother.


    But its greatest fear is and always will be that old man with a turtle shell on his back. One day it was flying through the seas, trying to taste the flesh of fish, maybe a mermaid or two, when it met that old man.


    When it simply dismissed him, because it seemed pointless to meet a decrepit old man, the guy suddenly puffed up and showed off his huge muscles before striking a pose and shouting those words.


    That was the day it decided not to go near any sea or ocean. Even though the old man intentionally missed, the spectacle caused by his energy beam was a psychological mark for the dinosaur. A mark that now seemed to reappear when it heard Bulma''s last word.


    "Ha!" the girl shouted before she thrust both of her hands at the dinosaur, unleashing a powerful beam of purple energy at it.


    "If we use numbers to measure her power level... it''s 500 power level!" said Goku, which made Chi-Chi quite excited.


    "I will reach that level one day!" the girl said longingly, but Goku shook his head beside her.


    "Chi-Chi, you see wrong, you must want to surpass this level, that''s what Bulma would want," Goku advised, making Chi-Chi blush.


    "Yes! I will surpass this number," Chi-Chi nodded, taking Goku''s words seriously.


    Bulma''s energy beam quickly hit the dinosaur''s body, burning it to ashes as the purple Ki shot through its body.


    Bulma''s Ki was especially hot when she attacked, which was why the process was so quick. Then Bulma controlled the beam to spin around and through the clouds, dissipating into the atmosphere.


    "How good it feels to unleash big attacks sometimes," Bulma said after a sigh.


    Bulma quickly returned to the plane and was greeted by several shocked looks from everyone present, even Goku, who already had a vague idea of her power.


    Bulma saw these faces and heard their words, something that made her feel comfortable, knowing that her power will continue to grow in time and that she will be able to effectively protect her own world.

 32: Bulma vs Arale.

    Piloted by Bulma, the airship approached a vast meadow with no prominent elevation around it, just pure grass, bushes, and the occasional tree. It was a peaceful and unspoiled place, and some curious animals watched the landing.


    It seemed that these animals had not had any contact with humans or technology for a long time, for without fear they approached curiously to observe the strange two-legged creatures that appeared before them.


    "These creatures... they''re strange, a Crystal Horned Deer? I never expected to see one alive and with its horns on its head," said Doctor Norimaki, and although his words were pleasant, there was a deep darkness behind them.


    "This place is unique, it is quite isolated from any trace of civilization and still contains many organisms that could be considered protected. The Capsule Corp. is making efforts to designate this place as a protected area," Bulma stowed the airship in her capsule before approaching the strange deer, who did not resist her touch and even licked her hand.


    "I know a little about these deer, many seek their horns for their healing properties, but they have driven them to near extinction, just like the Minotaur," Oolong said, receiving strange looks from his friends.


    "Hey! I''ve been expelled from the Transformation School, but I went to a normal school, you know? I have culture!" complained Oolong, but his anger quickly dissipated when he saw a blue slime approaching him.


    "Slime? Those things are really weird!" said Oolong in awe, bending down to pet the strange blue creature that kept jumping.


    "No doubt, a beautiful place," Midori Norimaki sighed, carrying her son, who waved his hand at a pink-winged butterfly that seemed to be playing with the little one.


    "Let''s try not to destroy this place, okay?" Bulma said to Arale, who nodded seriously before smiling broadly.


    "We''ll play later! There must be lots of fun little animals here," Arale was excited to see the animals scampering around, especially wanting to hug a cute little white-furred bunny with a little horn on its head.


    "Yes, let''s play," Bulma pulled herself away from the deer before she flew a bit to a place away from the group and Arale ran rather quickly to her place.


    On the side of the others, Goku and the others settled in and set up a rather hearty picnic. Everyone had a good place to watch the fight that was about to take place.


    "Who do you think will win?" Chi-Chi asked Goku, who quickly spoke his answer.


    "Bulma!" Goku shouted, but little Turbo Norimaki, who was hovering around his mother, spoke up.


    "Arale will win, she is the strongest!" there was a hint of pride in his childish tone of voice, but Goku wasn''t going to argue with a floating baby, he was too mature for that......


    "No! Bulma is stronger!" Maybe Goku wasn''t that mature yet, but his confidence in Bulma was quite high.


    "Well, Arale can do some... strange things, you know? Look!" Doctor Norimaki pointed out, making everyone pay more attention to the fight that had started.


    "You can fly and shoot beams out of your hands, that''s fun, but I can do something much better," Arale said in a jealous tone but soon left it behind to demonstrate her power.


    The little gynoid began to spin her right arm, creating a tornado that she comically threw at Bulma. The tornado had an angry face, with large fangs and furrowed eyebrows.


    ''Damn humoristic characters,'' Bulma complained before pointing her hand at the tornado.


    A ball of purple Ki erupted from her hand, flying quickly towards the colossal tornado and exploding in the middle of it. This shattered the tornado, but Arale had somehow appeared behind Bulma.


    "Nothing personal, Bulma," Arale''s small fist lightly struck Bulma''s lower back, causing a large sonic boom from the blue-haired girl''s body.


    A few dozen meters away, Bulma finally fell to the ground, bouncing on the grass before coming back up, her feet sliding along the ground, but she had to keep doing this for several more meters before she stopped.


    "See, I''m awesome," Arale jumped out of the dirt in front of Bulma, then dusted herself off and gave a big smile to Bulma, who regretted her eagerness to fight the girl in front of her.


    "You are, but now it''s my turn to hit you," Bulma clenched her fists before punching straight at Arale''s face, but Arale didn''t move, she just looked into Bulma''s eyes.


    "You''re just tickling me," Arale said mockingly, and although Bulma felt a little uncomfortable with that sentence, she kept her mind calm.


    Bulma began to slap Arale''s face with all her might, causing Arale to flinch a little, but there were no marks on her skin, and the girl only touched her cheeks before sticking her tongue out at Bulma.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Bulma flew towards Arale, her hands covered in purple ki, her energy seeming to condense into fighting gloves, and with this new attachment, her punches were more powerful when she struck.


    Bulma''s punches and kicks seemed to fall in the air, Arale resisted everything by just taking a few steps back, but there was no obvious damage to her body.


    Bulma used all the physical techniques she could, she even felt that the transitions of her techniques had become smoother, but Arale barely reacted.


    Then the little girl reacted, hitting Bulma roughly in the abdomen, and although she could see the attack because of how slow she was, for some reason she could not dodge it, as if it was inevitable that she would receive the blow.


    Her body flew away again, this time much farther. Then Arale ran up to Bulma and hit her with his head, knocking her hard to the ground. Although the gynoid''s blows were powerful, Bulma felt that she had suffered no real damage, but her clothes were now full of dust.


    "How about throwing beams from your hands?" asked Arale, who looked at Bulma with curiosity in her eyes.


    Bulma nodded before standing up. She then walked several feet away from Arale before looking at her palm. An aura of purple ki erupted from her body, the gloves she was wearing joining the energy that covered her body.


    This time, Bulma controlled all of her energy to shape it into something special in her hand, something that looked like a rather thin purple thread that was constantly twisting, as if the gentle breeze made it flutter.


    "That''s an idea I''ve been working on, but haven''t gotten around to testing it on anyone else," Bulma said before she controlled the thread in her hand, turning it into a thin needle.


    "Chaotic Needle!" the needle in Bulma''s hand disappeared from her hand and appeared almost instantly in Arale''s head, spinning intensely in her forehead before exploding with a thunderous roar.


    But the energy from the blast turned into a ball of intensely spinning spikes that shattered the ground beneath Arale, and all of the energy was harnessed in such an attack before diminishing at the end.


    Arale''s clothes were a bit torn, but otherwise, the little girl was in good shape. Arale simply stretched the torn sides of her clothes, gluing them together in a strange way as if they had never been torn.


    "That was a nice attack," Arale exclaimed before seeing that the ground beneath her was completely shattered, leaving only a small pillar for her to stand on.


    "You made a wreck," Arale said with some reproach, and Bulma touched the back of her neck, recalling her younger brother Goku''s classic gesture.


    "I can fix it," Bulma said before she closed her eyes for a moment and a breath of life burst from her being, causing many plants and flowers to grow around her.


    Crystal-clear water began to gush from the large hole, creating a pond that would be used as a water source by the surrounding animals in the future. Bulma looked quite tired after this, but her ''fight'' with Arale was not serious.


    She just wanted to test a few things, both her own and Arale''s. She could see firsthand what an abnormality the gynoid was, and she could also test how effective her power was against an overwhelmingly strong opponent.


    In the absence of real opponents, this was all she could do. Her master was strong, but she could try to hurt him with some dirty tricks if she set her mind to it, though the old man would always have superior power to hers, at least for now.


    "This is cooler than beams from hands!" Arale exclaimed excitedly when she saw her reflection in the water, and she even tasted it, finding it strangely the most delicious water she had ever tasted.


    "I think so, but Arale, can you use your full power?" asked Bulma, causing Arale to suddenly look at her before smiling at her.


    "You know you''ll never be able to match my strength, right? But I''ll show you something that you will be able to reach," Arale strangely kept a steady and calm tone this time, before jumping in front of Bulma and gently touching her side.


    "My power is too strong, you can''t reach it, but you can if you try hard, consider it my gift for being my new friend, okay?" Arale said before suddenly punching in the direction of the sun.


    Nothing very obvious happened, but Bulma felt that something... something very bad was about to happen. Then the sun seemed to be affected by something, for a moment, the whole Earth was illuminated, and all humans saw how it gave its last light.


    Before it exploded. There was no sound, but Bulma seemed to hear something like an explosion. The earth was plunged into darkness, but then Arale turned her hand and the sun reappeared.


    "Whew, lucky I had a light bulb," Arale said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, but Bulma paid no attention to her, just watching as the same old sun stood in front of her after its supposed explosion.


    "How will people react?" asked Bulma, and Arale started to laugh next to her.


    "They don''t need to know, but Bulma, I''m only responsible for Dr. Norimaki''s safety, I''m not interested in anything else, so don''t bring any trouble into our house, okay?" Arale said, causing Bulma to nod.


    Perhaps the most important thing about this supposed fight was not the performance of her technique or the subtle improvement of her martial arts or mental state, but the fact that she could understand why so many things happened in Dragon Ball and Arale did not act.


    Her greatest concern has always been and will always be Doctor Norimaki, her creator. No matter if Earth was conquered, destroyed, or simply wiped out by some God of Destruction, she would only protect Doctor Norimaki with her abilities, nothing more, nothing less.


    Fortunately, she had befriended Arale, not expecting to have to rely on her against the great threats this world would face, nor did she plan to bring her to the very likely Tournament of Power, because that was essentially none of Arale''s business.


    Bulma decided not to think about the actual abilities of a cartoon being, especially since when she returned to the rest of the group, they seemed unaware of the fact that the sun had exploded and then been recreated by Arale.


    The world had forgotten about it, except for Bulma and Arale. But knowing that she could gain that power and probably more, Bulma immediately broadened her horizons.


    Even though she knew the things that would be done in the future, to directly see a sample of the power that she could achieve with hard training was quite beneficial, she even felt that if she used her Chaotic Needle again, she could execute it in a better way to make it even more powerful.


    Bulma looked down at her palm, where a small needle of purple ki was spinning intensely as it hovered just inches from her skin. The color was much deeper and more compact, and the needle had shrunk considerably.


    It no longer had to go through the thread form, a significant improvement in its use. Bulma then released her energy, now she was going to enjoy a picnic, knowing that although she had undoubtedly lost this battle against Arale, she had gained many things in return.

 33: Partial Body Transformation.

    "Do you want Turbo to train in martial arts?" asked Doctor Norimaki with a strange expression on his face, he thought Bulma wanted him to teach her knowledge, not this strange request.


    A day had passed since Bulma had fought Arale, and now she was standing next to Doctor Norimaki in his laboratory. Bulma smiled self-deprecatingly as she saw the expression on Doctor Norimaki''s face and knew that she had to be much clearer with her words.


    "Yes, because Turbo has quite a lot of potential, but the training will not distract him from his normal learning or growth, I''m a good example of that," Bulma replied, pointing at herself with her thumb.


    "Is it necessary for him to learn how to fight? We have Arale," Norimaki pointed out with some concern in his eyes, and when Bulma felt his emotions, she could better understand the doctor''s attitude.


    It was obvious that he was worried. Although Doctor Norimaki was one of the greatest minds on this planet, he was an ordinary man with ordinary thoughts and worries.


    He was not like Pilaf, who was driven by his longing to be Emperor, or Doctor Brief, who wanted to constantly explore and innovate. Nor was he like Doctor Gero, who wanted to reach the limits of what ''life'' was and its true essence.


    Doctor Norimaki was a simple man who worried about the bills at the end of the month, about his wife''s little thoughts on a daily basis, and above all, he was a man who strove to be a good father.


    "I think I should explain things to you..." Then Bulma began to tell Doctor Norimaki all the things she knew and had recorded about this universe.


    About the martial artists, more information about the Ki, about Freezer, the Saiyans and general information about the environment of the Northern Galaxy. All this information allowed Doctor Norimaki to put things into perspective, although some of what Bulma told him interested him more than the rest of what he learned.


    "So Goku is a real alien?" Doctor Norimaki''s eyes flashed with intense curiosity, causing Bulma to pause for a moment before nodding.


    "But don''t test him, he''s a person like you and me, respect his personal space," Bulma said, causing Norimaki to nod.


    "Sure, every life is important, except the one we eat, but that''s a topic I won''t go into now... on the other hand, I kind of understand why you want Turbo to practice martial arts," Norimaki said calmly.


    He wasn''t worried about the dangers, why? Because when it came to fighting or something like that, Arale was undoubtedly the strongest. Of course, the Doctor was not aware of the fact that Arale would only act in the worst case, but the prospect of his son growing up strong cleared the doubts from his mind.


    Especially since who knew if those aliens who had healed his son and helped him awaken his psychic powers would come back to get rid of him or kidnap him for study, he wanted his son to be able to fend for himself.


    "So, what do you think?" Bulma finally asked, causing Doctor Norimaki to fall silent and put his hand to his chin as he thought.


    "Can you promise me that he''ll be okay?" asked Norimaki, causing Bulma to nod excitedly.


    "Yes! He doesn''t have to fight if he doesn''t want to, but it wouldn''t be good to waste his strength. I will not send an inexperienced infant to the battlefield," Bulma said the words solemnly, because it was something she would stick to.


    Unlike Goku or Chi-Chi, who could be said to be built differently, Bulma did not want to put other youngsters in danger, especially if they had nothing to do with it.


    Bulma still remembers Gohan, at least his younger, more childish version. The little boy was basically dragged into a fate of constant fighting that should not have touched him, he was not like Goku, in fact it was made very clear that the canonical Gohan is someone who hates fighting.


    Gohan was perhaps one of the most latently talented humans in Universe 7, even if we forget that he was a hybrid, the guy was a freak of nature, but maybe to balance things out, he was born with a rather mild personality.


    That''s why Bulma had in mind that if Goku''s future children were like in the canon, she would avoid involving them in fights they don''t want to be involved in, unless of course, they want to, when they are mentally mature enough to decide.


    The same would apply to Turbo Norimaki, another human genius. I wanted him to train so that he would not have to fight enemies who would surely be much, much stronger than him in the future, I would never put such a heavy responsibility on a child.


    But as a martial artist, he wanted to see how far young Turbo could go, maybe he wouldn''t have to be a 100% fighter like the Gohan that appeared in Dragon Ball Super, a human dedicated to technology and science was fine too.


    Besides, an assistant in this environment would come in handy for Bulma, who knows, maybe Turbo''s obvious technopathic abilities would be quite useful in the future, but it will be a long time before that happens. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Hearing the sincerity in Bulma''s words, Norimaki nodded before imagining the future prospects of having a super powerful son, could Turbo use his future power to create amazing machines like him?


    The idea excited him a lot! Especially since he was very interested in the subject of ''Ki'', such a strange energy, but it''s in everything that has life, and even in what doesn''t, it was quite intriguing.


    Doctor Norimaki then went into his scientific mode and started to ask Bulma many things about Ki, the strange projects the young girl had regarding different fruits enhanced with energy, etc.


    Science in Dr. Norimaki''s eyes was not as ''rigorous'' as one might expect, for him, science was a way to express his ideas in creations that could change his thoughts.


    Perhaps this was the true power of Dr. Norimaki. For example, if he wanted to create a button that would automatically make muffins, even if he had no way to start researching something like that, he would eventually come up with a machine that would do exactly the same thing.


    Bulma didn''t bother to learn this way of doing things, she already had her own scientific ''path'' so to speak, but she was able to take many clues from Dr. Norimaki''s creations to improve her own.


    For example, it was time to upgrade her weapon, and although she did not let Doctor Norimaki touch the weapon, the things he pointed out to her, as well as what Bulma was able to learn through observation, allowed her to improve the object.


    Oddly enough, when she upgraded the weapon, she felt that it was connected to her in a different way than before, it now seemed like an... extension of herself, so to speak.


    ...


    In Dr. Norimaki''s lab, Bulma and her group were hanging out, well, Goku was a little angry that Chi-Chi had taken something from him, while Oolong was boredly looking at some of the machines that Norimaki had created.


    Bulma looked at the palm of her left hand before she took a deep breath. The skin on her hand seemed to writhe and beads of sweat fell from Bulma''s forehead from the effort, but soon her flesh twisted until the silver barrel of her large revolver emerged from her limb.


    "Bulma, why is a gun coming out of your hand?" asked Goku, who had food residue on his cheeks.


    The boy had become addicted to the muffins from the machine that could create them with a single button. When he wasn''t training, playing, or guiding Turbo Norimaki in his initial meditation training, he was eating muffins.


    "I don''t know, but it allowed me to see a bit more of the flesh transformation, it felt....strange," Bulma raised her index finger in front of her, which began to twist a bit, stretching and turning into something like a claw before returning to its original form.


    "I felt that your energy was being used up quickly," said Chi-Chi, who looked curiously at the changes Bulma''s limb was undergoing.


    "It uses a lot of ki and exhausts the mind, the only thing relatively easier is to store my weapon in my body, but even then it''s slow to emerge," Bulma said resignedly, but her blue eyes shone brightly.


    "Wait Bulma, will you be able to transform your flesh into whatever you want?" Oolong asked intrigued, some strange ideas popped into his head, but he didn''t let them in now.


    "No, I can''t do whatever I want with my body, it''s more of a transformation towards something more inherent to my abilities, but I can achieve a partial transformation of some areas, at least that''s my understanding.


    Too bad that doesn''t mean that I can completely imitate something or someone like you, although studying your transformation technique has helped me a bit," Bulma said in response, though at that moment, perhaps fortunately or unfortunately, she did not feel Oolong''s emotions.


    "Bulma... do you understand the potential of this?" Oolong said seriously, causing Bulma to tilt her head slightly, not knowing what the boy was referring to.


    "I only know that in time, I will be able to transform into something else, something like Goku, but it will be difficult to reach that form, if anything, during the process of reaching that point, I will be able to create a large biological cannon in my arm in the future," Bulma said after thinking for a moment, but Oolong''s eyes shone with wisdom, at least what he wanted, which was wisdom.


    "Bulma, do you plan to have a mate in the future?" Oolong''s question was a bit abrupt and had little to do with the topic, but it caught the attention of the young people present, even Arale, who had just arrived at the lab, looked at Bulma eagerly to know the gossip.


    "Are you my mother? But... I guess that''s a good question. I''ve never thought about it, you know, but if I had to choose who to date, I hope it would be a pretty girl," Bulma''s words might be scandalous elsewhere, but among friends, many already had that suspicion, especially Goku.


    "That''s why you were reading Grandpa''s magazines!" pointed out Goku, who had an innocent smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed like a fox, indicating cunning.


    "Brat!" Bulma pointed her gun at Goku, her face completely red and her whole body radiating embarrassment.


    "Waaa! Bulma likes pretty girls, I know some, want me to introduce you?" asked Arale, who somehow came out behind Bulma, but the teenager shook her head before integrating her weapon into her body.


    "No thanks, my mother already bothers me too much by introducing me to boys and girls at home, I don''t want you to do it too," Bulma replied awkwardly.


    Bikini had been a headache for the teenager, who since turning 16 had attracted all the firepower of her mother, who was interested in her youngest daughter''s love life.


    Tights didn''t worry Bikini too much, the older daughter had already had boyfriends, some of them aliens, and even if their relationships failed, at least it was something.


    Bulma was the odd one, not showing too much fascination for boys or girls, Bikini thought her daughter might be asexual until they had the blissful talk.


    Since that day, Bikini even started actively looking for possible ''companions'' for her daughter, which was one of the reasons why Bulma decided to go on an adventure, hoping that her mother would calm down a bit.


    In between the young people''s dialogues, no one noticed that Oolong started to write something in a notebook, while his emotions could not be contained and a sinister smile appeared on his face.


    ''Madam Bikini will pay dearly for this information. Maybe she won''t have to adopt grandchildren if Bulma can partially change her body, with her wisdom, she will come to the most obvious conclusion... because if you could, who wouldn''t give themselves a huge...? Stop, don''t think about it, Bulma will realize that you have obscene ideas.


    I just hope Bulma doesn''t find out that I''m literally selling information to her mother,'' Oolong thought before waiting for the evening, a time when Bulma had a video call with her family, there he could take the opportunity to send his notes.


    ''I still have to find out what kind of woman Bulma likes and everything will be better, I hope she''s a woman with culture,'' Oolong thought before he put the notebook away quietly and joined the conversation of his friends.

 34: Kakarot and carrots.

    "Hey, are we going to move our business to this island? It''s not a desert, but it''s isolated and..." said a man wearing a dark uniform, a gun in his hand, and most notably, a black rabbit ear ornament on his head.


    "Shut up! If the boss hears you, you know..." said another man in the same outfit, causing his partner to remain silent and look around, hoping not to see his boss nearby.


    "Phew, thanks for that. But I guess the boss has his reasons. Although it might have something to do with that Yamcha guy, he suddenly started beating up all the members of the desert underworld, what could have happened to him?" the first man said, and the second just shook his head.


    "Don''t worry about it. Luckily, we were able to get out of there before we met him. Did you see how he left those guys? They don''t have a good bone in their bodies!" the second man replied, trying to clear his mind of the horrible images he had seen that day.


    For several days, the ''Desert Bandit'' Yamcha had been on a strange crusade against everyone in the desert, beating them to near death. Worse yet, his image had begun to change from that of a petty thief to a ''hero'' celebrated by the people.


    The fact is that Yamcha had some new ideas about martial arts and didn''t know who to find, although he wanted to look for Muten Roshi to teach him formally, he decided to take advantage of nature''s gift when a gang in the desert tried to attack him in masse with guns and a trap using ''a beautiful woman''.


    Yamcha did not react too much at the sight of the woman, although he was scared and nervous, he was not paralyzed, so he was able to defend himself from the ambush, crushing his attackers with his excessive strength.


    Then he began to travel, taking the opportunity to test his new ideas of attacking anyone he saw committing any kind of criminal act, doing good deeds in the process, albeit unconsciously.


    So this strange duo of men and their boss decided to go to other environments to ''expand'' the business, although it was a full-fledged escape. The two men found themselves on this strange island, Penguin Island, although it is called Gengoro Island, who would teach geography to criminals like them?


    "Let''s find what we need, a place to settle, check what goods can be acquired, etc., we have a lot to do," said the second man, who seemed to have much more brains than the first.


    Soon they were walking through the outskirts of the so-called Penguin Village, but before they arrived, they heard a loud explosion in the distance. The two men looked at each other and decided they needed to find out what had happened.


    Was there another gang here? Or was it a tragic accident? They had to check and find out because since it sounded like an explosion, they didn''t want the whole village to burn!


    So the two men went to investigate and came across a rather... strange situation. There was a group of people who seemed to be testing some strange machines, in this group there were strange figures, a baby that kept floating, a child with a tail, and a pig child.


    "Phew, that machine failed because of a stupid thing, I didn''t put the last screw on it," a soot-covered man said embarrassedly in a comical way, and the two men quickly understood that he was the cause of the explosion.


    "Doctor, even though you are so capable of creating so many interesting things, I am still amazed at the... eccentricity of the ways and circumstances in which you do them," said a female figure with bright blue hair.


    "Hey, that girl is beautiful..." the first man said but was soon unable to do so when a small white hand suddenly grabbed him by the collar.


    "Who are you?" asked Chi-Chi cautiously, looking at the two strange rabbit-eared men.


    "Hey, girl, drop it!" the second man said, pointing his gun at Chi-Chi, who just smiled at him.


    "Don''t threaten Chi-Chi!" a red staff fell from the sky, hitting the second man''s hand and making a clear cracking sound.


    "Holy shit, what was that, he broke my hand!" the second man complained, his resilience keeping him from screaming in pain, but the tears streaming down his cheeks showed the great pain he was feeling at the moment.


    "Welcome to my world," Oolong said, touching his head with some fear in his tone, he still remembered the pain of that day, and the sound of breaking bones brought him back to that painful moment.


    "Why are they wearing bunny outfits, are they otaku?" Arale asked suddenly, causing Bulma to pat her head.


    Why did she put the Internet in this remote place? Being a robot, Arale could quickly connect to this worldwide network, which allowed her to find strange things in it, like a lot of vocabulary, as well as strange expressions, and being a youngster, she couldn''t resist using those terms arbitrarily, even without knowing their meaning. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    "What, no! We are the ''Rabbits'' and we follow our great and powerful boss, Monster Carrot!" said the first man, whom Chi-Chi let go slightly so that he could speak.


    This man tried to use the name of their group and their leader but only received strange looks from the whole group, while something clicked in Bulma''s mind, who paid more attention to the strange style of these guys.


    ''By Kami-Sama, this is a gift from heaven! With this, I can try to learn the basics of magic, if that rabbit uses magic, I just have to catch it,'' Bulma thought, looking at the two men in front of her quite excitedly.


    "Chi-Chi, Goku, knock these guys out, and let''s wait for their so-called boss to come," Bulma said, making her two companions grin evilly as they looked at the two poor henchmen who had no idea what they were in for.


    "Oh no, here he comes again," Oolong wisely covered his eyes as he turned around, not wanting to see them beating those guys up.


    The screams of pain from these two men seemed to echo throughout Penguin Village that day.


    ...


    "Those lazy bastards didn''t call me!" someone shouted, the figure of a large rabbit dressed in traditional clothing getting out of his brand-new car ... shaped like a rabbit.


    The rabbit adjusted the black goggles on his eyes and looked around as if he could pick up some trace of his henchmen, but nothing. For the moment, he regretted that he hadn''t trained the rest of the magic in his grimoire, settling for a few skills that suited him quite well.


    "It''s like they say, it''s better to do it yourself than let others do it for you. But you''ll see those two fools, if I see them, I''ll turn them into carrots and eat them, HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he, Monster Carrot, started to laugh before he was interrupted by the voice of one of his men, but he quickly realized that it was coming from his communicator.


    "Boss... we''ve been beaten and held captive in the forest outside Penguin Village, please help us!" the voice of the first man, the dumber henchman of the two, was heard, taking away Monster Carrot''s good mood.


    "Fool, fool, fool! Wait a minute!" complained Monster Carrot, before running off into the forest with great leaps.


    He had a vague sense of direction on this island due to the maps, so he quickly found the aforementioned forest and noticed very obvious tracks along the way, making it easy for him to reach the clearing where his men were being held.


    He saw his men tied up, but something was wrong with them. They were bloated, but not from eating too much, but from beatings, it was obvious they had been beaten from the bruises on their bodies or the obvious broken bone marks.


    "It seems you youngsters are ruthless," Monster Carrot said calmly, even stroking his chin with interest.


    ''After threatening them, I can make them part of my gang, that level of brutality would be good for charging protection fees,'' the big rabbit thought, quickly focusing his attention on the most vulnerable in his experience.


    The blue-haired girl.


    It was obvious that she was the most vulnerable of the group, with those weak hands that looked like they hadn''t put in much effort. For as a mage, albeit a fourth-rate one, he had some martial training, that and his experience in the underworld.


    He could see the training marks on the hands of the pig boy and the girl next to him, and he also noticed the emotions the girl had towards the first boy. The pig boy seemed to look at him with mockery, which he didn''t like.


    He didn''t approach the grown man carrying a baby, someone like that couldn''t meet his requirements at the moment. While the strange girl with glasses who smiled at him was too giggly, she might refuse the request he was about to make.


    "Hey young lady, can I have your hand? It''s polite when you meet someone," Monster Carrot jumped towards Bulma, falling in front of her and offering her his small hand with a ''normal'' smile on his face.


    "No thanks, I don''t want to be turned into a carrot," Bulma''s answer made Monster Carrot tense up, but he quickly calmed down.


    It was not easy to find out his ability from a quick interrogation of his henchmen, which they must have done. Then the rabbit clasped his hands behind his back and looked condescendingly at everyone present.


    "Ah, you don''t know what you''re up against, do you? Believe it or not, I''m a powerful wizard, you don''t want to fall under my spell," Monster Rabbit explained, but he noticed that the people didn''t seem to be incredulous or surprised by his statement, they just looked at him with... pity.


    Except for Bulma, who seemed to have stars in her eyes as she watched the big rabbit strut around, even approaching his minions to free them.


    "Are you a wizard?" asked Bulma, causing the rabbit to turn his attention to her before nodding.


    "I am, scared?" the rabbit asked, not seeing that a large red stick was headed straight for his head.


    The last thing Monster Carrot heard before he felt a terrible pain in his head and slipped into unconsciousness was a young man''s sigh of regret, along with the words, "I hope it doesn''t crackle too much this time when it hits," whatever those words meant.


    When Monster Carrot awoke, his closed eyes seemed to burn and his head was killing him. As he tried to bring his hands to his temples to massage them, he noticed something crucial.


    He could not move. His arms, legs, and even his head seemed to be immobilized. How had he gotten into this state? The pain in his head prevented him from thinking clearly, but he knew it was not supposed to be like this.


    "Bulma, will you be able to make carrots when you learn magic?" Monster Carrot heard the voice of a teenager, and the word ''carrot'' seemed to be a switch that brought back his memories.


    He had been captured by the group that had beaten his men! That made him angry, and when he opened his eyes, he squinted to avoid the harsh white light shining on his face, but he could tell that he was sitting in a chair.


    "Yeah, isn''t that funny? Your name means carrots," Bulma said, holding back her laughter.


    "Come to think of it, it''s true, could I learn this carrot magic?" Goku easily connected things and asked such a question.


    "Who knows, magic is something mysterious to me, maybe because of your name you have more talent in such things," Bulma replied.


    "Does that mean the magic you learn will have to do with panties?" asked Oolong out of nowhere, plunging the whole place into such an awkward silence that even Monster Carrot closed his eyes again, unable to contain the embarrassment of the others.


    "I went a little overboard, but you have to admit it''s a good joke," Oolong said before the sound of a palm hitting skin could be heard, Bulma smacked Oolong''s head angrily.

 35: Finally, Magic!

    "Well, now that you''re awake and I''ve solved the pink problem from a few minutes ago, let''s get down to business," Bulma said, wiping her hands with a handkerchief.


    Monster Carrot looked at Bulma with a small grin, then looked around, noticing how rustic the place was, he was probably in a basement or some abandoned place.


    "You seem to want something from me, my business? My contacts? The areas where I operate? Or as the kid with the tail said, my magic?" the rabbit began to ask with a confident tone.


    He was a gangster, no, a mobster, although he gave himself that title, and in reality, it was his group, it was just him and two henchmen, he had gained a certain reputation because of his magical abilities, especially the one to turn living creatures into carrots.


    He had been ambushed and captured many times, but his magical ability was not only that of turning living creatures into delicious carrots. No, he had another spell, he just had to wait until his head stopped hurting before he cast it.


    "Let''s get to know each other a little better, Mr. Rabbit," Bulma replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down in front of Monster Carrot, looking him straight in the eye.


    "I''m curious, how is someone with your skills a small-time criminal?" Bulma''s question seemed to push a certain button inside Monster Carrot, who was visibly angry at this point.


    "Small time? I am the great Monster Carrot! Godfather of the ''Rabbit'' family! And great gangster of the desert!" Monster Carrot shouted, causing Bulma to raise an eyebrow, but the sound of restrained laughter came from behind.


    "Hahahahahaha! A crime family of three!" Oolong burst out laughing as he realized that it was useless to try to keep from laughing.


    That rabbit was too funny! Oolong wiped away the tears that fell from his eyes from laughing so hard. When he calmed down, he noticed that everyone in the place was staring at him, causing him to lower his head in embarrassment.


    "Yeah... well, I don''t care about what you are, what you do, or what you have. I''m only interested in one thing about you, you should know that by now," Bulma said, pulling her body a little closer to the big rabbit''s face.


    "You said you were a wizard, that you could cast spells," Bulma finally said the key point as to why all this had happened, and the rabbit''s eyes widened in surprise as it finally dawned on him.


    It was obvious that this young woman had no fear for his identity or what he represented, she only cared about the fact that he could do magic, nothing more, nothing less.


    Earlier, he had thought that she was only mildly interested in his ability, but seeing the unbridled desire in the blue eyes of the young girl before him, he could tell that it was because of that desire that he was imprisoned here.


    In his boast, he had mentioned his most important ability, it wasn''t the fact that he could turn others into carrots, but the fact that he had access to the power of magic, and just as the blue-haired girl received confirmation from him, he fell unconscious.


    "You are... the first person to notice this detail and decide to act on it," Monster Carrot''s expression became visibly grim, knowing that she was in a rather delicate situation at the moment.


    "Do you want my magic? Do you just want my magic to make pantyhose and vegetables?" the rabbit asked, and although his questions might have seemed silly or teasing, the seriousness on Monster Carrot''s face did not disappear.


    "Uh... no, not for pantyhose or vegetables," Bulma replied, looking angrily at Oolong, who shrugged his shoulders in fear.


    "What do you think magic is?" asked Monster Carrot finally, his mind now clear enough to cast a spell that would surely free him, but he wanted to know exactly what this young girl thought about magic.


    "Simply put, magic is the ability to use your energy to create certain phenomena," Bulma said what she thought was magic, causing Monster Carrot to shake his head visibly.


    "NO! Magic... even though I''m a joke of a wizard, I can see that your view of magic is too structured, too scientific. You don''t take into account that although magic is generally based on energy, it''s not what it can do, but what you think it can do," Monster Carrot replied before his hands glowed orange.


    "Especially this spell! Materialization!" the rabbit shouted, creating a classic cannon in front of him, with the fuse already lit.


    "Die!" he shouted, and the cannon went off, but Bulma just raised her hand.


    The iron ball hit Bulma''s hand and she barely had to bend her limb, the girl looking rather bored by this development. Bulma pressed both of her hands into the metal ball, and in front of Monster Carrot''s astonished eyes, the cannonball was crushed into a thin disc. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    "How!? I don''t see any martial arts training in you!" said Monster Carrot with some despair, doubting his experience in judging people.


    "I take too much care of myself, my mother doesn''t want me to be full of muscles, she says it would ruin my image and leave me single," Bulma answered truthfully before putting the metal in her hand aside and looking intently at the cannon in front of her.


    "Fascinating, I thought you were only into turning others into carrots, at least you''re not a complete joke and you''ve only increased my interest in magic," Bulma said, never thinking that Monster Carrot would resemble a videogame version of him that could also use this particular spell.


    "I don''t care about the vision or that it''s magic, it''s not like I''m going to get into it much, I''m like you say, too ''scientific'' for the weirdness of magic, though maybe..." Bulma continued, looking at her three friends, if there was anyone who could become remarkable in magic, it was among them.


    But for now, she ruled out Goku, even though it would be fun to see him create carrots for fun, Goku probably wouldn''t benefit from being a wizard, he liked to fight more directly.


    Oolong''s ability to transform was surprisingly not magic, but rather an application of psychic powers derived from Ki, so it could be said that his talent was more related to that area than to magic per se.


    Then there was Chi-Chi, maybe she had the talent and inclination to become a witch, after all, what Bulma wanted to learn most was Magical Materialization and not to delve too much into the magical aspect.


    She had the pure Ki and affinity to nature that she possessed, why add another great branch of study? Her desire to learn Magical Materialization was to broaden her horizons, and it also had something to do with her ability to ''create'' natural resources from which she wanted to draw inspiration.


    "So you want me to teach you magic? No way, I would never let a person like you learn magic! First, you knock me out, and then you keep me tied up here, how do you think...?"  Monster Carrot suddenly fell silent and stared in awe at the orb of Ki floating in Bulma''s hand.


    Although he couldn''t feel the energy, he knew it was because Ki was also the fuel for his spells and his ability to turn others into carrots.


    Only experienced artists, usually older ones, could do what Bulma was doing, which made the Monster Carrot sweat. Had he met a hidden master?


    No, she looked too young, and she looked like a teenager if you paid attention to her words, so .... Did she have a powerful master? Only a great master could train a young girl like Bulma.


    Then he watched as Bulma controlled the Ki Ball, unusually slowly for a martial artist, but very vividly for Monster Carrot. He watched as the energy twisted into a small dagger that floated in Bulma''s palm.


    "I just want access to the great path of magic, why do you refuse? You see, I learned from a friend who works in law enforcement that some criminals resist interrogation, so sometimes certain means are used.


    So he told me in detail what kind of things they do to those criminals to get some important information out of them. You are a criminal, right? Would you like to try some of these methods?" Bulma gave Monster Carrot a crazed and excited look.


    She brought her Ki Dagger close to the rabbit''s face, cutting off some of his hair due to the sharpness of the weapon. Monster Carrot shuddered as several strands of her very manicured white hair fell to the ground.


    "Okay! I''ll give you what you want, just let me go!" Monster Carrot was scared, he saw the madness in those eyes and he did not want to fall victim to a madman, but he soon realized that he had been tricked when Bulma suddenly burst out laughing along with the rest of the young people present.


    "Hahahahahaha! You already promised, wow, I never thought someone would fall for that trick," Goku remarked, his tail wagging constantly as he clutched his stomach from laughing.


    "Bulma''s not much of an actress, but it looks like Mr. Rabbit still hasn''t recovered from that blow to the head," Chi-Chi said, covering her mouth with one hand to hide her smile.


    "Ah, probably, though there was no crunch this time," Oolong said, touching his head as a chill ran down his spine, he didn''t want to experience that feeling again.


    "You tricked me!" the rabbit shouted, but the others ignored him for a while until Bulma stopped before looking at Monster Carrot.


    "Yes, I''m not a crazy psycho, although the story I told you is real, I have a friend in law enforcement, but the torture thing is fake," Bulma used the energy dagger to cut the objects that held the rabbit captive.


    "But if you try to hurt anyone, run away, or avoid keeping your promise, I''ll cut you," Bulma pointed the ki dagger at Monster Carrot, scaring the rabbit.


    "Fine, fine, you better learn on your own," Monster Carrot said before pulling a carrot out of his pocket.


    Bulma had searched it earlier and found no weapons except some carrots, so she left it alone. Then the carrot exploded into smoke, revealing a thick book in Monster Carrot''s hands.


    "Aren''t you only supposed to be able to turn people into carrots?" asked Chi-Chi, and a mischievous grin broke out on Monster Carrot''s face.


    "Girl, you don''t know what a ''person'' can be," Monster Carrot said ominously, causing the atmosphere to become eerie.


    "Chi-Chi... this book has life breath," Goku pointed out, causing Chi-Chi to focus his Ki sense on the book and realize that there was indeed a pulse of life in it.


    "I don''t know who it is, it''s been asleep since I stole it from my master... but I can tell it has ''life'' and it can fall under my carrot transformation spell," Monster Carrot said, reluctantly handing the book to Bulma.


    "Now let me go, I will never come back to this place, no, your little territory, I will stay away from your territory," said Monster Carrot, not noticing the big red stick that fell back on his head.


    "Now, as we planned, I''ll send him to the moon," Goku said, grabbing the unconscious Monster Rabbit by the neck.


    "I don''t know why you want to send him to the moon," Oolong complained, and Goku gave him a vague smile before replying.


    "There are stories that say there is a rabbit on the moon, and even though I know that''s not true, wouldn''t it be nice to make those stories true?" Goku''s words made Oolong look at the poor monster carrot with pity.


    "Well, I would also like to make it true that there is a rabbit on the moon," Oolong finally said, sealing Monster Carrot''s fate.


    "How whimsical," muttered Bulma, who had already noticed this detail, but Goku was quite whimsical sometimes.


    She just hoped that he wouldn''t be like that at important times, but knowing him, he probably would be, because capriciousness was something that defined Goku as a person.

 36: About Ki, Magic, and Psychic powers.

    "Ah... this book doesn''t do anything, is it alive?" wondered Goku, who kept poking at the book in Bulma''s hands with his wand, but when he saw that the book didn''t react, he got bored.


    "It doesn''t react! Maybe it''s just hungry, but it doesn''t have a mouth to feed it," Arale had brought an apple near the book, but it just stood still, boring Arale with her attempts to feed it.


    "Surely it knows magic? I only see scribbles," said Doctor Norimaki, who had looked at the book but saw strange glyphs with no specific meaning.


    "It seems that the book is used to test someone''s talent if you don''t understand its words, you have no talent, I would like to know how it does that," said Bulma, who could read those strange words, and on the first page was a sentence that made Bulma smile.


    "''Don''t get lost in the power of magic'', what a... strange sentence, but yes, magic is always presented as a source of trouble in these stories," Bulma murmured and turned the page.


    As strange as it might seem, the feel of the page felt like another person''s skin, she could even feel a slight ''heartbeat'' coming from the book itself, indicating that it was indeed a living creature that had fallen into a dream for some reason.


    "Will it be dangerous to learn magic?" asked Oolong, paying attention to Bulma''s words.


    "I don''t think so, but you always have to be careful with the mysterious aspects of things. You know, maybe learning magic has its risks, just like ki training or developing psychic powers," Bulma replied to Oolong, but that only made the people around them more curious.


    "It seems kind of boring," Arale said, making Oolong nod next to her.


    "That''s why my teachers had so many warnings in class..." Oolong started to think about some things from his past in class.


    "Are there risks in training Ki? But I feel good," Goku said, wagging his tail like a little cat.


    "The injuries, the damage you can take when training a technique or fighting other people, that would be the risks, I guess that would be it, right?" explained Chi-Chi, making Goku understand and nod.


    "I guess so, Grandpa always tells me to be careful, but I can learn all the techniques easily, so I never fully understood his words," Goku replied, not knowing that his words might be considered arrogant by others.


    But in reality, he was sincere. Goku was a genius at learning new techniques, probably coming from a race based on fighting and conquering had influenced him a lot in that aspect.


    In the future, Goku was even able to partially replicate the Hakai without having to go through the training to develop the energy of the Gods of Destruction, perhaps that was just a taste of what would later be the pinnacle of his talent, the Ultra Instinct.


    "Ki training is dangerous if you don''t have good guidance, or if you do a technique that consumes a lot of energy, or if your body can''t withstand the strain of a technique.


    There are also training that can go wrong or fights that can ruin you unless you have resources to recover, which we do," Bulma added because although she was interested in studying the book in her hands, she was paying attention to the dialog around her.


    "Wait, do psychic powers have risks? Wouldn''t it be bad for my son to have them?" asked Doctor Norimaki with some concern, but Bulma shook her head.


    "Turbo is right, the risks of psychic powers come from excessive curiosity and mental aspects. Psychics, if they train certain aspects, can get out of control if they grow up without restraint or education, but your son is fine," Bulma explained, reassuring Doctor Norimaki.


    He may be an eccentric scientist, but he is a man who cares about his family, so he takes care of his son''s education and gives him a warm home to grow up in, so he has no more worries.


    "What kind of things could a psychic do out of control?" asked Oolong, a little scared because his technique was of the psychic type in a way.


    "The influence of the mind on psychic powers is vital, a damaged or broken mind can cause a psychic to perform erratic, unethical, immoral, and outright illegal acts.


    A telepath might become obsessed with reading minds, and in doing so might blur his or her own identity or accelerate the growth of darkness in his or her heart. Since emotions are part of psychic power, these dark desires would only make them stronger by giving them a false idea.


    Madness, insanity, and evil can make a psychic reach a very high power, to the point... of being able to warp reality, but it never ends well," Bulma said this knowledge, not because she made it up, but because there were ancient records of this very thing in the past, in addition to Galaxy Patrol reports. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    In Earth''s past, there had been some dangerous people who had a lot of potential to channel their energy into psychic power, and due to lack of control, trauma, or various events, they ended up being dangerous people.


    But they didn''t last long... because they were consumed by their unbridled power. This made Bulma think of a certain great villain with psychic abilities, Freezer.


    Freezer was probably aware of his inherent evil and decided not to explore his mental powers too much because the same story had happened many, many times in the universe.


    Many people with inadequate minds, but quite high talents in psychic powers, indulged in evil in their hearts and corruption of their thoughts, wreaking havoc in the Northern Galaxy.


    The same could be said of magic, but it seemed that neither on Earth nor in the universe were there many people who abused magic, and those who did were terrible people, such as Moro, Bibidi, and his son, Babidi.


    While on Earth, only in the distant past had the typical ''evil wizard'' appeared, presumably defeated by a dragon, and knowing that if there were ''dragons'' on Earth, it had a certain ring of truth to it, though that story had to be taken with a grain of salt.


    "What are the dangers of learning magic? That''s what the book was supposed to tell, right?" Goku asked, and Bulma nodded before telling him what she had read.


    "Magic... I suppose if psychic power is for the mind, ki for the body, magic touches something more mysterious, the soul. If you use inappropriate magic for which you have no training or talent, your soul can be corrupted or injured.


    Even this can affect your body and mind, causing physical deformities and psychological disorders. Still, magic is quite interesting, it is a microscopic application of ki, while psychic power is a macroscopic application of ki.


    Well, that was my idea before, but there is much more to it. If there is one clear difference, it is that magic relies heavily on the ''mysterious'' to unleash its abilities.


    Psychic power relies on cognition and Ki relies on your own body," Bulma closed the book and stopped reading as she touched the bridge of her nose with one hand.


    "Practicing magic is much more time-consuming and boring than Ki, maybe that''s why there aren''t that many mages, very few have enough patience or will," Bulma said, handing the book to Chi-Chi.


    "See if you can read the words," Bulma hinted, making Chi-Chi curious, so she opened the book.


    "Yes, I can understand!" the young girl said, and Goku approached her, but when she saw the mess of words in the book, she tactfully backed away.


    "I don''t understand anything," Goku shook his shoulders when he saw the strange look Oolong had given him.


    "Let me try" Oolong stepped closer to look, but he could only make out a few words before he got bored because even if he could read them, he couldn''t understand them.


    "I can''t understand anything, how boring," said Arale, who had also tried, but Bulma hesitated a little when she heard those words.


    "Robots can''t do magic, Arale," Doctor Norimaki said, and Arale nodded when he heard that.


    "I guess so... too bad," the little robot pouted, but soon perked up when she saw what had happened to Chi-Chi''s hand.


    ''I''m not surprised if we just use my past life knowledge, the character Chi-Chi is based on was an ''immortal'', and even though this is the real world, maybe it''s a case of resonance with her other selves in the Omniverse,'' Bulma thought as she saw Chi-Chi reading the book faster and faster and then unleashing a spell.


    Yes, a real spell. A small flame appeared in her hand.  Although the fire didn''t burn for long, it was a demonstration of Chi-Chi''s extraordinary talent with magic, just as Bulma had suspected.


    "Don''t try the spells, you read the contraindications, I don''t have anything that can heal souls yet," Bulma scolded, causing Chi-Chi to nod before closing the book.


    "I''m sorry... but I felt like I could just do it," Chi-Chi said with some embarrassment, but a hand touched her shoulder and shook her body.


    "That was great, Chi-Chi! But be more careful," Goku said, not knowing what his words might trigger.


    Chi-Chi lowered her head, her body shaking a little as her head began to smoke, but Goku didn''t understand why his friend had become like that, so he touched her forehead, worried.


    "Are you okay, did the magic affect you, are you sick?" asked Goku worriedly, but Oolong''s laughter made Goku turn his eyes to the young pig.


    "Goku, Chi-Chi just..." A ball of Ki was thrown at Oolong, but he transformed into a small sparrow and dodged the attack.


    "I''m fine, Goku," Chi-Chi said after lowering the hand that had attacked Oolong.


    "Good... that''s good," Goku nodded, sighing in relief.


    "Young people grow up so fast," Doctor Norimaki said as if he were an old man who had known Goku and Chi-Chi all his life, which made Bulma smile.


    "Goku can be a bit... clueless sometimes," Bulma added, making Goku''s ears perk up and the young Saiyan turned to look at the blue-haired girl.


    "I''m not clueless," Goku shouted, only to have Bulma reach over and ruffle his hair.


    "I''ve always wondered why Goku''s hair is like that?" asked Oolong, who returned to his original form.


    "According to Jaco, my race has the peculiarity of being born with the hair they will have all their lives unless they decide to shave their heads," Goku replied, who had taken advantage of the Galactic Patrolman''s visits to ask him questions about his race.


    "And no matter how much my mother used hair products, it''s simply impossible to change his hairstyle unless you use scissors," Bulma said, and Goku''s tail twitched like a cat.


    "No one will cut my hair!" Goku covered his head, but his reaction only made the others laugh.


    "No one is going to cut your hair, Goku, you look pretty," Chi-Chi said in a low voice, her face was completely red when she said those words, so she covered herself with the magic book.


    "Huh? Thank you," Goku thanked before he looked at Bulma, paying attention to her, so after a few moments, he simply approached her with a look full of determination.


    "Hey Bulma, do you want to train?" Goku asked, causing the others to remain silent, interested in this situation.


    "Yes, let''s train," Bulma replied before smiling darkly at Goku, who took a few steps back.


    "Let''s see how strong you have become, Goku-san," Bulma used an honorific, causing Goku to turn quite pale.


    Bulma only used honorifics when she wanted to scold him severely!

 37: Bulma vs Goku.

    "I don''t understand their obsession with fighting, can''t they just coexist peacefully?" Oolong asked Chi-Chi, who was right next to him.


    "Both Goku and Bulma are people who aim high, they don''t fight for the sake of it, it''s more like a way to communicate and check the progress of their practice. Grandpa Gohan taught us that fighting for the sake of fighting can be good, but fighting for a reason, whatever it is, is the best," Chi-Chi explained not only to Oolong but to the other spectators.


    Doctor Norimaki as well as his wife and son were watching. They were all standing some distance away, facing the beach of the island. While they waited, Norimaki seemed to be preparing something.


    "Seeing the speed with which Bulma was moving in her fight with Arale, I thought it would be good to create something that could slow down her movements, so I hope it works," said Doctor Norimaki, who was putting the finishing touches on his machine, which looked more like a camera... full of confusing attachments to the inexperienced.


    "Look! They''re about to start," Arale pointed out, getting everyone to focus on the upcoming battle.


    ...


    "When was the last time we fought, Goku?" asked Bulma, who was stretching before the fight began.


    However, she quickly realized that due to the changes in her body caused by puberty, she could no longer jump like she used to without certain things bouncing around and annoying her.


    "A year ago, we fought," Goku replied, wrapping his tail around his body.


    "Right, you ate the steak I had left at the end " Bulma looked at Goku angrily, causing the boy to scratch his neck as he smiled.


    "Because you didn''t eat it! I thought you didn''t want it, I was still hungry and..." Goku was silent as he had to put his arms on X to protect himself from a blow from Bulma.


    The air was pushed everywhere by the raised shock wave, Goku''s feet slipped on the sand of the beach, and although unexpected, the boy was quite excited at this point.


    For the battle had begun!


    Goku regained his balance before dodging a follow-up kick from Bulma, then responded with an elbow of his own, hitting Bulma''s arm, who lifted him to protect herself.


    "You''ve gotten stronger, I just hope it doesn''t get to you," Bulma instructed him before using her right knee to hit Goku in the chest.


    Goku reacted in time, placing his hands on Bulma''s knee and using the force of the attack to propel himself up and turn his body to launch a kick right into Bulma''s face.


    "With you constantly telling me not to be so confident and arrogant, how could I be?" complained Goku, his kick stopped by Bulma''s hand grabbing his foot.


    Bulma turned her body, throwing Goku into the distance, but the Young Saiyan quickly spun in the air, using his tail to attack as Bulma stepped forward intending to continue to hit him, causing her to dodge.


    This evasive action on Bulma''s part allowed Goku to land deftly on the sand of the beach, then he took several jumps backward, keeping his distance from Bulma, who smiled at him.


    "I think it was in that fight a year ago that I discovered that you trained your tail with Grandpa Gohan to overcome your weakness," Bulma said with a touch of nostalgia before taking a fighting stance.


    "It''s a very obvious weakness, and since it''s just another limb, I had to eliminate that weakness," Goku replied before mimicking the same pose as Bulma.


    The two stood still and stared at each other for a few moments before lunging at each other. To the untrained onlookers, they became a blur before meeting in the middle and clashing their fists.


    Along with the roar of the clashing flesh, the sand on the beach was sent flying, and so began an exchange of blows between Bulma and Goku that moved across the beach at incredible speeds, only visible when there was a major impact between them.


    ...


    "Good thing you installed that machine, dear. I really can''t follow them with my eyes," said Midori Norimaki, watching the fight through a screen installed by Dr. Norimaki.


    "I told you, and it looks like they are getting faster and faster as time goes on. I will have to create iterations of this camera over time," Doctor Norimaki replied, watching the intense fight at normal speed through the monitor.


    "Chi-Chi, can you see them move?" asked Turbo Norimaki, noticing how Chi-Chi''s eyes seemed to move quickly as she followed the fight between Bulma and Goku.


    "A little, but I rely more on my Ki sense, if you have training, you can do the same, Turbo," Chi-Chi replied, using not only her eyes to watch the fight, but also her perception.


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    With that, she could see that although Bulma and Goku seemed to be on equal footing, it was more than obvious that the blue-haired girl was dominating the fight, increasing her power more and more to pressure the Young Saiyan who was gradually getting stronger.


    ''Goku is getting stronger, I don''t want him to leave me behind, but with magic.... I''ll be able to support him,'' Chi-Chi thought as she watched Goku finally get hit in the stomach by a powerful kick from Bulma, pushing him into a pile of rocks on the beach.


    ...


    "Wow! What a blow!" Goku stepped out of the pile of rocks that had collapsed on him when his body had crashed into it a few seconds ago.


    Goku wiped the dust from his body while doing his best to recover the air that had been expelled from his lungs; Bulma, for her part, let her younger brother recover, this was a friendly fight, not a fight to the death, so she didn''t keep attacking him.


    "Just to bring you back to your senses, what''s with yelling attacks in a serious fight?" asked Bulma, causing Goku to shake a little.


    "It was just perfect timing! Besides, you yelled Kame Hame Ha when you took out that giant flying dinosaur," Goku replied, but Bulma just cocked her head to the side without speaking.


    Goku was startled when he noticed something that hadn''t happened to Bulma before; the girl''s blue hair seemed to move slightly as if the wind was moving it, but even though they were on a beach, it wasn''t windy enough for that to happen.


    Some strands seemed to be writhing like snakes, and noticing his gaze, Bulma''s smile widened quite a bit, her hair growing quite a bit and fluttering wildly.


    "I just thought of that because I felt like I could try to manipulate something easier... even though it might not look like it, doing that with my hair was a lot easier than I thought!" said Bulma as she noticed Goku''s feelings of doubt.


    "How cool!" the young man exclaimed before he took the opportunity to throw a Ki ball at Bulma in a sneak attack.


    The yellow energy ball got a slightly sharp tip, Goku could not shape this attack as he wanted because of the speed with which he threw it, but it was not his intention to hurt Bulma, only to distract her from his real purpose.


    Bulma hit Goku''s ki attack with her outstretched foot, but that allowed Goku to get closer to her, this time using his shoulder to hit her vulnerable side due to his stance.


    Bulma was pushed several meters without much balance, which meant that Goku was able to get ahead of her and slam his fist into Bulma''s back, sending her into the distance, and bouncing off the sand of the beach.


    The blue-haired girl recovered quickly, just as Goku''s fist hit her cheek, but Bulma decided to use more power, creating a somewhat comical situation.


    Bulma''s cheek was distorted from the force of the attack, her head had turned to the side from the blow, but her body remained still and she slowly turned her head to look at Goku.


    "Gotcha" Bulma''s blue hair twisted, catching Goku''s outstretched fist before she pulled it back; her hair began to spin, lifting Goku into the air and spinning him around so fast that he even kicked up sand from the ground.


    "Go and fly!" Bulma''s hair threw Goku into the air and towards the sea.


    "This is cheating!" shouted Goku as he flew away.


    Before falling into the sea, Goku stopped abruptly in mid-air, a faint white aura covering his body, and although he was quite dizzy, he resisted the urge to vomit and performed the flying technique.


    "Looks like you can fly decently now," Bulma remarked, watching as Goku repositioned himself in the air... before throwing up.


    "You''re bad, Bulma, very bad," Goku complained under his breath as he used his arm to wipe his mouth, then used the seawater to wash it out.


    "I just want to teach you a lesson and test my new... limbs," Bulma pointed to her hair, which twisted quite a bit and soon joined into two large strands of blue hair.


    "How do you fight someone who technically has four arms?" asked Goku, making Bulma think of a certain Triclop with a strange technique.


    "You have to learn to adapt to sudden changes; if you can transform, what''s to stop others from doing the same? If you can use your tail as a weapon, who''s to stop others from doing the same?


    You have two arms, but out there will be beings with an extra pair of limbs, you can''t complain that you''re not used to fighting beings like that just because you can''t get used to it," Bulma lectured Goku, whose eyes sparkled as he nodded.


    "That''s okay, I''ll learn to get used to this kind of enemy, although I hope to encounter some examples in the future..." Goku replied before taking advantage of the fact that he was flying to lunge at Bulma at top speed.


    Bulma took flight as well, taking the fight into the air. She was a little faster than Goku and managed to hit him on the cheek, sending him straight to the ground and kicking up a pile of sand.


    "Come on Goku, get up and fight," Bulma called from above, causing Goku to struggle up from the ground.


    He was dizzy from the blow Bulma gave him, even one side of his face was swollen from the blow, but seeing his big sister floating in the air with that proud look on her face, something burned inside Goku.


    He didn''t want to lose to Bulma anymore, he wanted to show her that he was strong, that he was much better than when he was an inexperienced and wild child, so Goku started to control the Ki in his body, making the white aura around his body burn.


    "Good!" Goku flew upwards, this time exceeding his previous speed, but when Bulma countered with a kick, he was able to move a little to the side, avoiding the attack.


    But instead of responding or counterattacking, he continued to climb higher and higher, overtaking the clouds but continuing to soar until he felt his breathing become difficult.


    "So... let''s try this," Goku spun around and began to fall on his head, facing directly towards where he could feel Bulma''s Ki.


    The energy in his body burned at its full potential, and in his open palms, Ki began to appear, but it was a deep red. The Ki in their hands began to become spherical, and then the spheres of energy began to spin.


    Bulma looked up and saw the strange act Goku was doing; apparently, the brat still had a new technique in his arsenal. This excited Bulma, who decided to return the favor to Goku with a new technique.


    A ring of Ki appeared in Bulma''s open palm, her purple Ki twisting a little, becoming a spiral that tended toward the center but never stopped spinning inward without collapsing.


    "This is... A golden spiral?" Doctor Norimaki asked doubtfully.


    For what Bulma held in her hand eventually emerged upward, taking on a drill-like shape that began to spin slowly, and then accelerated its rotational speed to the point where it caused gusts of wind.


    "Let''s see if I can pierce the universe with this," Bulma muttered before striking a throwing pose and throwing the energy drill at Goku.


    Goku gathered the two red ki balls in his hands before launching his attacks. The two energy beams transformed in the air and took the form of two giant fists.


    His energy fists would smash into Bulma''s drill in no time!

 38: Dont give up, Goku!

    "They seem to have taken this very seriously. Shouldn''t we move back a bit?" Oolong pointed to the sky, just before the impact between the two energy attacks.


    "Yes, I think we''d better move back a bit," Doctor Norimaki replied, taking his son Turbo in his arms, although he was a bit too sad to leave the camera he had built, he knew he could build another one.


    "I''ll stay," Chi-Chi said, watching with all his Ki perception the impending effects of the attacks.


    "I want to watch as well, I will also protect your camera, Doctor," Arale added, not afraid of what might soon happen.


    Arale positioned herself near the camera created by Doctor Norimaki, she had noticed the sad look he had given to this invention, so the little gynoid decided to protect this object from danger.


    So the Norimaki family, together with Oolong, retreated to a place they thought was safe, and at that moment, a great rumbling sound was heard, accompanied by a strong glow that made them close their eyes.


    "It''s... beautiful," Chi-Chi murmured, tears in her eyes from the excessive brightness, but even with her eyes closed from irritation, her ki sense allowed her to ''see'' the clash between the two energy attacks.


    "Those are pretty colors," Arale nodded as she watched as Ki sparks emerged from the impact of those Ki attacks, decorating the sky with vibrant colors.


    Those Ki attacks were struggling, stuck in the sky, trying to advance towards the opponent!


    ...


    Just before the attacks collided, a broad grin broke out on Bulma''s face as she saw all the effort Goku had put into his new technique; it was a variation of the previous one he had used against Pilaf''s machine, but the ease with which he used his energy was commendable.


    The fact that Goku was able to control his ki attacks to take on not only the form but also the influence of his emotions and that he could ''control'' those fists to make complicated movements beyond moving in a straight line. All this made Bulma happy.


    Goku was breaking away from his canon version, and that excited her! Because in the canon, Goku rarely showed a technique he created himself, not counting that in the movies, the only ''original'' thing was Dragon Fist, but those were movies that weren''t canon.


    The fact that young Goku was demonstrating a second original technique in front of her made her feel proud. Deep down, she was afraid that she was living the ''same'' as in the canon, but since she started interacting with this world, she realized the vast differences in it.


    Perhaps the materialization of all those ''differences'' was now fighting against her, throwing two fists of energy infused with her emotions toward her attack. Yes, everything was different and that made her excited.


    Her purple ki drill collided with the two fists of red energy thrown by Goku. The impact created a shock wave that lifted the sand, pushed the clouds from the sky, and shook the ocean.


    There was a loud noise as the classic energy confrontation began, sparks of Ki leaping from this contact, but while Bulma was in a calm, even relaxed state, beads of sweat fell from Goku''s forehead as he poured every drop of his energy into his attacks, but could not push back the drill created by Bulma.


    On the contrary, his energy fists seemed to be repelled, slowly at first, but the difference became more and more obvious. The unbridled rotation of the drill was eroding the integrity of the energy fists, and no matter how hard he pressed down, he could not escape this situation.


    "In the end, the power difference was too much..." muttered Goku as he gritted his teeth, his arms aching from the tension, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch as his attack was pushed back, even coming dangerously close to him.


    "But even if it''s practice, even if it''s just me showing Bulma my growth, am I giving it my all?" even though Goku''s voice was muffled by the noise of the colliding attacks, Bulma could hear it, as well as Chi-Chi.


    "Don''t give up, Goku!" shouted Chi-Chi, causing Goku to turn his attention to her, and even though he was high in the sky, he could feel the young girl smiling at him.


    "Do I give up? I will not give up, I CANNOT GIVE UP EVEN IF I FIGHT BULMA!" Goku''s cry was mixed with another guttural scream, another voice erupting from his body.


    He knew that he would be exhausted because his body still couldn''t resist, but only by accessing the depths of this power, he could fight Bulma, he could prove that he had not given up.


    That he wasn''t just training to make himself better, that he wasn''t just fighting to have fun or to test his training. He was also fighting to protect! And also... To avenge his extinct race!


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    "RAWR!" Goku opened his mouth and an angry scream erupted from his body, his white aura slightly tinted by a faint red halo, one filled with savagery and cruelty, but underneath there was intelligence, there was pride.


    The Fists of Ki that Goku had created seemed to take on new life, growing larger, firmer, and deeper in color. Goku opened his hands and the energy fists opened as well, then his hands caught the drill created by Bulma before crushing it completely.


    "Sometimes I forget that the best thing Goku can do is overcome when he''s at his limit," Bulma muttered as she watched the two colossal red energy fists fall towards her.


    Goku was no longer in control of his attack, his body had been injured from accessing power for too long that his body was not adapted to, and as his attack fell, so did his body.


    He was dizzy, his vision blurred, his body falling slowly, held up by the remnants of the flying technique, but before he fell he saw Bulma''s slender arm rise, her palm pointing at the attack that was falling on her.


    "To think you would use that power to attack me, it seems your desire to win is greater than your desire to play with your enemies, that''s good," Bulma looked at the almost unconscious falling Goku before turning her attention to the incoming attack.


    "I''ll show you what I''ve learned about you, Goku," Bulma went deep inside, seeing her ''other self'' but in her plant version.


    She approached the barrier that blocked the passage between her and her counterpart and touched it with her palm. As she did so, some of the latent energy of her Plant version flowed into her, allowing her to see some things she hadn''t noticed before, but she would think about them later.


    "Tesseract" emerged from Bulma''s hand as what could only be described as a geometric figure made up of 8 three-dimensional cubes.


    Such a figure, projected in a kind of pseudo-fourth dimension, encapsulated the Ki Fists created by Goku and contained the explosion caused by the clash of attacks.


    This geometric figure shrank, containing the energy of the explosion, diminishing it to the point that nothing was left but specks of reddish Ki that floated inside the tesseract before finally disappearing.


    Bulma sighed, feeling very exhausted because just like Goku, she had accessed a power that she had not yet mastered and that her body still could not withstand, only at least she was able to stand instead of fainting like Goku finally did.


    "Chi-Chi, catch Goku," Bulma said before she made the Tesseract disappear.


    Bulma then began to massage her forehead due to the intense migraine she was feeling, but unlike a few days ago when she healed Yamcha, this pain was less intense.


    ''I am adapting to this power... I should try body transformations more often, maybe it will help with the adjustment,'' Bulma thought as she watched Chi-Chi take flight and catch Goku in mid-air.


    Chi-Chi descended with Goku in her arms, watching as the Young Saiyan rested peacefully, even unconsciously twisting to fit into the girl''s embrace as if it felt quite comfortable to be held by Chi-Chi.


    This situation made Chi-Chi''s heart beat quite fast, but this time her face did not turn as red as before, she simply floated down to fall next to Bulma, who threw a capsule onto the beach.


    From the smoke of the capsule, a briefcase appeared, and Bulma carefully opened it, revealing its contents. There were several bottles of strange liquids, but the labels stuck to the glass of the bottles indicated their purpose.


    Bulma took a bottle with an orange-colored liquid and took a sip, and her migraine began to subside. Feeling that she could think freely now, Bulma took another bottle, one with a crimson liquid.


    The label on this bottle indicated its usefulness, it was supposed to promote physical recovery. This collection of ''potions'' was one of the things Bulma had been trying to accomplish all these years.


    It didn''t have anything exaggerated like the Senzu Beans, but it could help her solve certain situations, like now. Aside from the Golden Grapes, which she made into wine, and the Beauty Peaches, whose tree was strictly guarded and cared for by her mother, Bulma got some strange results from improving fruits.


    One of them was an apple tree, the one she had tried to improve in the beginning. Apples from this tree could help to slightly improve a person''s recovery. The fruit used in the potion that helped with her headache helped with her mental recovery, and that potion was made with oranges.


    Bulma approached with the bottle in her hand, but seeing how Chi-Chi seemed to enjoy holding Goku like a sleeping princess, the blue-haired girl looked at the bottle in her hand before putting it down.


    "Don''t say I don''t support you, Chi-Chi," Bulma teased the teenager, who blushed at the words.


    "I-it''s not what you think, Bulma!" cried Chi-Chi, but the playful smile on Bulma''s face made the teenager understand that her friend would never let her forget this moment in her life.


    "Bulma... you can feel emotions, right?" asked Chi-Chi, even though she already knew the answer.


    "Yes, what do you want to ask?" Bulma replied with another question, sensing the doubt in Chi-Chi''s emotions, as well as emotions of expectation and hope.


    "Do you know... Do you know if Goku likes me?" Chi-Chi finally asked, causing Bulma to almost trip as she tried to pick up the briefcase capsule containing the potions.


    "Wouldn''t it be better if you found out on your own?" Bulma asked back, one eyebrow raised, but seeing Chi-Chi''s annoyed face, Bulma sighed.


    "Young people grow up so fast," Bulma said in a fake older tone, causing Chi-Chi to burst out laughing.


    "Chi-Chi, even though I can feel emotions, I don''t think it''s appropriate to talk about another person''s emotions without their consent. But using my experience and not my skill, I can tell that you like him as a friend, Love? Goku may be confusing those feelings with hunger.


    It''s not that he doesn''t like you in that way, it''s just that his mind and body are too young to experience those kinds of emotions, remember that unlike us who are human, he is a Saiyan.


    They grow slower, so things like puberty or the growth spurt that everyone goes through in adolescence happen much later than we do. But if you stay by his side, you can slowly make a place in his heart.


    When Goku can feel those kinds of physical and emotional desires, the only girl who will show up when he wants to ''explore'' those things will undoubtedly be you. So be patient with him," Bulma advised, causing Chi-Chi to nod before looking down at Goku, who was still sleeping.


    Chi-Chi will do everything she can to win a place in Goku''s heart! Whether it was getting stronger, training, or spending time with Goku, maybe the latter was more important in her mind.


    ''You already have your future wife, Goku, now I need to find one for me,'' Bulma thought before she raised her arms and stretched her body.


    Bulma just had to wait for that special person to come into her life.

 39: Chatting with King Kai.

    "You see, you''ve only been here a few days, but your strength has grown quite a bit, and you are worthy of being my student," King Kai said with a touch of pride in his voice as he saw ''Shen'', as the Namekian called himself, staying before him.


    "Master... is it necessary for me, as a mage, to capture Bubbles without using spells?" asked Shen, sweating and lying on his back on the lawn of King Kai''s micro planet.


    "If you hadn''t mutilated yourself by splitting, you wouldn''t need that. Besides, a real mage should know how to fight and move, or do you just want to be a turret? No one is stupid enough to ignore a mage who doesn''t move," King Kai pointed out, his hands behind his back, saying these words with a serious air worthy of a god.


    "That reminds me of a joke, what did the mage tell his ex-wife when she asked for alimony? I don''t have any fireballs for you..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" King Kai started to laugh at a ''joke'', causing Shen, or Kami-Sama, to slap his face awkwardly.


    ''What a terrible joke, why do all the master''s jokes about mages have to do with fireballs? Not such an impressive spell,'' Kami-Sama thought in despair, in just a few days, he had been bombarded by the same jokes.


    "You were able to adapt to ten times the gravity of Earth very quickly, but you still haven''t adapted 100%, for that, my friend Gregory can help you with that aspect, unless you want to rest for a while," after quieting his laughter, King Kai continued to chat with Shen about his training.


    "I want to rest for a while, believe it or not, I''m very old..." When Kami-Sama said that, King Kai materialized a bamboo stick and, not caring about the height difference, he hit Kami-Sama''s head with an exasperated expression on his face.


    "Because you crippled your body by splitting! Namekians can live for thousands of years if they set their minds to it! There''s a famous one, even nicknamed Legendary, who''s over 1,000 years old.


    You''re only what, 500 years old? And you already look decrepit! Besides, you have divine ki, which is supposed to improve the lives of its possessors because it is essentially very different from normal ki.


    Your divine heritage is broken? It didn''t teach you how to use the divine Ki to prolong your life," King Kai complained, unable to imagine that a planet god could be as sad as his disciple.


    But seeing Kami-Sama''s embarrassed and somewhat sad expression, King Kai paused for a moment before something occurred to him. Could it be that Earth''s divine heritage was in trouble?


    "So many legendary heroes have come from your world, someone from the outside might think that''s a great thing about your world, but if great legends arise, it''s because there were dangers on their level. Young man, what the hell happened to your divine heritage?" King Kai finally asked, and Shen hesitated for a moment before finally answering.


    "When I was about to inherit the position, I trained with someone named Garlic. Although his nature was that of a demon, he was not judged or discriminated against by the previous god. Demon is just a race, it doesn''t mean they''re evil, right?


    But Garlic was evil, regardless of his race. When he saw that he would not get the position of Earth God, he unleashed an attack against the current god at that time. I had no choice, if I had additional years of meditation, I would have purified my heart and eliminated the evil in me.


    My master needed help! So, without waiting any longer, I separated the evil in my heart into one being, and according to my prejudices, it named itself ''Great Demon King Piccolo'', mocking the fear I felt of Garlic.


    Although Piccolo helped me in the fight, his chaotic nature only made the situation more chaotic, causing many records to be lost. My master could only pass on his position and his divine Ki to me in a desperate act, teaching me only the creation of this special energy, but not its applications.


    Whatever I have been able to accomplish with my divine Ki is minuscule, I can barely produce anything..." Kami-Sama began to chat with his current master, King Kai, releasing all the pain that had built up in his heart.


    Mr. Popo was a quiet person who usually went his way, so Kami-Sama was never able to talk to anyone about his problems, which accumulated a lot of stress and pressure. Maybe that, together with the splitting of his body, contributed to his premature old age.


    King-Kai listened to his new disciple''s complaints, his whole story, how the unfinished teachings limited him in his divine duties, and how he could only watch as his ''evil'' side wreaked havoc on the world, creating a legend of terror that continues to this day.


    "I see... then let me teach you, Shen, I will teach you to become a true god. Perhaps you won''t need your other half, you still have a lot of untapped talent in you," King Kai mused, causing Kami-Sama to stand up before offering him a 90¡ã bow.


    "Thank you, Master!" Kami-Sama exclaimed, causing a small smile to appear on King Kai''s face.


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    He will raise this Namekian to a legendary level with his teachings!


    "By the way, maybe some people on Earth are worried about me, I left without warning. Could you talk to them and tell them about my stay here?" asked Kami-Sama with a little embarrassment in his voice.


    "Don''t worry, what do you think my beautiful antennae are for? I can contact anyone in the northern galaxy if I want to!" King Kai proudly pointed to his antennae.


    "Come, put your hand on my back and think of the person you want to talk to," King Kai indicated and made Kami-Sama do as he asked.


    "First, let''s warn Mr. Popo, he should be worried about my absence," Kami-Sama said before he closed his eyes and thought about the clear image of the being that had spent several centuries with him.


    ...


    "Bulma? Can you hear me?" Bulma heard in her head while she was meditating.


    It had been a week since she had fought Goku, and although it hadn''t been a fight to the death, the fight had given her many ideas that she had been thinking about ever since.


    She was meditating, her body raised a few inches off the ground, a purple aura covering her body. Her blue hair was constantly fluttering, some of the strands of her blue hair were losing their color, becoming blonde, then black, then red.


    Bulma was in the forest clearing where she had captured Monster Carrot, next to her was Chi-Chi, practicing her magic skills while holding that strange book.


    Goku was doing push-ups, his mind had been in a high state of excitement since that day, plus he heard a loose comment from Midori Norimaki about The World Martial Arts Tournament that would be held in a few months.


    The idea of competing against the best fighters in the world, combined with the reaffirmation of his motives to fight, pushed Goku to train his physique more and more.


    To do this, Bulma and Doctor Norimaki designed a special device, especially because of the special information she found about the World Martial Arts Tournament. This was one of the differences from the original world.


    The martial artists on Earth were much more powerful than in the canon! They were also more diverse, which is why Bulma doubted that joke fighters like ''Bacterian'', a man who seems to have forgotten that there is such a thing as a toilet, would show up.


    So the machine Bulma created with Doctor Norimaki was simple, a gravity duplicator. The machine was installed in this clearing, allowing Bulma''s meditation, Chi-Chi''s magic practice, and Goku''s physical training to take place under double gravity.


    Why not more? Because they were still young and growing, besides, the adaptation to gravity was not like in the anime, it had to be a gradual process to avoid organic damage or sequels.


    Who knows? Maybe Goku''s heart disease in the original universe was caused or accelerated by his uncontrolled use of a machine that increased gravity and put unnecessary stress on his body.


    "Kami-Sama? What''s wrong?" Bulma opened her eyes, her hair returning to its normal state, then sat up and looked at the sky.


    "I''m not in the Lockout, I''m .... in the other world," Kami-Sama''s voice could also be heard by Goku and Chi-Chi, who shared the same shocked expression as Bulma.


    "God is dead!" shouted Goku, only to have the seriousness of the moment ruined by Bulma''s laughter as she deactivated the machine that was increasing the gravity of the environment.


    "No, Goku, I''m alive. I''m just here to train," Kami-Sama replied calmly, used to the young Saiyan''s attitude, so he was not angered by his reaction.


    "You train with ghosts?" asked Chi-Chi, making Goku''s eyes sparkle with excitement.


    "How cool! I want to fight ghosts," Goku made punching gestures in the air to show his excitement.


    "No, I''m training with the North Kaio-Sama, or King Kai, the god in charge of our galaxy," Kami-Sama clarified quickly, wanting to avoid the strange ideas of the youngsters, but he never expected that even Bulma would join.


    "A god training another god? Was King Kai trained by another god?" Bulma joked, making Kami-Sama sigh audibly.


    "Young people have no respect anymore... I just wanted to tell you that I''ll be gone for a while, okay? If you encounter any danger that threatens Earth or humanity, I hope you will call to the sky, King Kai will pay some attention to your adventures and respond when called," Kami-Sama indicated, causing the trio of youngsters to calm down.


    "We understand, Kami-Sama, train and become strong! I''d like to fight you, it must be interesting to fight the gods," Goku waved to the sky, unaware that his words caused Bulma to give him a sideways glance.


    ''This wish of yours will come true sooner or later, Goku,'' Bulma thought before answering the same as her younger brother and waving to the sky.


    "I hope you''ll be back soon, Kami-Sama, I''m sure Mother will prepare a feast when you return," Bulma said with a smile on her face.


    "May your training go well, Kami-Sama!" Chi-Chi also waved her hand to the sky.


    The farewell gesture of the young people made Kami-Sama feel warm in his heart. Although his interaction with Bulma and the others had been minimal, limited to mental dialogues, he had considered them to be his offspring.


    After all, to God, all young people are his children.


    "Take care, hope to see you soon," Kami-Sama finally said goodbye, making the atmosphere in the wooded clearing feel a bit desolate.


    "It feels like it''s been years since I''ve seen Grandpa Gohan," Goku murmured a little reluctantly, even his tail wagging with less energy than before.


    "It hasn''t even been a month," Bulma said, looking at Goku with a pout.


    "That Goku, that means you''re homesick," Chi-Chi said before flipping through the magic book in his hand and finding a spell that if practiced, could help Goku a lot in this situation.


    "Also, you can chat with him via video call, it''s not the same, but it''s something. Looks like the Master is getting a second wind," Bulma said cryptically, and both Goku and Chi-Chi missed the double meaning of her words.


    "Bulma," Goku called after a few moments of silence.


    "Yes?" Bulma asked.


    "Can you get something like Master Roshi''s herb? I... I don''t want Grandpa to leave us so soon," Goku said seriously, and perhaps it was the first time both Bulma and Chi-Chi had seen such seriousness in the young Saiyan.


    "I don''t know if I can, I know Master Gohan wouldn''t let me wish for that, not that I want to. But... I''ll try my best, Goku." With her words, Bulma''s hair suddenly glowed a little and Bulma felt the vague idea she had been thinking about become clearer in her mind.


    Bulma looked down at her index finger and watched as it formed into a claw, it was slow but much faster than a week ago. This made Bulma smile, it seemed her meditation was improving her control over her burgeoning body transformation ability.

 40: Kaboom!

    "How is your study of magic going, Chi-Chi?" asked Bulma to the young girl in front of her, who was concentrating on the magic book.


    "This is the third time I''ve read it, there are always new details that impress me," Chi-Chi replied, before hesitating for a moment and closing the book.


    "You don''t want to learn any other magic besides Magic Materialization?" asked Chi-Chi with curiosity and doubt.


    "Yes, because even though I have magical talent, I prefer to concentrate on Ki. Besides, this spell suits me best, see, I can already create some things," Bulma pointed at her body and changed her current clothes into a new design.


    She was now wearing a blue blouse, short jeans, and long purple tights that adorned her legs. Noticing that the look seemed to suit her quite well, Bulma was pleased, but inwardly, she breathed a sigh of relief.


    ''I practiced so much to create my Cloth Beam. Why did my failed attempts always leave me naked?'' Bulma complained mentally, though she wore a proud smile on the outside.


    Chi-Chi was surprised to see this, she could barely create some simple things with Magic Materialization, she didn''t know why, but this spell was more complicated for her than the elemental and special spells contained in the book.


    "Can you give me some tips? I''m having a hard time creating anything other than rocks or pieces of iron," Chi-Chi approached Bulma, using puppy dog eyes to convince her friend to help her.


    "I think so, but I''ll tell you that this spell is very well suited to me because of my condition, so some of my perceptions may be wrong or difficult to replicate," Bulma explained before looking out the window.


    The two of them were in the living room of the house, which was contained by one of Bulma''s capsules, outside Goku could be seen sitting in meditation. A small bird landed on the boy''s head, but it did not distract him.


    "Looks like Goku won''t be able to join us, he must be chatting with his ''other self'', how envious," Bulma clicked her tongue, her tone full of jealousy.


    "You still can''t interact directly with your ''other self''? At least you have an extra source of power," Chi-Chi was the one who deserved to be jealous because as a human, she didn''t have those special ''bonuses'' of Goku and Bulma.


    "No, I can''t. But don''t be like that, you don''t need something like that, humans have special abilities, didn''t you know that? The Ki training method accustoms your body to explode with more power than you should have.


    If we add Master Gohan''s technique, this ability is something you can control, don''t neglect your Ki training just because you want to be a witch, Chi-Chi," Sensing her friend''s emotions, Bulma put her hand on Chi-Chi''s black hair, reassuring her.


    "Well, I''m not neglecting my training, there are some spells that are good to practice, you know?" Chi-Chi''s eyes sparkled with excitement, but she soon calmed down when she remembered the previous topic.


    "Teach me what you know about Magic Materialization! Especially the changing of clothes, I want to be able to wear whatever I want whenever I want" Chi-Chi admired Bulma''s body, imagining all the outfits she could wear, though suddenly her cheeks became very red as certain thoughts assaulted her mind.


    Noticing that Chi-Chi''s emotions were taking a strange turn, Bulma glanced at Oolong, who entered the living room with a juice box in his hand. The young man stared at Bulma intently, trying not to focus on the blue-haired girl''s legs.


    "Look, we can practice with Oolong," Bulma''s words added another layer to Chi-Chi''s strange thoughts, causing the red in her cheeks to disappear, actually turning her pale.


    "No!" Chi-Chi denied, crossing her hands as she shook her head from side to side.


    "Hey, you wish you had someone like me to test your spells on. Even though I look like an Orc, I''m not as abnormal as they are," Oolong said, referring to the RPG video games that were becoming popular lately.


    "I don''t know what kind of Orc you have in mind, Oolong," Bulma said, not wanting to feel her partner''s emotions and guessing that the boy was having strange thoughts.


    "Anyway, Chi-Chi, Magic Materialization, as I understand it, is..." Bulma began to explain to Chi-Chi her ideas and perceptions about this particular spell.


    It may seem simple, just allowing you to ''create'' some objects with Ki, maybe some pretty nice clothes, but this magic has one of the most interesting applications in Dragon Ball.


    It seems to be a downgraded version of the Kaio-Shin''s creative abilities, allowing a mage to approach the ''divine'', so to speak. Not surprisingly, many of the mages that have appeared in Dragon Ball have some sort of relationship with the gods.


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    Bibidi and Babidi, like Moro, had the gods themselves as their enemies. Therefore, the association of Magic Materialization with the creative abilities of the gods is obvious.


    Especially in the Tournament of Power, where Daishinkan created the arena with the strongest material in the 12 universes. That was one of the higher applications of this spell, although it could be considered more of a god-like ability.


    As a human who was essentially a Plant, Bulma was not a goddess, but she had certain traits that would make her a divine being to an ignorant person. Plant''s abilities to heal, regenerate, and generate resources demonstrated certain creative qualities of these beings.


    For this reason, this spell was perfect for Bulma, allowing her to touch the creative power of her ''other self'' in advance, and even though it was limited to inorganic matter for now, who said that Bulma could not reach the level of creating something living?


    Therefore, many of her ideas and insights regarding this spell were somewhat incomprehensible to Chi-Chi, but wisely, the young girl wrote down the words as well as the key points Bulma told her.


    Perhaps when she has more knowledge and experience, she can revisit these notes for some sort of inspiration. However, with what she could understand at this point, many things could be solved for Chi-Chi.


    ...


    "Are you sure you can do it now?" asked Oolong, who was hiding behind the couch, all because of what had just happened.


    Chi-Chi tried to create something that looked like a robe, but what she did end up bursting into flames, and according to Bulma, it was a failed reaction in her spell that she could make better by adjusting certain parameters.


    It always ended in an explosion! For the same reason, Oolong went into hiding, not wanting to become dinner for a Christmas that had not yet arrived. Bulma, however, stayed by Chi-Chi''s side, guiding her the whole time.


    "Well, I guess she can do it now," Bulma said, nodding, and her calm demeanor made Chi-Chi pluck up her courage.


    "Magic Materialization!" as an inexperienced person, Chi-Chi had to chant the spell, but perhaps because of the adjustments she had made while performing this spell, what she wanted finally appeared in front of her.


    A pair of dark blue bracelets floated in the air and fell into Chi-Chi''s hands. At that, Bulma smiled, then noticed that Goku seemed to be disturbed by the constant explosions and entered the house.


    "Bulma, why so many explosions?" asked Goku before he looked at the clothes Chi-Chi was holding and stopped.


    "Look, Goku! This... is a gift for you," Chi-Chi approached Goku and carefully handed him the bracelets.


    Goku held the robes carefully in his hands, his head bowed, staring at both bracelets. His eyes filled with tears, but he was not sad, but happy.


    "Thank you!" Goku suddenly hugged Chi-Chi, making her blush, but she returned the hug.


    "I don''t understand, why is there so much excitement about magically created clothes?" asked Oolong, who came out from behind the sofa.


    "Because they are similar to the bracelets that Goku''s father wore," Bulma replied, causing Oolong to remain silent.


    Although he had only recently met this trio of strange and powerful boys, Oolong could say that he knew them quite well. He knew that Goku was not human and that his people had been exterminated, so out of respect, he never delved into that subject.


    When he saw Goku putting on his bracelets with excitement, Oolong couldn''t help but smile as well. He could understand his new friends a little better now and felt that it was worth it to join their group.


    "Bulma... maybe it was all the explosions, but I think I can try to cast a new spell," Chi-Chi turned around and told Bulma a conclusion she had come to.


    Bulma noticed that there was something else in Chi-Chi''s emotions, a strong desire to show her progress, it seemed that Goku''s embrace made her want to show how powerful she was.


    "Then throw it!" Bulma encouraged, causing Chi-Chi to nod excitedly.


    "Let''s go out first!" called Chi-Chi, making the group follow her.


    Soon, they were in the garden they had finally built in front of the house the capsule had created. Doctor Norimaki and his family lived next door, and as if she had sensed them, Arale ran out with Turbo in her hands.


    "Arale feels like they''re going to do something fun," said Arale herself, looking around until she came across Chi-Chi, who felt strange.


    To her, Goku and Bulma were interesting, Oolong was fun, but Chi-Chi was boring. She hadn''t seen her doing anything interesting except training or reading that magic book she couldn''t read.


    "Chi-Chi is going to cast a spell," Oolong said, and the excitement returned to the gynoid''s eyes.


    "Magic is fun! Will she turn someone into a carrot or an apple?" asked Arale, but this time it was Chi-Chi who answered him.


    "No, I just want to show off some of my recent efforts," Chi-Chi gave Goku a sidelong glance before looking up at the sky.


    Her gaze became serious and a strange feeling surged through her body. If Ki was supposed to create an aura of energy around the user when certain techniques were used, magic also had something similar.


    Chi-Chi raised her right palm to the sky and the ''magical'' energy around her took on a color, red.


    But unlike Goku''s crimson red, this one had more of a pink hue. Chi-Chi''s fingers wiggled in a strange pattern as she began to recite the spell with all her concentration.


    "Kaboom!" with her chant, bursts of fire came out of her hand, quickly rising into the clouds.


    The flames were extremely hot, something that could be felt from a distance. The bursts of fire soon coalesced into a ball of fire that, had it been night, would have illuminated part of the surrounding area.


    Then the fiery ball exploded with a terrible sound. Gusts of hot air pushed the white clouds into the sky and could be felt as a warm breeze on the ground. Chi-Chi almost stumbled, tired from using so much energy, but a hand held her up.


    Chi-Chi looked at Goku, who stopped her from falling. The young Saiyan looked at her with excitement, but only Bulma realized that some of that excitement was not the usual emotion Goku felt.


    ''Right, Saiyans like strong women,'' Bulma thought, I finally understood that it was the emotions Goku felt, it wasn''t love or attraction, Goku was too emotionally immature to feel something like that, but... it was a seed of a deep emotion.


    "What a great explosion! Chi-Chi, you have to train more with me!" For some reason, Goku wanted to spend more time with Chi-Chi, so he chose the best option right away.


    He would train with Chi-Chi more often because he wanted to have her around!

 41: Old Masters Guide

    "Looks like everyone is making some progress, little Bulma," the elder Gohan said to the screen in front of him.


    The old man was leaning back in a beach chair in front of his master Muten Roshi''s house, a huge umbrella-shaded him, but what was important were the two scenes that were unfolding in front of him.


    On one side, a beautiful mermaid was swimming in the sea, enjoying the warmth of the sun and occasionally jumping out of the water to entertain Gohan.


    On the other side, two young men were fighting in the sand, all under the strict supervision of Master Roshi. One was Yamcha, who wore an orange martial arts uniform and close-cropped hair.


    The other was a short, bald young man with six burns on his head. Both young men were fighting, but it was obvious that Yamcha had the upper hand.


    "Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha shouted before he began to strike at his opponent''s body.


    Although he did not use Ki in this fight, the force of his fists made the sound of flesh being struck quite audible. His movements were a blur to the untrained eye, but in front of Roshi or Gohan, these blows were especially slow.


    Yamcha''s blows were not as merciless as he was used to, but he caused visible bruises on Krillin''s body and sent him flying with the last blow, which went straight to his chest.


    "Okay, it''s over," Roshi moved his wobbly body with unusual speed, catching the young man who was flying from the constant blows.


    "Krillin, your will has faltered again, what is it?" Roshi asked curiously to the student in his arms.


    "Master, I..." Krillin touched the blank spot on his face where his nose should be, a gesture he had made since he was a little boy when he imitated the behavior of other children.


    "You have doubts, don''t you? The new apprentice is stronger than you, and you are afraid of being replaced by him because you consider yourself weak," Roshi said, directly addressing the doubts that plagued the young fighter.


    "Yes..." the boy replied sadly, but Roshi carefully placed him on the floor before patting his apprentice''s bald head.


    "I can''t give you a magic technique to change your thoughts, but how about some advice from someone as experienced as me? I''ve lived many years, you might want to listen to me. You too, Yamcha," Roshi called out to the new apprentice with one hand, causing the embarrassed Yamcha to come closer.


    "Who could forget that the old pervert held the title of the Strongest Man in the World for many years," Bulma, who watched this scene from Penguin Village, clicked her tongue.


    She had never thought that his encounter with Yamcha would cause him to try to learn martial arts from Roshi, since this version of the young bandit seemed more ''independent'', so to speak.


    But that was a pleasant surprise, maybe with the right guidance early on, a lot could have been avoided, so when she learned of this situation a few days ago, she asked her father to send training materials and resources to the Kame House.


    From the Golden Grapes that gradually improved potential, to recovery potions, ointments, tonics, sturdy training clothes, and even a version of the gravity-enhancing machine that her father, Doctor Brief, had recreated.


    Bulma bought Doctor Norimaki''s share of the patents, along with the licenses to use many of his strange but interesting creations. Although Doctor Norimaki did not care much about receiving the money at first, the fact that Midori would give birth in the future made him accept the payments.


    Due to the kindness of the entire Norimaki family, Bulma also ordered some special things for Midori, such as copies of the Peach of Beauty, which made the woman quite happy. What person would refuse to be more beautiful?


    Right now, Muten Roshi''s new apprentices, Krillin and Yamcha, were benefiting from these new advantages, things they didn''t have in the original universe, though it seems that some situations that would come later have come now.


    "Self-doubt is natural, I''m not going to tell them things like ''Don''t doubt, trust yourself,'' because self-confidence doesn''t appear that way. What I will tell you is something that took me almost a century to understand." Roshi began his lecture, and everyone around him began to pay attention.


    From his youngest disciples to Gohan. Bulma even called Goku and Chi-Chi to watch the screen with her, this was something every martial artist deserved to hear because of how valuable it was.


    "I... do you know how long it took me to create the Kame Hame Ha? For 50 years, I isolated myself from the world, from everyone, just because I wanted to create the ''perfect'' technique, the most powerful one, and look at me, I wasted the best moments of my life chasing after power.


    Yes, power is important to protect yourself and others, but don''t let it cloud your mind, don''t let it define your worth, don''t let it define everything about you. Do you have doubts? Fine, but don''t drown yourself in the vain desire to be the strongest.


    Because aside from the enemies that will come against you, the only enemy worth defeating is yourself. Every bit of effort, every bit of hard training, every day you can get up to eat, to play, to look at girls, all of that will be worth more than raw power.


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    You are young, maybe all you have in mind now is a desperate pursuit of higher heights... but there will always be a higher mountain, and I do not forbid you to climb it, to go your way, but while you do, admire the surroundings.


    Krillin, no matter how weak you seem now, what you must look at is not your weakness, but how to overcome it. The true value of a martial artist is not that he possesses a powerful or flashy technique, but that he strives every day to surpass his former self.


    Be better every day, don''t let power be the controller of your life, and enjoy the journey, the rest will come to you naturally. This is my advice to you" Muten Roshi''s words gave him an aura of age, and experience, but also regret.


    Muten Roshi regretted many things, the solitude he had imposed on himself to train in his obsession with power did not help him grow in strength but exacerbated his problems.


    But now, surrounded by young people, by students, seeing a wider sky like the Northern Galaxy, even if only through television, pushed this old man to overcome himself again, to gradually regain the heart he had and had been fragmented by Piccolo.


    Yes, since the death of his master Mutaito and the display of exaggerated power of the Great Demon King Piccolo, Roshi''s mentality has slowly changed. The loneliness only aggravated these symptoms, this small hole in his psyche that almost overwhelmed him and stopped his progress.


    He trained his first two disciples, Gohan and Ox, but it was when he saw the path his disciple had created that the hole in him began to close, the flame began to rekindle, and the broken, power-obsessed heart began to beat.


    He meditated again for the first time in decades after his conversation with Gohan that day! Slowly but surely, his mental health was recovering, and even his exaggerated perversion was diminishing.


    He was still a perverted man, but not a sick man with no self-control like his canonical version. Perhaps noticing the change in his master, Gohan made an effort to live with and help him more.


    So when Muten Roshi met Bulma a few years ago, the image Bulma expected to see was very different. Although his body was old, there seemed to be a new vitality underneath it, as if he had a young heart again.


    Now, Roshi wanted to prevent his students from falling into her situation, because he could already see it in the future: they would reach the natural limit of their talents, and instead of breaking them, they would stop striving, maybe even retire.


    Roshi didn''t want that! People had a limit, but at least it was better than before, the creations of the Brief family could raise that limit more and more, step by step.


    Roshi could see a further way! He reviewed everything Mutaito had taught him, from the very basics to the very latest. He remembered his training at Karin Tower and even reviewed those years of obsession with power.


    And then... Roshi did not want to prevent his students from repeating his mistake. Power is important, but it should be neither the end nor the means, but something you gain by observing the landscape.


    Power should be something natural that comes to you, and with this revelation, Muten Roshi felt that this bottleneck in his power had completely loosened, allowing him to become strong again.


    ...


    "Master Roshi healed," Gohan murmured, feeling a strong emotion in his chest, relief.


    "Brat, I can hear you," Muten Roshi growled before noticing the device in Gohan''s hand, something that appeared to be a tablet.


    "Say hello to Bulma, Goku, and Chi-Chi, Master," Gohan said, turning the tablet in his hand to show the faces of the three youngsters on the screen.


    "Hey guys!" Goku greeted, and both Krillin and Yamcha returned the greeting.


    They had met before, Yamcha had fought Goku while Krillin had been introduced via video call, so they had at least communicated a lot. Muten Roshi stroked his white beard and looked curiously at the screen.


    "Technology does change quickly," the old man said, before also waving at the camera.


    "By the way, youngsters, when will you be back, I''d like you to guide your younger brothers a bit!" Roshi, as an elder from an era of traditional customs, took some things related to teaching martial arts very seriously.


    It didn''t matter if you were a 90-year-old man, when you entered a new martial arts school as a new apprentice, the apprentices with more time would be your elders, even if one of them was 10 years old, you had to respect him as an ''old person''.


    "Master Roshi, no one pays attention to old age anymore," Krillin muttered to the side, but Roshi patted his head angrily.


    "Son Gohan is my student, they are my ''grandchildren'', so they are your big brothers and sisters, so respect!" although he looked angry, there was a big smile on the old man''s face.


    ''Master Mutaito, wherever you are, I hope you can see what I have accomplished here... your legacy will live on,'' Roshi thought, remembering the old scenes he had experienced as a young man.


    Dramas with his other disciples, his older brothers, younger brothers, or equals. That arrogant young master, his rivalry with Tsuru. Roshi saw the reflection of his master Mutaito''s school in his disciples, and that made him happy.


    "Right now I''m learning knowledge with Doctor Norimaki, old man," Bulma said, not saying when she would finish.


    "I''m learning magic!" said Chi-Chi excitedly, showing the magic book in his hand.


    "Do you have a new technique, Grandpa Roshi?" asked Goku excitedly, and Roshi adjusted his dark glasses before answering.


    "Well, knowledge is important, but don''t forget to practice, Bulma. Chi-Chi, do you have a master? My sister is a powerful witch, I can introduce you to her. And Goku... yes, I have a new technique, would you like to see it?" asked Roshi, who began to thunder the bones in his neck and arms.


    "Master, when did you create a new technique?" asked Gohan in amazement.


    "When you were playing with that mermaid, you ungrateful apprentice," Roshi said to Gohan, causing the man''s face to turn red.


    "Anyway, let me show you what watching the path as you climb the mountain can bring you," Roshi walked a bit and came to the edge of the beach.


    "I must say that Yamcha''s technique of creating ki images inspired me a lot, it''s been a long time since I felt so inspired, now admire my new technique," Roshi said before his body inflated.


    His height increased, his muscles bulged, and even the flannel he was wearing tore, revealing his naked torso to everyone. Ki surged out of his body and the image of a black turtle with a snake tail appeared behind him.


    "Genbu!" Roshi shouted before punching forward with his fist.


    A bolt of blue Ki, similar to Kame Hame Ha, came out of his fist. This Ki attack pierced the air and split the sea. But even though it appeared to be a simple ki attack, its specialty was revealed at that moment.


    The energy attack began to expand, eventually turning into a wave of energy that pushed everything in front of it until it rose into the air, covering the entire sky with the bluish glow of this attack.


    "What do you think?" asked Muten Roshi, exhausted by such a display of energy, but quite excited by what he had accomplished.

 42: Stands... no. Just Ki projection.

    "Yamcha''s technique is so weird." Goku scratched his head and read the document on the tablet in his hand.


    "It was created according to the ideas of the ''Wolf School, '' but Yamcha improved it. He seems to have a very good talent for creating techniques," Bulma said, stopping reading the tablet in her hand.


    "But... it seems to be quite suitable for us, doesn''t it? I already want to create my own Ki projection," Chi-Chi commented, who had stopped studying magic for today to pay attention to this technique.


    Since yesterday, when Master Roshi showed his new technique and the use of the image of Genbu, the Black Turtle of mythology, to create a powerful technique, Bulma''s group became interested in this knowledge.


    So Yamcha and Gohan wrote a document together, which was sent to the teenagers a few hours ago. Bulma read the contents several times to memorize them and realized that this technique could work quite well with her and Goku.


    All because they could use their ''other selves'' hidden in their souls as the basis for the projection. But Goku was a little confused about this, and not surprisingly, he learned more by imitation than by study.


    If one could say what was the most outstanding talent Goku possessed? The answer would be simple: Imitation. He imitated the Kame Hame Ha by seeing it only once, he imitated the Hakai of the God of Destruction without even using the ''Ultra Ego.''


    So, Goku''s imitation talent was not in doubt. Then Bulma decided to be the first to use this technique, because along with the crude method that Goku had to draw power from his Ozaru form, a method that she had learned, Bulma had the idea that she could make certain progress in the development of her natural abilities.


    Bulma closed her eyes. This technique, simply called ''Ki Projection,'' blended concepts such as meditation, mental space, and mental totem, which are basic concepts of Ki.


    Meditation was easy to think about; it was to enter a state of relaxation and introspection, and anyone could do it. Depending on the purpose, meditation has different methods and purposes, but anyone can meditate.


    When you imagine, when you think, when you hear the voice in your head, when you read something, all of that is in your mental space. Only when a person trained their mind could they use this metaphysical place in their mind to do incredible things.


    Mages, psychics, and martial artists often used the mind space because it was so useful. Even martial artists could arrange mental ''encounters'' where they could chat or fight with another person in a ''realistic'' way.


    The mental totem was perhaps more of an occult concept for people, something that was used in certain meditation methods. Imagine something concrete, it can be a marble, a flame, a rock, whatever.


    As you meditate, you focus on that object, outlining its details, imprinting it completely in your mental space, to the point where you can evoke it without having to outline all of its complicated details.


    It has been used a lot to keep the mind busy and calm, improve the will, etc. Anyone can use this type of meditation, but for a martial artist, it is key to using certain techniques.


    So Yamcha''s technique was a kind of deepening of these three methods, integrating them deeply and mixing them with Ki, a versatile energy, though very difficult for its users to explore.


    That''s why derivatives like Magic or Psion were more ''visually interesting'' while Ki is generally just energy beams. But as integrated systems are highly interdependent, things from one side are applied to the other.


    Perhaps because he grew up with Puar, Yamcha integrated some ideas of psychic power into the technique so that when you created your ki projection, a person could manifest that construct outwardly.


    Bulma skipped a few steps, or well, she had already done them before, so she quickly opened her eyes. Both Goku and Chi-Chi felt something huge and strange looking at them, so they focused on Bulma.


    Behind the blue-haired girl, a very blurry image appeared; it was a naked woman covered with wings. Wings on her temples, several wings on her back, wings on her waist, wings on her wrists and ankles.


    These wings were similar to feathers, but some of them looked more like leaves imitating feathers than real feathers. This being''s hair was blue, like Bulma''s, but it had a vine-like appearance.


    The figure was curled up around Bulma. Its massive body exuded an unusual pressure, even if it wasn''t looking at the two young men. Goku and Chi-Chi felt that a superior being was watching them intently; they even noticed... curiosity.


    "Wow..." was all Goku could say when he saw this projection, and his words caught the attention of this being, who looked up and looked into Goku''s eyes.


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    At that moment, Goku felt something connect with him, and deep within him, an angry and proud presence emerged and roared outward. From Goku''s body, the roar inevitably came out of his mouth, causing the living room to shake.


    "Monkey," an ethereal voice came out of Bulma''s projection, with a voice similar to hers, but Goku could only look at the ground, avoiding the deep purple eyes of this being.


    "He didn''t like it when you looked at him," Goku said, understanding the reason for the scream he had unintentionally let out.


    "Funny," the projection burst out laughing, and with his laughter, everyone felt that the atmosphere had become warmer and more humid, similar to a tropical area.


    "Is this Sister Bulma''s other self? She''s quite beautiful," Chi-Chi said, curiously approaching the projection.


    As if in appreciation of Chi-Chi''s comment, the hand of the projection approached the young girl''s body, trying to touch her head, but her energy body did not have much integrity or solidity, so it pierced Chi-Chi''s body.


    "Are you Bulma?" Goku asked, feeling strange about the way this projection was acting, so his body tensed, being alert.


    "Yes," the projection replied, noticing Goku''s emotions before looking at Bulma''s body, who had her eyes closed as she controlled this projection.


    "You seem to have a hard time talking through the projection. I didn''t see that application in the paper," Chi-Chi commented, and Bulma''s projection nodded.


    For Bulma, using this projection to perform was a very new experience... and somewhat disturbing. She never forgot that the ''Plant'' creatures were technically dimensional beings, and even though her version had wings that looked like leaves or vine hairs, it didn''t change the basic fact.


    They were not beings of this plane. Their view of the world was very strange, and talking to them was very difficult for Bulma because the way the Plants experienced the world was different from humans.


    Of course, she could sense this difference because she could not control this power; she could only evoke a small hint of it. It was like when Goku was in an uproar when he transformed into Ozaru because he had not yet mastered the power that lay within him.


    Bulma assumed that when she could master that power, her vision and actions would match her own without feeling stiff or strange. But even this uncomfortable feeling gave Bulma some inspiration.


    Only, since it was the first time she used this technique, and she was drawing on the power of her Plant version, her mental energy was being used up rather quickly, so soon the projection began to become more and more transparent, until it finally disappeared.


    Bulma opened her eyes, feeling dizzy and almost stumbling, but Chi-Chi caught her and prevented her older sister from falling. When Bulma felt that she could stand up on her own, she patted Chi-Chi on the head.


    "Thank you," Bulma thanked and sat down on the couch in the living room.


    She started to massage her temples, not taking a potion this time. She wanted to get used to this kind of feeling because she wanted to improve her resistance against it. She was succeeding, slowly but surely, and this situation would not be a problem for Bulma in the future.


    "Goku, were you able to learn?" asked Bulma quietly, and Goku nodded.


    Seeing how Bulma used the new technique, some confusing things in the document became clearer to him, so excited that he also closed his eyes and tried to create his projection.


    Only, unlike Bulma, it didn''t go as smoothly. A feeling of dread surged through Goku, as if a large predator was about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.


    Behind Goku, a being of rage, ferocity, and pride appeared, a translucent, ethereal version of an Ozaru. Perhaps because Goku was small, this projection was not as huge as the transformation he underwent when he saw the moon or was exposed to special waves.


    This was growled, making the house shake with the noise. Soon, Oolong went over to take a look and stumbled upon this terrifying scene. The poor pig lost the pink color of its body and turned white.


    "What is this!?" cried Oolong, attracting the attention of the projection, which roared at him and held out one of its hands menacingly.


    But instead of turning his poor little body into mush, as Oolong had imagined, the Ozaru''s hand stopped in front of him, waving gently as if in greeting.


    "Don''t be afraid, it¡¯s a new technique; Goku controls it. This is what it looks like when he transforms," Chi-Chi said, causing Oolong to regain his color.


    "For Kami, you martial artists are really weird. How scary," Oolong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.


    "It''s not scary; it''s like a big stuffed animal," Chi-Chi muttered, causing Oolong to look at her with dead eyes.


    "Right, because you''re in love..." Chi-Chi''s hand covered Oolong''s mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence.


    Oolong could see strange black smoke rising from Chi-Chi''s body, gathering into what appeared to be the figure of a woman in white robes, a high bun pierced by a large golden needle and long fingernails that seemed to drip blood.


    Bulma looked at this with some amazement. Except for some differences in certain details, the projection behind Chi-Chi looked exactly like Rakshasi, the ''sworn sister'' of a certain Great Sage, Heaven''s Equal.


    Bulma then watched the strange interaction between the projections of Goku and Chi-Chi, who began to communicate with each other through gestures, while Oolong slowly approached Bulma, seeking reassurance.


    "Bulma, you can do something like that, right? Can you show me?" Oolong asked curiously.


    After the fear and surprise had passed, Oolong became interested in this strange technique. If the others could do it, so could Bulma, so he wanted to see what the girl could do.


    "That''ll come later. right now, it''s killing my head." Bulma looked sideways at Oolong before asking her something.


    "Do you want to improve your transformation technique? Only five minutes must be very limiting," Bulma said, making Oolong think for a moment before she nodded.


    "Seeing you do such interesting things like flying, throwing lightning, and now this..." Oolong pointed at the projections of Goku and Chi-Chi, who were playing happily.


    "I want to be better, too," Oolong said, clenching his small fist with determination.


    He, too, was encouraged as he watched his new friends seemingly get better and better, so something began to grow inside him. At first, it was an internal debate: Did he need to improve?


    He could live a quiet life, maybe a little hectic, but certainly much safer than before. But now, seeing so many people struggling around him, some of it rubbed off on him.


    He wanted to make himself better! So, he accepted Bulma''s proposal without hesitation.

 43: Time skip.

    With new things to learn and new things to explore, study, and train, the time passed faster and faster. Bulma and her companions made good use of their time in Penguin Village and made significant progress.


    Aside from being another year older, now 17, Bulma also improved in her power. Her basic training under the enhanced gravity had increased her physical strength but also made her feel a strong desire to fight.


    Fortunately, the World Martial Arts Tournament was about to be held, where she and her classmates could meet other martial artists. This calms Bulma''s desire to fight.


    On the Ki side, she fully understood Ki Projection and integrated it into many of her other techniques, increasing her power. She also helped Goku, Chi-Chi, and Oolong train.


    Along the way, she also learned about Turbo Norimaki''s psychic powers as she interacted more with him. While her forte will always be Ki, having psychic power at her disposal helped her to have different ways to use her power.


    On the other hand, her physical transformation ability had advanced a lot. It wasn''t enough to drastically change her being, but some transformations to change her being became much easier for her.


    During the months Bulma spent studying with Doctor Norimaki, she learned many strange concepts and ideas. She will not have the strange ability of this doctor to create crazy machines, but her inventions had become a little more special.


    Goku, on the other hand, continued his physical training and meditation, deepening his relationship with his Ozaru-self. Maybe he didn''t have full control over it, but now he was confident that at least he wouldn''t hurt his acquaintances if he fell into a ruckus.


    Chi-Chi practiced magic and became a bit more skilled with it, but she didn''t neglect her physical training either. Goku always sought her out to train with him, making the young girl''s growth quite balanced.


    Oolong no longer had a time limit for his transformation. Because of Bulma''s advice, he starts to practice his psychic power directly and manages to complete his transformation technique.


    Only Bulma warned him about his technique; she didn''t want Oolong to imitate other people and do perverted things. Apart from that, everything went quite harmoniously and quickly.


    "Do they have to leave already?" asked Midori Norimaki with some sadness in her voice.


    The woman already had a huge pregnant belly, and from what Bulma could sense, the little creature to be born was very active in her mother''s womb, showing how healthy she was.


    "We have to. It''s been a long time since we''ve seen our family in person, and I want to do that before the tournament starts," Bulma replied, having canceled the capsule''s home form.


    "Besides, it''s not like we can''t see each other or communicate anymore. You can go to the tournament to see us," Goku added, causing Midori to touch his hair.


    This woman had become very familiar with Bulma''s group and had grown quite fond of them, so she felt sad. But, Goku''s words reminded her of this important fact: yes, she could see them whenever possible, so why stay sad?


    So Midori stroked Goku''s head, as if to remember the feel of the young man''s strange hairstyle, before she looked at Bulma, who was finishing her preparations.


    "You are always welcome here; you know? Wait, let me call my lazy husband," Midori noticed that Doctor Norimaki was not there, so she walked towards the house.


    "Dad''s in trouble," Turbo said with a chuckle as he floated around Bulma.


    His body had grown in these months, but the boy loved flying with his powers so much that Bulma had to tell him to learn to crawl and walk. Even though he knew how to do that now, he preferred to float whenever he was away from home.


    "The Doctor is a very sentimental man and doesn''t want to say goodbye," Chi-Chi replied with a smile on her face.


    "He''s a good man; too bad he''s short-sighted. Why couldn''t he make me a robot wife?" muttered Oolong, sad that he couldn''t convince Doctor Norimaki to fulfill his deepest dream.


    "If the Doctor does that, Midori will break his legs." Bulma looked at Oolong, especially his legs, indicating to the boy that he too would suffer those consequences if he continued with the topic.


    "You don''t understand! Many men like robots and women, so why not mix the two? I just want a wife!" Oolong shouted to the sky as if he were making a legendary statement.


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    "Why do you want a wife so badly? Aren''t you too young to have children?" Goku asked curiously, causing Oolong to look at him with a somewhat sinister smile.


    "You don''t know anything, Goku. you already have your wife..." Oolong could not speak any further as Chi-Chi''s fist hit his head, causing him to fight back the urge to cry as he cringed.


    "Stop trying to contaminate Goku with your weird ideas," Chi-Chi muttered to him, although his face was slightly red.


    "Have I a wife? But Chi-Chi and I have no children," Goku replied to what he could hear from Oolong, bringing the whole scene to a halt.


    Even Arale, who had risen from the ground, stared at Goku without saying a word. Chi-Chi''s face turned completely red. Oolong smiled with bad thoughts while Bulma crouched low enough to be her younger brother''s height.


    "Goku, do you want to have children with Chi-Chi in the future?" Bulma''s question was to the point, causing Goku to touch his chin as he thought about his answer.


    "I guess so, but I don''t understand Oolong''s insistence on having a wife. Isn''t it better to spend time fighting and wait until we are adults?" Goku looked at Bulma and waited for her to answer his doubts.


    Though he was no fool, he was very innocent to a certain extent, and growing up with Bulma, he got used to constantly questioning his doubts to learn more and more. He had not even neglected his classes at school, taking them virtually while training.


    As always, Bulma set out to answer Goku''s doubts. But first, the girl looked at Chi-Chi, who seemed to be cosplaying Majin Boo, with smoke coming out of her head and ears.


    "Don''t pay too much attention to Oolong; his personality and desires are different from yours. As you rightly said, it''s best to wait until they grow up, when you reach adulthood, many things will become clearer to you. So just spend time with Chi-Chi, it will make her happy," Bulma advised before looking at the newly arrived Doctor Norimaki.


    "Ah, advising little Goku? I hope puberty doesn''t ruin his giggly attitude," Doctor Norimaki said before getting an elbow from his wife.


    He had tried to change the subject by talking about Goku, but his wife, who knew her husband well, slapped him, making it clear to Doctor Norimaki that he could not avoid this farewell.


    "Well, Bulma, are you leaving? I hope it wasn''t my fault, you know, my science is very different from the rest of the world and even though you learned well, I understand if you get angry with me because I can''t do the ''weird'' things I do, I..." Doctor Norimaki stopped talking when he was hugged by Bulma, he didn''t know what to say, so he looked at his wife nervously.


    "Master, thank you for everything you have taught me," Bulma said before separating from Doctor Norimaki, then she hugged Midori Norimaki as well.


    "Thank you for teaching me so many dishes." Bulma''s words made Midori burst into laughter as she held back tears, but some of them fell down her cheeks.


    "Come back when my daughter is born, okay? I want her to meet you soon. I''m sure she''ll like you." The woman patted Bulma''s head as if she were her daughter, and with this woman''s gentleness, perhaps she considered the young woman before her a part of her family.


    "Now me!" Arale approached Bulma and opened her arms wide.


    "I could never forget you! I have some ideas for your adult body, you just have to wait, okay?" Bulma bent down and hugged Arale''s body.


    "Okay!" the little gynoid said, mimicking Midori''s actions and patting Bulma''s head.


    After a few more goodbyes, the group was ready to leave, only this time, instead of using Bulma''s airship, they all flew quickly. Although Oolong was pulled along by Bulma''s psychic powers.


    The Norimaki family looked up and watched as the four figures soon flew through the sky, leaving trails of white energy before disappearing into the distance. The youngsters'' long stay in Penguin Village was over.


    ...


    "When I said I wanted to try flying, I didn''t mean being dragged around like this," complained Oolong, who was dizzy and seeing double.


    "You''re too slow, Oolong," Goku said, causing Oolong to give him a dirty look.


    "I''m just learning how to use my psychic powers! I''m not a monster like you or Turbo Norimaki!" complained Oolong, but at least he didn''t swear as much as before.


    "But you didn''t seem to complain during the trip," Chi-Chi pointed out, making Oolong grin mischievously.


    "I had a good view." Oolong glanced at Bulma''s back, causing Bulma to turn around, but the boy just whistled now.


    "Remind me to never take you again," Bulma said before looking at the entrance to her house and waiting for it to open.


    She could have flown straight home, but out of respect for her parents, she decided to land outside. She hadn''t entered her biometric data into the air defense system of her home, and she didn''t want to be bombarded by the energy cannons her father had installed.


    The doors opened, and a blonde woman ran up to Bulma and hugged her tightly. Her mother, Bikini, wasted no time, crushing Bulma against her body, almost smothering her poor daughter with her large attributes.


    "My baby, you''re back at last. I missed you so much~! I thought you''d leave us, live your life, and only come back when you gave birth to some punk who cheated on you!" Although it was nice at first to enjoy her mother''s loving words, Bulma noticed that the subject was getting strange very quickly.


    "Mom, do you still watch soap operas?" muttered Bulma, pulling away from her mother''s embrace with difficulty. She didn''t know how, but Bikini could always cling to her without her being able to defend herself.


    "I always enjoy the drama the writers come up with," Bikini said, seeing that her game had been deciphered by Bulma and simply pulled away from her daughter, hugging Goku and Chi-Chi warmly.


    "I missed you so much," the woman said before looking at Oolong, whom she only reached out to but also winked at.


    "Where are my father and sister?" asked Bulma, who did not feel the presence of her relatives in the house.


    "Your father is doing some business, and your brother ran off with Jaco again. I know they''re friends, but if Tights keeps running off like this, she''s not going to find a good match.


    Jaco is nice, but he''s too short and has no aesthetic sense." Bikini approached her daughter, holding her arm as if she were a lifelong friend and telling her some gossip.


    "And tell me, Bulma, when are you going to get me a nice girl to meet?" Bikini''s words scared Bulma, but what she didn''t know was that a happy and special girl would be in front of her very shortly.


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 44: Ready!

    "Is this tournament worth entering, Lazuli? We''ve only been training for a while, and I don''t think we''re that skilled yet," asked a young man with dark hair, soft features, and an attitude that seemed to constantly exude confidence despite the negative tone of his voice.


    "I want to test myself, Lapis. How will we know if we''re good if we don''t fight others? Our strength is similar, and as twins, we know each other so well that it''s boring to fight each other," replied Lazuli, a young woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an aura of arrogance.


    "Have you seen the videos? There are many powerful martial artists, some with incredible techniques," said Lapis, looking at the TV screen they had in the living room.


    It showed a match between two fighters from a previous edition of the tournament. In it, they displayed some pretty sophisticated ki techniques, which made Lapis more interested but not enough to fight.


    "We can win a lot of money. They say Capsule Corp is sponsoring the prize of this tournament with a lot of money and some special things." Lazuli concentrated on a pamphlet describing the tournament, its requirements, how it worked, and the prizes.


    But aside from the money, she was focused on one of the prizes, a strange fruit that helped preserve and enhance the beauty of its consumer. As a girl with a great aesthetic sense, how could she not want something that would help her to be more beautiful?


    For this reason, she had even changed part of her training routine because she didn''t want to develop big muscles like some of the wrestlers or boxers she had seen in the city.


    So the direction of the skills she was learning was different from what her brother was achieving, and it was here that aspects of both their personalities came through, conditioning their own created techniques.


    "We don''t need money, you know, but it''s obvious what you want," Lapis scoffed as he saw his younger sister''s eyes riveted on Beauty Peach.


    "What do you know, we can''t keep depending on that group, they''re crazy, we need our independence." Lazuli glared at her brother, causing Lapis to get serious.


    "Yes, I don''t like the way they try to influence our lives. They adopted us and raised us, but they never asked us if we wanted to be a part of them; they just assumed we owed them something.


    Perhaps paying them with the bounty from the tournament is a good idea," Lapis said, and for a moment, the energy of his body manifested itself in a greenish aura around him, but it soon vanished.


    He was going to protect his sister with this power he had trained so hard to acquire, he did not know the real difference between him and other artists, so now, convinced by Lazuli, he wanted to test himself against other martial artists.


    He didn''t know that his ''original story'' had changed quite a bit and had taken a unique path; what he did know was that when he found the person who opened the way to martial arts for them, he would thank him.


    With only a few days left before the tournament began, the two brothers decided to prepare in time, using some of their savings to buy a plane ticket to the island where the competition would be held.


    ...


    "Chaoz, are your things ready?" called Ten Shinhan to his companion.


    "Yes! I was just picking up a few things," Chaoz replied, using his psychic powers to float a few bags of items behind him.


    "Master Tsuru will be proud of our improvement," Ten Shinhan said with some excitement in his tone.


    He had been training with Master Tsuru since he was a little boy, but only recently had he left him because he felt a strange calling.


    So it was that he and Chaoz ended up at the landing site of what appeared to be a spaceship, where he learned a great deal about himself as a descendant of an alien race that others crudely referred to as Triclops.


    Fortunately, he found no remains of bodies or the like, but from what little he could learn, this spaceship fell to Earth hundreds of years ago. The small number of Triclops on the planet left only two possible fates.


    Either they were wiped out, or they intermingled with the humans to the point where they were fully integrated, Ten Shinhan being one of those who had a genetic atavism and returned to his ancestors.


    Although these possible discoveries made him feel a little bad, he quickly recovered at the prospect that he could learn a lot from the culture of this race, as well as some techniques unique to them.


    It was this situation that made him feel more confident that his goal of becoming a great assassin like Tao Pai Pai was something he could realize and overcome, so he eventually decided to aim for higher mountains.


    For the time being, he respected Tsuru and his younger brother Tao Pai Pai very much. But when he thought of his teacher, he couldn''t help but think of his classmate Yulin, a witch who also studied martial arts at the same school as them.


    "Hey Chaoz, should we invite Yulin to the tournament? I feel like we have been ignoring her a lot," Ten Shinhan said suddenly, causing Chaoz to stare at him and even use his psychic abilities to scan him.


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    Ten Shinhan obviously noticed his friend''s actions and a grimace appeared on his face, he really was a very isolated guy who rarely wanted to interact with others, so Chaoz was surely mocking him in his own way.


    "This girl is scary, but it''s okay; we can bring her in. Though, I still don''t understand the master''s obsession with having a witch train martial arts.


    Something about ''he has a witch around, I must have one too'', I never understood the master when he starts obsessing over Muten Roshi," Chaoz floated quietly, taking advantage of the freedom he had to say whatever he wanted for now.


    Although Tsuru was a very greedy person, he was someone who was very strict with his teachings and old manners, always assuming that he would never ''deviate'' from the true path like Muten Roshi, who always got along with his students.


    For Tsuru, his orders as a master were absolute for his disciples, who had to follow a strict hierarchy, so in a way he didn''t really like mixing Yulin with Chaos or Ten Shinhan, who had better ''talents'' and were the ''older brothers''.


    Even if he taught certain people just for money, as long as they were under his tutelage, they had to follow his orders as a teacher. According to him, this was common in the past, but now only he followed this great ''tradition''.


    He even said that he did not create the so-called ''sect'' because people today are not as eager for martial power as they used to be, and Mutaito''s sect was the last to be founded and dissolved.


    "The master is obsessed with small things." Ten Shinhan frowned subconsciously at the thought of all the strange things Tsuru did, but his respect for him remained the same, at least for now.


    "Anyway, let''s not waste any time. Let''s go," Ten Shinhan said before taking flight.


    Soon, the two young men left the ruins of the crashed ship behind, and although it was a desolate sight, the signs of human habitation in the area at least gave the place some charm.


    ...


    "My master will allow me to watch the match from here, boys, I hope you do your best," Kami''s voice could be heard in the gym of the Brief House, where a motley group of people had gathered.


    "Are we talking to Kami-Sama?" Krillin looked up in disbelief before pulling several wooden beads from his pocket, closing his eyes, and beginning to pray.


    It had been a long time since he had done that! He had never really believed that Kami-Sama existed, so he had put aside his teachings on the subject, but seeing Bulma casually interacting with God, he decided to dedicate a prayer to her again.


    "You don''t have to exaggerate, little Krillin, I can hear you without praying, don''t worry," Kami-Sama said, very used to Krillin''s reaction.


    It was one of the most common! Only Bulma and her acquaintances would get used to him as quickly as they did that day; normal people reacted like Krillin''s or Yamcha''s, who looked up with a slightly angry face but didn''t speak.


    Kami-Sama, from the other world, sighed. He understood Yamcha''s bad mood, but as a god, the worst he could do was perform miracles left and right. Besides, he was one of those who believed in the saying ''teach a man how to fish''.


    His job was to protect the Earth and encourage people to improve themselves little by little, which is why you could say there were so many great minds on planet Earth; it was literally ''divine grace'' that facilitated their births.


    Speaking of Yamcha, the boy was nervous and stood mute in front of Bikini and Bulma, but at least he was no longer frozen, but his eyes were kept away from the two women, not wanting to suffer any mishaps.


    "Anyway, Kami, did you learn anything new in the other world?" Goku asked curiously, even his tail swaying gracefully, wanting to know what powerful and mysterious things Kami-Sama had learned.


    "Some things you can learn for yourself if you come here one day," Kami-Sama replied mysteriously, making Goku want to ask more, but Bulma covered his mouth.


    "Do you want Goku to die? Or can we go without dying?" asked Bulma with a small smile on her lips, waiting for Kami-Sama''s answer.


    "You always see the strange side of the things I say, Bulma..." Kami-Sama sighed audibly before continuing.


    "Yes, you can get to the other world by following the official passages or by being transported here. If you want to come to my master, you will have to go a long way to prove your determination," Kami-Sama replied, causing the martial artists present to become interested.


    Muten Roshi stroked his beard, and although his eyes were covered by his sunglasses, Bulma, sensing his emotions, could feel that the old man was like a sun filled with excitement at this news.


    "That sounds very good, Kami-Sama. But first, it would be good for them to follow the normal path, wouldn''t it? After the tournament, they''ll go to Karin''s Tower and then, if you agree, to the Lookout," Gohan said, trying to calm the boys'' emotions.


    "Oh, Karin''s Tower, I still remember that greedy cat..." muttered Roshi, before his body shook, he felt that someone was looking at him with malice, but he couldn''t identify from where.


    Then he realized that Karin, an ''Immortal'' from distant times who could observe the past and present through certain artefacts in his tower, was watching the group.


    "First, the Mythical Kami-Sama, and now the Tower of Legends. it seems this world has many things I don''t know." Krillin touched the area where his nose should be, and this gesture attracted Goku''s curious attention.


    "There are many interesting things, like magic," Chi-Chi said before showing her palm, where a flame appeared and gradually turned into a lotus flower.


    "It seems that your magic talent is quite high," Roshi said, taking off his glasses as he watched Chi-Chi''s little trick.


    "Obviously! She''ll be the future mother of my children," Goku boasted, puffing out his chest as he managed to free himself from Bulma''s ''evil'' grip.


    Only he didn''t know the full power of his words; Bulma slapped her face in embarrassment, Krillin and Oolong looked at Goku with envy, Roshi and his apprentice Gohan gave him a thumbs up.


    Bikini burst out laughing. Doctor Brief stopped teasing the little cat that always lived on his shoulder and looked quizzically at Goku, and if you paid attention, you could hear the laughter of one god and the resigned sigh of another.


    Yamcha was holding back his laughter, and Chi-Chi had turned completely red, but this time, he was able to control his mood swings. Seizing the opportunity, Chi-Chi clung to one of Goku''s arms, causing Goku to smile as usual.


    "Ah, sometimes I think maybe you broke your head as a child, but no, you''re just incredibly innocent," Bulma muttered before smiling.


    Goku still had his innocence, but Bulma knew her younger brother. The boy also had a cunning and intelligent side, but he seemed to be more comfortable letting himself go, showing his whimsical nature once again.


    "The amazing thing is that I can use this strange cloud," Oolong pointed to Kinton, the flying cloud that Roshi had given to Goku and that was always circling the gym.


    "It''s comfortable. I like it very much," Goku replied, looking at the cloud, which recognized his gaze and flew towards him like a puppy.


    Seeing Goku surrounded by Kinton, with his magic staff on his back and Chi-Chi at his side, Bulma felt that she was seeing not only the Saiyan but also the fearless monkey who dared to cause chaos among the gods.


    It seemed that every wild monkey with a staff and a cloud was always causing trouble for the gods in one way or another.

 45: Uranai Baba.

    As the day of the tournament drew nearer, the island where it was to be held began to welcome the arrival of many tourists who came to see the fights, but also to enjoy the resort that had been built on the site.


    As an event that took place every three years, it was a very popular activity that attracted people and creatures from all over the world, so it was not unusual to see not only humans or animals, but also intelligent animals capable of speaking, or even some supernatural creatures.


    Vampires, werewolves, mummies, and even some people with wings on their backs, although they may have been just people with animal features, because there were a lot of those people on Earth.


    So, no one noticed a small group of humans strolling through the busy streets of the island, enjoying the scenery, the vibrancy, and so many things trying to attract their attention.


    "Look, Bulma! Ice cream made with blood!" Chi-Chi pointed to a rather strange ice cream stand shrouded in shadows that only revealed the red eyes of the vendor.


    But there was a sign in front that said it was for sale: ice cream flavored with blood and some extra fruits or flavors, specially prepared for vampires. However, anyone could eat it because the blood used was artificial.


    The interesting thing is that it seemed to be quite popular, and many people were lining up to get popsicles, cones, and tubs of ice cream with a crimson hue, but if you looked closely, you could even see the chocolate chips.


    There was even a strange guy in a red and black suit with two swords on his back. Despite what seemed to be his body odor, many people were separated from him, except for another person dressed in yellow and black armor, whose only eyepiece glowed the same color as his coat, red.


    "Hey, cousin, don''t you want one of these ice creams? Some people are curious to try it. Aren''t you?" The red and black clad man looked into the empty air, chatting to something or someone no one else could see.


    "I''m not a damn vampire," the armored man replied, his voice distorted by some kind of voice changer.


    Bulma didn''t understand the strange interaction between these two men, but when she tried to use her empathic ability, she had to cancel it soon after. During the time she kept it activated, she understood that sometimes she should not use it.


    On the part of the man in the yellow and black armour, she felt the emotions of two entities placed in his body, except for his own. She could feel the emotions of reluctance and boredom from the red cloak he was wearing.


    She could also feel the emotions of happiness, pride, ferocity, and hunger from the armor. Still, the man wearing those two objects looked like an emotional black hole, emitting nothing, as if he were dead.


    On the other hand, the man in the red and black suit had such chaotic emotions that they covered everything around him, as if he could not contain his emotional fluctuations.


    Not only that, but there were so many emotions, so many changes, that it quickly became a strange psychedelic show to her senses, and as if noticing her intrusion, these emotions ''attacked'' her, forcing her to deactivate her ability.


    "Hey, that girl just saw something she shouldn''t have," the strange man in the red and black suit turned his head and looked directly at Bulma, causing his ''cousin'' to look at the blue-haired girl as well.


    "Hmm, we''d better go then. I don''t want to disturb anyone else''s universe." The armored man nodded to Bulma before tapping his partner on the shoulder. Soon, they both disappeared.


    "What the hell?" Bulma wondered quietly, but her mother patted her gently on the head.


    "Daughter, we shouldn''t judge people by their tastes," Bikini said, looking at her daughter reproachfully.


    Although the woman always had her eyes closed, her senses were quite sharp, and she even seemed to be able to see without using her eyes, which seemed to be more of a personal ability of the woman.


    "No, that''s not what I meant," Bulma tried to speak, but she was silent, unable to find a way to explain what had happened.


    She had just seen Deadpool and Deathstroke in this universe, so an old memory was triggered in her mind. She had read a 6,000-chapter fanfic that told the story of a Deathstroke who could travel throughout the Omniverse.


    So if he was indeed that man, she was reassured. Yes, this guy was a very different traveler from the others. He knew this was her ''universe'', and he left. Then Bulma decided to keep quiet. Why bother with something unimportant?


    She already had a big cake in this universe and was not looking to travel to other universes, so she had no worries. Having come to this realization, Bulma relaxed completely.


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    "So, what can we do on this island?" asked Bulma, trying to change the subject to something else that the others could participate in.


    "Well, it says here that there are various entertainment facilities, various types of restaurants, and even saunas and hot springs!" replied Doctor Brief, reading the information from his tablet.


    "I want to go to the hot springs!" Bikini approached her husband, opened her eyes, and looked at him tenderly, causing him to nod resignedly.


    "Fine," Doctor Brief replied before listening to the others'' responses.


    "Entertainment? Will there be karaoke? It would be fun to sing," Oolong said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.


    "Good choice, young Oolong. Karaoke is fun, hehehe," Roshi laughed, making Oolong feel understood for the first time in this world.


    "I want to go to the amusement park," Krillin said, because, after all, he was just a teenager of the same age as Goku.


    "I want to buy some new clothes," Yamcha mentioned his wish. he had enough money, but he had not taken out space to replace all his clothes that had been eroded by the sun and the desert sand.


    This situation made him feel a little uncomfortable wearing those old clothes in front of people who always seemed to be wearing new clothes without repeating them. So, Yamcha wanted to have a good time choosing and buying new clothes for himself.


    "I want to eat!" said Goku, and Chi-Chi nodded at his words.


    "They say that Lynn Minmay will give a concert." Gohan looked at a screen in the distance, which showed the news of the concert.


    "Are you interested in singers?" Bulma looked at Gohan reproachfully, but he just nodded, showing no change in his emotions.


    "Sure, I met her through one of my... friends. She just can''t come with us." Gohan''s facade broke a little when she mentioned her supposed friend, and he blushed.


    "Of course..." Bulma just shook her head before she thought about what to do.


    "But first of all, we should register for the tournament," Bulma said, without knowing what to do, pointing to the next step, her registration for the tournament.


    "True, it''s not good to leave these things to the last minute, but you know, as a VIP, I could just let you in, you know?" said Doctor Brief, but his words made Bulma shake her head.


    "While that would be ''normal, '' I''d like to go through the usual process. Our goal is to fight each other and learn; that would take some of the meaning out of it," Bulma replied, making her father smile.


    "Good, then let''s speed things up," Doctor Brief finished, walking arm in arm with Bikini, who seemed to be in awe of everything around her.


    Not to be outdone, they even saw a large Tyrannosaurus Rex walk by with a blue hat on its head and, noticing Bikini''s gaze, bowed before continuing on its way.


    They even saw a fortune-telling stall where an old woman with purple hair was reading a woman''s fortune. Roshi noticed that this was her sister, but the two always kept their distance, so he gave her a nod before pointing to Chi-Chi.


    "Big sister, I have an apprentice for you!" shouted Roshi, attracting the attention of his sister, Uranai Baba, who scowled at him.


    "You fool! Not just any brat can be my pupil!" the old woman replied grumpily before looking at Chi-Chi, who had a quizzical expression on her face.


    "Wait..." Uranai Baba approached them, sitting on the crystal ball and using it to levitate and transport her body.


    "Child, how many years have you been studying magic?" asked Uranai Baba, watching Chi-Chi''s face constantly, though the young girl felt that the vision of the witch before her was seeing something ''different'', something she didn''t yet understand.


    "I have only been learning for a few months." Chi-Chi''s words astonished Uranai Baba, who looked incredulously at her younger brother, who nodded proudly.


    "She''s also quite a skilled fighter, you know; she''s very talented," Roshi said to his younger sister, unable to hide the pride on his face.


    "Your soul is perfect for learning magic," Uranai Baba said creepily, so Chi-Chi hid behind Goku, who looked at the old witch seriously.


    "Get a hold of yourself," Roshi glared at his sister, making her blush with embarrassment.


    "I''m not an evil monster! But you know that magic depends a lot on the quality of the soul, and this girl''s is pretty much in line with magic," Uranai Baba pointed out before staring at Goku and noticing something in him that made her recoil in fear.


    "Phew... what a ''wild'' young man," the witch muttered before examining all the young men present.


    She looked at Goku''s soul and noticed a creature full of ferocity that seemed to notice her intrusive gaze and growled at her. Uranai Baba then looked at Yamcha''s soul and noticed some peculiarities in it.


    The same thing happens with Krillin''s soul, but when she sees Bulma''s soul, she almost falls out of her crystal ball, so she quickly deactivates her soul vision. All because she saw a strange being staring at her in silence, as if the being was offended by her gaze.


    "Have you been looking into people''s souls again?" asked Roshi with some reproach in his voice, causing Uranai Baba to lower her head in embarrassment.


    "You know, every person who dabbles in magic has curiosity and their particular peculiarities." Uranai Baba said those words to justify herself, but if you noticed, her crystal ball was floating as far away from Bulma as she could.


    "That''s no excuse," Roshi said, but his sister just stuck her tongue out at him before handing Chi-Chi a piece of paper.


    "If you can''t learn on your own, come see me," the old woman said before floating off to her divination station.


    The thing about manias was true; one of Uranai Baba''s was her desire to observe the souls of others, but another was to make money, lots of money. And what better way to do that than to divine those rich people!


    So, Uranai Baba didn''t want to waste any more time with her younger brother and didn''t even say goodbye because, as a soothsayer, she could sense that she would have a lot of communication with Roshi in the future, so there was no need to be in such a hurry.


    Making more money was what mattered to her now!


    "So... can we go register now?" asked Yamcha quietly, not sure why, but it seemed that the registration for the tournament was taking longer than it should have.


    "Yes, we won''t stop for anything this time," Bulma said, but soon, she would know that she wouldn''t be able to fulfil that purpose, at least for today.


    On their way, they met Tights, accompanied by Jaco, who was quite frightened when he saw Goku, as he always was when he met the young Saiyan, all because he was afraid of him.


    "This is going to take a while." Bulma patted her face, somewhat desperate at the situation.

 46: 21st World Martial Arts Tournament.

    Fireworks were shot into the night sky, illuminating the sky with their various colors. Some of them formed the number 21, indicating that this would be the twenty-first edition of this tournament.


    "Welcome to the 21st edition of the World Martial Arts Tournament!" shouted a man with blond hair, dark glasses, a black suit, and a wireless microphone in his hand.


    He sat at what appeared to be a table next to a rather recognizable old man, Muten Roshi, wearing a black suit and matching hat. Their faces were shown on large screens so people in the upper tiers could see the fights.


    Thanks to Capsule Corp''s sponsorship, the signal from this event was broadcast around the world, making this perhaps the most watched and largest of all.


    "We are here to witness the best of the best in martial arts! And if that wasn''t enough, I had one of the former champions standing next to me.


    Not only that! He is a legendary person who is considered to be the strongest man in the world. Without further ado, let''s give a strong salute to the legend, the myth, Muten Roshi of the Turtle School!" the host announced his partner, Muten Roshi, with much excitement and energy.


    The audience became excited, and many people began to shout. All present were in a huge stadium that might be seen in the future but was made possible at this time thanks to the ample resources of Capsule Corp.


    The screens even showed a black and white recording of Muten Roshi fighting Tsuru. Both were wounded and exhausted, their clothes tattered, but with fighting spirit burning in their eyes.


    There was no sound in this video, but the montage was made with music that seemed pretty good and gave it an epic feel. Even Tsuru, who was in the training area, watched this video with some nostalgia in his eyes.


    "Thunder Shock Surprise!" they both seemed to be shouting, but only those who knew about this event knew the name of the technique.


    From the hands of the two fighters, a green thunderbolt shot out and crashed into the middle of the road. As students of the same master, Mutaito, this was one of the most powerful techniques available to them.


    But in the end, Roshi''s ki and training were superior, defeating his opponent''s lightning and trapping him in his thunder. The green electricity made Tsuru shake uncontrollably; even his skeleton seemed to show.


    In the end, it was Roshi who effectively prevailed and won this edition of the tournament. This tournament was usually canceled for several years for various reasons before being resumed.


    So this match took place almost 150 years ago, which shows how old this event was. But after the heroics of the ''Strongest Man in the World'' were shown, many people looked at the figure of Muten Roshi on the screen with varying degrees of interest.


    "Did you see how great Mr. Muten Roshi was? And we have him here as a companion and commentator for this edition, so do you have any words for the young fighters? For you, they are young." The host made a little joke, making Roshi smile before he spoke.


    "Ah, that video brought back old memories. If I had to give one piece of advice to the younger ones, it would be to not be obsessed with glory, to give your best in the fight, it doesn''t matter if you lose or win, what matters is the experience", Muten Roshi''s words, being the one who said them, were taken seriously by many fighters.


    While many were still thinking about the glory and money they could win if they came in first, others who were a bit worried or nervous calmed down and realized that this was truly an opportunity to gain experience that would be invaluable to them.


    "There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! The words of Muten Roshi are full of wisdom! Without further ado, let''s review the rules of this tournament.


    First of all, it is forbidden to kill your opponent. We are not responsible for any injuries, but if for some reason you kill your opponent during the fight, believe me, disqualification will be the least of your regrets," the moderator said in a serious voice, and even his unusually cold tone made the crowd start to murmur.


    "If a person is unconscious, lies on the ground for more than 10 seconds, or leaves the area designated for the match, they are out. Likewise, if a person surrenders, either by word or gesture, they will be disqualified.


    If the opponent decides to continue attacking despite the other person''s surrender or disqualification, he/she/they will also be disqualified. We are here to share the martial arts experience and to have fun, not to act out of control.


    No weapons, drug use, gadgets, or concoctions of any kind are allowed. However, all forms of power are allowed.


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    This means that the use of Ki, Psychic power, or Magical power is allowed, as long as you have indicated on your application form that you are the possessor of such forms of combat.


    For people who can fly, either with wings or their means, the maximum height is 50 meters in the air in any direction. If you go too far, you will be disqualified.


    In addition¡­" the moderator then talked about some minor rules, such as avoiding intentional obscenity during the fight.


    After that, it was explained that there would be an introductory activity before the preliminaries began. Soon, some dancers appeared in front of the audience and danced while a singer, Lynn Minmay, sang the opening of this event.


    ...


    "How much money did Dad spend to have that girl sing twice?" Bulma wondered quietly as she watched the show from the wrestling area.


    "I don''t know, but I like her music." Goku waved his tail as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the music.


    "She has that effect, I guess." Bulma didn''t understand why there was a woman with that name in this universe. Some kind of reference?


    She didn''t mind too much because she also enjoyed the music. Even Chi-Chi, instead of being jealous that Goku liked another woman''s voice, was also enjoying the song.


    "I don''t know why, but it relaxes me to hear her sing, as if all the savagery in Ozaru is soothed by her voice, as if it wasn''t worth the sheer brutality. She''s a good choice to open the tournament," Goku said critically and intelligently, getting right to the point.


    "It seems you''re not only talented in fighting, Goku," Krillin said beside him, not quite understanding how Goku came to such a wise conclusion.


    Since Krillin didn''t know Goku very well, he had taken on the facade that everyone sees, how restless the Saiyan was. But Goku was the type to hide his wisdom very well, to expose his childish side to the others, to set a trap.


    Yes, Goku was ''fighting'' long before his battle began, giving many fighters the impression that he was just a wild and capricious child who barely understood a little music.


    Bulma only noticed that some people''s emotions when they looked at Goku were full of contempt and mockery, but others looked at him more cautiously, including a rather tall boy with three eyes.


    When Bulma looked at him, he noticed Bulma''s gaze as well. Maybe it was because of his third eye, but Ten Shinhan had an unusually sharp perception and could even see some things that others could not.


    Looking at Bulma, he could only sense a hint of danger in her, and although his Ki sense told him that this woman''s strength was average, Ten Shinhan trusted his instincts enough to ignore that detail.


    For her part, Bulma simply smiled at Ten Shinhan, who returned the gesture with a nod. Then the blue-haired girl looked at other more ''promising'' fighters.


    There was a man in monk''s robes in a meditative position. Bulma felt that the man''s state of mind was similar to Gohan''s when she first met him, but much stranger, as if it was a different ''path, '' something that caught Bulma''s attention.


    At that moment, the meditating man opened his eyes, and their gazes collided. Bulma felt like she was in the hands of a great being, but soon her ''other self'' looked on from a similar position, balancing things out.


    After this brief test, the two nodded, knowing that if they met and fought, they would both learn much from each other. Having come to this silent conclusion, Bulma continued to look around.


    Another person she observed was a former champion who stood alone, no one approaching him because of his imposing appearance. The man just glanced at Bulma when he felt the girl''s gaze but then went back to his business.


    Surprisingly, Bulma exchanged glances with a purple-haired woman who, noticing the girl''s attention, winked seductively at her, causing Bulma to suddenly blush.


    "Bulma, do you have a fever?" Goku asked suddenly, noticing his older sister''s blush, but Bulma shook her head before patting her face.


    "No, I''m fine," Bulma replied before noticing the strange smiles on Yamcha and Krillin''s faces, knowing that the two boys would tease her about it in the future.


    Back to evaluating interesting targets, Bulma noticed a rather fat green pterosaur, but even in this situation, it was eating voraciously.


    Finally, what caught Bulma''s attention were two people she had not expected to see here at all. Lapis and Lazuli, who seemed a bit nervous about the environment they were in.


    Bulma could sense that both of them had been training, not only that, but they had control over their own Ki, which caused them to take a very different path than they had in the original series.


    Many would be frightened by such a drastic change to what they knew, but since she was a little girl, Bulma had actively encouraged these kinds of different situations, so the surprise was only momentary before she felt excited.


    Though the unknown is terrifying, the fact that she could have her own adventure was something that intrigued her, even more so when she knew that she didn''t have to cling to the ''canonical'' or ''what should be or happen''.


    Noticing Bulma''s gaze, the twins glanced in her direction at the same time before paying no further attention to her. At least Lapis paid no attention to Bulma.


    She was just another competitor; why would he waste his time looking at her? However, Lazuli continued to pay attention to Bulma for a few more moments before her attention was drawn to her older brother.


    "Is there something about that girl?" asked Lapis, noticing the strangeness in his sister.


    As twins, the two were connected in a very mysterious way, and the training of their Ki enhanced this special connection between the two, so Lapis noticed certain things and asked his sister this question.


    "I don''t know, but you should be careful with her, she''s very... relaxed." that was what caught Lazuli''s attention, how relaxed Bulma was surrounded by so many fighters.


    Lazuli didn''t understand why, because even the nervousness of each fighter was obvious, more or less. But Bulma showed none of that, so she gave her a long look.


    "If she''s not nervous, it could be for different reasons. Either she is very strong, or she is so rich that she does not need the money for the championship. If she loses, who cares? One of those two options was the right one," Lapis thought after giving Bulma a quick look.


    What Lapis didn''t know at the time was that both cases applied perfectly to Bulma; she was both strong and rich. Being here was more about enjoying the atmosphere and, as Muten Roshi said, gaining experience.


    Therefore, Bulma was eagerly waiting for the preliminaries to begin!

 47: Start of the Preliminaries.

    "It looks like the audience has enjoyed the wonderful voice of our guest star, Lynn Minmay. Now, I hope they continue to have energy for what we will see next.


    The start of the preliminaries for the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament! All matches will be randomized, so let''s start with the first showdown of the night," the tournament announcer said, building up the atmosphere for the excitement of the match.


    On the screens, a black background was bisected by a white line. Soon, many random names in gold letters began to change at a dizzying pace.


    "And we have our two contestants, come on, Mr. Roshi, you announce who will start this tournament," as the names stopped changing, the announcer looked at Roshi, who took his own microphone.


    "The first to fight will be contestant Rock Lee against contestant Jean Paul!" With Roshi''s words, pictures of the two fighters appeared on all the screens.


    Below their pictures were their names, affiliations, and some other details such as their weights or heights. Soon the cameras caught the two wrestlers as they approached the arena.


    On one side was a young adult; the most striking thing about him was not only his extravagant green suit, which was quite tight to his body, but also his special haircut, that no matter from which angle you looked at it, his mushroom-shaped black hair seemed to radiate glitter.


    On the other side, Jean Paul was a man whose body was full of muscles, his white hair was extravagantly styled, and his torso was almost naked, wearing only a black suspender flannel.


    The two wrestlers entered the arena at the same time, and one of the monks in charge of the tournament approached the two men, for he would serve as referee.


    "Are both wrestlers ready to fight?" the referee asked.


    "Yes!" the two fighters replied at the same time, staring at each other.


    A tense atmosphere developed between them. Being the first to fight was a big burden for them, so the nervousness and anticipation grew more and more.


    "Then.... fight!" the referee announced, having two men loudly ring a large gong to announce the start of the match.


    The fighters didn''t hesitate much and started the fight. The beginning of the fight between the two was quite intense. Their fists collided, causing the wind to be expelled.


    Noticing that both of them had similar strength, a smile appeared on their faces; this was what they were looking for, to test themselves against other fighters, to push their limits, to explore new heights.


    Then, the battle between them broke out, with a constant exchange of blows, each demonstrating their particular style. Rock Lee''s way of fighting had many traces of martial arts schools, focusing more on powerful but fast punches and kicks.


    On the other hand, Jean Paul''s style was more restrained, keeping his defense most of the time and only counterattacking when necessary, but his punches were powerful enough, and he even used ki in his punches, making them resemble cannons.


    "Wow, the fighters aren''t taking it easy. They''re going all out from the start; they seem eager. What do you think, Mr. Roshi?" the announcer asked, causing Muten Roshi to touch his beard, but his attention never left the fight.


    He didn''t need to watch the fight through a screen where a slowed down video was shown so that inexperienced people could appreciate the fight. With his level of strength and experience, Roshi was able to notice many aspects that could be ignored, which is why he was a commentator.


    "The tension of the first match of the tournament, that''s why. But as they tested each other''s strength in that first exchange, you could see that they both decided to go all out and enjoy the process.


    Participant Rock Lee is younger, but I can see traces of many ''mundane'' martial arts, in other words, masters who for some reason could not use ki.


    I would not be surprised if he is a descendant of one of them. His fighting style is hard and fluid, but his main strength is direct physical damage." Roshi evaluated what was going on in the fight, first highlighting Rock Lee''s particular style.


    Many people in the stadium or from wherever they were watching the fight noticed that Rock Lee was indeed using some popular ''techniques'' that you might see in some dojos, but the way he used them and transitioned from one style to another showed the effort he had put into his training.


    "I don''t know if young Rock Lee knows how to use ki, but he has an enviable physique. On the other hand, Jean Paul seems to be someone who is creating his fighting style. As a connoisseur of Ki, he seems to have discovered the muscle growth that is conducive to this energy.


    Notice how his arms swell as he punches, and knowing that his punches are slow, he remains quite defensive. But notice how he deflects attacks, how he stands his ground, and how he takes every available opportunity to strike.


    Even I felt inspired watching this fight, truly young people are a treasure and the future of martial arts" Roshi''s words made some fighters pay more attention to Jean Paul, noticing these details.


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    "As expected from the strongest man," said one fighter, King Chapa, a former champion of these tournaments.


    He even felt some inspiration while watching the fight between the two fighters, whose fight was accelerating more and more. Only if you have some strength, training, or can feel the ki, you can perceive the action properly.


    "Looks like the old man is still hot~" said a female fighter, Lan-Fan, and shortly after her words, the two fighters suddenly separated.


    Rock Lee touched his left arm and felt a sharp sting of pain. He had used this limb to protect himself from one of Jean Paul''s attacks, but the force behind the blow was so great that he even felt his arm break.


    Worse, a strange energy was flowing into his arm, causing it to shake erratically. As a result, his arm was now shaking convulsively, limiting his control.


    "That strange energy again," Rock Lee muttered, but he didn''t know that the senses of a fighter with Ki were quite high, so Jean Paul heard him.


    "Boy, don''t you know what Ki is? That''s your disadvantage, because although we have similar strength, with this energy..." Jean Paul''s voice stopped, then he showed his right arm.


    An aura of white Ki appeared on his arm, veins appeared under his skin, and soon, his muscles began to swell. The pressure caused by Jean Paul increased at that moment, causing Rock Lee to swallow unconsciously.


    "With this energy, I can overpower you, boy." Jean Paul squatted before lunging at Rock Lee.


    His movement was fast, powered by Ki, he could somewhat solve the disadvantage of the extra weight caused by the way he used his technique. Rock Lee could only try to defend himself, but his mind was distracted.


    As a fighter who had reached his level of strength without relying on Ki, he knew that lack of control over that energy was a weakness, but he had come to this tournament hoping to achieve something.


    Now, he realized that even if he had the strength similar to another fighter, if he did not master this power, he would only be thrown out in the preliminaries, like now, without going far.


    So his distracted mind only reacted when the wind brought by Jean Paul''s big fist woke him up, but it was too late. Jean Paul wanted to punch the boy in the face, but as if he had changed his mind, he punched him in the stomach.


    "Cannon Punch!" Jean Paul shouted as he punched Rock Lee''s body.


    Along with the sonic boom caused by his punch, there was the sound of flesh colliding. Rock Lee''s abdomen caved in, and even his back seemed to protrude. Rock Lee''s body twisted into a ''V'' shape, but that was not the end of it.


    The shock wave passed through his body, exiting through his back, and then his body was thrown into the distance. Rock Lee soon fell to the ground, still lying on the sand. But his body was sliding dangerously over the edge.


    "That was quite a blow," Bulma said, feeling a hint of alien pain at seeing such an attack.


    Fortunately, it was not to the ribs, or everyone in the arena would have heard the crunch of broken bones. But as Bulma groaned, her empathic ability picked up Rock Lee''s emotions.


    Out of the pain, out of the confusion that clouded Rock Lee''s emotions, came sheer, hard determination. Bulma then watched as the young man stood up. Even with his chin full of vomit, the girl could see the boy''s burning eyes.


    ''If you have that name, how can you give up so easily? Come on, dude, perform a miracle,'' Bulma thought, feeling even more interested in this young man.


    "That... That was a good punch." Rock Lee wiped his face with his arm, and even though he could barely stand up, he had done it.


    "But even if I don''t know how to use this power, I will learn. In the meantime... let me hit you back my way." Rock Lee touched his temple gently and pressed it specially.


    Bulma, Goku, and every experienced fighter noticed the change in Rock Lee when he touched his temple. Although the boy did not know the use of Ki, this energy was in all living beings, and Rock Lee''s was boiling at that moment.


    The sound of a heart begins to sound, and Rock Lee''s skin slowly turns red. Jean Paul, curious about the changes in this boy, did not attack, wanting to see what was going on.


    "What a turn of events! After that big blow, the wrestler Rock Lee showed his willpower and got up. But why is his skin red now?" The host asked the same question as many people.


    "Because this guy has broken the natural limits of his body, now we are about to see the real battle between them," Muten Roshi replied, this time even wanting to stand up in admiration.


    Rock Lee let out a battle cry, though it sounded more like one of pain, then the young man''s body suddenly disappeared. Jean Paul narrowed his eyes and raised his guard.


    A red fist struck his body, knocking Jean Paul back several feet as he slid across the floor. Jean Paul felt it; the boy had increased his speed insanely and could only use his Ki-sense to perceive, but his reaction was lacking.


    He was then bombarded by Rock Lee''s attacks, constantly breaking or evading his defenses and absorbing his opponent''s incredibly powerful blows.


    "How intense! The camera is doing its best to pick up the trail of the fighter Rock Lee, he''s moving super-fast," the host was excited at this point.


    This was what he wanted to witness and report! An intense fight, a fight where everyone could see the incredible skills that the martial artists possessed. In the video, Rock Lee could be seen running around Jean Paul before breaking through his defense, but this time he caught his arm.


    Rock Lee started to spin, making Jean Paul spin with him. Then he threw him into the air. Jean Paul didn''t seem to be able to fly, so a frightened look appeared on his face, but Rock Lee didn''t wait for him to fall.


    He went up! With one leap, he managed to reach Jean Paul and began to kick him steadily, lifting him higher and higher. The crowd looked up in unison, watching as the wrestlers almost reached the height limit.


    Then he held Jean Paul''s body again and put it underneath him, then his fists began to hit his rival''s chest, his punches falling like rain and the sound of impact was similar to a machine gun.


    "Morning Peacock!" shouted Rock Lee before punching hard enough and at the right angle to send Jean Paul flying out of the arena.


    "Jean Paul is out of the arena! Rock Lee wins!" this time it was Muten Roshi who announced the result, quite excited and amazed by the young wrestler''s victory.


    Rock Lee fell into the arena, feeling tremendously weak, but knowing that he had won, he staggered and threatened to fall. But he was held up by hands resting on his back.


    "You must enjoy your first victory standing up, partner!" Rock Lee turned and saw a blue-haired girl smiling at him.


    Bulma could not help but come out to help; she was genuinely excited about the outcome of this fight, so she did not feel it was inappropriate to offer support to the young man she was holding.


    "Thank you..." Rock Lee murmured before looking out at the crowd chanting his name, feeling that this time he had fulfilled his father''s wish.


    ''Dad, here I am. I hope you can see me.'' Rock Lee looked up at the sky, feeling like he could see the blurry face of a man smiling at him as he gave him a thumbs up.


    The first fight of the preliminaries started with a bang!

 48: Preliminary battles.

    "That was certainly an excellent match, wasn''t it? Now we will announce the next fighters to face each other!" the announcer said, and the screen began to display the randomized names again.


    "The next match is between Lan-Fan and Bacterian!" Muten Roshi, who was adjusting quite well to being a commentator, was the one to announce the names of the next fighters.


    "Oops, looks like it''s my turn. See you soon~" Lan-Fan gave several kisses on the palms of her hands and pointed at her fellow fighters, and when she passed Bulma, she winked at her before continuing on her way.


    "That girl seems to like you, Bulma," Goku pointed out, noticing the strange interaction between the two women.


    "Goku, Lan-Fan is just being flirtatious, she doesn''t even seem to be an acquaintance of Bulma''s," Chi-Chi pointed out, causing Goku to nod, coming to that realization.


    "Then why did she wink at Bulma? If they''re not that well known," Goku continued, and Chi-Chi felt a little nervous, not knowing how to explain such things to the young Saiyan.


    "There are very friendly people in the world, Goku. Don''t think too much about such things." Bulma can understand Chi-Chi''s meaning through a glance, so she gives her younger brother the answer.


    "I don''t understand," maybe it was because of his Saiyan nature, even if Goku hadn''t broken his head, he was a bit ignorant in some subjects, as if there was a barrier between him and them.


    Luckily, the boy was more receptive to such topics, so Chi-Chi calmed down and began to explain the subtleties of those topics to him when Bacterian took the stage. His name, inspired by the terrible stench of the name, could even be smelled from afar.


    "It seems that the fighter Bacterian uses unorthodox methods." Roshi couldn''t find an adequate word to describe why Bacterian had such a bad smell.


    "Well... it looks like the fight has already started." The announcer began to narrate the fight, not quite knowing what to say.


    "Hehe, you''re just a little woman. Why are you here? Do you want daddy Bacterian to help you?" Bacterian, a rather tall and heavy guy, approached Lan-Fan step by step, his face scrunched up in disgust.


    "Fuck no, fuck you, you dirty fucker," the whole polite persona Lan-Fan had built up for herself had collapsed due to the sheer disgust Bacterian caused her, not only by his foul smell, but also by his words, gestures and facial expressions.


    "Hey, bitch, why are you insulting me?" Bacterian ran towards Lan-Fan with unusual speed for her massive frame.


    "It looks like the fighters are having a heated dialog! And what speed the fighter Bacterian has! Could this be part of his skills as a martial artist?" the moderator asked, looking at Muten Roshi.


    "Indeed, Bacterian seems to have some knowledge of Ki, so he can solve some of the disadvantages of having a rather huge body like his, but the Lan-Fan girl also seems to know how to use the energy," although Roshi was no longer a pervert to such an extent that he got a nosebleed at the mere sight of a woman, his attention was almost entirely on Lan-Fan.


    The woman wasn''t too shocked to notice the exuberant speed; she simply stepped back with a movement possibly faster than Bacterian''s, avoiding contact with Bacterian.


    Lan-Fan narrowed her eyes and took the opportunity to kick Bacterian in the leg. Her leg took on a reddish hue, and a small explosion sounded upon impact.


    "Explosion Kick!" shouted Lan-Fan at the moment of the attack, and her blow sent Bacterian flying several meters into the distance before he fell heavily to the ground.


    "Wow, it looks like Lan-Fan not only has beautiful legs, but they are also explosive!" Muten Roshi made a little joke and the audience laughed, even Lan-Fan looked at the old man and stuck out her tongue playfully.


    Then Lan-Fan clasped her hands together, creating a ball of crimson ki in the space between her palms, and taking advantage of the fact that her rival was barely recovering, she rushed towards him, becoming an almost indistinguishable blur.


    "Explosion Rose!" shouted Lan-Fan, throwing the energy sphere at Bacterian, who looked on in horror, unable to defend himself at all, just crossing his arms.


    A huge explosion occurred where Bacterian stood, completely enveloping him. But for some reason, the sand withstood all the damage from such an attack, so the announcer took advantage of the moment to make an announcement.


    "What a great attack! It looks like our contestant Lan-Fan is like her attack, a rose with thorns. But did you see how the arena withstood the blast?


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    Everyone''s attention then returned to the fight, which was about to end, because although Bacterian was badly injured by the explosion, he weakly insisted on getting up, but Lan-Fan kicked him hard enough to get him out of the arena.


    "Fighter Bacterian is disqualified! Winner, Lan-Fan!" Muten Roshi announced the end of this match, causing the crowd to go wild.


    "A short fight, but it seems that Lan-Fan is quite strong, and perhaps she will emerge as one of the favorites of this tournament," the announcer said, watching as Lan-Fan waved to the crowd as if she were a model.


    "Now, let''s introduce the new fighters," said Roshi.


    When Lan-Fan returned to the place that belonged to the fighters, other names were randomly chosen.


    "Ken Master vs. Tong Po!" At Muten Roshi''s words, the two fighters quickly entered the arena.


    One of them was a young man with blond hair and a red fighting suit. The man was quite happy to be in the arena, doing little jumps in preparation for the next match. He was Ken Master.


    Tong Po, on the other hand, was a tall man with a bare torso and athletic shorts. His head was shaved, leaving only a long plait at the back of his head. His face was serious, but he also punched the air several times in preparation.


    "Fight!" The gong announcing the start of the confrontation struck, and the two fighters soon met, both kicking the air and colliding in midair.


    Instead of the classic sound of flesh colliding, the sound was more like an explosion. Even the ground shook briefly due to the intensity of this attack. A look of surprise appeared in both of their eyes, but Ken was much more excited.


    "I thought only Ryu could withstand my blows, but this guy''s all over the place now," Ken said before regaining his leg and repositioning himself, but Tong Po simply took a fighting stance, silently.


    The two men began to fight, their blows landing on each other''s bodies with quite a bit of force, showing how strong and resilient they were, but although they seemed to be evenly matched, Ken was gradually getting the better of them.


    "Shoryureppa!" Ken shouted, seizing the opportunity to launch this attack.


    First, he took a little momentum, crouching down a bit before jumping up and throwing a right hook to Tong Po''s abdomen. The special thing about this attack was that a crimson aura covered Tong Po as he struck, and orange flames erupted from his fists, covering his opponent.


    With the first jump, Tong Po was in the air, but the attack did not end there. Ken jumped again, this time with much more power and energy. His fist, wrapped in fire, drew an oriental dragon as he kept hitting Tong Po.


    "What an incredible way to give an elemental property to ki!" exclaimed Muten Roshi, attracted by Ken''s technique, which impressed him quite a bit.


    "Is it difficult to do that, Master Roshi?" asked the host, who had the same question for all the spectators.


    "You could say yes, usually ki has some subtle properties, you know, as Lan-Fan demonstrated, but Ken turned his ki directly into fire, which is quite a tricky thing," Muten Roshi explained, and as was obvious, Tong Po suffered quite a few burns.


    Doing the same as Lan-Fan, Ken pulled Tong Po out of the arena and declared himself the winner. As his image was projected on screens around the world, a bearded man in shabby clothes watched the live broadcast from a distant location.


    "That was a short but good fight," said the man, who was standing in front of an appliance store.


    "Master Ryu!" A girl with a red headband in her hair approached Ryu, holding a bag of food.


    "Sakura, look, that man over there is my brother," Ryu pointed out to Ken, who was coming down from the fighting arena.


    "He''s better groomed than you," Sakura complained, causing Ryu to shake his head.


    The names of other fighters appeared on the screen, this time it was Krillin against an unknown fighter. The fight between them was even faster than the one Ken had.


    So, the preliminary rounds went by, some were long but entertaining, some were short but boring, some had the perfect mix, but all of them had interesting sparks that made both the spectators and the fighters feel that it was worth watching.


    ...


    "This time, it''s Fighter Bulma against Fighter Guilliman!" announced Muten Roshi, this time he wanted to see how much Bulma had grown in person, not just in the stories.


    Bulma relaxed on the sand and did some small stretches. Her clothes showed this casual state, she wore a blue blouse, short jeans, and long purple tights to stand out more.


    Meanwhile, Guilliman was a tall but stocky blond man. He was dressed in navy blue martial arts clothes. The man had a serious face and did not seem uncomfortable in front of a crowd.


    The starting gong sounded, and the two began to fight. Bulma only used part of her power, but when she hit Guilliman, she felt that she had hit something unusually hard, but it also returned some of the power she had used.


    Guilliman, in turn, punched Bulma mercilessly in the face, but the girl used her arm to defend herself. The two stood looking at each other for a moment before exchanging blows with greater frequency and speed.


    Bulma tested the strange resistance she felt in Guilliman''s body as she struck, increasing her power more and more, but even when she used the equivalent of 200 combat power, that strange force field protecting Guilliman was still in place.


    "Don''t bother, I''m a psychic," Guilliman said with a hint of pride in his tone before kicking hard at Bulma, who retreated several steps.


    "A fine use of psychic power, no doubt." Bulma gave her honest assessment of Guilliman''s shield without showing that she was affected by the pain or the attack.


    Bulma''s indifference to his attack frightened Guilliman a little, could it be that she was faking? He didn''t know, but whether that was the case or not, he had to keep fighting. Then he concentrated his psychic power in his hand and created a golden-colored psionic sword.


    "In case you''re wondering, yes, it is allowed to create weapons with one''s power, as long as this technique is detailed in the participant''s record," the moderator said, sparing the viewers any doubts.


    "And it seems that this Guilliman is quite skilled in mental power; his sword does not leak energy, and his mood is calm," Muten Roshi added from his own experience.


    Guilliman''s actions made Bulma feel quite interested in the boy in front of her, so she decided to play along. Of course, she wasn''t suffering from the ''I''ll fight on the same level as my enemy'' syndrome; she just wanted to experience Guilliman''s psychic abilities for a while.


    Then she would raise her strength to the limit and crush him like an ant!

 49: Bulma attracts attention.

    The psychic energy sword created by Guilliman looked quite powerful; just by holding it in his hands, the air itself was distorted by its exuberant power. Even though there was no energy leakage, the sword''s body wavered gently as if it were a flame.


    Guilliman himself seemed to have received a boost from the creation of this weapon. His blond hair waved gently, his body covered in a blanket of psychic power that resembled an aura of golden flames stirred by the wind.


    The weak people in the stands sensed that Guilliman had become a dangerous creature and instinctively felt fear and awe at his figure; even Bulma, his opponent, couldn''t help but feel a little admiration at the sight of the power unleashed by the man.


    "You seem to have spent a lot of time training your psychic powers," Bulma pointed out, a bit intrigued by this matter.


    Many powerful warriors and mages appeared in Dragon Ball, but psychics were always left on the side, the power of the mind treated as secondary, as a prop.


    Even Freezer used this power more as a toy than a deadly weapon, so Guilliman undoubtedly caught Bulma''s attention. In front of her, she saw someone who used psychic power as a forte, and that was rare but inspiring in a way.


    "Although my martial arts talent is good, I never had much talent for Ki, but my psychic power is much better, even more convenient to use..." Guilliman was someone who liked to talk, so he didn''t hesitate to explain his situation to Bulma.


    "I sense three different uses of energy in you, Ki, psychic power, and magic. Luckily, I knew a witch.... Which one do you use?" asked Guilliman, interested in Bulma. He wanted to see why the girl before him had so much confidence.


    Yes, Guilliman could sense the exuberant confidence in Bulma. As a psychic, he was quite sensitive to ''confidence, '' one of the drivers of psychic power at first, so he wanted to know how strong Bulma was.


    Although he was not a warrior who used Ki, he was a fighter, and his heart was beating quite strongly right now with the desire to fight, and even his psychic power was fluctuating, responding to his excited emotions.


    "Although I know how to use mental power and a spell, it''s not what I''m dedicated to, but Ki. So... let''s see which sword is better." At the risk that her comment could be misunderstood, Bulma showed her right palm and released her Ki.


    "It seems that the two fighters are getting along well; it seems that Bulma wants to share her experience with swordsmanship." The announcer did his job and told what was going on in this fight.


    "Although swordsmanship has been pushed aside due to the lack of materials to make good swords, there are many ancient stories of great martial artists using this weapon.


    Energy weapons are a suitable replacement, and it looks like the audience will be able to enjoy a good fight," Muten Roshi commented, raising the expectations of the various spectators.


    The purple ki Bulma emitted transformed into an energy sword, and the girl quickly made a sword flower as if testing the weapon. Then she nodded, pleased with what she had done.


    Then, both fighters stood in silence, staring at each other. Then they both charged at each other, driven by their respective energies. Their swords clashed, and Guilliman felt that Bulma was much stronger than him.


    Even though he knew he was weaker, Guilliman''s determination did not waver, but rather, he pushed harder in his fight. Even if he lost, he would learn, improve, and enjoy this fight.


    The two fighters fought for it, constantly testing their sword techniques. Although it was not a fight full of powerful blows like many of the previous ones, the spectators appreciated how rare it was to see a sword duel.


    However, due to the intensity of the confrontation, Guilliman began to show much more weakness, and soon, his psychic sword was cut in two by Bulma''s energy sword.


    Seeing the broken hilt in his hand, Guilliman did not feel sad but looked at Bulma intensely again. Without a word, the meaning in his eyes was clear.


    He would give everything. Guilliman''s hands clasped together, all of his mental power pouring into the space between their palms, and as he did so, Bulma clasped her hands as well, in a classic pose.


    "Kame!" the girl shouted, transforming the energy sword into a ball that started to grow but then compressed, and her actions ended up causing a lot of excitement in the audience; even the host stood up quite excitedly.


    "Oh, by Kami-Sama! It looks like the two fighters are about to give it their all, and if I remember correctly, Bulma''s words are the beginning of the name of the signature technique created by Muten Roshi. Did you teach her?" the host asked, causing Muten Roshi to shake his head.


    "Technically, yes, but she is more the pupil of my pupil, Son Gohan. She is quite talented and has mastered my technique. She is an amazing young lady," Muten Roshi answered the moderator''s question, causing the moderator to look quite pleased.


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    "Then we are about to see the clash of two seemingly great techniques! I don''t know what Guilliman is doing, but it looks quite powerful." The host pointed to what Guilliman had created between his hands.


    A sphere with a golden disk around it. Bulma even felt a change in the environment, especially the gravity. She smiled as her energy was emitted into her palms, steadily compressing a ball of purple energy.


    "Hame!" Bulma''s power could be felt by many of the fighters, and even though she had held back a bit so as not to reveal all of her cards, the power on display caught their attention.


    "This technique has no name, but I was inspired by one of the spells of the witch I mentioned to you, named Yvraine, so I''ll borrow that name..." said Guilliman, smiling rather excitedly.


    "Ha!


    "Black Hole!"


    They both shouted at the same time, Bulma throwing the energy cannon in her hands forward, and a pillar of purple light flew straight at the ''Black Hole'' launched by Guilliman.


    The attacks, created by the same energy but manifested differently, collided. There was a powerful shock wave, and the wind even caused the spectators in the stadium to hold on to their things, such as hats or food, to prevent them from flying away.


    Although Guilliman''s attack was not a real black hole, it had the appearance of one and perhaps a hint of its function. So, Guilliman''s attack absorbed some of Bulma''s energy attack, but not all of it.


    The rest of the energy was still under Bulma''s control, and it split into small strands that hit Guilliman''s body. Since he had put a lot of his psychic energy into his last attack, he didn''t have much to defend himself.


    So his body was bombarded by Bulma''s energy threads, leaving bruises and burns on his body. His Black Hole, on the other hand, seemed to have reached an absorption limit, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, it expelled the energy back at Bulma, this time colored gold.


    "What a good technique, but it needs improvement," Bulma said, holding one of her hands forward.


    A purple shield of hexagons appeared in front of her, protecting her from the energy attack that was thrown back at her. Her other hand, however, still emitted the Kame Hame Ha that shattered the ''black hole'' and flew towards Guilliman.


    Guilliman''s body is hit directly by Bulma''s attack, and his body goes flying, pushed by the girl''s attack. He flew out of the arena and crashed into a wall, filling it with cracks.


    Soon, all the energy in the arena disappeared, leaving Guilliman unconscious on the ground outside the arena while Bulma stood calmly inside.


    "Fighter Guilliman is disqualified! Fighter Bulma wins!" the announcer shouted with a lot of energy. He had enjoyed this fight, and he knew that the audience had as well.


    ...


    "I seem to have become a little emotional," said Bulma, who had returned with the other fighters.


    Her empathic ability made her realize that many of the fighters in this area had complicated emotions towards her, but the main one was caution. Except for a few people with other emotions, this was the norm.


    "Don''t worry Bulma, you just showed them how strong you are," Yamcha replied, even though the boy wasn''t looking directly at Bulma when he said that, it was at least an improvement on his part to be able to communicate with her.


    "Yes, it would happen sooner or later, you are strong and I think it would be hard to hide it for long," Krillin said with a strange naturalness in his tone, as if he had gotten used to it.


    "Krillin, don''t be complacent. You can reach that power and much more yourself," Bulma said, touching Krillin''s bald head.


    To her, he was someone special, because even if it had been something seen in the original series, Krillin had been able to acquire a rather useful but unexplored state of mind of his own, all because the man before her had given up on the pursuit of power due to the exuberant power shown by Goku and the rest in the future.


    She did not want that fate for this companion, so she always tried to help him as much as she could. Krillin felt strange at Bulma''s gesture, but his eyes were filled with determination.


    He had received a lot of help and advice from this older sister, so he didn''t want to disappoint her, so he promised himself to try as hard as he could and more.


    On the other hand, Lapis and Lazuli were whispering to each other, constantly sneaking glances at Bulma to keep her from noticing them.


    "That''s why she was so trusting! That girl is really strong," Lapis said with excitement in his tone.


    "That''s risky; she might win, and we won''t have the money to free ourselves from the Red Ribbon Army," Lazuli pointed out with some caution in her tone, causing Lapis'' excitement to fade a bit.


    "What if we talk to her? Look at her clothes, maybe she is rich and powerful, maybe she can help us. We could even offer her one of our techniques as payment..." Lapis said what came to his mind, and although Lazuli had her doubts, she nodded. At least it was better than just losing.


    Other fighters were also quietly discussing Bulma. The fact that she was from Muten Roshi''s lineage was remarkable, but that was only one of her embellishments, for not only her appearance attracted attention, but also the power she proved to possess.


    Not only they, but many interested people focused on Bulma, including Pilaf. When he saw that Bulma was among the people he met that day when he went after the Dragon Ball.


    "Looks like that girl has more power than I registered that time," Pilaf said quietly, because even with the video of Bulma''s fight against those biochemical warriors, the main focus of him was always on Goku, until now.


    "Then I''ll have to make my new creation much stronger. Who knows if I''ll have to fight her too," Pilaf thought, feeling new ideas coming to his mind, so he started to write them down while still watching the next confrontations.


    ...


    "Now the next fighters! Yujiro Hanma vs. Yusuke Urameshi!" the announcer''s voice called out the two names of the next fighters.


    A man with tanned skin, red hair, and standing almost two meters tall. His muscles showed through his black t-shirt. His face had an unbridled smile full of ferocity as he watched the young man in front of him who looked quite threatening.


    No wonder, because Yusuke Urameshi was.... strange. His hair was long and white, and although his body was slender, it was covered with muscles and scars.


    Various blue marks on his exposed skin gave him a wild aura, and the fact that he was not wearing a shirt made this aspect of him stand out even more. By the way, the words of the host revealed a lot.


    "The fighter Urameshi is a human who is capable of transforming into a demon, since we here do not judge a person''s nature based on misunderstandings or rumors, I want to tell you these words, what interesting abilities will this young fighter possess?" the voice of the moderator drew a lot of attention to Urameshi at this point.


    "Demons are like humans, there are good and bad ones. Although my master died fighting a so-called demon in the past, many of the stories about them show that they are just like us," Roshi said on behalf of Yusuke Urameshi, and his words made the viewers decide to give this young man a chance.


    "Begin!" The gong was struck, announcing the beginning of the match.

 50: End of the preliminaries.

    "Boy, are you one of those demons? You''re not as weak as the ones I''ve met," Yujiro Hanma said, slowly approaching Yusuke Urameshi.


    "The demons on earth are just weak remnants that hardly have any power, the really powerful ones are in the demon world, the ones here... are just worthless exiles," Yusuke replied, not uncomfortable with the powerful aura that Yujiro Hanma was building up.


    Yes, it could be said that with every step Yujiro Hanma took, an atmosphere full of power, arrogance, and sovereignty emanated from him, as if he was telling the story of a mighty monarch with every step he took.


    "Well said, boy, no wonder they are so pathetic, but what makes you different from them?" Yujiro Hanma stopped in front of Yusuke and looked down, not out of disdain, but because of his great height.


    Yujiro Hanma was much taller than Yusuke Urameshi, so the height difference was as if he was standing in front of his son. Yusuke Urameshi simply looked up at the man before the corner of his lip turned up in a small smile.


    "Let me show you what makes me different," Yusuke Urameshi clenched his hands into a pair of fists, and without looking back, he punched right into Yujiro Hanma''s face.


    But his face showed a strange expression when his punch was easily parried by Yujiro Hanma''s hand. The force of the punch was dispersed by Yujiro Hanma onto the arena floor, shattering him.


    "You need a little more if you want to hit me, kid," Yujiro Hanma said with a neutral and bored tone, although he was quite impressed by the power of the punch inside.


    ''This kid is something else,'' Yujiro Hanma thought before he responded with an attack of his own.


    Yujiro Hanma''s punch was powerful, even causing a large gust of wind. Yusuke was able to dodge the attack, but the sharp air caused by the blow cut his cheek a bit.


    "Good reflexes" Without stopping, Yujiro Hanma attacked again, throwing a knee to Yusuke Urameshi''s chest, but Yusuke Urameshi could dodge in time and avoid the damage.


    Yusuke Urameshi touched the wound on his face, feeling with his fingers the small amount of blood that had spilled from his face. Then, without hesitation, he ran towards Yujiro Hanma, taking it much more seriously this time.


    As a person who had awakened his true demonic nature, Yusuke Urameshi had lived his entire life to be superior to everyone else, using the martial arts inherited from his blood to defeat the few martial artists he had encountered along the way.


    He had never faced an equal, he had never seen himself in a situation where he was bleeding, because the last time he shed blood was when he ''died'' before his bloodline was awakened.


    The confrontation between the two men was different from the others, it was like watching an adult playing with a child because although Yusuke Urameshi was quite powerful, he could not overcome Yujiro Hanma, who was not only a master of martial arts, he could also use Ki.


    It all ended when Yujiro Hanma seemed to have noticed something special about Yusuke Urameshi, and after picking it up, the Ki in his body manifested in his hand, forming a red energy claw.


    "Ogre Claw!" Yujiro Hanma struck Yusuke Urameshi''s body, leaving three ugly wounds on his chest and sending him flying out of the arena.


    "Fighter Yusuke Urameshi has been disqualified! The winner is Yujiro Hanma!" the announcer shouted, causing the crowd to roar with excitement.


    "It was quite a good fight, it seems that both fighters understood each other quite well, even... I thought I saw how Yujiro Hanma educated Yusuke Urameshi during his attacks," Muten Roshi pointed out those subtle details of the fight that had just happened.


    Yujiro Hanma noticed Yusuke Urameshi''s stiffness and lack of experience when it came to fighting, so he decided to see if the young man could learn during the fight.


    He did, Yusuke adapted quickly, digesting the martial arts into his blood heritage, and not only that, but he also absorbed Yujiro Hanma''s teachings, making the man excited.


    So much so that the man walked over to Yusuke Urameshi and looked at the young man who was trying to get up while covering his chest wounds.


    Yusuke Urameshi looked up, slightly angry that he had lost, but this emotion was quickly replaced by another feeling.


    Admiration.


    "Master!" Yusuke Urameshi took advantage of the fact that he was still on the ground to bow to Yujiro Hanma, who continued to stare at the young man.


    "Boy, even though you are a demon, it seems you still have a long way to go before you become one. Come, I will turn you into a real demon," a wide smile appeared on Yujiro Hanma''s face, one that seemed truly inhuman.


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    As if on cue, the blood-red ki that belonged to Yujiro Hanma grew and rose into the sky, turning the sky crimson. Although he looked evil at first glance, anyone sensitive to ki could tell that he was just staying on a different martial arts path, not an evil person.


    Many people could sense Yujiro Hanma''s indifference to any lineup or rule that contained him, he was simply a person who lived and acted as he wished.


    Yujiro then helped Yusuke Urameshi to his feet, looking directly at one of the places where the fighters were lined up, specifically the one where Bulma belonged.


    Yujiro''s gaze focused on the blue-haired girl who gave him a strange feeling, a mixture of healing warmth as well as a sense of danger and contempt that even he couldn''t provoke in others.


    "Girl, can you heal him?" although Yujiro''s voice was normal, Bulma was able to hear him clearly despite the distance and the noise outside.


    "Bring it on," Bulma simply shook her shoulders and gestured, causing Yujiro Hanma to nod.


    "I''ll teach you one of my techniques as payment," the man said, carrying Yusuke Urameshi on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, not caring about the boy''s blood dripping onto his body or the medical staff who refused to go near him.


    Because he was still emitting that cloud of dark red Ki.


    ...


    "A dangerous guy," Chi-Chi muttered as she watched Yujiro Hanma go to the place where he had been assigned.


    Chi-Chi felt that on the back of the big man was a wild creature that seemed to notice her gaze, and her eyes, covered with magic, could see a big face mocking her comically.


    "This world holds many surprises," Bulma said in response, watching the fight Yamcha was having against a fighter called Kazuma Kuwabara, a man who used a sword created with Ki.


    "Yamcha''s technique moves with his fingers!" exclaimed Goku as he watched the ball of ki Yamcha created called Sokidan.


    In this world, not only had he developed this technique much earlier, but his control of it was not so strange, without so many unnecessary gestures, and even, it was even much more powerful than the ''canonical'' version.


    With this attack, he managed to hit Kazuma Kuwabara in the abdomen, causing the ki ball to explode and seriously injuring the young man. Despite his injuries, the boy tried to stand up and looked at Yamcha with a defiant look in his eyes.


    "You are strong! But I... I''m a real man and I won''t lose on the ground," Kazuma Kuwabara said, making Yamcha refrain from attacking him and watching as the young man struggled to his feet.


    "For the love of Kami-Sama! The fighter Kazuma Kuwabara was able to stand up despite that full ki attack!" the moderator exclaimed, quite excited by the words the young fighter had said.


    "Kazuma Kuwabara may have become weaker, but his willpower is quite high, I do not doubt that we will find him in the next edition of this tournament, much stronger, because this experience will only make him grow," Muten Roshi said, also excited by the attitude of the young man.


    Kazuma Kuwabara stood up, staggering, his blurred eyes still focused on Yamcha, his Ki was very exhausted, but in his hand, an orange energy sword still bloomed, flickering and even showing parts that became small sparks of energy that dissipated in the air.


    "Come!" Kazuma Kuwabara shouted with all his energy, causing Yamcha to run towards him to hit him hard, but his fist stopped only centimeters from his chin.


    Yamcha stopped and looked at Kazuma Kuwabara, who was standing with his energy sword in his hand, but unconscious. Yamcha then turned away from the boy and gave him a salute of respect according to the ancient culture of martial artists before looking at the referee.


    "He''s unconscious, I doubt he can keep fighting like this," Yamcha pointed out to Kuwabara, attracting everyone''s attention.


    After the referee checked that Kazuma Kuwabara was indeed unconscious, he announced the result to the moderator, who stood silently admiring the young fighter who fulfilled his words.


    "Contender Kazuma Kuwabara has been disqualified! The winner is Fighter Yamcha!" the announcer announced loudly, he enjoyed this match and the spirit Kazuma showed.


    ...


    The last fights went by rather quickly, Bulma paid special attention to Lapis and Lazuli''s fights, but perhaps because their opponents were particularly weak, they managed to overcome them quite easily.


    Chi-Chi''s fight was also quite entertaining, as the girl was able to show a bit of what she was capable of, using not only Ki but also magic, a somewhat rare ability in these confrontations.


    Unbeknownst to Chi-Chi, many youngsters picked her to win, simply because she was a witch, and what kid could resist a fighter who could use magic? None!


    "Now we have tonight''s showdown! Fighter Son Goku vs. Fighter Red Boy!" with the words of the announcer, two young men entered the arena.


    Goku did some jumping jacks in preparation, while his opponent, a pale-skinned, red-eyed, black-haired young man, simply took a deep breath.


    "Fight!" At the start of the confrontation, Goku and the young man lunged at each other, their fists colliding in the air.


    "How strong!" the two young men shouted, and when they realized that they were speaking at the same time, they burst out laughing.


    The two exchanged blows rather quickly. No matter how much Goku raised the level, the Red Boy could keep up with him, but during the fight, the temperature of the arena seemed to rise.


    Literally. With the increase in temperature, Red Boy''s skin became slightly reddish, and gradually it became completely red. As if this injected new strength into the young man, Red Boy screamed in excitement, and fire came out of his mouth.


    But at the sight of those flames, Goku quickly turned away from Red Boy, his entire body filled with fear as he sensed the exaggerated danger of that fire. They weren''t just flames created with Ki, they were strange, so Goku was cautious.


    "Don''t worry, I''m not going to burn you, I just came here to have fun," Red Boy said, containing the flames in his body, and although his temperature was inhumanly high, neither the ground nor his clothes seemed to suffer.


    After that, the two young men fought quite hard, using only their bodies and letting their emotions take over. But Goku never forgot Bulma''s threats .... teachings, so he soon increased his power completely and knocked Red Boy out of the arena.


    "The fighter Red Boy is disqualified! Fighter Son Goku wins!" the announcer said, ending his work for the night.


    "All the bouts have been completed, and only 32 fighters remain to face each other two days later, so our contestants can rest. In the meantime, you can enjoy the many activities on this island.


    On the other hand, I thank Muten Roshi for joining me today, without his knowledge many of us would be lost," the host thanked Muten Roshi, who simply waved his hands.


    And so the night of preliminaries was over.

 51: Meeting Lapis and Lazuli.

    After the fights of the first day were finally over, not only the spectators left but also the fighters. Soon, only a few people left the area where Bulma was.


    Apart from the group of Bulma and her companions, there were two young fighters who Bulma recognized as Lapis and Lazuli, the twin siblings whose fate seemed to have changed drastically because of her.


    ''Give them help Bulma, they are good talents,'' Kami-Sama''s voice came to Bulma''s mind, indicating that the god was keeping an eye on what was happening on Earth thanks to King Kai, so Bulma nodded in agreement.


    Soon, Lapis and Lazuli approached her with some caution, but seeing that Bulma would not be left alone, they simply resigned themselves to making direct contact with her, even if she was accompanied.


    "Um... can we ask you something?" Lapis stepped up to his sister and stared at Bulma.


    "Sure, is it something very private?" Bulma asked back, looking at the alert state the two youngsters were maintaining.


    "You could say that... it would be good to step back a bit, we don''t have far to go," Lazuli pointed to the spot where she and her brother were standing earlier, causing Bulma to nod.


    "Hey, are you waiting for me?" Bulma turned and asked her companions, who nodded.


    "Don''t be late! I''m hungry," Goku said, causing Bulma to resist the urge to punch him in the head.


    "We''ll wait for you," Yamcha said, looking closely at Lapis and Lazuli, even though the girl made him uncomfortable, his discomfort didn''t stop him from feeling the power in the two young twins.


    They were strong, but knowing how capable Bulma was, Yamcha wasn''t too worried, so he just nodded to Lapis, who nodded back loosely, that was how easily the boys could get along.


    With the reassurance of her friends, Bulma went with Lapis and Lazuli to a more secluded place. Using her empathic ability, Bulma could feel the conflicting emotions of the two siblings, even though they were full of determination.


    Though their emotions seemed to be almost in sync, only on Lazuli''s side could she feel some strange little emotions that she could not quite understand, and noticing how she kept giving her sidelong glances, Bulma thought that maybe she was impressed by her strength, who wouldn''t be?


    "Well, this may sound a bit like begging, but... Could we sell you some of our techniques?" Lapis asked pointedly, he had always been a strange man of action.


    Even though his memory had been erased in his C-17 version, his way of doing things had always been particularly strange. He was often direct, even hurtful with his words, but at the same time, he was able to take a van to travel long distances instead of flying, enjoying the journey and especially nature.


    Still, his question surprised Bulma, what could drive a martial artist to sell his techniques? She didn''t know, but seeing how Lazuli had a bad expression on her face, but her emotions showed her resignation, Bulma realized that there was more to this proposal than she knew.


    "First of all, aren''t you thinking about winning the first prize?" asked Bulma instead of answering Lapis'' question, causing Lazuli to visibly roll her eyes.


    "You think we didn''t think about it, we did! But we saw so many strong fighters, and even you are one of those fighters!" said Lazuli, showing her strong attitude, a far cry from the silence she had kept a short while ago.


    "Oh, I understand, but I never expected such a direct sale of something as important as a technique, that gives me some ideas..." A certain idea curdled in Bulma''s mind at that moment, but knowing that this was no time to be distracted, she focused her attention on the twins.


    "Okay, I won''t ask what you want the money for, just tell me, what do you have to sell?" Bulma asked directly, causing the two twins to look visibly excited.


    "Well..."


    ...


    Bulma chatted with the twins for half an hour and easily arranged the purchase of three techniques, which would be written by the twins and delivered to them the following night, where the final payment would be made.


    After saying goodbye, Bulma approached her companions with a big smile on her face, not only had she made a deal, but she had also come up with a great idea.


    First of all, she had made the acquaintance of the twins, on this basis, the relationship between them could be taken as a friendship. Bulma would never refuse or shy away from a friendly relationship with them, in fact, it would be good if they actually became friends.


    When she arrived next to her companions, they looked at her with interest, so it was Chi-Chi who was the first to break the silence.


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    "Did something happen? You look so happy," Chi-Chi remarked, causing Krillin to nod steadily.


    "Yes! You have that strange smile that Master Roshi has sometimes, did you like that boy?" asked Krillin, raising one of his eyebrows as he gave a smile of amusement.


    "But Krillin, Bulma likes girls," before Bulma could even answer, Goku stepped forward and blurted out the information that he still didn''t know that detail about his friend because Krillin and Bulma didn''t live together.


    "Come on, how could she like girls? Isn''t that... guys like me have no chance with women?" Instead of complaining or feeling uncomfortable, Krillin brought the topic to a questionable point, his complexes.


    "No wonder you looked so passionately at those mermaid girls," Yamcha, to whom the truth of the world had been revealed, said those words, making Bulma''s face turn red with embarrassment.


    "That''s enough! Krillin, you''re a great guy, there will be a girl who likes you, you need to work on your self-esteem," Bulma said, solving the most serious problem at the moment.


    While it was funny to see someone say things like ''I''m ugly'', it was only funny at first because that joke could easily turn into something annoying or hurtful if you weren''t careful, so Bulma will make every effort to avoid that path, she didn''t want a Krillin who would use the pity of his looks to make girls feel sorry for him.


    "And what makes me happy is something I never expected, those guys sold me some of their techniques," Bulma said, causing both Yamcha and Krillin to look at her strangely.


    "Bulma, did you say what you meant?" asked Krillin, his tone full of disbelief.


    As someone who grew up in a temple with a religious and martial character, he knew how disgustingly protective the monks were of their techniques, so much so that he didn''t even learn anything beyond super basic concepts, nothing special.


    You can imagine his surprise and confusion when Bulma told him this, taking Bulma''s words more as a mistake of the blue-haired girl than something she really said.


    "Do you remember the story I told you about the man who laid the foundation of what I called the Wolf School? He simply stole a flying technique and they hunted him down for years until they killed him," Yamcha said, showing how protective some martial artists can be of their techniques.


    "Isn''t it normal to do that when you need money? My grandfather Gohan and Master Roshi didn''t forbid us to do whatever we wanted with the techniques they taught us," Goku said, pointing out how easy and light the techniques of the Sora and Turtle schools were.


    For both Muten Roshi and Gohan, sharing their techniques was not a bad thing, if it could collide knowledge and experience to achieve some surprises and even significant progress in some areas.


    Although they were selective about who they taught directly, the two men had no problem openly discussing the core of their techniques with other artists if it was mutual, it was just that it was very rare to find someone as open-minded as they were.


    Not even Mutaito, who had his own school, was that open with his techniques, only sharing them with his two direct disciples, Roshi and Tsuru. Bulma, noticing the tone of her companions, just shook her shoulders and continued to speak.


    "I don''t see the problem the concepts mentioned in their techniques appealed to me quite a bit, you know? They both have less than a year of training, but maybe because they are twins, they are two minds working at the same time instead of one, coming up with some interesting ideas.


    Sometimes I think there must be some kind of psychic connection between them, maybe Turbo can sense it," Bulma said, putting her hand to her chin as she thought about these things, straying a bit from the main topic.


    "I understand that this is normal for you, I guess we will get used to it eventually, but Bulma, is that a reason to be so happy? Or do you have contact with that blonde girl?" Krillin touched Bulma''s leg with his elbow while he winked at her.


    "I have her contact! But it has nothing to do with that, it has to do with the fact that I had a great idea. There are a lot of forums on the Internet, right? But what if I made one just for martial artists?


    Where someone can ask their questions on a topic related to the practice and people with that knowledge can guide them. But also, if someone wants to sell their technique, they can do it easily, or if they just want to publish it for free, they can just upload a document with it," Bulma said, briefly explaining her idea.


    "I don''t think many people would participate in that," Yamcha said, and before Bulma could answer, he continued to speak.


    "But isn''t there something like the Space Internet, why not try it there, I''m sure many aliens would like to learn how to use their energies better!" Yamcha suggested, making Bulma''s eyes literally glow, and that was because the girl''s ki was shaking violently from her own excitement, causing her eyes to emit light.


    "THAT''S A GREAT IDEA!" the girl shouted, attracting one of the passing employees who suggested the group leave since there were hardly any people left in the stadium.


    Then, as they left, Bulma began to discuss her improved idea, fine-tuning some details with her companions. Besides, knowing that a certain Galactic Patrolman was hanging around, she could carry out her plan.


    Alone, she had to be very careful not to reveal the origin of the forum, she didn''t want to draw alien attention to Earth unnecessarily, so she would probably have to limit the use of humans to this forum, but she could make an Earth version of it.


    Though the original series showed a lack of knowledge of Off-Earth species'' use of energy, Bulma doubted that this was the case. How could a stellar civilization have little knowledge of Ki? Even the most scientific civilizations would have studied it.


    So for Bulma, the starry sky was not only full of treasures or knowledge but also many points of view that she could learn and use as a reference for her own path.


    So when she arrived at the mansion where her family was staying, built by her father to make it easier for everyone to stay on the island where the tournament was being held, Bulma ran to her father full of excitement, just like she always did when she was a little girl.


    "Dad! I thought of something cool, and Jaco can help us!" Bulma jumped to her father and hugged him tightly, even though her gaze wandered to the unsuspecting Jaco, who was eating a plate of pudding.


    Only now he had no appetite when he saw Bulma''s glowing eyes. The alien''s body stiffened, and as he tried to get up to flee, Goku''s hand rested on his shoulder.


    "Young Saiyan, why are you holding me back, remember I''m a prominent officer," Jaco shouted, constantly trying to get up, but Goku''s strength kept him in the chair.


    "Bulma has something to talk to you about, Jaco," although Goku''s smile was very warm to the others, to Jaco it was like seeing an ogre from another world smile, something that told him he was dead.


    Or that he was about to go to hell.

 52: Second night of the Tournament.

    "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Today, after two days of rest, interviews, and some interesting things while waiting, we are finally gathered here for the second night of this tournament!


    I hope our fighters have had enough rest! Because only 8 of them will be left for the next and final night!" the host shouted, stirring up the crowd and the spectators.


    Perhaps to better introduce Bulma''s idea of creating a platform dedicated to martial artists, apart from TV broadcasts or certain streaming platforms, a new way of watching the fights was also promoted on the platform Bulma had designed, which was easily put together by Father and daughter.


    Of course, they had to ask Kami-Sama for advice, as well as some of the fighters present, and some of their ideas or tips were taken into account for future improvements.


    "It was a bit boring having to wait to watch the fights. So many schools colliding, so many ways colliding, and so many techniques colliding, really a feast for the eyes," Muten Roshi said with excitement in his eyes.


    The old man had enjoyed the first night of the tournament, even though he did not know that there were so many people and so many ways to use energy, so he wanted to see what surprises there would be today.


    "Right? But a lot of interesting things happened during the break, I even heard some interesting rumors, like a certain platform dedicated to martial arts," the words of the moderator made the people fall silent, interested in the dialog between the moderator and Muten Roshi.


    "Oh, you too? It''s a project of a young artist, really young waves pushing the old ones, it''s an interesting concept. A place where martial artists and martial arts enthusiasts can freely share their wisdom.


    You can even sell or trade techniques! Although many people may have certain criticisms, it seems to me to be a good step for the popularization of martial arts.


    Especially because they teach good values and I know that those who are interested will not use what they learn to do evil," said Muten Roshi, and although he seemed to explain a lot, he didn''t mention some key things.


    What is this platform called, how do you get to it, what makes sure that no one uses what they learn for evil, ignoring these supposed values? Roshi knew that these questions and more were on many people''s minds, but a subtle smile appeared on his face.


    ''To use the fact that Kami-Sama is with a superior god to develop a mechanism that evaluates people''s hearts before they gain access...


    I never saw that coming, I also never thought that Bulma could come up with something that integrates magic, ki, psion, and technology so well, she really is a special girl,'' Muten Roshi thought, looking at the ring on his hand with the kanji ''Turtle'' engraved on it.


    "A special project, more details about it on the main page of the tournament organizers, don''t miss this opportunity," after saying that, as well as many additional announcements, the moderator went on to tell what was important to him tonight.


    The matches!


    A big screen showed the names of the 32 fighters, if you were watching the tournament on the internet you could see some facts and clips about the fighters, you could even click on a heart icon to indicate your favorite.


    Not surprisingly, the four girls in the tournament were the most popular, receiving more favorites than the male fighters. These fighters were Bulma Brief and Chi-Chi. Lan-Fan and Lazuli.


    Of course, the rest of the fighters were men, some of them attracted a lot of public attention, such as Ken Master, others were not so popular, perhaps because of their scary appearance, such as Giran.


    Interestingly, many people were interested in Goku, perhaps because his fight against Red Boy was too fun and exciting to watch, so it caught the attention of many people.


    So when his name was called as the first fighter to fight tonight, the crowd screamed. Although this made his opponent Giran jealous, Goku just greeted the crowd with a big smile on his face.


    "Wow, what a huge size difference we have here," the announcer said, emphasizing the fact that Giran was indeed huge compared to Goku, who despite being a teenager, still had the stature of a small child.


    "Fortunately, martial arts is not based on who is bigger or more muscular, but more on skill and mental state, so we will have quite an interesting fight ahead of us," Muten Roshi commented just before the starting gong.


    "Famous guy, how can you be more famous than me!!!?" Giran asked, pointing at Goku with a face full of indignation.


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    "What?" asked Goku before he quickly ran towards Giran, not wanting to waste too much time on useless nonsense.


    "Don''t ignore me!" Giran waved his claw forward, projecting several crescents of yellow ki at Goku.


    Goku quickly dodged the attacks, which left large cracks in the ground when they hit, indicating the danger of Giran''s attacks and causing the young Saiyan to narrow his eyes.


    Goku produced a ball of red energy in his right hand and shot it at Giran, who simply hit Ki''s attack with his hand, deflecting it into the sky.


    Soon, Goku got close enough to throw a punch at Giran''s body, but Giran simply used his hand to defend himself, but the dinosaur''s confident face changed as he sensed the great power behind Goku''s punch.


    Giran''s large body was pushed back hard, his feet slipping along the ground and his claws screeching as he used them to get a much better foothold on the ground.


    Goku had wasted no time, lunging at Giran as Ki orbs appeared in both of his palms, then, in a rather high leap, Goku aimed downward, directly at the large dinosaur.


    Goku fired the two Ki attacks, which formed spinning beams of energy and collided with each other just before hitting Giran, amplifying the attack.


    The stage was filled with smoke and dust from the debris of the battle arena. As Goku descended, he stared, focusing all his attention and perception on Giran, knowing that Giran was not unconscious.


    "Ah, damn, why so proactive, how annoying!" Giran''s wings flapped hard enough to clear the cloud that had covered him.


    Apart from a few scratches on his body, he felt quite well. His sinister yellow eyes glared at Goku in disgust, and knowing that he had to be just as proactive in the fight, energy began to surge around his body.


    The aura of yellow Ki surged from Giran''s body and covered him like a cloak, turning into an almost unintelligible yellow blur as the crowd watched. He had lunged at Goku, pushing him with his shoulder and sending him flying, causing the Saiyan to spin in the air and land on his feet.


    "Wow, I thought you were just a show-off," Goku said, touching the area of his chest that had been hit by Giran and feeling a little pain, but it only made him more excited.


    "Of course not! I''m using my super mega awesome enhancement technique, aren''t I beautiful?" Giran flexed his muscles, but Goku just crouched down slightly, preparing to fight with everything he had.


    "It''s just a simple ki enhancement, right? Anyone who can use Ki knows how to do that," Goku said, silencing Giran, and as if his actions were a better demonstration, Goku''s Ki began to surge from his body.


    Goku''s aura turned red and covered his body, it was a simple application of energy to enhance his abilities, but it was enough to cause an environmental reaction.


    Chunks of sand began to rise as the ground shook. Giran couldn''t believe it, everything he worked for was being ridiculed by a boy, but as an intelligent dinosaur, he didn''t have a dedicated teacher to guide him on his martial arts path.


    Goku didn''t mind Giran''s shocked face, and mimicking the dinosaur''s previous attack, the Saiyan ran toward him, ramming his shoulder into the creature''s large body, but instead of simply pushing it away, he used the proximity to attack.


    A ball of blue Ki was concentrated between his hands, spinning steadily and emitting a distinctive sound. Without any mercy or preparation, Goku launched a Kame Hame Ha directly at Giran''s body, pushing him out of the arena and winning the fight.


    "Fighter Giran is disqualified! Fighter Son Goku wins!" the announcer finally proclaimed, and the crowd cheered loudly for Goku, gaining even more fans.


    "It was an interesting fight, wasn''t it? But many people will ask, why was there such a noticeable difference when you both used similar techniques?" the announcer asked Muten Roshi, who stroked his beard several times very carefully before answering.


    "Simply because Son Goku''s knowledge and control of Ki was much better than Giran''s. Simple bluntness or brutality is no match for the fine control of energy, even if an artist wants to become much stronger, the control of Ki is something he should not ignore," Muten Roshi explained, even adding a piece of advice from him.


    Giran, who was lamenting his loss, heard these words and felt that he might have been too complacent because of his racial advantages, so he promised himself to find a master who would help him improve.


    Maybe Yujiro Hanma could help him, it would never hurt to find out.


    ...


    "I thought you wanted to play and fight slowly with this guy," Bulma said as she put her hand on Goku''s head, using her own Ki to help him recover from the blow to his chest.


    "And what are you going to call me later? No!" Goku shook his head wildly, making Bulma smile.


    "I don''t understand, wouldn''t it be better to test your opponent slowly to see his abilities and then fight full out when you''re clear?" asked Krillin, causing both Bulma and Goku to look at him with disdain.


    "If you do that, how can you be sure that your enemy is not hiding something to use against you? Never let your opponent prepare, no matter how much you want to fight, in your eagerness for a good fight you lose time and end up defeated or worse, dead, what will you do? Nothing, you''ll be dead," Bulma said before continuing to speak because there was something that was not very clear.


    "It''s not wrong to want to enjoy a fight or to find out what your enemy is capable of, I''m not saying you should throw yourself at your enemy like a mad berserker or a reckless mindless berserker, but there is a time for everything.


    As martial artists, we need to know what to do and how to do it in certain situations. Who knows, maybe you will have fights where the pace needs to be gradual, like in the tournament where we share experiences with other fighters.


    But you should never trust yourself, sometimes when you are hiding, you can forget that others can hide too" Bulma''s words sent Yamcha and Krillin into meditation, but not only them.


    Some fighters were interested in Bulma''s words and thought about it. Yes, they had sometimes noticed this kind of incongruity, not knowing how to act during a fight.


    But at least now, they could take the time to experiment with other styles and ways of fighting. As they stood silently thinking, new names appeared on the screen.


    "Now it is the turn of a new pair of fighters! This is Yamcha, against Ken Master, please introduce yourselves," the announcer said, making Yamcha excited because it was his turn.


    Both fighters quickly entered the arena, both young men confident and smiling. As they struck their fighting poses, the starting gong sounded.


    The fight had begun!

 53: Full moon problems.

    "Man, you look young, don''t you?" asked Ken as he took small jumps in preparation for the fight.


    "And you look very confident," Yamcha replied, gradually emitting a whitish aura of Ki around his body.


    "Of course I am, I''m strong," sensing Yamcha''s actions, Ken stopped smiling, but the confidence in his eyes never faded.


    Soon, the two fighters were facing each other, their forearms clashing intensely. Both were surprised by the strength of the other, but the fight had already begun and such thoughts had no place in such a quick exchange.


    Their confrontation gradually increased in intensity, and although Yamcha was doing his best to overcome Ken Master, the latter seemed to be quite comfortable with the pressure, getting better and better.


    How could he not be comfortable? Ken was used to fighting his fellow apprentice''s monster, who sometimes unleashed powers that seemed truly inhuman.


    It''s only when you''ve faced someone superior to you so many times that you can grow, so Ken Master had an unparalleled ability to adapt.


    "Neo Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha suddenly shouted, and several illusory figures appeared around his body, forming several Ki wolves.


    "What an amazing technique! It''s so visual, I think we can all understand what it does just by looking at it, right?" the host remarked, he really never expected to see something so special tonight.


    "A Ki projection, it will be really interesting to see how young Ken will be able to overcome it," Muten Roshi said, and indeed, Ken quickly found a way to overcome this particular technique.


    As Yamcha ran towards him with the Ki wolves, Ken lightly touched his nose before the Ki in his body exploded. Then, as Yamcha''s fists and the wolves'' claws were about to land on him, he began to spin.


    His legs met Yamcha''s blows and the flames that were created were fanned by the wind caused by his quick spinning, preventing the ki projections from hitting him directly.


    As each technique ended, Ken took the opportunity to strike Yamcha in the stomach, his fist full of fire and his body empowered by Ki, sending them both into the air.


    "Shoryuken!" Ken shouted, and his attack was powerful enough to send Yamcha flying even higher.


    Ken then took a stance that caught the attention of many, and when the blue glow appeared in the empty space between his hands, many began to shout, "Would Ken do a Kame Hame Ha? That was the thought of the audience.


    "Hadouken!" a ball of energy with electric sparks was created by Ken and then thrown at Yamcha.


    But contrary to Ken''s thoughts, who thought that Yamcha would have no support in the air, Yamcha easily dodged the attack before quickly descending.


    This turn of events caught the blond fighter off guard, and he was hit with a powerful kick that knocked him back several steps.


    "How?" asked Ken in dismay, but Yamcha just shook his head, why would he say such a thing to a rival?


    He couldn''t talk openly about the flying technique because he had identified the members of the Crane School, two fighters who looked particularly strong, especially the boy with three eyes.


    So Yamcha simply concentrated the Ki in his fingers, and the shape his energy took was similar to the claws of a wolf. The image of a gigantic wolf appeared behind him, roaring silently at Ken.


    As the fight resumed, Ken could tell that something was wrong, very wrong, each blow from Yamcha felt without force or substance, but strangely, he could feel his body growing more uncomfortable, more rigid.


    As he tried to pull away from Yamcha at one point, he noticed the smile on the young man''s face as he closed his right hand in a gesture that formed a fist, and a wave of pain coursed through Ken''s entire body, making him realize what had happened.


    Yamcha''s energy had subtly infiltrated his body, weakening it, and not only that, the boy''s gesture was now causing him a great deal of pain, so much so that his eyesight had been affected, causing him to see blurred.


    Yamcha took the opportunity to keep hitting Ken''s body, but this time his blows had much more power behind them, and no matter how hard the blond fighter tried to defend himself, the stiffness in his body prevented him from doing anything effective.


    Soon, Yamcha landed a hard blow to Ken''s head, causing him to fall to the ground. Then the man''s body writhed in pain before collapsing in a faint. Then Yamcha''s Ki, which had been on Ken''s body, surged out of Ken''s body and dissipated into the air.


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    "Fighter Ken Master is disqualified! Fighter Yamcha wins!" the announcer shouted, announcing Yamcha''s victory and his entry into the 16 fighters.


    ...


    "That was a good fight, Yamcha," Bulma said, so Yamcha did not know what to say and just lowered his head, but at least he could find the courage to answer her.


    "Thank you..." muttered Yamcha, who received the touch from Krillin that brought him out of his brief stupor.


    "I don''t understand how you can be so strong and so shy, but you had a great fight, man," Krillin said, causing Yamcha to relax and even laugh.


    "That guy is really strong, but he got distracted at the end," Yamcha explained modestly, but Goku shook his head.


    "If it had been me, even if I couldn''t fly, I would have attacked you constantly to prevent you from taking the opportunity, if that guy named Ken didn''t stand still, I might have beaten you," Goku examined the fight Yamcha had, and his words made the young fighter nod.


    "Yeah, we were even, but it looks like he didn''t have much fighting experience. You know, when I was a bandit, I learned that the best defense is a good offense," Yamcha commented, remembering his past.


    Just as they were about to continue their dialog, the screen showed the next fight, Goku against a strange guy named Man-Wolf. Although his name was strange, he had a pretty outstanding participation on the first night, so Goku was excited for this fight.


    When Goku and Man-Wolf went to the arena, the young man felt strange, as if something was about to happen, but did not know what it was. Meanwhile, Man-Wolf was unusually serious, looking at Goku with scrutiny.


    "Begin!" The starting gong was sounded and both fighters tensed, but Man-Wolf did something no one expected.


    A small ball of white light appeared from his hand, and then that ball slowly floated up into the sky in front of everyone present, as well as the viewers at home.


    "Hahahahahahaha! Now, under the light of my moon technique, I''m twice as strong, boy, now you''re going to lose!" the Man-Wolf laughed as he felt the moonlight empowering him, and even his body grew larger, filling with muscles.


    On the other hand, Goku looked at the strange moon in the sky and thought of the technique recorded on the ship that brought him to Earth, although the moonlight of the technique in front of him did not compare to the one he was able to create, Goku felt he finally understood the strangeness he felt.


    He felt the familiar power in Man-Wolf, something similar to what he was capable of, hence the strangeness. But now, seeing how Man-Wolf seemed to enjoy his increased power, Goku clicked his tongue.


    "Fool, you''ve only given me an advantage," Goku''s words snapped Man-Wolf out of the euphoria he felt at his growing strength, and as he focused his attention on Goku, he felt something that made every hair on his body tingle.


    Brutality. The small, monkey-tailed youth looked to his senses like a gigantic savage beast, something that made Man-Wolf take several steps back in shock. But when he realized that he was only a somewhat strong little boy, Man-Wolf went forward, stamping his feet.


    His footsteps full of power left gaps and cracks in the arena floor, his ki swirling around him, the pressure in the arena increased, and small pebbles flew up due to the power Man-Wolf exuded.


    "Kid, you only had a moderately interesting fight with that red-skinned guy, you can''t fight me," with arrogance due to the exuberant power he felt at that moment, Man-Wolf tried to attack Goku with a claw, but Goku simply raised his hand to defend himself.


    "I said you gave me the advantage," Goku said, his eyes turning red as the sound of his heart echoed over the noise of the crowd.


    "What is going on?!! A strange change is happening in the body of the fighter Son Goku!" the announcer shouted, interested in what was going on.


    Although he knew from the file Goku had provided that Goku could transform by observing the light of the full moon, there was no full moon tonight, but Man-Wolf''s technique seemed to help him trigger such a transformation in the young man.


    The sound of a huge drum resounded even through the televisions or computers of the spectators, who imagined they were in front of a huge creature just by hearing that rumble.


    Before the eyes of everyone watching, Goku''s body began to fill with thick brown hair, large fangs appeared in his mouth, his face changed and his muscles grew.


    His entire body seemed to suddenly inflate, and his clothes adjusted to his growing height as his size not only swelled but also widened. Man-Wolf had to step back several feet and raise his head to see the massive being in front of him.


    An Ozaru. Ozaru roared at the sky before striking him hard in the chest. Though his eyes were still red, Goku seemed to be in control of himself, not doing anything inappropriate or unnecessary, just looking down at the man-wolf.


    "Fool," Ozaru said in a terribly thick voice, slurring his words and with a strange accent, before bursting into laughter, if those sounds were laughter at all.


    Goku wasted no time, he just kicked at Man-Wolf, who was too shocked to dodge or defend himself. His whole body was kicked in a surprising way by an enormous weight and force, sending him flying out of the arena.


    There was silence, not even Muten Roshi or the announcer spoke, they just stood there and watched the huge creature that Goku had transformed into, and after a long silence, someone in the audience began to shout.


    "You are Goku! You are Goku! They are Goku! You are Goku! They are Goku! They are Goku!" Soon, many people joined that person, shouting Goku''s name at the top of their lungs.


    "What a turn of events! Fighter Man-Wolf has been disqualified, Fighter Son Goku wins!" with the words of the announcer, the shouts from the crowd grew stronger.


    A smile appeared on the fierce face of Ozaru, who gradually lost his form until the young Saiyan appeared in his normal form, jumping with excitement in the arena.


    When Goku returned to the area where he was fighting, Bulma''s arm was around his neck, while the girl''s hand ruffled his unusually coiffed hair. Though Goku tried to wriggle free, Bulma''s strength was superior at this point.


    "Show-off!" Bulma shouted at Goku, who, understanding the reason for his older sister''s actions, simply burst out laughing without even responding.


    On the other hand, Chi-Chi approached them and looked at Goku with an unusual gleam in her eyes. Although she knew Goku''s Ozaru form, every time Goku tried it, it had always gone out of control.


    It seemed that Goku had now taken control of this alternate form of his.

 54: Turtle vs Crane.

    "The next fighters to face each other are Krillin and Chaoz. Please come to the arena. " This time, Muten Roshi announced the names that appeared on the screen.


    Soon, Krillin arrived at the arena, looking somewhat strangely at Chaoz, who was constantly floating, to the amazement of the watching crowd. Seeing the crowd''s exaggerated reactions to the sight of him floating, Chaoz cracked a small smile.


    "Wow, it looks like the fighter named Chaoz can stay afloat all the time. Tell us, Master Roshi, how is he able to do that?" the host asked Roshi, hoping to bring a bit of folk truth to the unknowing.


    "Well...looking at the kanji on the boy''s fighting uniform, I see that he is from the Crane School, founded by my former rival Tsuru. As far as I know, he created a special flying technique.


    You know, flying is an easy skill to achieve if you know how to control ki, but special flying techniques are few and far between, and I see that this Chaoz seems to have integrated it quite well into his instincts.


    Although I can see his use of psychic power, which reduces the energy consumption of this technique. Although I have some animosity towards Tsuru...., his students are special. But I trust young Krillin," Muten Roshi said with a small smile on his face.


    He knew that his ''enemy'' Tsuru could hear him, because he knew that he was in the special area for those who were important to the fighters, so he said those words to provoke him.


    Even though he trusted Krillin very much. The boy might have been a little afraid or had a little low self-esteem, but he was a very special person and had accepted his teachings for a long time.


    "Well, let''s hope that these two young fighters will give us a great fight. Fight!" The starting gong sounded loudly.


    Krillin already knew Chaoz''s affiliation, the Crane School, the ''rival'' of his school. As a student of Muten Roshi, he belonged to the Turtle School, so he took this fight very seriously.


    Chaoz, on the other hand, looked at Krillin with a certain amount of mischief; he had received his master''s advice days before the tournament began that if he met a member of the Turtle School, he should show no mercy.


    The two small fighters stared at each other, both of their bodies tense and their energies twisting in their bodies, ready to act at the slightest command.


    Both could sense the wariness and animosity of the other, especially Chaoz towards Krillin, who was a bit afraid of the possible techniques of his rival, a member of a school known for its ruthlessness.


    ''Come on, Krillin, your teammates are watching and supporting you,'' Krillin said to himself, encouraging himself.


    Then he decided to take the initiative. The aura of energy covered his body before he glided towards Chaoz, his feet barely touching the ground. Surprise appeared in Chaoz''s eyes. What did he see?


    Someone was using his school''s special flying technique! As a Jiang Shi-like being, he hated walking, so he had studied the flying technique a lot to simply float freely in the air.


    Because of this, he was able to detect those small differences that made the Crane School''s flying technique special, so he felt quite angry at this moment, because it was obvious that the guy in front of him had somehow stolen his school''s technique.


    But he didn''t notice the small smile on Krillin''s lips as he noticed Chaoz''s sudden stiffening at the sight of him; he knew that the impression of his actions had led to what he wanted, to get the upper hand in this fight.


    With so many martial arts geniuses surrounding him, including himself, how could they not modify this special technique? They had made special variations for them, but as he once heard from Bulma, ''There are no bad techniques, just a bad time to use them.''


    As far as Krillin was concerned, this was the special time to use this technique, so he turned his body to kick Chaoz hard, sending him flying. The beginning of the fight favored him; Krillin did not get careless and chased after Chaoz.


    But Chaoz recovered quickly and stretched out his hands, pointing at Krillin, using his psychic powers. Krillin felt a strange sensation in his stomach, as if he had eaten many things that had gone bad and reacted strongly in his gut.


    So he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as his body curled up. Beads of sweat covered his shaved head, and he couldn''t understand why he was in so much pain right now.


    It was only when he noticed Chaoz approaching and saw the blue glow on his hands that indicated the use of psionic power that he understood. This was the influence of a psychic technique!


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    "Thief! How did you get our school''s special flying technique?" asked Chaoz, and although he had two eternal red circles on his pale face, the crimson color seemed to spread throughout his body due to the anger he felt.


    "I am not a thief!" shouted Krillin, using his willpower and energy to overcome the psychic influence, which was noticed by Chaoz, who felt his rival''s resistance.


    "The technique you used was the technique of my school! How did you steal it?" Chaoz asked again, not believing his own words, but soon he felt his technique gradually being broken.


    Then, resorting to what he considered a drastic method, Chaoz lifted Krillin with one of his fingers, and soon a ball of yellow energy appeared at the tip of it.


    With his perception of energy, Krillin could tell that this simple ball of ki was no simple thing; the threat it posed was something he had never felt before, as if this technique was made solely to kill his rival.


    "Tell me or you''ll see," Chaoz threatened, not caring much about the rules of this tournament right now, if he had to kill someone for his crime against the school, he would do it.


    After all, the Crane School had members who were killers, and even the best of them was the younger brother of Tsuru, the founder of the school. The more sensitive fighters who watched the confrontation could even sense Chaoz''s murderous intent, but no one did anything to intervene.


    However, Bulma gave Ten Shinhan a serious look from afar, causing the young Triclop to look back at her. Not only was the look intense, but the young girl''s purple aura burned in her body and made the other fighters feel her.


    Although Ten Shinhan was strong and confident in himself, he felt the weight of Bulma''s power, so he looked to the arena where Krillin had gradually joined in, freeing himself from the influence of Chaoz''s technique.


    "I DIDN''T STEAL ANYTHING, PALE BOY!" Krillin shouted, feeling quite angry at this point.


    Out of anger, Krillin''s ki surged, and he performed a kiai that knocked Chaoz back. He might be timid, shy, sometimes arrogant, and often laughed at for his ''ugliness'', but even he, a Buddhist boy, had breaking points.


    Furious, he ignored his usual lack of self-confidence that always tended to sabotage him, and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to fight, not just to prove his strength, but to keep his reputation and that of his school intact.


    Krillin, who thought this was just a normal tournament, acted under the threat of death and anger at the disrespect. His form seemed to fade away.


    By the time Chaoz tried to track his energy signature, it was too late; Krillin punched Chaoz hard in the face, his fist covered in yellow Ki, increasing the power of his attack.


    Then, as if taunting Chaoz, he flew again, but this time it was obvious that he was using a different technique, causing Chaoz, who touched his bruised cheek, to look at him strangely.


    "I don''t need to steal your inefficient technique, the Turtle School has its methods." Krillin did not smile, nor did he have an excited or haughty tone in his voice; he simply looked at Chaoz, who insisted on pointing at him with the ball of energy on his outstretched finger.


    "Why did you fly using our school''s technique?" Chaoz changed the question this time, causing Krillin to burst out laughing.


    "I don''t deny that we got to know it for some reason, but I can swear on the honor of the Turtle School that we didn''t get it illegally, and we don''t even use it every day; we have our own better flying techniques." Krillin wasn''t lying, his flying technique might be less cool than the one Bulma wanted to create to even fly in space.


    But he is a martial arts genius! Under the guidance of Muten Roshi and Gohan, he was able to make adjustments to the basic flying technique that any ki user could learn, thus achieving a flying technique of his own.


    Furthermore, when he saw that the energy ball on Chaoz''s finger was about to be released, he decided to end this fight with his fighting technique. Yellow energy covered his hands, and the reaction caused by his energy seemed to slightly raise the temperature of the air, distorting it.


    "Dodonpa!


    "Tsuibikidan!


    They both shouted their energy attacks, Chaoz''s energy ball on his finger collapsing into a thin yellow beam, while Krillin fired two red ki attacks that seemed to be quite hot.


    The energy attacks collided head-on, but Krillin controlled his attack, parting one of the beams and hitting Chaoz squarely, knocking him to the ground. Soon, Krillin approached his opponent, who tried to struggle to his feet.


    "Why did you try to kill me? Even against the rules," Krillin asked quietly, causing Chaoz to stare at Krillin, this time with a bit of respect in his eyes.


    "I... I just wanted to protect the honor of the Crane School," Chaoz replied quietly, causing Krillin to nod before offering his hand to Chaoz.


    "I don''t know why you find it so easy to want to kill me, but you''re not a bad person, I can feel that," Krillin said, smiling at Chaoz, who didn''t know how to react at that point.


    "Why don''t you take me out of the arena?" asked Chaoz, ignoring Krillin''s hand and smile, but his somewhat sad tone indicated that he was moved.


    "Because you''ve already lost the ability to fight, why would I be so cruel as to keep kicking you?" Krillin''s words shocked Chaoz, who could only slightly avert his gaze to Ten Shinhan, thinking that he might be looking at him reproachfully.


    But no, he could see the good wishes in his friend''s eyes, as if he didn''t care about his failure or defeat. Although he did not stand out very well in this confrontation, he was able to keep Krillin in check only because he did not attack him at the moment when he had the advantage.


    So he took Krillin''s hand, who quickly helped him up with ease. At another time, Chaoz would surely have attacked sneakily, but he felt that the bald boy next to him did not deserve such treatment, for he, too, could sense the goodness in the young man; he was not an evil or negative person.


    "I give up," Chaoz said, and knowing that this might upset his master, he just let it go.


    After a long time of training with Ten Shinhan, he understood that some of Tsuru''s inferior means were not that effective in battle, and although his nature was somewhat cold, he didn''t like the way his master dealt with things.


    Of course, he usually didn''t say such things and kept quiet, especially since his best friend, Ten Shinhan, was someone who was a fan of Tao Pai Pai, but lately, even Ten Shinhan had some doubts, so he simply decided to cut the knot himself.


    "Fighter Chaoz has surrendered! Fighter Krillin wins!" the announcer shouted, declaring that this short showdown between famous schools was over.

 55: All the pretty girls liked me.

    "Good job, Krillin!" Goku shouted as his partner returned.


    "I don''t think I did a good job, but thank you!" Krillin said in a low tone, but he had a big smile on his face, happy that he had fought well.


    "No, you did an excellent job. Was that a new technique?" Yamcha asked, touching Krillin''s shoulder and looking at him with interest.


    "Yeah! Do you think I''m falling behind? You guys are always coming up with new techniques, I don''t want to just have an arsenal of unused techniques and none of them be mine," although Krillin''s comment was normal, even full of determination, something sparkled in Bulma''s eyes when she heard it.


    ''If you only knew...'' Bulma thought as she looked sideways at Goku, remembering that his ''original'' version barely had one or two original techniques, and the rest of his arsenal was techniques created by other people.


    Even though there are powerful techniques in the world of Dragon Ball, Bulma has always believed that what you create is best for you, not only because it allows you to learn more about yourself, but in many cases, the creator is the only one who can bring the performance of that technique to 100% unless it is taught well to someone else.


    So she was very supportive of innovation among her peers; each new technique, no matter how simple, was an example of what they had learned and the path they had traveled.


    "And it seems to be an interesting technique," Bulma said, and her comment made Krillin scratch his neck.


    "Hearing that from you, I guess I did well," Krillin said excitedly.


    He recognized Bulma as his ''big sister'', so the girl''s words were quite comforting to him, because what could be better than receiving recognition from a person you care about?


    "Bulma, you came up on the screen," Chi-Chi said suddenly, making Bulma look at the screen.


    Bulma''s name appeared next to Lan-Fan''s, and soon she felt someone behind her looking at her intently. When she turned around, she saw that it was Lan-Fan winking at her.


    "The next contestants are Bulma and Lan-Fan! Please come up!" the announcer called, making both fighters step into the arena.


    "Hi, sweetie~!" Lan-Fan waved her hand gently at Bulma, who felt a strange sensation as if something ''soft'' was caressing her mind.


    Suddenly, Bulma''s eyes narrowed, releasing a strong pressure that dispelled the strange sensation from her mind. Annoyed, she looked at Lan-Fan, who burst out laughing as she covered her face.


    Every movement of the woman radiated a great charm, as if she had integrated sensuality deep into herself and tried to attract everyone''s attention with every gesture.


    "Oops, looks like you''re a little alert, too bad~" Lan-Fan whispered, and although her tone was sweet, her eyes glittered menacingly.


    Bulma didn''t need to use her empathic ability to notice Lan-Fan''s strangeness, it seemed as if the false mask on this woman''s face was falling, revealing a bit of her true self.


    "Begin!" Roshi announced, and the starting gong was struck, signaling the beginning of the match.


    "Chanting? Seduction? I never thought I''d see a technique like that," Bulma said, a little annoyed by Lan-Fan''s attempt to mentally attack her.


    "Honey, a woman''s best weapon is her charm. If humans can create ki, punch, and kick techniques, why not charm?" Lan-Fan ignored the pouty face Bulma made when she heard his words, she just looked at the audience.


    "Isn''t that right, my fans~?" said Lan-Fan, and although she did not shout, her voice was heard by everyone present.


    This showed Bulma how well the woman in front of her controlled her energy, but the most interesting thing was yet to come. Soon, the crowd seemed to be overly in love with Lan-Fan, shouting her name at the top of their lungs.


    "See, the boys have a crush on me, but my ''radar'' says you''re not interested in boys... so look, all the beautiful girls have a crush on me," Lan-Fan said with a strange smile on her face.


    Yes, many women in the audience seemed to have pink ''hearts'' in their eyes, all of them calling out Lan-Fan''s name as if they were madly in love with her. Bulma was not bothered by this, but she noticed something very strange.


    A strange fluctuation of energy was being generated in the crowd, and slowly that energy was falling on Lan-Fan, empowering her. Bulma didn''t want to see her rival''s changes, so her purple Ki surged in her body, ready to stop Lan-Fan.


    "Don''t get impatient, don''t you know that the strongest force in the world is love?" Lan-Fan raised an eyebrow when she saw that Bulma was about to attack, so she went to work as well.


    Although she hadn''t collected all the ''love'' from the audience yet, she was already strong enough to fight Bulma, because Lan-Fan was aware that her normal strength would not be enough against the blue-haired girl in front of her.


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    She had noticed it before, because as a martial artist, her sense of alertness and crisis was on high alert. When Bulma did her power demonstrations, she knew that she had to use her best technique.


    She had discovered this strange power called ''Love'', all under the guidance of a strange woman who was very ugly to her, but was called very ''beautiful''. This so-called beautiful woman taught her this power and how to use it.


    Although she did not follow the strange path of this supposed woman, she was inspired to develop a subtle seduction technique capable of generating the ''love'' she needed to become stronger.


    Now... she wanted to use this special power against her rival, Bulma. By the way, it was this power that showed him the special tastes of his rival, because since it was the power of ''Love'', it could sense people''s tastes in that area.


    Lan-Fan''s body glowed with a pink energy filled with a strange feeling, and many fighters suddenly felt that Lan-Fan was unusually beautiful, and although they were strong-willed people, they could not help but feel a certain attraction to the woman.


    Even Nam, who was an ascetic who had mastered his desires, looked at Lan-Fan with some interest, but perhaps the only person who did not suffer from this strange influence was Goku, who simply scratched his head.


    "I don''t understand, why is everyone acting weird?" wondered Goku quietly, watching as his friends and even Chi-Chi looked at Lan-Fan strangely, only he was immune to the fighter''s abilities due to his purity of heart and youth.


    "I hate memetic abilities," Bulma complained, flying low towards Lan-Fan.


    "It''s just my beauty that attracts everyone''s attention~" Lan-Fan took a fighting stance and punched forward.


    The two women''s fists collided, and to Bulma''s amazement, Lan-Fan held still even though the ground beneath her cracked from the force of the impact.


    "You are strong, but love makes me so much stronger, sweetheart~" Lan-Fan whispered to Bulma before throwing a kick to her stomach, but her rival was able to lift her leg to defend herself.


    Soon, the two began to exchange blows, constantly moving around the arena. Each blow between them constantly cracked the sand and expelled air, gradually creating a vortex around the women.


    Lan-Fan''s influence spread beyond the island; each spectator, each person who caught their eye, felt a strange attraction that provided small crumbs of energy that empowered them more and more.


    It was this growing strength that allowed Lan-Fan to hold her own against Bulma, and to some extent, to be on equal footing. Even if Bulma was inclined to use energy attacks, Lan-Fan''s increased power was enough to not only protect herself but also to counterattack.


    ''This is too absurd,'' Bulma thought, but a smile tugged at the corner of the girl''s lips.


    She wasn''t a Saiyan, but she was looking forward to this fight because she rarely had the chance to fight with her full power, and her strength had been growing slowly. Sure, she had Gohan and Arale to compare herself to, but that would be a crushing defeat, nothing that would help her grow.


    Bulma''s effort was slowly reaching the maximum she could exert, using all of her strength, but Lan-Fan''s influence was like a black hole, attracting the ''love'' it generated in all who saw it.


    What they didn''t know was that by using this kind of power, a derivative of Ki from another universe, Lan-Fan attracted the attention of a certain being who was a little curious about the situation.


    But the fight continued to increase in intensity. Bulma had clasped her hands together, channeling her Ki into the opening of her palms, creating an ever-growing, spinning ball of blue energy.


    "Kame!" Bulma shouted, and this made Lan-Fan stay alert, even with so much ''love'', a lot of it was wasted, and she could not fully utilize it, so she could not crush her opponent, something that annoyed her.


    "Hame!" When she saw that Bulma was going all out, to the point that loose pieces of shattered sand were rising up and even falling apart.


    So Lan-Fan quickly used one of her techniques, an extremely hot crimson aura erupted from her body, channeled into her palms, and extended in Bulma''s direction.


    "Ha!"


    "Blast wave!


    Both girls screamed in unison, a blue and a red energy beam colliding head-on, exploding in the middle of the arena. Both energy attacks collided hard, not moving from place to place.


    "Is that all you have? You can''t go any further! While the love of the world makes me stronger," Lan-Fan said, feeling the slow but sure increase of her energy as her attack pushed Bulma''s Kame Hame Ha in her direction.


    "Hehe... but that''s not your power," Bulma pointed out the crux of the matter. Yes, it was impressive the power Lan-Fan could achieve with the power of ''Love'', but Bulma could see that she was using it in a very crude way.


    Her actual Ki had not increased! If Lan-Fan''s Ki increased with this power, it would make this woman much more dangerous, because she could grow constantly if she became some kind of idol on a universal level.


    But that was not the case. Any power that doesn''t belong to you is useless, something Bulma felt very strongly about. And even though she was using all of her energy right now, she didn''t care if her attack was returned to her.


    Because this situation could make him draw more power from within! Her Kame Hame Ha was barely extended from her body, the heat from Lan-Fan''s attack even made her sweat, but Bulma could feel her limits.


    ''Finally... I haven''t had a good fight like this in a long time,'' Bulma thought, feeling those limits inside her like a big stopper, but as she was pushed into a corner, her determination grew more and more.


    "Come on... a little more, a little more," Bulma muttered, feeling her energy dwindling, even her Kame Hame Ha was weakening; she hadn''t expected Lan-Fan to be so different from her canonical version, but that was good, wasn''t it?


    More diversity! Only this diversity would make this new life a unique and different story from the ''standard'' one. Then, just as she was about to be hit by Lan-Fan''s attack, something inside her opened her eyes.


    The Kame Hame Ha turned purple, unlike Lan-Fan''s red-hot energy, Bulma''s Ki radiated warmth, but a strange pressure surged from the blue-haired girl''s body, as if something was looking down on this world with disdain.


    It was only a small part of all the power hidden within her, but it helped her to break through that barrier, and even though her energy was about to run out, her attack seemed to revive with new strength.


    Soon, the two energy attacks returned to the starting position. This time, Lan-Fan looked at Bulma with some fear. Why did this girl seem to be emitting more energy when she was exhausted?


    She didn''t understand any of this! But this was the basic core of the best fighters in this universe, to draw energy from deep within themselves, to push their limits, to constantly overcome.


    Only a certain being, who decided to watch this fight out of curiosity, looked at Bulma with even more interest, noticing a bit of her true nature and causing his eyebrow to raise.


    The butterflies continued to flap their wings, adding to the chaos in this universe.

 56: Angels interest.

    "When was such a strange creature born in this universe?" someone murmured with some interest as he watched the energy clash between the two women through what appeared to be a crystal ball.


    "It seems that I haven''t been out observing the universe looking for interesting things lately," the figure stopped watching, knowing that the blue-haired girl who had attracted his attention the most would win.


    "On the other hand, how did the power of Universe 2 get here? I''ll have to wait for Master Beerus to wake up and feel the same interest in traveling to this planet.


    Earth... that strange place, it seems that even after Master Beerus'' visit, it had life again. Will there be any dinosaurs left?" murmured the figure whose blue skin and white hair identified him as the strongest being in this universe.


    Whis. His newfound interest made him want to watch Bulma''s future actions, to get to know her better. So he began to explore her past with his staff; only in this way would he be able to understand her future actions.


    ...


    "Go away!" Bulma shouted, expelling every bit of her energy into the purple beam of power that hit Lan-Fan''s body and gradually pushed her out of the arena.


    "How can you beat me?" shouted Lan-Fan, full of anger and helplessness, even all the ''Love'' power she used seemed to be insufficient against Bulma''s desperate remount.


    "Because you don''t use your power," Bulma retorted before giving a final push, pulling Lan-Fan out and shattering the technique he had unleashed.


    Soon, all of the people who were ''in love'' with Lan-Fan reacted, realizing that they had felt emotions they shouldn''t have, and perhaps because of the ''fakeness'' of this love, the aftermath was minimal, they just felt that Lan-Fan wasn''t as ''cute'' or alluring as before.


    "What just happened? Never mind! What a good fight, right? The winner is Bulma!" the announcer shouted, causing the audience, which had been slowed down by what had just happened, to roar with excitement.


    "It looks like we just saw and experienced a new kind of power," Muten Roshi said, touching his beard with some interest, but also some fear.


    It seems that mental training must take a higher priority, although some techniques attack emotions, I never thought to come across a power source that relies on ''love'' like this, that''s dangerous,'' Muten Roshi thought and his mind began to devise a way that would help him overcome a similar situation in the future.


    Bulma, who was breathing heavily, smiled. This was what she wanted: a hard fight that would help her grow and digest all the results of her training, a fight that would help her grow in power.


    Bulma straightened her back and brushed away the sweat-soaked hair that clung to her forehead. She looked at Lan-Fan, who seemed to have received a rather strong mental shock, and Bulma had no doubt, any kind of power that had to do with the mind or emotions always tended to have some kind of disadvantage, especially when it was deactivated or rudely interrupted.


    "Why...?" muttered Lan-Fan, who was on her knees on the ground, not knowing exactly why she had lost.


    "I repeat, this is not your power," Bulma said as she approached the girl.


    "Though powerful, that power only gives you temporary power, and since it is not yours, your mentality did not adapt, so you acted pompously as if you dominated everyone.


    But the truth is that power never belonged to you, your Ki remained the same, your Ki did not grow, change, or even differ from other fighters," Bulma pointed out, causing Lan-Fan to look up, her eyes full of reproach as she watched the blue-haired girl.


    "Why are you telling me that!?" Lan-Fan shouted, making Bulma shake her head, noticing the emotional aftermath of that kind of power.


    "I feel that you are using this power the wrong way, love is not achieved by mere seduction, love is something that is achieved with time and trust, that is why your power is so fragile," Bulma, who understood a bit of this strange power by fighting against it, explained this situation to Lan-Fan.


    "Do you want to be loved by everyone? Make yourself someone that everyone can trust, then maybe this power will change something in you and become more than just a force that temporarily empowers you." Bulma''s words made Lan-Fan bite her lower lip in frustration, because she knew that this was the right way, but it was too slow for her.


    "If you want to fight me on equal terms again, this is the way to do it," Bulma said before showing Lan-Fan her palm, hoping to help her up.


    Lan-Fan looked at Bulma with a different kind of emotion, but then she calmed down. It seemed that the emotional shock caused by the disruption of her mental abilities had subsided, so she took Bulma''s hand, which helped her to her feet.


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    "What a display of sportsmanship! It seems that these two fighters have made peace. I hope to see them fight again in the next edition of this tournament," the host said, causing that kind of anticipation to grow in the audience.


    "Now, the next fighters are Rock Lee vs. Toguro!" said Muten Roshi, causing many people to gasp.


    They had seen Toguro''s fight on the first night! That guy was a big man, full of muscles on his body, and was able to defeat his opponent with a single punch, attracting the attention of the crowd at the time.


    On the other hand, Rock Lee looked quite small in comparison, which made many people fear for this guy. But Rock Lee was happy at that moment, and he entered the arena with a big smile on his face.


    Toguro took it one step at a time, ignoring the crowd that kept cheering his name. He concentrated on his fight, for even though his opponent was a young man, he had seen the fighting spirit this boy had shown on the first night.


    Furthermore, he could sense that the young man had begun to explore the control of his energy and felt much more alive than before. This made Toguro smile slightly, Maybe he could teach this boy something.


    "Let the match begin!" announced Muten Roshi, and the gong was loudly struck.


    "Boy, it looks like you''ve received some ki training," Toguro said, taking off the dark green trench coat that covered his body.


    Toguro showed off his muscles, which looked like coiled snakes that were constantly writhing, gradually inflating his body. Toguro''s energy seemed to be quite high and dark, but there was a smile full of fighting desire on his face.


    "Yes, someone decided to teach me a bit, it''s something basic, and I haven''t had much time to practice, but I hope to do my best in this fight," Rock Lee explained enthusiastically.


    A small green-colored aura emerged from Rock Lee''s body; it was weak, but it was enough to give him a slight physical improvement. This showed how highly talented Rock Lee was in terms of energy, as he had reached this point very quickly with only a few days of training.


    "Well then... let''s fight." Toguro''s leg muscles twisted, allowing him to leap forward as if propelled by a spring.


    The repaired sand cracked with every step he took, and though he looked sturdy and heavy, his movement was quite fast. But Rock Lee''s dynamic vision was quite good, so he was able to see a bit of Toguro''s track.


    Thus, he was able to put his arms in a defensive position and managed to protect his body from the strong blow that Toguro gave him. Even though his body was thrown back, at least he didn''t go flying.


    Still, his arms shook from the force he had to resist. But he gritted his teeth, not wanting to just be a punching bag, and when Toguro approached to kick him again, he pushed his body to the limit and managed to dodge the attack by the skin of his teeth.


    Then, Rock Lee took the opportunity to throw a punch at Toguro, who felt the little force behind the blow and simply let it hit his stomach.


    The blow sounded rather dry, as if Rock Lee had hit a concrete wall. Rock Lee''s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this absurd situation, but he didn''t give up, taking advantage of Toguro''s obvious lack of reaction to continue hitting him hard.


    "Boy, if you want to increase your strength with ki, you should direct it like this when you attack..." Unconcerned, Toguro began to verbally instruct Rock Lee, causing him to become a bit agitated.


    Under the big man''s advice, Rock Lee''s punches began to increase in strength, causing Toguro to even smile broadly, because now he could ''feel'' the boy''s punches, even though they were as painful as the touch of a flower, it was a different change from the previous damage.


    "Good, now I''ll show you something you can achieve if you train hard." Toguro stepped back and turned away from Rock Lee, who was breathing heavily due to the strenuous training.


    Toguro seemed to catch his breath, and then a strong pressure came out of him. A dark aura emerged from his body, but contrary to what one might think, it was not evil; it simply had that special color.


    Toguro''s muscles twisted even more, growing out of proportion to the point where it was no longer aesthetically pleasing, but simply looked like a huge mountain of muscles.


    "Wow, that''s pretty good muscle control, even I feel inspired!" said Muten Roshi, acknowledging the differences between his technique and Toguro''s.


    "Looks like Toguro wants to prove something to fighter Rock Lee! This is the kind of thing this tournament was created for, to share experiences and teachings, not just to fight," the moderator commented at the right time, returning to the basic point of why this tournament was organized.


    It was not just to enjoy fighting or to win money, but to share experiences, to learn from others, and to see new fighting styles. Therefore, many fighters from all over the world attended this tournament, hoping to be inspired.


    Toguro''s Ki was finely controlled by him, even if it did not appear so to the naked eye. Toguro''s fist was covered in energy before he struck the sky.


    Under the starlight, many people watched as a beam of energy shot across the sky, clearing the cloudy sky. It was a demonstration strike, but Rock Lee''s eyes were filled with stars.


    Knowing that he could reach this point filled him with determination! So, without waiting for Toguro to fight him again, he simply jumped out of the arena, disqualifying himself.


    "Thank you for the instruction, Mr. Toguro, I hope to meet you in three years," Rock Lee said, bowing 90 degrees in the direction of the fighter.


    "What a beautiful denouement! Fighter Rock Lee has disqualified himself! The winner is Fighter Toguro!" the announcer shouted, excited at the end of the match.


    "Boy, would you like to follow me?" asked Toguro, and Rock Lee wasted no time in nodding.


    "Of course I would!" shouted Rock Lee, making Toguro, who had approached the young man, smile.


    "Good, I''ll make a strong man out of you," Toguro said before putting his trench coat back on.


    Then, sensing that something interesting was about to happen, Toguro looked around the arena and saw a fighter who made him raise an eyebrow. A tall, slender man with slicked-back black hair who radiated an elegant aura.


    "The next fighters are Shinobu Sensui versus Bane!" shouted Muten Roshi, introducing the two fighters.


    Both were tall, but while Sensui was slender, Bane was a man wearing a mask, and his body was quite stocky, but his eyes looked quite intelligent, cautiously eyeing Sensui, who simply smiled kindly.


    The starting gong was struck with great force, signaling the beginning of this match.

 57: 16 Fighters.

    "That guy named Sensui gives me a bad feeling," Goku said, pointing to the fighter named Sensui, who kept a simple, unflappable smile on his face, as if the crowd or his opponent did not affect him in the least.


    "He''s a dangerous guy," Bulma replied, sensing the strangeness in Sensui. If this man were anything like the character she remembered, he would undoubtedly show some of his true nature in the next fight.


    "His soul is strange," muttered Chi-Chi, her eyes shining with a whitish glow, she had used a special spell that allowed her to see the strangeness in Sensui''s soul.


    She didn''t know how to describe it, but she saw something like seven colored stripes in Sensui''s soul, each with a different kind of ''temperament'', as if they had their personality.


    Chi-Chi''s explanation of her findings made Bulma focus more on Sensui, who was slowly walking towards her opponent, named Bane. This silence, this calm, as if nothing else in the world mattered but him, scared Bulma a little.


    She just hoped that this guy''s life in this universe was different than his counterpart, because even though she felt much stronger than him, she didn''t want to face him. After all, Sensui was a pretty dangerous guy.


    ...


    "Aren''t you afraid of me approaching you like this?" asked Bane, and although his body was full of muscles, his gaze was cautious, his eyes shining with intelligence, for he was someone who used brains more than brawn to fight.


    "I am not afraid of anything or anyone," Sensui said, shaking his head, and as he walked, a golden aura full of holiness emanated from him, as if he alone were the purest thing in this world.


    This aura seemed to isolate him from the rest of the world, as if anything outside of him could not bear to taint his essence. This display of power caused Bane to do the same, causing a layer of greenish ki to emanate from his body.


    "You are powerful," Sensui said, stopping ten feet away from Bane and examining his body with morbid curiosity.


    "I climbed Karin''s Tower," Bane replied, causing something in Sensui''s expression to change for the first time, showing a bit of awe.


    "That is a great achievement," the man said, regaining his composure, at least on the surface.


    But both Bane and the fighters who had witnessed the match noticed that Sensui''s muscles had tensed, his eyes were now looking intently at his opponent, and his body had hunched a few degrees, as if he was ready to fight at any moment.


    "Me too, I must say I was surprised that Master Karin was a cat, although I always thought he was called Korin, I guess different parts of the world have different ways of calling him," this time, Sensui''s words sounded different, without the subtle disdain that was hidden in them, this time, it was obvious that he felt some respect for Bane.


    "True, I also knew him as Korin, until he told me that it wasn''t his name that mattered, but what he taught." Bane took a fighting stance, ending the conversation.


    "It seems that the two fighters have met an interesting challenge in the world of martial arts! Please, Muten Roshi, tell us a little more about the legendary Tower of Karin," the moderator said, causing Roshi to cough a little before he spoke.


    "For hundreds of years, there has been a rumor that an Immortal lives at the top of the Karin Tower. To meet him, you must not use any external means or technique; you must climb this great tower with your own hands and feet.


    The tower is so high that it surpasses the clouds, and it is even common for the weather to change and for lightning to strike you, haha, I still remember the first time I climbed it.


    Hunger, cold, sleep, and fatigue will be your enemies to defeat, but if you climb it... You will be worthy to meet the Immortal," Muten Roshi''s words made some fighters who had not climbed the tower feel interested.


    Even Lapis and Lazuli were interested, who wouldn''t want to be taught by someone who held the title of ''Immortal''? Thus, many people watched the battle between Sensui and Bane with great attention.


    Bane''s moves were based more on boxing and grappling styles, and he constantly displayed all of his power, even contributing to the cracking of the new arena.


    On the other hand, Sensui''s style was based entirely on kicks, his movements fluid, fast, and precise. It was as if the man was performing a one-man show.


    Their fight was quite intense, and neither of them came out unscathed. If Sensui kicked Bane, Bane could return with a strong punch or a hard throw to the ground. If one of them used Ki, the other would respond in kind.


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    They gave it their all! But gradually, it became apparent that Sensui''s golden aura was more than just something to show off or a common enhancer, especially when that layer of energy gradually solidified into a battle armor that increased Sensui''s strength.


    With this augmentation, Sensui was able to quickly knock Bane out of the arena, demonstrating his superior strength to Bane, but once he had won, he climbed down from the arena to help Bane to his feet.


    "That was a good fight, I rarely have a match like that," Sensui said as he easily lifted Bane to his feet and, looking at the wounds on his opponent''s body, gently touched his body.


    Sensui''s golden energy flowed into Bane''s body and helped him recover from the wounds, which included several broken bones, torn muscles, and even a black eye.


    "I guess thanks," Bane shook his body, realizing that even though he wasn''t completely healed, everything was fine and he just needed to rest for a while before he would be back to 100%.


    "You''re welcome, I look forward to fighting you another day," Sensui said, regaining the smile he had started the fight with, and before he went to his seat, he looked into the distance, directly into Bulma''s blue eyes.


    They didn''t need to communicate, but both could see the desire to fight in each other, so they hoped to see each other very soon in the arena tonight. As he returned to his seat, he looked with interest at the arena, where a young man had just arrived.


    He was a boy wearing a half-cap that accentuated his thick black hair at the back of his neck. He wore what seemed to be a rather tailored black school uniform, but Sensui sensed something else about the man.


    It was as if he could crush anything with his fists. When he saw his name on the screen, he learned his name, Jotaro Kujo, and engraved it in his mind, wanting to fight this guy in the future as well.


    ...


    "Looks like Earth has some interesting things going on again. A Young Saiyan seems pretty calm and not so wild, that''s good. A girl who looks like a dimensional creature, a human with some divine Ki, maybe from birth.


    Hmm? Looks like a demon has appeared in past battles, how interesting to see one of those guys here! Also, that guy who just appeared can materialize his soul, Hoho! I can feel the breath of time on him... looks like I''m going to have to wander around this planet.


    Will another physical monster like Ayla appear? I miss her so much!" said Whis, who watched the fights, never thinking that Earth would still show its special side after all this time.


    So Whis stayed to watch the rest of the fights; for example, although young Jotaro didn''t seem to be able to use the latent power in him, he was able to strike with incredible speed using his materialized soul.


    Not only that, Whis watched with interest a young Triclop fight quite well, a monk who seemed to be all-encompassing when fighting, a man who somewhat foolishly called himself Luci-Fer, using only his physical and Ki knowledge, but especially his overflowing luck that made his opponent miss all his hits or suffer silly accidents like choking on his saliva.


    He saw two twins who barely won but showed great growth in their fights, an old man who could darken his fists and hit hard while laughing like mad, and a king who demonstrated his unbeatable presence.


    And finally, a man who looked more demonic than the demons themselves, with a horrible grin on his face, as well as the angry ''expression'' shown by the muscles in his back.


    For Whis, who usually had no interest in these cosmic battles with huge ki explosions or planets being destroyed with a single finger, he was genuinely excited to see these mortals fighting.


    All because of how diverse and creative they were, the latter being the most important, creativity! To Whis, the Earthlings were quite creative in their techniques and knowledge, despite not having tens of thousands of power points, they could do far more wonderful things with their meager energy.


    In comparison, when Whis looked at the fights of other life forms in the universe that used Ki, he saw the same old energy attacks, just with the same names, with hardly any special effects.


    If anything, he saw some people using ki swords, but nothing special about how they worked. He did find a guy from Freezer''s forces who was able to stop time, but he used that ability in the stupidest way possible, which made the Angel lose interest.


    "No, it looks like I''ll have to see these 16 fighters in person," Whis said before looking over to where Beerus was sleeping and realizing that his master would not wake up for several years, an excited expression appeared on the Angel''s face.


    "Good! Let''s fly to Earth before the battles for the top 8 places begin," Whis said before his figure was enveloped in a multicolored aura and flew directly to the planet Earth at a speed that exceeded the speed of light.


    ...


    "We made it to the Top 16! The fights of the first half of the night were quite intense and interesting, right? In case you forgot, here is an updated list of the participants!" the announcer pointed to the biggest screen in the stadium, which showed the names and pictures of the 16 fighters.


    They are Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Brief, Krillin, Chi-Chi, Ten Shinhan, Toguro, Nam, King Chapa, Lapis, Lazuli, Monkey D. Garp, Shinobu Sensui, Jotaro Kujo, Yujiro Hanma, and Luci-Fer. These names were then rearranged to show who would be fighting whom.


    Son Goku vs. Nam. Yamcha vs. Ten Shinhan. Bulma Brief vs. Shinobu Sensui. King Chapa vs. Luci-Fer. Lapis vs. Krillin. Lazuli vs. Chi-Chi. Toguro vs. Yujiro Hanma. Jotaro Kujo vs. Monkey D. Garp.


    "We''ll give you 30 minutes to rest, in the meantime, why don''t we enjoy a little performance by our guest star Ai Hoshino, who will delight us with her beautiful voice," the host announced, and soon a young girl with purple hair, stars in her eyes, and a big smile, ready to sing, came on stage.


    Meanwhile, a being arrived on Earth, alerting King Kai, who was enjoying the show. But when he realized that it was only one of them, the quieter part of the duo, he calmed down.


    "But... What could have attracted the attention of the Angel of this Universe to Earth? Could it be the tournament?" muttered King Kai somewhat nervously, and his words were heard by Kami-Sama, who turned pale despite his green skin.


    "Master! Are you talking about the angel that always accompanies the so-called God of Destruction? Could it be that they want to destroy the Earth? Bulma and the others must be warned!" cried Kami-Sama with fear in his voice.


    "Don''t be afraid, he didn''t come with Beerus, the current God of Destruction, but if there is any caution to be taken, I will request communication with this being to know its intentions," said King Kai, and soon his antennae began to move, trying to communicate with the Angel Whis.


    It wasn''t even the final of the tournament, but things were getting interesting

 58: Kakarot vs Nam.

    "Hmm? This communication message... Is you, King Kai! I seem to have caught your attention," Whis, who had stopped at the high orbit of the planet Earth, transmitted these words to King Kai.


    As if noticing his gaze, Whis looked up, and his eyes seemed to meet King Kai''s directly, regardless of the distance or the space between dimensions that separated them at that moment.


    "Uh... I just wanted to say hello, Lord Whis. It''s rare to see you acting alone, let alone addressing a planet as far away as Earth," King Kai replied, entirely unnerved by the angel''s direct gaze.


    Even though they were some distance apart, King Kai''s divine position allowed him to feel the absolute terror that was Whis, a being of pure power that overwhelmed him in every way, especially on the hierarchical level.


    "It seems that you were already paying attention to this planet before my arrival, right? You''re not that curious, do you even know, or have you seen anything?" Whis asked curiously, and although his tone was quite neutral, King Kai began to sweat quite a bit from nervousness.


    "Yes... my new apprentice is a Namekian who has attained the divine position of Earth, and I''ve been training him lately; besides, there are some outstanding young people on Earth.


    You know, many incredible heroes have come from this small planet, like Olivue, or the red-haired boy who used the sword," King Kai replied, not trying to hide or lie, how could he dare to lie to a being like Whis?


    For such powerful existences, whose level of life is a difference even among divine beings, it is quite easy to distinguish between what is true and what is false. Of course, this ability could also be gained through experience, but who would have more experience than the Master of the God of Destruction?


    Satisfied with the answer he had received, Whis began to descend to Earth. He did not care who the new Kami of this small but special planet was; what similar gods had he not met before?


    What he wanted to see was those outstanding mortals! So, without disguising or hiding his appearance, he descended into the middle of the fighting arena where the tournament was being held, just as Ai Hoshino was finishing his performance.


    The sudden appearance of an unidentified blue-skinned ''human'' did not alarm anyone. Was the blue skin stranger than a talking dinosaur? What was interesting for the spectators was the reaction of the fighters.


    "It seems that the tournament has attracted the attention of someone strange! Sir, could you please leave the arena? We''re about to start the next match of the night!" the announcer warned good-naturedly, assuming that Whis was a fighter who wanted to watch the other matches and might have missed something.


    He even had an idea! Judging by the man''s extraordinary bearing and ability to fly, he might be an expert in the occult, who knew, Earth was a pretty big place, so he might as well give him a seat at the commentator''s table.


    The presenter wanted to see what surprises this strange visitor might bring. So the presenter took his microphone and approached the arena, standing in front of the blue-skinned stranger.


    Whis was much taller than the presenter, who had to raise his head to get a full view of the strange man in front of him. But he did not feel intimidated or anything like that, but spoke with complete confidence.


    "Are you a martial artist? Would you like to be the commentator for the rest of the evening?" The two questions from the host finally caught the attention of Whis, who had been ignoring all the mortals present.


    Why should he pay attention to beings so irrelevant to him? Ever since he had come to this place, all his attention had been focused on the various fighters, studying them and feeling them out.


    But the moderator''s questions seemed to be of some interest to Whis, who finally looked down and noticed the mortal approaching him confidently and without fear.


    Noting that this mortal appeared to be a simple earthling, incapable of using his energy properly, he found it interesting that he did not realize he was facing a being capable of destroying his entire solar system with a single gesture.


    Whis thought about the moderator''s questions and realized that his current intervention was only interrupting the fighting; if he wanted to see more of the spectacle that had brought him here, he should step aside.


    "I suppose I could be a ''commentator'', I''m very interested in the fights of these young men," Whis said before he floated slightly and walked towards Muten Roshi, followed by the presenter who had a huge grin on his face.


    Although the blue-skinned stranger didn''t answer his first question, he accepted his proposal, which was an achievement in itself. Soon, the three men were sitting at the commentary table.


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    "Well! I''ve got the strongest man in the world next to me. .... Muten Roshi, I''m sure you''ve heard of him," the announcer pointed to Muten Roshi as he addressed Whis, who simply shook his head.


    "I don''t know who he is," Whis replied truthfully, making the presenter a little uncomfortable, but Roshi remained silent, not wanting to speak for one simple reason:


    He couldn''t sense Whis'' energy! Normally, only inert things and lifeless creatures have no obvious signs of Ki, but even a trained martial artist would find it impossible to completely hide their energy signature.


    Diminishing it, camouflaging it, was something any martial artist could do, but they could never make the energy that lay within them disappear completely; it was inherent to every living being to lose even a trace of Ki they emitted, no matter how much control they had over it.


    Whis seemed to ignore this rule completely, which was a great surprise to both Muten Roshi and the fighters present, both in the audience and in the rest areas.


    No one could sense Whis'' presence, even when he flew, he gave off no trace of energy, which was certainly unnatural. If you didn''t follow him with your eyes, it was as if he didn''t exist, completely blending in with the surrounding world.


    But of all the surprised people, the one who was most surprised was Bulma. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she saw Whis coming down from the sky.


    ''What is this guy doing here? No, don''t think so hard, what if he can read your mind without you realizing it?'' Bulma struggled to distract her thoughts, focusing on the surprise and strangeness more than anything else.


    Though she could tell that Whis had been watching her, so had the other fighters present, so perhaps her specialty was not so pronounced among so many outstanding fighters.


    So Bulma left calmly, it didn''t matter why Whis was here, but the fact that she had to watch a fight that seemed like a strange joke of fate:


    Son Goku against Nam. A monkey against a seemingly ascetic monk, the uncanny resemblance seemed to create a strange resonance between the two fighters, who stood staring at each other as they entered the arena.


    They had not yet begun to fight, but it seemed as if they had been doing so for many years. This strange situation caught the attention of Whis, who raised an eyebrow.


    "Wow, what a strange phenomenon, a resonance between two souls," Whis said, his voice being broadcast to the whole planet through the microphone, attracting the attention of many.


    "Could you explain this to us? Sir..." Muten Roshi stepped up to the moderator and spoke first.


    "Whis, my name is Whis. And the resonance thing, it''s simple, some people share a strange connection, these two mortals were ''fated'' to fight at some point, although fate is not something that exists per se," Whis said, his words were dismissive as he spoke of fate.


    But the rest of what he said made the others understand the situation on the battlefield. When the gong that signaled the start of the battle was struck loudly, Goku let out a roar of anger that was completely mixed with his Ozaru side.


    "You''re too impetuous, monkey," Nam said, clasping his hands in prayer and gazing at Goku, who seemed to have gone into some sort of small frenzy, without any emotional fluctuation.


    Goku''s energy surged out of his body, crimson, and manifested over him as if bathed in flame. Goku had never felt so angry or upset with anyone before, not even the loss of his parents had made him as uncomfortable as Nam.


    For he could feel how his ''freedom'' could be taken away by Nam, sure, it was just an illusion caused by the resonance of souls, but something connected to him, something that transcended dimensions and universes, was angry with Nam.


    Though Sun Wukong eventually became a Buddha, his imprisonment and then being forced to follow a monk to the West was something this mythological being did not like, and these feelings reached Goku, like a faint reflection of his true essence.


    "What are you going to do, monk, trap me between your five fingers?" asked Goku, squatting down.


    Goku''s muscles tensed, ki boiled over his skin, and his emotions tugged at him, but he was a man who had meditated for years to control the savagery hidden within him, to master it, not to allow himself to become a tool.


    "If that''s what it takes to win this battle, then yes," this was the crux of the matter, something Nam quickly came to terms with.


    The strange phenomenon that was going on between him and his opponent didn''t matter, nor did the strange emotions it was causing; the only thing that mattered was the fight and who would emerge victorious.


    A broad smile appeared on Goku''s face, his tail wagging behind him as the energy on his body calmed down, hiding under his skin. Goku nodded before he spoke.


    "That''s right, I''m not that monkey, you''re not that guy. We''re just two fighters," after saying these words, Goku shot towards Nam, who was showing emotion for the first time in all this time.


    A smile had appeared on his face. With one of his palms, he parried Goku''s blow with apparent ease, truly starting this fight. The force of the impact pushed the air hard, causing a rather amazing gust of wind.


    Unlike before, when Goku used the martial arts knowledge he had learned over so many years, his fighting style was less refined, more savage, but he still smiled.


    ''This is how Dad used to train,'' Goku thought, remembering the vague image of his father, Bardock, training before him while trapped in an incubation capsule.


    His memories of his real family were somewhat distant for the young Saiyan, but he knew he had a rather loving mother who loved him dearly, a somewhat distant brother he hadn''t seen much of, and an even more absent father.


    But it was this father who had once shown him how true Saiyans fought: no rules, no details, no consideration, just the wildest and most restless side of their hearts.


    In Goku''s understanding, it seemed that this fight deserved to be fought this way. Although Bardock''s appearance was somewhat blurred in his memories, his movements, his postures, and his reactions were all very clear to him, to Kakarot.


    Though Nam could always defend himself with his palms, he gradually felt that Goku''s simple palms were beginning to change into something more.


    It was not just a wild fighting style that Goku was demonstrating, it was a signature of filtering everything he had learned and fusing it into this particular way of fighting, including various subtleties of the martial arts he had learned or observed throughout his life.


    Slowly, and in a very rustic way, Goku built his fighting style.

 59: Thunder from the sky.

    The fight between Goku and Nam became increasingly intense, although there were no outstanding ki attacks, the energy consumption of both fighters was quite high, with neither wasting any.


    Inevitably, the arena began to take damage, but not as much as in previous fights. But even though Nam felt that his defense was gradually being overwhelmed by Goku, his expression did not change, and he kept his emotions under control.


    For even though he was clearly at a disadvantage, his attention was focused on Goku, learning about him, evaluating him, and slowly adjusting his strategy against him as they fought. Thus, in the eyes of the various onlookers, the two had to maintain a strange balance.


    The Ki that covered Goku no longer fluctuated as much, covering his body with a thin crimson layer, almost as thin as a sheet of paper. There was no need for him to set his Ki on fire or exaggerate his aura; he just had to protect himself from Nam''s attacks.


    Although Nam maintained a defensive posture, his counterattacks were quite powerful, and Goku had to do a lot to protect himself and avoid damage. Also, his small size made him somewhat uncomfortable when attacking, but compared to humans, he had an extra limb to attack with.


    This was how the people learned how powerful the young Saiyan''s tail could be, and he was able to use it skillfully in battle, and as unpredictable as it could sometimes be, it had hit Nam in the face several times, even causing the left side of his face to swell.


    But it was on one of Nam''s counterattacks, aimed directly at Goku''s solar plexus, that Goku felt a strange sensation in his body, as if the limbs he could easily control were suddenly a little ''backwards''.


    Goku turned away from Nam, and with his breathing unusually labored, the young man checked his chest and noticed a strange lotus flower-shaped mark on his body. Even though Goku''s energy was flowing freely due to the ki control technique developed by Son Gohan, he felt that his body was not obeying him.


    "What is that?" This was the first time that Goku was confronted with such a strange technique, so he did not hide his curiosity and asked Nam a question.


    "A Lotus Seal. It should gradually block your body and energy, but it seems that your ki is indomitable," Nam replied, not wanting to hide anything.


    A sealing technique that could be used in a normal fight made Goku''s eyes light up. He had heard about similar techniques! Roshi knew of one called Mafuba, while Bulma told him strange stories of ninjas from a faraway place, one of their most powerful techniques had to do with seals.


    "Is that why my body feels weird?" Although it sounded like a question, Goku just said those words as he tried to close his hands and make them into fists, but he felt that this ''backwardness'' in his actions had gotten even worse.


    "You can''t escape the seal," Nam said, approaching Goku and looking at him with some scrutiny.


    He was interested in Goku''s ability to retain his free energy despite the seal on his body, but he didn''t expect that, as he approached, Goku would open his mouth and shoot a sudden ki attack at him.


    A jet of crimson energy shot out of Goku''s mouth, knocking Nam several metres away. His body was slightly injured by the last-minute defence, but he was annoyed by the oversight.


    Meanwhile, Goku was laughing happily, although his laughter soon faded as he lost control of his facial muscles. He had even fallen to his knees as the seal had spread quite a bit.


    Now the skin on Goku''s body seemed to be covered with lotus roots, and as these roots spread, even keeping his eyes open became a challenge. He even felt as if his air was running out, and his heartbeat became less frequent.


    "Naughty monkey," Nam complained silently, unaware that some of his emotional control had been lost, but that was Goku''s charm; he could always bring things out of his opponents, whether they wanted to or not.


    More cautious this time, Nam approached Goku as he lay on the ground. The referee''s count had started and was already at 6; if Goku didn''t get up by the time it reached 10, he would lose.


    "Goku, get up! Or I''ll eat your muffins!" a girl''s voice cut through the noise of the onlookers, and Nam turned to see Chi-Chi waving her hands as if to wake Goku.


    "Child, no one can overcome this seal unless their mind is completely clear and free of emotion," Nam said, but the response he received was Chi-Chi sticking her tongue out at him in a childish manner.


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    "Children..." Just as Nam was about to utter a thought-provoking sentence, he felt that something had changed in his seal; it had not broken, but something had begun to fight directly against it.


    By the time the count reached nine, the young Saiyan had slowly stood up, the red aura around his body began to glow brightly, and soon it seemed to burn.


    Although it was obvious that he was short of breath and his chest was heaving wildly, Goku looked up and met Nam''s eyes. For the first time, Nam saw an emotion he never thought could be so concentrated in one person.


    Pride! There was a fierce pride in those eyes that refused to simply submit to the rules of his sealing technique. Reacting quickly, Nam threw a palm forward.


    A strong wind accompanied a large palm made of golden Ki, which hit Goku directly. This was the first time that Nam actively attacked and used energy.


    The effect of the seal prevented Goku from taking a defensive stance, but he didn''t have to; he still had his energy. Several hexagonal Ki-shields appeared in front of the Saiyan, protecting him from harm.


    In that moment, Nam knew. He couldn''t beat this guy just like that, he had to take much more initiative. Then he showed Goku his open right hand, as if he wanted to teach him something.


    "The world is my palm, and my palm controls the world. Whatever you do, it will be useless; you cannot escape from the world, therefore you cannot escape from my palm." With Nam''s words, the lotus root marks on Goku''s body glowed with golden light, causing him to cry out in pain.


    The pain Goku felt was not normal; it was a sensation that directly attacked the nerves in his body, making him tremble, but this time his body did not fall as before, but stood, letting the crimson energy around his body burn more and more.


    "He couldn''t escape from his hand, why do you think you could?" asked Nam, making Goku''s eyes twitch a little, knowing a little what his opponent was referring to.


    But he wasn''t that unruly monkey! Then he remembered something his grandfather had first told Bulma, but then his older sister had passed on to him: ''Remember that the Sky embraces everything, covers everything, envelops everything.''


    Why does he need to escape the world when he has the freedom that the sky gives him? Under this thought, Goku simply acted, walking towards Nam with this conviction in his mind.


    "You can hold the world in your palm... but not the Sky around it!" Goku''s words seemed to cause a strange resonance in the atmosphere, and suddenly, the sound of lightning could be heard.


    Thick black clouds began to gather in the sky under the watchful eyes of the people. As if something ancient and from another place was present, everyone sensitive to Ki raised their gaze and took notice.


    "Someone has truly caught a glimpse of another Supreme Being in this universe..." said Whis, who knew many things because of his age and experience.


    Although the multiverse he was in was relatively closed and well defended, the Angels and their superiors were not unaware of the existence of the extra timelines, nor were they unaware of what lay outside their multiverse.


    It was a natural need of the strong to transcend their limitations, even those of their place of origin. For this reason, Daishinkan had maintained certain contacts with other systems, all to exchange experiences.


    One such place had an indifferent and unfeeling ruling superior entity, which ironically called itself ''Heaven''. Though it generally pays no attention to small matters, Heaven is a somewhat capricious accumulation of concepts.


    With the permission of other multiverses, it does not intervene directly, but likes to appear at ''dramatic'' moments, for some reason. Whis could feel the attention of this ''Heaven'' on this small planet, he even received a greeting from this entity.


    "What is it about this little Saiyan that interests you so much? I have only noticed that he has come to his understanding in his way and fighting style, nothing new," Whis spoke directly into the air, not caring if people heard him.


    Because of his power and status, Heaven, who usually did not give answers to his arbitrary actions, decided to reply to Whis with certain impressions. They were not very clear, only that he found it interesting that a counterpart of one of his ''sons'' was so free.


    Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning fell on Goku''s body, but it didn''t hurt him, didn''t give him more power or anything like that; it was just a bolt of lightning that fell on his head, at least according to the understanding of many.


    But Whis saw something else, and a smile appeared on his face. That simple bolt of lightning was something like a ''greeting'' from the sky. As the clouds dissipated and the ancient presence disappeared, Goku continued to walk towards Nam, but the space seemed distorted; he couldn''t get closer to the man no matter how much he walked.


    "Surrender," Nam said, but Goku just bared his teeth at him like a monkey in a wild environment.


    Behind Goku, the projection of Ozaru appeared, roaring. Then, strange cracks appeared around Goku. The strange ''field'' created by Nam, which symbolised the world he held in his hand, was breaking apart.


    With a crack, this ''world'' was shattered, and Nam spat out blood from the blow he received from his technique breaking. Nam felt that things had become very strange since Goku got up.


    He didn''t understand how such a strange guy could overcome the techniques he had studied for so many years. But not willing to give up, Nam waved his hand down violently.


    A palm of golden energy fell on Goku, trying to crush him, but the Ozaru''s projection struck upward with both hands, shattering such an attack. The root marks on Goku''s body still glowed, but it was as if he didn''t feel the pain.


    What more could those roots do to him? It didn''t match the pain of losing his parents and older brother! Though he was no longer alone, the time he spent as a child alone in space with nothing but the static coming from his ship''s communicator was a far more painful mark than the nerve pain he felt now.


    A red ki ball appeared in Goku''s hand and began to spin rapidly. When he put his other hand together, the orb began to grow and compress.


    Seeing that Goku was going all out, Nam clasped his hands together and closed them for a few seconds before opening them, creating a golden ring filled with writing in his hands.


    "Kame! Hame! Ha!" Goku shouted, powerfully launching the energy attack that was brewing in his hands.


    "Jingu!" shouted Nam, hurling the golden ring at the impending crimson ki attack.

 60: Wolf vs Triclop.

    "Looks like Goku won," Bulma said as she watched the two energy attacks collide, and even though they remained balanced in the middle of the arena, Bulma could tell that Nam''s mood was in disarray.


    The man had lost the calm that had characterized him, and not only that, his energy seemed to be disturbed by his disordered thoughts, something that made Bulma shake her head before looking at Krillin.


    "If you want to create Buddhist techniques, make sure they have nothing to do with your emotional state, fighting Goku is letting your emotions out." Bulma''s words made Krillin scratch his bald head with some embarrassment.


    "You know, it''s not like I''m an ascetic monk like him either," Krillin replied somewhat sheepishly, but he never stopped watching the fight between Nam and Goku, all because he felt quite interested in Nam.


    Nam and he could be said to be of the same ''style'', though there were many differences, and Krillin was now apprenticed to Muten Roshi, but that didn''t take away from one important thing: the influence of Buddhism remained in Krillin.


    Fortunately, in this universe, Buddhism was not a religion per se, but rather a martial arts ''path'' with its various offshoots, much like the Mutaito school and its resulting offshoots.


    Because of this, Krillin could simply change schools without any problem. If it were in these martial arts or cultivation worlds, that would be something impossible, and he might be killed as a heretic, Fortunately, this universe had only slight touches of that style, but only on the surface.


    ''But that presence...'' Bulma looked at the sky with a strange look in her eyes, because before the lightning struck Goku, she felt that something wanted to strike her with lightning as well, without knowing why.


    For Bulma, this tournament was a turning point like no other; the whole ''future'' that every reincarnate was proud to know had been ruined, and she had a certain feeling that a lot of it had to do with her, but most of it didn''t.


    Not that she cared, she wasn''t in the Dragon Ball universe to repeat the same plots, the same results, the same deaths, or the same endings. She didn''t care that the future was unknown or new, because after all, this was a real universe.


    One full of surprises! If she had relied on the thoughts that reincarnated people usually had, she would have found everything that had appeared before her in this tournament to be unacceptable.


    But since she wasn''t looking forward to any of it, she enjoyed the show. For example, watching Goku push the one-handed Kame Hame Ha forward and push Nam out of the arena.


    It was an epic ending! If she had insisted on keeping things the same, she wouldn''t have even visited Gohan all those years ago. Now she was watching Goku celebrate his victory, and she was happy for him.


    ''I look forward to seeing how far you can grow, Goku,'' Bulma thought as she watched Chi-Chi run into the arena to hug the young Saiyan, who didn''t understand what was going on, but just in case, she returned Chi-Chi''s hug.


    "What an amazing fight we just saw!" the announcer''s voice echoed throughout the arena, as the screen showed some replays of the fight, in slow motion so that normal people could better appreciate it.


    "Young Nam''s techniques are quite interesting. I never thought I''d see a sealing technique used as an offensive technique, although maybe I haven''t seen all of them because they are so rare," commented Muten Roshi, who was very interested in the technique Nam used to seal Goku.


    Although it failed in the end, such a technique would be quite useful in a death match, even if it can''t hold your opponent forever, giving you a few seconds'' advantage in such a fight is invaluable.


    Especially as fights are fought at high speed, and a small disadvantage or mistake can be magnified in the hands of someone more powerful and experienced.


    "Mortals are quite creative, no doubt," Whis said, still watching Goku with interest, but soon his attention was drawn to the next fighters.


    Yamcha against Ten Shinhan.


    Both young men jumped into the arena at once, and without even speaking, the tension between them grew as never before. Although there wasn''t much of the animosity expected from rival schools, there was a certain anticipation.


    Yamcha adopted a fighting stance that made him look like a wolf, even the faint aura rising from his body looming behind him like a giant wolf, while Ten Shinhan moved calmly, adopting his fighting pose.


    "The youngsters are quite restless, aren''t they?" Whis commented actively for the first time, causing the moderator to adjust the black glasses on his face as he smiled.


    "Yes! They''re from rival schools, the Turtle School and the Crane School. It looks like we''re in for a fight full of intensity and fervor!" The announcer''s words caused Muten Roshi to look in the direction of a familiar Ki for the first time.


    Tsuru''s Ki. Although both elders wore dark glasses, both could feel the glee in each other''s eyes. The two opponents were quite sure of the reliability of their pupils, certain that they would win the next match.


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    "With the announcer''s words and the loud sound of the gong, the match began.


    Yamcha and Ten Shinhan faced each other immediately, they didn''t need to test each other or anything like that. They had seen each other''s power in previous fights, so they got right down to business.


    After an initial clash, the two separated; Yamcha brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and a yellow ki-sword appeared, making a buzzing sound as he waved it several times.


    He then did the same with his left hand, giving him two energy swords to use. As a person who had used two swords for so many years, how could he leave that knowledge and experience behind?


    Having received systematic Ki training and the support of great masters such as Muten Roshi and Son Gohan, Yamcha did not leave his years of swordsmanship behind, but integrated them into his martial arts.


    Sensing the threat of these two ki weapons, Ten Shinhan did not hesitate, the energy inside him stirring strongly and tearing the clothes covering his upper body.


    Soon another pair of arms emerged from his back and, to the astonishment of the crowd, a touch of electricity appeared on his four palms. Yamcha and Ten Shinhan looked at each other for a moment, knowing they were going all out.


    Then they returned to face each other. Though for many it might be inconvenient to have an extra pair of limbs, for Ten Shinhan it was not; he could manipulate his four arms with great sensitivity, and his speed was not affected either, as he was able to deftly dodge Yamcha''s cuts.


    He also used his two extra arms to launch small ki attacks; they were not powerful, he knew he had to conserve his stamina, but they were timely and annoying enough to prevent Yamcha from cornering him or harassing him with his energy swords.


    Ten Shinhan''s third eye was no ornament; it was something special and helped him to coordinate his attacks, so Yamcha was constantly seeing his attempts to harm Ten thwarted, but the young man was nonetheless calm.


    He had grown up in the wilderness, and his characteristic animal was the wolf. He knew how to hunt and wait for an opportunity, and although he was unable to harm his opponent, he did not despair; on the contrary, he became increasingly calm.


    This display of unusual patience frightened Ten Shinhan a little, who still did not have as much combat experience as Yamcha. Even though he had fought a few battles on his training journeys, they had been with people or creatures weaker than himself, so his courage was underdeveloped.


    In the end, he was the one who became desperate when he realized that he couldn''t get more out of Yamcha than his meagre attempts, so he decided to push the matter further. Ten Shinhan pointed at Yamcha with his four index fingers.


    "Quadruple Dodonpa!" Without having to load Ki''s attack too much, four golden rays shot out of his fingers towards Yamcha.


    Sensing the danger of these attacks, Yamcha swung his swords, cutting the energy beams. But Ten Shinhan used this to get close enough and, with two hands outstretched towards him, fired a powerful ki cannon.


    The energy attack hit Yamcha squarely, knocking him back, but his feet never left the arena floor, cracking it as his body recoiled.


    "Now... my turn," Yamcha said, and even though his clothes had been torn off around his abdomen, leaving an ugly burn because no defensive clothing was allowed in the tournament, he did not hesitate to slash at the air with his two Ki swords.


    Though foolish for anyone using only their eyes to perceive this fight, Ten Shin Han was forced to move aside, and soon two rather deep marks appeared on the arena floor.


    "Sword Ki?" asked Ten Shin Han, and Yamcha nodded.


    "I never thought I would meet a sword master here, they are rare," Ten Shinhan said, genuinely surprised.


    "I''m not a sword master, I just took a shortcut," Yamcha shook his shoulders as he replied. he would never give himself false fame.


    His attack was simply a clever use of Ki, he still had much to see and do to become a legendary swordsman. So, without dwelling on these thoughts, Yamcha quickly attacked the air again.


    The invisible attacks travelled at great speed, and although Ten Shinhan managed to dodge most of them, a diagonal line was drawn across his chest, leaving a scar that soon began to bleed.


    For Ten Shinhan, this wound was special because it was the first time he had been injured in this way outside of his training. So he looked at Yamcha with strange emotions in his eyes, but mostly anger.


    Noticing this, Yamcha released his ki swords, knowing they would be useless in the next round, so his hands took on a shape that resembled a pair of claws as his body bent forward.


    The image of the wolf behind him, blurred before, seemed to solidify at that moment. Everyone could hear a phantom howl, and without waiting for Ten Shinhan to prepare, Yamcha''s figure flashed.


    Soon, the crowd heard a loud bang from the arena, which had been slightly destroyed, leaving a small crater. Ten Shinhan used all four of his arms to stop the rapid blows from Yamcha, who seemed to have no pause or rest as he punched and kicked with all his might, causing the sand beneath his feet to crack even more.


    Fueled by his rage, Ten Shinhan''s movements were somewhat uncoordinated but quite powerful. A whitish aura surged from his body, increasing his strength, but although Yamcha also seemed to be attacking like a savage, there was a great coldness in his eyes.


    As a forest predator, he knew when to show his ferocity, but unlike the inexperienced Ten Shinhan, he did not let his emotions run wild. Yamcha sensed his opponent''s lack of experience, as if he didn''t know how to react to a fighter of his level.


    Yamcha, who had fought on the brink of death since childhood, could feel this more than anyone else. So he waited, even though Ten Shinhan outmatched him in strength and took heavy blows to his body, he continued to wait, his eyes never trembling, his gaze always on his prey.


    Perhaps due to the disturbance of the wound on his chest, one of Ten Shinhan''s attacks was miscalculated, and although it hit Yamcha, it didn''t do the damage it should have.


    Taking this as a sign, Yamcha attacked ruthlessly. The wolf behind him was no mere image, as Yamcha launched an attack directly at Ten Shinhan''s neck, followed by the Ki-made wolf.


    It dealt Ten Shinhan a severe wound that threw him dozens of meters backwards, sliding him to the edge of the arena. Four scratches on his neck, almost missing vital points.


    Ten Shinhan looked up to see Yamcha running towards him, and in a trance, he seemed to see a ferocious wolf running with its mouth open, full of saliva, eager to bite him.


    "Wolf Crush!" Yamcha punched Ten Shinhan''s chest hard, his energy piercing through his body and exploding inside him, always taking care not to hurt him badly, but rather to incapacitate him.


    Yamcha never forgot that this was a tournament and not a fight to the death. His punch was powerful enough to cause Ten Shinhan''s eyes to roll back in his head, knocking him out.


    "Fighter Ten Shinhan has been disqualified! The winner is Fighter Yamcha!"