The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
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Namek
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Day three alone on the ship with Vegeta had Bulma ready to snap. She missed the hustle and bustle of the palace. Even in her previous life she'd often found herself surrounded by chaos. One might think Vegeta himself would be chaotic or entertaining but the male was too focused for that, spending his days training lightly in the gravity chamber section of the ship and while Bulma could train for some hours herself her stamina would never be enough to keep up with his.
In her spare time she busied herself with taking apart a spare scouter and putting it back together. Learning about how it worked as she went. She was finding that the more she worked her brain the stronger it got, like a muscle and that if she took something apart once or twice, she could do it with her eyes closed. Her mind quickly learning and understanding the complexities of the circuitry.
Dropping the newly reconstructed scouter back to the table Bulma dropped her head into her hands and whined.
"What is wrong woman?"
"I'm bored," she muttered.
Her mate came around to the other side of the table and picked up the scouter, examining it briefly before sitting it back down. His movements careful. He moved like that almost always now. Constantly worried about accidently breaking something or hurting her but he was getting better at controlling his new power every day. Though they'd gone through a refrigerator door handle, several utensils and an exploded bottle of shampoo the casualty count was going slowing.
"We should be arriving shortly, and you are the one who insisted we come alone."
Leaning back in her chair Bulma crossed her arms and shrugged. "We don't want to show up with a bunch of soldiers and scare the natives. Besides, anyone I'd have wanted to bring is either dead or busy running the planet in our stead."
Not freaking out the Namekian's was also why she'd insisted they fly her capsule ship instead of any of their armada.
"Or you could have done as I wanted and stayed home," Vegeta said casually.
"I'm the only one that speaks the native language, at all, and Piccolo specifically said that that was important."
Standing Vegeta made his way over to the fridge, sans handle, and opened the door to root out some leftovers. "You really believe in these magick balls?"
"There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Vegeta sat a plate full of sandwiches down on the table. "Who's Horatio?"
Bulma shook her head and reached for one of the sandwiches, the meat on it similar to ham.
"It's Shakespeare. He was a famous playwright from Earth. It just means that there are more things out there than we can begin to know about or easily explain. I mean look at you, you're a legend, a Super Saiyan."
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
Despite his claims he puffed up and smirked at her before digging into his lunch. Bulma watched him eat as her mind ran through what had been in the letter. Piccolo had mentioned the balls could wish people back from the dead as long as they hadn't died a natural death. There were other rules too. They got three wishes and couldn't wish for anyone to die. Finally, he told them that there was a trick to using the dragon balls that they needed to get from the natives.
That first part was what had them moving so fast. Chi Chi and Gine were still alive but could die at any moment and the longer they took to try to revive their mates the lower their chances of survival were. She'd thought about just killing them. The dark thought coming with the rationalization that that would make sure their deaths weren't natural. But Bulma hadn't wanted to be responsible for murdering them if something with these dragon balls did go wrong.
"I do not like that look on your face." Vegeta pushed away the now empty plate of food and stood, coming around to her and pulled her out of her chair.
Bulma squeaked in surprise as Vegeta picked her up and sat her down on the dining room table. Stepping between her legs he reached up to free her hair from its ever-present braids with nimble fingers. Her locks fell long now past her shoulders and her mate ran his fingers through her hair. Bulma closed her eyes against his touch.
"That is more like it. I think I know just how to entertain you until we get there."
She gasped against his lips as he kissed her and took her into his arms.
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Namek was a very green planet. Like brilliantly, ridiculously green. The green of the sea and sky both overwhelmed and clashed with the blue grass and sparsely leaved trees. Since they really didn't know where to start, they decided to go to find the strongest Ki on the planet and go from there. Hopefully it was a Namek and not a monster or something.
"Who is this Guru we are looking for again?" Vegeta asked as he pulled on his armor.
"Leave the armor off." Bulma held out her hand. "Scouters too. I'll encapsulate everything, and we can bring it with, but we don't want to look like we're after a fight. Guru is supposed to be the head Namekian, their Elder, and the key to getting the instructions on how to use the dragon balls. Hence the stress I am placing on peacefully acquiring the dragon balls."
With a weary look Vegeta stripped off his armor and handed it over. He still looked overtly threatening, but she felt like they looked less hostel this way.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "I do not like you going without weapons or armor."
"My swords were destroyed. Besides, that's what I have you for isn't it?"
"Always."
Such a serious response to her somewhat teasing question made her pause. "I really do love you."
He blushed. It made her giggle and she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound before quickly going back to her packing. Vegeta's annoyed growl only made her snicker harder.
"Silence woman," he said. Tone sharp but not serious.
Bulma rolled her eyes but couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she encapsulated their armor and supplies. Quickly slipping the capsule into the belt she'd had made for it Bulma stood and leaned into Vegeta to brush a quick kiss across his lips. Her fingers running softly through the fur of his tail.
"Relax tough guy. You're still a bad man. Just my bad man."
Again, with the blushing.
"You play a dangerous game." He gave her evil face as he cradled her chin between his fingers, tilting her lips up to meet his again before pulling back. "And if we did not have to worry about saving Kakarot's banshee or Bardock's mate I would make you pay for your insolence."
With that sobering statement Bulma opened the hatch on the ship and Vegeta led the way out into the blinding light of Namek.
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Vegeta watched his mate out of the corner of his eyes. He kept his power and speed tamped down enough let her keep up with him. They also were not sure if this species could sense Ki like Piccolo could. Until meeting the Earthlings Vegeta had no idea the skill even existed or was possible to learn.
He felt naked without his armor, it was something he vary rarely left his quarters without. Though he doubted there would be much on this planet that could possibly present a danger to them as long as he was around.
It felt odd, this victory against Frieza. With this new hope of reviving their losses it turned the end of a war into a race against time. Into hope. One battle changing to another. There may not be a time limit to bringing back their fallen comrades but if Kakarot or Bardock's mate died the males would not survive their resurrections.
And Vegeta wanted them to survive. Particularly Kakarot. Though he would never admit to it out loud. Not ever. He would die first.
"Only about a dozen Ki levels worth noting on this planet," he said.
"I know. The strongest isn't even that impressive and the rest are weak. They're sitting ducks if anyone evil figures out about these dragon balls. Frieza would have annihilated them."
He had no idea what a sitting duck was but otherwise he had to agree. "Perhaps they should be our first contract?"
Vegeta referenced her desire for them to become protectors for hire rather than mercenaries.
"Yeah, we could set up an outpost here. Rotate out a crew every few moons or so." The idea had merit and they could present it to the population. "Maybe we could trade them protection for wishes?"
A smirk carved itself across face. This was why she was his mate. "My thoughts exactly."
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They were met just outside of the Namekian village by the warrior they were tracking. He certainly looked a lot like Piccolo but there were differences. He was larger, taller, not as lean waisted, with slightly softer features and darker coloring. He was also weaker. Way weaker. Piccolo was, had been, probably three times as strong.
"What is your purpose for coming here?" The warrior glared at Vegeta.
"Well that's not very friendly." Bulma crossed her arms and glared back.
Those sharp eyes turned to her. "It is my job to protect this village and I sense darkness here. Not evil but…"
Bulma frowned at him. Well, she supposed they weren't the friendliest of people but what did he mean he could sense darkness in them?
"We are here for your dragon balls," Vegeta said.
She palmed her face as the Namek went all defensive. Of course, he did. Vegeta always sounded as though he was contemplating seeing what your insides looked like on the outside.
"I'll kill you before I allow you to harm my people."
Vegeta smirked. "You do not stand a chance against me, weakling."
"Oh, would you both stop," Bulma snapped, cutting in between the two. "I don't know what you're sensing from us but we really aren't here for trouble. We actually need your help. I was friends with one of your people. He somehow ended up on my home planet and died trying to protect the universe from Frieza. You have heard of Frieza? Yes?"
She paused waiting on the male to respond.
"Everyone has heard of him." He still looking at them with suspicion, hackles raised.
"Right, perfect. Well he killed him." She pointed Vegeta. "Frieza's been dusted but my friend left me a letter telling me to come here and ask for help."
Bulma could feel Vegeta's annoyance. Reaching over she touched his arm. Willing him to be calm and remember they needed cooperation from the natives to make this work. They weren't there to wrecked house.
"What was your friends name?"
"Piccolo."
"I do not know that name."
Bulma sighed. "To be honest I'm not sure about his past. He didn't like talking about it but he was my friend."
"Do you have proof you knew one of us?" The suspicion still hadn't left his voice.
"I've got a letter." Bulma reached into her waistband, pulled it out and handed it to him. "And, my name is Bulma."
She said the last in Namekian. It wasn't great but she could hold an elementary level conversation with it.
"You can speak our language?" He asked in Namekian.
Bulma wobbled her hand side to side and replied in the language. "Yes, it's so-so but he said I'm a fast learner."
Eyes shifting between them he seemed to be sizing them up. Thankfully Vegeta remained silent.
Finally, he spoke again in the local tongue. "My name is Nail. I must take you to our Elder to determine if we may assist you."
"Thank you." She said before switching back to common and translating for Vegeta.
"Fine," he growled. "Stop wasting time and take us to your leader."
Looking somewhat annoyed Nail simply turned and flew off toward the village. Bulma rolled her eyes at Vegeta. "Are you ever going to work on your people skills?"
"No."
"Obviously."
They took off after Nail.
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It was uncomfortable standing in front of the overgrown green alien. One couldn't tell if his eye were open or not and he spoke as if he were half asleep. Vegeta had no time for necessities but judging by the way his mate was looking at him she expected civility.
Crossing his arms, he glared at the ground and kept his teeth together before he said something that ruined her plan. Already she'd laid out the story for their audience. Beginning at Frieza's threat to Vegetasai and ending with the present. She'd edited out the whole Saiyan's invading Earth bit. Probably for the best.
"Piccolo you say?" Guru asked.
"Yes," Bulma assured him.
"Hmmm." The green lump drawled. "I since some darkness within you both. However, there is goodness too. It is hard to say which will win out in the end, but you bring balance to each other. This is good."
When he took a long pause Vegeta's resolve broke. "Out with it already!"
"Vegeta," Bulma sighed.
One word, just his name and he felt chastened. What was becoming of him? He gestured wildly at the Namek with raised brows but clamped his mouth shut again. How long was he expected to follow her direction?
Vegeta be quiet. Vegeta do not kill anyone. So many demands.
"There is great power within you as well. And in your child." He chuckled at Bulma's shocked look. "Yes, I can sense the pure goodness radiating off of the child. You have done the universe a great service ridding it of the ultimate evil. We will help you if we determine that the good in you is stronger than the evil. Come I must lay hands upon you."
Lay hands upon them? He growled, not liking the sound of that, but before he could dismantle the Namekian limb by limb Bulma already stepped forward to allow the giant to lay his hand on her head. It motioned for him to come over to its free hand. If he did not go through with this then they may not get the dragon balls without severe bloodshed. He really did not want to deal with his enraged pregnant mate if he had to slaughter and torture these people.
"Fuck."
Vegeta stomped over to the waiting palm and gritted his teeth as the creature laid his hand atop his head, smashing his hair down in the process. He opened his mouth to snap at the idiot but before he could, Vegeta found himself falling into unconsciousness.
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Bulma's eyes flew open. The world around her burned. Frowning she put a hand to her head. A headache was working at her and something niggled in the back of her mind.
Looking around at the ruined landscape Bulma knew the Saiyans were after her. They destroyed her school, killed master, her friends, and from what she knew of them they wouldn't stop until they had her. She fled from the ruins of her dojo, heading to the city. Her initial thought to find her parents. Maybe find a way off of the planet?
Her parents would be home, they had a space ship. If she went home maybe they could all just run away to space.
Sharp pains shot through her head, Bulma clutched at it as she fought to remember what she was forgetting. Because she was forgetting something. Something important.
"What do we have here?" An evil voice broke through her thoughts, drew her to a holt within eyeshot of Capsule Corp. The large domed buildings not a mile away. She was fast, with a head start she might make it but her path was blocked by the male before her.
He was a tall Saiyan with ankle length hair spiking wildly around him. Power radiated off of him, his Ki intense. If she ran home would he follow her? Maybe she could hit him in the face with a Ki ball, blind him for a second and then bolt. The Saiyan likely wouldn't expect that from a human female. Heart hammering in her chest she knew she had to make a choice. Run or accept her fate. Risk more lives for her own benefit or stay and face the enemy.
Fear left her shaking. Fear of death, of being kidnapped and tortured, but most of all the fear of what would happen if she led this monster to her home. An image come to her mind of her parents waiting for her, worrying, they were her safe place. Her haven. But could she risk their lives and the lives of everyone on the compound by going their?
"I'm Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
She drew her sword.
No one else would die in her place. She was a warrior and she would stand and fight. Perfering to die on her feet than have the blood of her loved ones on her hands.
Pain like an electric shock went through her mind and Bulma fell. Reality coming back to her in a wave. A small Namek caught her weight as she fell. Easing her to the ground. It took a moment for the fog to clear from her thoughts and Bulma realized she'd been forced to relive one of the worst decisions she'd ever made. When she'd allowed fear and selfishness to rule her. Only this time she'd made the right choice. At least in her mind. In reality, she'd ran thrown that attack at Raditz and ran but she hadn't been nearly fast enough. He'd followed her home and killed everyone. She'd ran again during the mayhem. Ending up covered in her families blood, only to find herself cornered and capture by Vegeta. Some many unnecessary deaths all because she'd been a coward.
"What was that? Who are you?"
The smaller Namek smiled at her. "I am Dende and our Great Elder gave you a test. A test it seems you passed."
"But I failed in real life." She shook her head. "Besides, as far as evil goes, I've done worse. What good is this test?"
"Evil is subjective. To you, whatever you experienced, is the worst thing you've ever done. In your vision you retain the growth you've made since that time, even though your memories are shrouded. You, as you are now, would have made a different choice." He smiled at her. "It is who you are now that we are concerned about."
She wondered, not for the first time, what would have happened had she not run?
Turning her gaze to Vegeta who was still under Guru's trance she asked, "Why hasn't he come out yet?"
"Some choices are more difficult."
Sure, that explained everything. Or not. But Bulma didn't have it in her to continue grilling the species that seemed to prefer answering questions in riddles or she might just show them that she was worse than they thought.
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He'd been locked away for days as his instincts screamed for him to claim his mate. His mind slowly failing him as his willpower waned. Starved, sleep deprived and on the edge of madness the last thing Vegeta needed was the human coming for him. Yet there she was, at his doors, calling his name. The beast inside him demanded his take what was his.
"Vegeta?" she called softly.
Every muscled on his body twitched as one. He fought against it, closing his eyes and digging nails into flesh. If he could just stay away from her, she would be safe from him. The little human didn't want him nor should she. He was dangerous, malicious, her captor, a monster.
Her scent caught him as she continued creeping into his lair, heating his blood, straining his resolve not to ruin the female. A growl trickled out from his chest and his feet moved against his will, drawing him out of the darkness.
His female backed away from him. Her lips moved, words left her mouth, but he could not hear them over the blood rushing through his ears. All he knew was that he need to be inside her, need to make her his own. Needed to mark her. Instinct drove him. No female would want a weak mate, one incapable of overpowering her, and so he rushed her. Taking her to the ground. He saw red, his only thought to take what was his. One word circled his thoughts. Mine.
Flaying hands, the scent of pure fear, broke through his insanity. His mate should not be afraid, she should be excited by his strength. His name leaving her lips called him, however briefly, back to reality.
Bulma lay beneath him. Terrified. Shaking.
He was a beast.
"If you'd only stayed away…the-heat…" He closed his eyes and his whole body thrummed like a taught wire above hers. "Kill me. Do it now-while I can let you."
Bulma's hand clutched the hilt of her remaining sword.
"No."
The word made his soul ache, but he knew taking her would be wrong. In that moment he had a choice. His life or hers. Because making her his mate would surely be the death of her, she was to strong willed to accept such shackles. One way or another she would find a way out. Fighting his instinct Vegeta could not help but lower his face to her neck. He scraped teeth along the wound there. She shuddered against him. It felt right to have her beneath him, familiar... A memory like fog hovered in the back of his mind.
A sharp pain went through his head. Shaking his head Vegeta focused back on the woman beneath him. Offering herself to him. Cursed by fate as he was. But she didn't have to be. He still had choice. To save her or to save himself.
"Forgive me," he said.
Vegeta drew her remaining sword from her belt, ignoring her shouts, he met those beautiful blue eyes and ran her blade through his own heart.
He fell. Slamming back into reality like a brick Vegeta came awake screaming, Ki burning around him in a blaze. It took Bulma to pull him back. She stepped up to him, putting herself between him and that fucking Elder bastard.
"Vegeta, Vegeta, it's okay."
"What the fuck was that? I'm going to kill him."
Nail twitched but she reached through his burning Ki and lay her hands on his arms.
"It was just a mind game. That's all. To see if you would make a selfless choice if given a second chance at your most selfish moment."
"Could you see what I saw?" he snarled at Guru.
The fat Elder laughed softly. "No child. All I can do is feel if your choices were good at heart or bad. You both chose good paths."
Looking at his mate Vegeta couldn't help but be glad he'd been selfish before. That he wasn't the male then that he was now. His life without her had been bleak and despite the rough beginning of their mating it had worked out. They were happy and alive. Without her, without him, Vegetasai would have been destroyed and Frieza would still be terrorizing the universe.
"Your tests are pissing me off old man."
He itched to rend green flesh and took a step forward but met with resistance. It was Bulma of course, her small hands against his chest, knowing full well she would not be able to stop him if he truly wanted past but asking him all the same not to do whatever it was, he was thinking about doing. Concern washed through him. Her concern. For their people, her friends. Gritting his teeth, he powered down. For her, he would do anything.
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"Are you going to help us or not?" she asked, not looking away from Vegeta. Thankful that he relaxed. The murderous twinkle in his eyes had worried her. As annoyed as she was with the mind games, they still needed these people to help them make their wishes and she would prefer Vegeta not decide to slaughter all of them and beat the information out of someone.
It was Nail who spoke up. "I think we should help them."
"I believe you are correct." Guru nodded. "Dende please take them to the other villages and gather all of the dragon balls."
Bulma thanked all the Gods who might be listening as they followed Dende out of Guru's house and into the sky. It was actually pretty quick work stopping in each village, Dende doing most of the talking, and receiving their prize before heading on to the next. Only a few hours later saw them a top a high cliff. The wall-ball sized orbs were gathered in a circle on the ground before them.
"Remember," Dende said. "The great dragon can revive large groups of people at once as long as they didn't die of natural causes, but you should be very specific with your wishes. Also, the Great Dragon is known to be very impatient. It is wise not to aggravate him. Oh, and anyone wished back will revive where they died. Are you ready?"
Cursing Bulma pulled the capsule and tossed it. A large storage container appeared. "They'll revive where they died? We didn't know that. A team needs to go to the moon as fast as possible and bring them back to the surface as soon as they come back." Digging a scouter out she tossed it to Vegeta who caught it easily. He immediately began communicating with someone to get a ship up to the moon. He nodded at her when he was done. "Okay Dende, how do we do this?"
"I will summon the dragon and you will make your wishes. Alright then, here we go." He switched to Namekian and held his hands out over the dragon balls. "Great Dragon Porunga by your name I summon you!"
For a beat everyone just stared at the balls, unmoving, inert. "So, his name was the password?"
"Yes."
"Not very creative." Bulma crossed her arms, staring at the unmoving orange globes. "You sure you did that right?"
Dende ignored her. She could feel Vegeta's aggravation growing and it rubbed off on her. Opening her mouth to ask if they were broken Bulma stopped. They'd begun to glow and then the light pulsed, throbbing slowly, as the sky grew dark.
Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her back just as a brilliant golden light erupted out of the dragon balls and shot into the sky. The blazing light lit up the world, blinding them briefly, before clearing to reveal a frightening sight. An enormous green dragon, with glowing red eyes, hovered hundreds of fight high above them. It black horns stretching above its broad head.
"Holy shit," she whispered. "He's huge."
Vegeta nodded silently.
The dragon began to speak in common, its voice deep and booming. "You have collected all seven dragon balls and now as it is written, think wisely, as I will grant you three wishes that are within my power."
Bulma glanced at Vegeta. They'd discussed the first two wishes they wanted to make but not the third. She wanted to the third a secret in case it didn't work.
"I wish that you bring back all of the non-evil people killed by Frieza and those under his control." She made their first wish.
Porunga made sound somewhere between a growl and a hmm. Then his eyes glowed brighter red for moment before he spoke.
"Your wish has been granted."
Had it really been that easy? She looked the question at Vegeta. Eyes narrowing, he put a hand to the scouter, demanding an update. It was a moment before they heard back. The away team probably just reaching the moon.
Finally, his sharp eyes flew wide. "They have returned and are being transported back as we speak. It worked."
"Of course, it work." Growled Porunga. "It is within my powers. No make your next wish!"
Bulma scowled up at the dragon. "If you weren't so grumpy I'd say you were cute."
The dragons mouth fell open and he seemed to sweat. Having startled the dragon into silence Bulma cleared her throat before making their second wish.
"I wish to bring back all non-evil people on Earth killed by the Saiyan invasion."
Another round of glowing eyes and the dragon announced, "Your second wish has been granted. Make your final wish so I can go back to sleep."
They were back? That quick and her family, her friends, were all back? Vegeta's arm came around her waist, holding her up as her knees went weak. It felt unreal. To have traveled across the universe, from being kidnapped to queen, to mother and everything in between. She felt tears pushing at the back of her eyes and simply let them fall. Her parents were back.
"Enough of this. Make your last wish…please." Porunga stressed the please part.
Vegeta pushed her upright, made sure she had her feet under her and gave her a gentle nudged to continue. It was time to make her last wish. The one she'd insisted remain secret, the one she'd worked the most on with Dende, making sure she got her words exactly right.
Looking back at Vegeta she made her final wish.
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What was his mate up too? He didn't like that look on her face, the one that said she was specifically up to no good. The Namekian language sounded elegant coming from her, this wish and he wished he'd learned their language too so he knew what was going on. The dragon seemed to take longer this time before answering in common. Self-righteous beast could speak both but only answered to the old language of this planet.
"This is within my power. As you wish it. So shall it be."
Light erupted around Bulma, blindingly bright. The power of the explosion knocked the small Namek away and forced him to power up slightly to avoid being blown away. Vegeta shouted rushing for her, fear coursing through him, he would kill them all if something happened to her.
It was over as fast as it began and the energy cleared to reveal her standing in the same place, uninjured but wide eyed. He rushed over to her checking for injuries even as she batted his hands away, swearing she was fine.
The dragon began glowing gold again and said, "All of your wishes have been granted. My duty is fulfilled."
He disappeared in a burst of light, the energy shooting back into the seven dragon balls which began glowing again as they lifted off of the ground, hovering in mid-air for a moment before shooting off in different directions all across the planet.
"Woman, what did you do?" He asked.
She patted his face gently. "Relax Vegeta. I'm fine."
"What was your wish?"
"I wished to live as long as and age like a Saiyan. Honestly, I was worried he would consider it multiple wishes and not grant it or that it would be outside his powers but here we are. You may not have thought about it, but I have spent more than enough time coming to terms with the fact that you will long out live me. I've done the research, all of you are capable of living the length of multiple human lifespans and age slow as hell. Our child will likely age like you. I don't want to die so soon, to grow old while you look the same. You wouldn't even have wrinkles by the time I died. I didn't want to mention it in case the dragon couldn't do it."
Mouth hanging open Vegeta realized she was right, his life span and youthfulness would last far longer than hers. He had forgotten how physiologically different they were.
"You really are the smartest creature in the universe." He told her.
She laughed, "If you say so. I really hope it worked but I guess only time will tell."
"Porunga wouldn't lie." Dende hobbled back over to them, his white robes looking a bit rough for wear. "I would like to take you back to Grand Elder Guru before you depart if that would be acceptable to you?"
"That's fine," Bulma said with a smirk. "We would like to offer him a trade. One he won't want to refuse."
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A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still here, reading this, we are getting closer to the end. I hope you found this chapter interesting. I didn't want to lose momentum by dragging out the collecting of the dragon balls into multiple chapters. Stay tuned for more. At least two more chapters to come. Please review/comment if you have the time and feed this starving artist. Lots of love. ~The Enforcer.
