Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 356 Individual Cultivation

Bulma's face flushed red as she frantically waved her hands, her blue curly hair swaying violently with the movement. She shouted, "Wait! Don't listen to them! They're a warlike people! You all need to think this through! If you die this time, there will be no chance of resurrection! What do you say?"

Tien Shinhan's expression was resolute, his eyes filled with determination. He crossed his arms and spoke in a calm and firm tone: "To be honest, I also want to fight. I want to challenge my limits. If I unfortunately die in battle, then I can only blame my own lack of ability."

Bulma's eyes widened, her face full of helplessness. She put her hands on her head and exclaimed in frustration, "How can there be such a person?"

Krillin rubbed his hands together, his eyes darting around, and hesitantly said, "Bulma, all of us here used to be enemies, including me. I used to dislike Goku. But after the battle, we all became allies, and we're all very strong."

Bulma frowned, looking puzzled, and said irritably, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Krillin nervously looked around, his eyes wary, and cautiously beckoned to Bulma before quickly walking over.

Bulma instinctively tilted her head and leaned over.

Krillin leaned close to Bulma's ear, covered his mouth with one hand, and whispered, "What I mean is, if there's no common enemy, Piccolo is fine, but Vegeta might do something outrageous, don't you think?"

Despite Klin's caution, with everyone standing close together, his words still reached everyone's ears clearly.

Shang Yun couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly.

Gohan scratched the back of his head, revealing his signature goofy grin: "Uncle Krillin, was what you said at the end completely unnecessary?"

Klin crossed his arms, his face stern, and glared at him: "Shut up, you have no idea what I mean."

Bulma closed her eyes helplessly, took a deep breath, and let her hands fall limply to her sides: "Whatever, anyway, a weak commoner like me can't stop you at all."

Sun Wukong excitedly raised his hands, his face beaming with excitement, and shouted, "Great! Let's train hard and fight for the peace of Earth!"

Everyone cheered in unison.

"it is good!"

Only Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, a disdainful sneer on his face, coldly observing everything.

Bulma turned around, her back to everyone, looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply: "They really do look like some kind of hooligans or petty criminals from somewhere. In that case, I guess I'll just have to play along. I hope you're right."

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing his signature sunny smile, radiating an air of high spirits. Hands on his hips, he declared loudly, "Alright then, everyone, you must all train hard!"

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly scratched his head, his brows furrowing tightly. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and he muttered to himself, seemingly deep in thought: "Three years... three years from now, May 12th at 9 AM, yes, that's the time!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes bright as stars, and continued, "Then we'll meet at that...that place! Of course, if you don't think you're strong enough, don't come!"

Upon seeing this, Vegeta snorted coldly, and a powerful shockwave instantly erupted from his body.

He glared fiercely at Goku, his teeth clenched, and said, word by word, "Kakarot, don't be so smug! Although you've become a Super Saiyan, I will train hard! I will definitely defeat you, and I will prove to you—I am the strongest Saiyan!"

Sun Wukong's face beamed with excitement. He waved his hand vigorously and shouted, "Great!"

Vegeta's lips curled into a disdainful sneer, and a powerful shockwave erupted from his body, his aura surging wildly.

He glanced at the crowd with disdain, snorted coldly, and with a "whoosh," he transformed into a beam of light and shot into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Tien Shinhan crossed his arms, his gaze firm and steady. After scanning the crowd, he said resolutely, "Alright, we need to get back to training now. Goodbye, everyone."

The dumpling next to it flashed its signature憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, waving its chubby little hands vigorously: "Bye-bye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tien Shinhan pushed off with both feet, with Gyoza close behind, and the two of them flew away like arrows, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Krillin hurriedly took a few steps after her, shouting at the top of his lungs in the direction Chiaotzu had gone: "Chiaotzu, you must train hard!"

Not to be outdone, Son Gohan stood on tiptoe, waved his arms, and shouted, "Uncle Tien Shinhan, you need to learn a new special move too!"

Gohan's eyes gleamed as he looked at Piccolo and Shoyun in turn, his gaze full of anticipation: "Picco, Shoyun, do you need to train with me? I need someone of similar strength to spar with so I can improve quickly."

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, clearly filled with longing for the upcoming training.

Piccolo was silent for a moment, his dark green pupils contracting slightly, then he nodded vigorously, his voice low and firm: "Okay."

These two simple words, however, struck the ground like a heavy hammer, carrying an undeniable force.

Shang Yun smiled confidently, a faint aura emanating from him, and said gently, "No problem."

He raised his hand and gently patted Son Gohan's shoulder, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Son Gohan's face flushed with excitement. He jumped up and down, waving his arms in the air and shouting excitedly, "Great! Great! That's wonderful!"

The crisp shouts echoed in the open space.

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head, his gaze shifting between Krillin and Yamcha, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "Krillin, Yamcha, how about it? Do you two want to train together?"

Krillin rubbed his bald head, a signature憨厚 smile appearing on his face, and waved his hand: "No, I'll stick with Master Roshi and train in my own way."

Yamcha shrugged, looking somewhat helpless, and scratched his head with a wry smile: "I think I'll pass. To be honest, I definitely can't keep up with your, Piccolo's, and Shang Yun's training speed."

"Oh, really? Alright then." Sun Wukong nodded slightly, offering no further advice, and simply gave a casual reply.

The next second, as if suddenly remembering something, Goku turned around abruptly, ran a few steps to Bulma, and said with a concerned and sincere expression, "Oh, by the way, Bulma, you must give birth to a healthy and beautiful baby."

Sun Wukong's voice was clear and bright, and his tone was full of blessings.

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, Shang Yun suddenly burst into a hearty laugh without warning.