Chapter 6: Kami's Invitation
"Master Roshi," Krillin called for the old turtle hermit while still standing on the beach. "Master, we've got all seven dragonballs, we're ready to call forth Shenron." Just as Krillin finished his last sentence, Roshi shuffled out of the house, and moved towards the eager warriors.
"Alright," Roshi said as he looked at the seven dragonballs placed on the soft beach sand. "What are we waiting for?"
"Master," Tien interrupted. "We have some bad news—um—Piccolo escaped from his sealed bottle!"
Roshi's face tightened, he remembered how hard it was for him and Tien to trap that demon in that jar ten years ago. "So he's loose again," he cursed under his breath. "Now we have two maniacs on the loose!" Roshi looked away from his students and up towards the sunny sky above. "We'll deal with that later, but first we've got to revive Yamcha." Roshi moved over the dragonballs, and raised both hands in the air. "By your name, I summon the: SHENRON!" The sunny sky turned dark, as black clouds moved in the way, a sharp jolt of lighting crashed into the dragonballs, bringing them to life. The lighting shifted around in the seven balls, until finally the lighting shot forth from them, and headed back to the sky.
As the lighting traveled towards the clouds, an outline of a dragon started to form, and pretty soon a very long snakelike dragon appeared in the sky. He glanced down at the four humans, and the turtle. "WHO HERE HAS AWAKENED ME?" the dragon thundered. "I WILL GRANT THEM ONE WISH, AND ONE WISH ONLY. NOW WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE?"
Roshi looked up at the dragon and cleared his throat. "Eternal Dragon, if it's in your power, could you revive Yamcha for us?"
Shenron seemed like he was thinking about the wish, when his eyes flashed red and he spoke. "YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED, FARE THE WELL!" With one last spark of electricity, the dragonballs rose up around Shenron, and the dragon and the dragonballs merged together and vanished across the ends of the Earth.
And standing in the entrance way to Roshi's house, was no other than: Yamcha. "What did I miss?"
Krillin and the others ran towards him, and explained everything that just happened. But unknown to them, a mysterious present was watching them up above. "Why, hello Yamcha, it's good to see you're well!" a short round black man who was dressed in genie cloths, said above them. He was standing on what appeared to be a floating carpet. "Aw, Roshi, you seem to be doing fine, not to many people can live to be over three hundred years old, and be able to do half the stuff you do."
"Who," Yamcha started but was cut off by the round man's reply.
"I am Popo," Popo replied. "But you will address me as Mr. Popo. I'm a servant of the present day Kami, I'm here to tell you that you four warriors—Tien, Yamcha, Krillin, and Chiaotzu—have been selected by Kami to train with him on top of his lookout. I suggest you take his offer, or else you won't stand a chance against Piccolo or Kakarot."
"They accept," Roshi said without even looking at his students. "I assure you, that they will be ready for anything you throw at them."
"Good," Popo smiled, "Because the last few people, who trained with Kami, died a very painful death." The faces on the four warriors turned pale, as they imagined some of the things that they would have to go through. "Oh, don't worry though, I think you'll do fine, just jump on top of my carpet and I'll teleport us to Kami's lookout."
The four warriors gather on top of the carpet with Popo, and then Krillin remembered. "Master Roshi, could you tell Bulma that Yamcha's alright, because she wanted to see him after we revive him!" Roshi nodded his head, and the five beings on the carpet vanished before his eyes. Good luck, because this time you sure will need it, Roshi thought as him and turtle walked back into the house.