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

Chapter 299 A Brief Calm

Elder Mulin stepped forward, looked at Dandy, and said solemnly, "Alright, Dandy, it's almost time to part ways."

Dandy nodded calmly and replied, "Yes."

Bulma stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern: "You must take care of yourselves."

Elder Mulin faced the crowd and said in a gentle voice, "We have had a very pleasant time together during this period. Thank you all for your care."

Dende walked briskly to Gohan, his eyes filled with reluctance: "Goodbye, Gohan."

Son Gohan's eyes reddened, and he gripped Dende's hands tightly, his voice filled with undisguised sorrow: "Dende..."

Dende looked up at Gohan, his gaze equally filled with longing. After a brief pause, he turned to face the dragon hovering in mid-air and solemnly made a wish: "Boom boom boom boom..."

The dragon's deep voice boomed, "Very well, I will grant you this wish." As it finished speaking, two blinding red beams shot from the dragon's eyes. In an instant, the Namekian's body was enveloped in a soft glow, his form gradually becoming transparent until he vanished completely.

Dende's gaze remained fixed on Gohan, his eyes filled with sorrow, and his voice trembled slightly: "Goodbye."

Son Gohan's throat tightened, his eyes reddened, and he responded with equal sorrow, "Goodbye..." As soon as he finished speaking, Dende was also enveloped in light and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the seven Dragon Balls flashed and disappeared one after another.

Son Gohan slowly raised his head, looked up at the vast sky, and shouted with all his might, "Goodbye!" Hot tears welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

The third wish is for the Namekians to migrate to other habitable planets.

And so, Earth returned to peace, the turmoil and crisis temporarily receding. Gohan resumed his studies, leading a busy and demanding academic life. Bushan Yun, knowing the deep bond between Piccolo and Gohan—a bond that transcended the ordinary teacher-student relationship—warmly invited Piccolo to stay at his home so that Piccolo could more easily care for Gohan.

After some time, Piccolo saw that Gohan's life had completely returned to normal, and since Chi-Chi wouldn't let Gohan train, he left alone to find a place to train diligently.

That day, Son Gohan took off his clothes and was catching fish in the river. Krillin walked along the riverbank, saw Son Gohan, and called out from afar, "Gohan, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Son Gohan turned around, his eyes lighting up: "Oh, it's Uncle Krillin! I'm helping Mom prepare the ingredients. I'm in charge of preparing the ingredients at home until Dad comes back. Uncle, it's been a long time! This place is a lot of fun, do you want to come down and play with me?"

Krillin, dressed in a sharp suit and top hat, waved his hand and said, "No, Gohan, I have something to do."

Son Gohan wasn't about to give up, and kept inviting, "Come on, it's been so long since we played together!"

Krillin hesitated for a moment, about to refuse, but seeing Gohan's drooping head and dejected look, he softened: "Alright, it's still early anyway, play for a while before you leave." As he spoke, he began to take off his coat.

Gohan cheered and jumped into the lake first. Just as Krillin was about to follow, a girl's voice came from a car in the distance: "Krillin, how much longer are you going to dawdle?"

Gohan looked in the direction of the voice and exclaimed, "Uncle Krillin, is this your new car? It's so beautiful! Who is she?"

The girl walked over quickly, and Krillin introduced her, "Gohan, this is Ma Rong." Then, turning to Ma Rong, he said, "This is Goku's son, Gohan."

Ma Rong stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "You must be Gohan. How old are you this year?"

“I’m 5 years old,” Son Gohan answered crisply.

Ma Rong couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek: "You're so cute!"

Upon seeing this, Klin's eyes widened: "Huh? Why did you kiss him!"

Ma Rong rolled her eyes at him: "He's only 5 years old, and you're jealous of a child?"

"No..." Klin blushed, and before he could finish speaking, Ma Rong kissed him on the cheek again: "Okay, don't be angry."

Klin's face instantly turned red, and he became flustered.

Then, Ma Rong said to Son Gohan, "Gohan, Krillin and I have arranged to meet at Kame-no-Hashi Island. It's getting late, so I have to go now."

Krillin chimed in, "Gohan, everyone's already made plans, and you haven't been to Kame-no-Shima in ages, want to come along?"

Son Gohan scratched his head: "I have to go back and ask my mom."

“Yeah, your mom’s really strict.” Klin nodded. “If she agrees, come over right away.” With that, he and Ma Rong got into the car and left.

……

Majestic peaks and jagged rocks dotted the towering mountains. Piccolo stood alone atop a steep cliff, his aura surging. In an instant, he moved like lightning, leaving three afterimages in his wake, and four Piccolos simultaneously leaped into the sky.

In mid-air, four figures clashed fiercely, their fists whistling and their legs flashing. Each collision generated a sharp sonic boom, as if tearing the sky apart. The fierce air currents surged like raging waves, sweeping across the surroundings and sending sand and stones flying everywhere from the cliff top.

After a long while, the four auras gradually merged, and the four figures slowly descended, reuniting as one.

As soon as Piccolo landed, the god appeared silently behind him, leaning on his cane.

"Bik, you are already so powerful, yet you are still diligently cultivating?" The god's gaze was gentle, tinged with a hint of emotion.

Piccolo snorted coldly, not turning around, his tone icy: "God, what brings you here?"

The god's expression was calm, his eyes filled with expectation: "Bik, your personality hasn't changed at all. I've come here today to have you succeed to the position of god."

"What did you say?" Bick frowned, his eyes filled with surprise.

The deity sighed softly, the veins on his hand, which was leaning on his cane, bulging: "I am getting old, and the responsibilities of this deity are becoming increasingly heavy, and my body is truly unable to bear the burden. In terms of martial arts skills and abilities, you are the only candidate to succeed me as deity."

Piccolo clenched his right fist, coughed lightly, then stretched out his arm with his fingers spread wide. In an instant, a wave of eerie green energy, accompanied by a piercing shriek, shot towards the distant mountain like a cannonball.

With a deafening roar, the mountain was instantly struck by the energy. The immense impact stirred up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, and countless fragments of rock flew like raindrops.

Piccolo withdrew his arm and said coldly, "I have no interest in the position of a god. Instead of bringing that up with me, you should pay more attention to the current situation. The demons have become increasingly rampant lately, which is no ordinary occurrence. Is this some kind of omen, or does it foreshadow an even greater crisis? Whatever it is, shouldn't we be careful?"

As he finished speaking, a ring of dark blue-green energy swirled around Piccolo, the energy churning and roaring as if it were alive. He straightened up and slowly rose into the air, soaring towards the vast sky. As Piccolo flew further and further away, his figure gradually became a small black dot in the sea of ​​clouds, until he completely disappeared.

The god stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the direction Piccolo had gone, his cane tapping the ground unconsciously. After a long while, he sighed softly, his aged face filled with complex emotions. On the silent mountaintop, the god stood there for a long time, saying nothing.