What kind of development is this?
And Bulma's belly... is she pregnant? Who could it be... Oh, judging by Goku's magazine-model-like posture, it must be his child Bulma is carrying.
Will be born a purple-haired Son Gohan?
Yamiru quietly laughed to himself and silently descended to the ground, blending into the crowd like an invisible person.
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The female fans watching couldn't stop screaming for Goku, flashing their cameras nonstop. Krillin stood nearby, handing out lemon slices, while Bulma looked incredibly smug, basking in a sense of achievement... Tights couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head. Her gaze wandered to the side, and unexpectedly, she caught sight of a familiar figure under the tree.
Yamiru raised a finger to his lips and gestured toward another direction before taking the lead and walking away.
Tights bit her lip, struggling to control her emotions, and couldn't help but follow him.
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"Actually, I originally planned to wear a mask and sneak into the tournament, and then, after facing off with Goku, reveal myself and give you all a big surprise."
Sensing Tights walking closer, Yamiru turned around, smiling as he spoke, trying to keep his tone as casual and light as possible.
"I...?" Tights shook her head in confusion, politely asking, "May I ask who you are?"
I knew it wouldn't be that simple... Yamiru silently cursed himself as he noticed Tights's feigned confusion was on the verge of cracking. Her eyes were reddening, and her body was trembling slightly... Unable to bear seeing Tights suffer, Yamiru exaggeratedly responded to her "Who are you" as though he had been struck.
He had been missing for six years with no word, and she had every right to resent him, maybe even punish him a little...
After his "frustration", Yamiru reached out and gently took Tights's hands, kissing the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, I'm back now."
"I don't understand what you're saying." Tights gripped his hand in return, her eyes turning red. "Please stop, I'll call someone."
Yamiru continued to apologize.
He didn't follow her "stranger tactics" and wasn't about to let go either. Instead, he held on tighter.
After forty thousand years, Yamiru embraced Tights once again. She didn't resist and buried her head in his chest, muttering, "I'm really going to call someone..."
Hand in hand, they walked through the bustling streets. Tights listened to her husband's apologies, shaking her head slightly with a straight face. "Why are you apologizing to me? Who are you? This is so strange..."
Outside the ice cream shop, Yamiru sat down with Tights, holding her hand, but when he opened the menu, he paused. Tights's emotionless face slowly leaned toward him...
"Let's see... I think it's this one, and this one, and... this one." Yamiru cleared his throat and quickly ordered.
Tights sat up straight and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Who are you? How do you know what I like to eat?"
Hand in hand, walking through the crowd, Yamiru remained unfazed by Tights's "stranger tactics" and continued his apology routine. Just as he was getting into the rhythm, he sensed a familiar aura approaching from above.
Looking at the sky, he saw a group of people: Gine, Chi-Chi, Goku, Bulma, Krillin, and even Raditz trailing behind...
Yamiru smiled and waved at them.
Beside him, Tights held onto his arm and waved at everyone in the air, smiling. "Here!"
Goku was the first to land, gently placing Bulma on the ground. He ran over and gave Yamiru a big bear hug. "Yamiru, long time no see!"
Yamiru returned the hug with a firm squeeze and laughed, "You've grown so much!"
Goku chuckled.
Krillin, standing nearby, teased, "Yeah, this guy even has kids now..."
Bang! Bulma flicked Krillin's bald head. He yelped, covering his skull.
"Having a secret meeting, huh? Not bad!" Bulma, dressed in a loose dress with a little bump on her belly, walked to Tights's other side, elbowing her sister and then smirking at Yamiru. "I say, where on earth did you disappear to? Even Shenron doesn't know..."
Yamiru just smiled and brushed it off, saying he accidentally ended up in a very strange place and had a tough time getting out.
Tights calmly smiled, completely unlike her earlier emotional outburst.
As the registration deadline for the Martial Arts Tournament drew near, the group of friends made their way excitedly.
However, halfway there, they noticed a group of people gathered by the roadside, whispering about something.
"Hmm?" Goku sniffed the air. "I smell blood. And..."
Yamiru glanced over and, sensing a faint aura through the crowd, murmured, "This aura... it's very similar to..."
He exchanged a glance with Gine.
The group quickly made their way over, parting the crowd, and immediately saw what was being surrounded—on the ground, a person lay unconscious in a humanoid-shaped pit. The person was wearing an odd-style battle suit, with dried blood stains all over.
"King Vegeta!?" Gine exclaimed in surprise but quickly reacted, "Wait, this... this should be... Prince Vegeta?"
Bulma and Goku immediately realized, "Is this a Saiyan?"
At the back, Raditz was the most speechless, the most stunned, and the most confused. He stared at the unconscious Vegeta on the ground and said in shock, "How did he end up here? That Bah— I can't sense that dead bald guy's energy..."
Hey! Krillin, though dissatisfied, didn't dare to complain out loud.
Tights said, "No matter what, we should take care of him first... Goku, do you have any Senzu Beans?"
"No, I don't," Goku replied.
"Then we'll have to send him to the hospital," Bulma said. "We'll ask him when he wakes up, whoever this Vegeta guy is. Gine Auntie, Raditz, do you both know him?"
At that moment, Yamiru had already walked inside. Without needing to check his breath, he could tell from the energy that this prince wouldn't die. In fact, his vitality was strong enough that he might wake up on his own... He walked up to a boy in the crowd who was eating snacks and kindly asked, "Hey, kid, could you give me one?"
"Huh? Oh..." The boy took out a weird-flavored bean and handed it to him.
"Thanks." Yamiru took the bean, held it in his hand, and walked toward the unconscious Vegeta.
On an invisible level, a stream of heavenly energy broke through the boundary, gently flowing into the weird-flavored bean that Yamiru held.
"What are you doing..." Everyone was puzzled by his actions.
Yamiru tossed the bean into Vegeta's slightly open mouth. Of course, he didn't have the decency to feed the guy himself—he just turned to Raditz, who was still confused, and said, "Raditz, since you're not participating, stay here and watch over him. We'll deal with the rest after the tournament."
Everyone exchanged glances, and Raditz frowned, "Why should I listen to you! And what did you feed that guy?"
"Senzu Bean," Yamiru smiled.
He then continued on with the group to register for the Martial Arts Tournament. As they left, Goku and the others looked back and saw Vegeta, who had just managed to swallow the Senzu Bean, suddenly cough. It was as if he came back to life. The surrounding crowd quickly backed away in panic, and then they heard Vegeta and Raditz seemingly arguing as they walked off...
"It really was a Senzu Bean." Goku retracted his gaze, no longer focused on the Saiyan prince. Instead, his eyes gleamed as he stared at Yamiru. "Yamiru, I'm looking forward to facing you in the tournament!"
"It'll happen," Yamiru replied with a smile.
When... could he start producing Senzu Beans?
Tights, holding Yamiru's hand, quietly thought to herself, You've gotten thinner. Then, she tightened her grip.
Gine, the third-generation Earth Kami, who was leading Chi-Chi, thoughtfully glanced at Yamiru's profile...
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Soon, the registration booth for the Martial Arts Tournament appeared ahead.
Standing in front of the booth was a tall figure in a white cloak, and the large monk acting as the staff member felt a unique pressure in his heart.
"Piccolo," he coldly stated as he registered.