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Ensuring the safety of those around him, Son Goku prepared to use Instant Transmission to relocate Bulma and the rest of the group to the Lookout. However, at that very mont, the sky abruptly plunged into darkness—a telltale sign across the world that soone had summoned Shenron.
Goku realized imdiately that it must be Bulma. If the Eternal Dragon granted all the wishes now, the Dragon Balls would turn into stone for an entire year. Should a dire ergency arise before then, they would be left defenseless. With urgency in his voice, Goku locked onto Bulma's Ki and vanished, reappearing instantly at Capsule Corp.
The scene at Bulma's ho was tense; Chi-Chi, Master Roshi, Android 18, Yamcha, and Videl were all gathered around the massive, shimring form of Shenron. They had collected the Dragon Balls to undo the carnage wrought by Majin Vegeta, but the first wish had already been made before Goku could intervene: to resurrect everyone killed that day, excluding the truly evil.
The sky glowed as lives were restored across the planet, including Kibito, who had been struck down by Dabura. Yet, the dragon's magic pointedly ignored the likes of Pui Pui, Dabura, and Vegeta.
"What a pity," Garp remarked from the One Piece world. "Vegeta wasn't revived."
Sengoku nodded solemnly. "Despite his final sacrifice, his previous massacre at the World Martial Arts Tournant was likely enough for Shenron to still classify his soul as evil."
In the Hidden Leaf Village, Kakashi Hatake sighed, his eye fixed on the screen. "That wish was a waste. Even if those people are back, they're still in a world being hunted by Majin Buu. If they die again, the Dragon Balls won't be able to bring them back a second ti."
A heavy silence fell over the viewers across the Wanjie Multiverse. The logic was grim but undeniable. With Babidi and Buu still on a rampage, these newly revived souls were essentially walking back into a slaughterhouse.
"On the bright side," Uzumaki Naruto chirped, trying to break the tension, "that Fusion technique looks incredible! rging two people to multiply their power? If Sasuke and I did that, I bet we'd be unstoppable."
"As if I'd ever fuse with an idiot like you," Sasuke Uchiha retorted coldly.
"Can we learn it too?" Kurosaki Ichigo wondered aloud. "If Goku teaches it to Goten and Trunks, the movents should be visible to us."
"I must learn this," Genos noted, his internal processors whirring. "If I could fuse with Master Saitama, my combat effectiveness would reach imasurable levels."
Across countless dinsions, warriors felt a surge of hope. If they could master the tamoran dance, they could transcend their current limits. Even the Z Fighters on the Lookout shared this thought. While Goten and Trunks were the primary candidates, the potential for others to bridge the power gap was tantalizing.
In the afterlife, Vegeta scowled. The idea of his son fusing with Kakarot's brat was annoying enough, but the thought of the technique itself grated on his pride. He was the Prince of all Saiyans; he would never lower himself to perform a ridiculous dance to fuse with a low-class warrior—not that it mattered now that he was dead.
Back in the recording, Goku instructed Shenron to depart, saving the remaining wishes for later. He then gathered the group and brought them to the safety of the Lookout. When Bulma and Chi-Chi frantically asked about Gohan and Vegeta, Goku's expression turned grim. The weight of his words shattered the air: both Gohan and Vegeta were gone.
The grief was interrupted by a chilling turn of events. A woman nad Bogan—the arrogant mother of the boys Goten and Trunks had defeated in the Junior Division—had contacted Babidi. Fueled by petty resentnt over her sons' loss, she revealed Trunks' ho address in West City.
Bulma's face paled. Not only were her parents still in the city, refusing to leave their ho, but the Dragon Radar was also there. If West City was erased, finding the Dragon Balls in the future would be nearly impossible.
Akira, observing the situation with the tactical clarity of a transmigrator, noted the strategic shift. Goku proposed a plan: Trunks would fly to West City to retrieve the Radar while he intercepted Majin Buu to buy him the necessary ti.
"Wait," Akira mused, echoing the thoughts of many viewers. "Goku could have used Instant Transmission to grab the Radar himself in seconds. Why send Trunks?"
The narrator's voice filled the void: "Perhaps he feared Buu would reach the city before he could locate the Radar, and he was the only one capable of standing in the monster's way. Regardless, Goku's ti in the living world was ticking away, and he chose to spend his final hours facing the threat head-on."
The narrator's tone then turned biting. "And we have 'Bogan' to thank for this crisis. Did she think herself noble for 'reporting' a child? She looked down on Bulma, calling her family country bumpkins, unaware that she was speaking to the wealthiest woman on Earth."
The citizens of the Dragon Ball world were livid. In West City, the residents looked at Bogan with pure hatred. Her petty spite had painted a target on their backs, turning their ho into Majin Buu's next playground. On the global feed, her personal information was leaked, and Bulma—ever the businesswoman—vowed to systematically bankrupt the woman's entire life.
"It's still a desperate move," Krillin muttered, clutching his fists. "Goku is just buying ti. He can't actually stop Buu... can he?"
Piccolo narrowed his eyes, watching the screen with intense focus. "Goku has been holding sothing back ever since he returned from the Other World. Is it possible his hidden strength is actually enough to settle this?"
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