[My Comment]

I started writing this story in the year 2020 but the flow of time has changed my mindset. As of uploading this chapter, it's halfway through 2023 and my feelings changed over what I want to happen to this story. I don't find it fun to nerf a beloved character and it infuriates the readers. So I'm done being careful with power levels. That's why this chapter seeks to reasonably remove Gohan's nerfed status but without making everything too easy for him.

It's too late for those who decided to leave so let's make this a good one for those who stayed. But now that Gohan's as tough as he's supposed to be, there needs to be something different to make this fun to read. The main character is only as interesting as the characters and environments he interacts with, so the world that surrounds Gohan cannot be neglected.

I hope to return to canon soon. So that the story can continue as it's supposed to.

[end of comment]

[XXX]

Further above Korin's tower at the top of the world was Dende's Lookout, a place of both solace and solemnity. The Z Fighters, Earth's mightiest warriors, all stood there in awe and disbelief, their hearts heavy with the harsh reality before them. The resounding voice of Shenron, the majestic dragon, had just revealed the bitter truth—they were powerless to bring back Gohan, their beloved comrade, trapped in the far reaches of the South Galaxy because of a malevolent force that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

Chi-Chi, consumed by anguish and fury, struggled against the firm, yet, respectful grasp of Krillin and Yamcha, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "What do you mean you can't bring back my baby!?" she cried out, her words echoing through the air. "I don't care if it's beyond your power! Just do something, anything, to bring back my precious boy!"

Krillin, his voice filled with empathy, tried to calm the distraught mother. "Chi-Chi, please, calm down!" he urged in a panicked expression.

Yamcha nodded in agreement. "Yeah, attacking the dragon won't solve anything." He added with a concerned tone of his own. "We have to explore our options here."

The calm and smart Bulma glared at the ethereal dragon, her voice cutting through the tension. "Shenron! Why don't you use your infinite wisdom and figure out the best course of action?"

Acknowledging Bulma's words, Shenron's voice boomed once more, its power reverberating in the air. "The force that holds the Saiyan captive exceeds my power as well as his own," the mighty dragon declared, the weight of the truth carried in his words. "Its strength grows with each passing day. To grant such a wish, our collective power must become far greater."

The group stood frozen in stunned silence, their minds grasping the weight of the revelation. Vegeta and Piccolo, known for their keen observation, watched the unfolding scene with unyielding focus. Disappointment etched deep lines on their faces, mingling with traces of concern.

Arms tightly crossed, Vegeta couldn't contain his discontent, his voice dripping with disappointment. "Peace isn't good for a warrior." He commented with a brief pause before adding, "If Kakarot's brat hadn't forsaken his training, he'd be standing here with us."

Piccolo's gaze hardened, and a low grumble escaped his lips as worry tinged his voice. "How did this happen to you, Gohan?" he muttered, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Bulma's patience snapped, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the two stoic warriors. "You can't be serious! You fighters are only good for punching things, aren't you!?" Her frustration erupted, punctuating her words with exasperation. "Can't you see that the dragon revealed exactly what we need to know?"

The two most serious fighters exchanged curious glances, their eyes fixed on the intelligent woman before them. Even Tien and Chiaotzu exchanged a subtle shrug, silently acknowledging their lack of insight.

Yamcha's expression lit up as he figured out what she meant. "She's got a point there! How about we wish for Dende's potential to be unleashed so that the dragon can be made more powerful?" Asked Yamcha in a contemplative tone. "After that, we can wish to unleash Gohan's potential too. Maybe then we'll be able to wish him back to Earth!"

A flicker of understanding sparked in the eyes of the Z Fighters. Yamcha's suggestion held promise. It was the obvious conclusion to make after understanding Shenron's informative response.

Tien smirked in Yamcha's direction, "Seems easy enough." he commented passively with a nod. Chiaotzu nodded too.

"Good." Said Bulma with a sigh of relief. "At least one person is following me."

Soon, everyone turned their attention to Dende, the young Namekian who possessed a unique connection to the dragon and its power.

Dende, his gaze filled with determination, stepped forward. "The former Grand Elder of my home had previously unleashed my potential, although it has been a long time since that happened." he declared, his voice steady with resolve. "It should be safe to try again, if it means saving Gohan, I will do whatever it takes."

"I understand that you wish to unleash the latent power that resides in Master Dende?" asked the majestic dragon as it listened to everyone's conversation. The tone of the dragon's terrifying voice was a constant reminder of its impatience.

"Yeah! That's right!" responded Bulma, her eyes gleaming with anticipation before shifting to a cautious expression. "But is it possible without a downside?"

"The downside of the wish?.." Asked the dragon in a grave tone of impatience, seemingly ready to vanish were it not for his obligation to grant a wish, including Dende's influence. "Unleashing Master Dende's power would exhaust two wishes, as it is too complex to grant. Furthermore, the added strength of the second wish is insufficient for Master Dende to surpass the power that holds the Saiyan captive in South Galaxy."

This new information lacked the good new they required, as it was a requirement for both Dende and Gohan to surpass the mysterious power that originates in the south galaxy. Furthermore, Dende requires more than a wish to increase in power.

"What? Why two wishes?..." Asked Bulma before looking to Dende for answers. "Dende, shouldn't you have known this? I thought you were the expert regarding the dragon balls."

Dende stepped closer to Bulma to explain, "As you know, Shenron's power is linked to me, which means the dragon is only as powerful as I am. If the dragon attempts to unleash my potential, it's as though the dragon is doing that to itself, thus requiring the added strength and complexity of the second wish."

Bulma nodded at Dende's explanation before reverting her attention to the dragon. "Listen here, Dragon!" She shouted with visible frustration. "Before Perfect Cell's defeat, we were limited to one wish per summoning. However, since Dende became Earth's guardian, you've become capable of granting three wishes. So, logically speaking, if we unleash Dende's potential, shouldn't that grant us additional wishes?"

"That is false." Responded Shenron without wasting time contemplating the answer. "The limits of my power are defined by Master Dende, as he is responsible for increasing the set number of wishes that I may grant. Now, state your wish!"

Bulma looked to Dende again for answers and he responded in kind.

"Shenron is right," added Dende, his voice carrying a note of solemnity. "When I first became Earth's guardian, I wielded my power to enhance the dragon, although I was restricted in what I could do because of my physical limits. However, I do appreciate the idea to unleash my latent power. It should enable me to further augment Shenron's abilities during his next dormant phase."

Bulma furrowed her brows, seeking clarification. "So, the upgrades can only be implemented when Shenron is not active?"

Dende nodded affirmatively. "That is correct. The dragon's dormant state allows for modifications and enhancements."

Captivated by the idea, Bulma pressed further. "And if we follow this path, summoning Shenron again would result in an even more formidable and capable dragon, correct?"

Dende nodded once more. "Yes, that is indeed true. However, it seems you're forgetting that we must summon Shenron a second time to bring back Gohan. It is an unfortunate requirement."

"Twice!?" Exclaimed Bulma in horror. "Why twice!?"

Dende took a step back at the dumbfounded woman before him, she leaned closer to him for an answer and it became awkward for him. "Well... using Shenron to unleash my potential would require two wishes, and unleashing Gohan's potential will consume the final wish. Therefore we must wait another year until we can wish back Gohan. The same would apply to New Namek's dragon since it can only be enhanced while in a dormant state. Finally, Shenron stated that unleashing my potential isn't enough."

The group exchanged glances, weighing the possibilities and the sacrifices required to bring back Gohan.

Tien and Chaitzu glanced at each other before returning their attention to the smart billionaire woman who stood before the glowing dragon balls. "Our options are indeed limited..." Muttered Tien in disappointment. "But we'll have to hold the fort until we can wish back Gohan next year."

Hovering in place right next to Tien, Chaitzu's shoulders slumped downward. "I hope he'll be okay..."

Vegeta frowned as he turned his back to everyone, readying himself to leave as he walked away. "What a waste of time, make your wish already!"

Piccolo's mind churned with conflicting thoughts as the idea of merging with Dende entered his mind. He glanced at his reflection in a nearby pot of water, his stern visage betraying the internal struggle within him. The notion of sacrificing himself for the greater good tugged at his being, and he couldn't shake the unease that came with Kami's lingering influence.

"No," Piccolo muttered under his breath, his voice firm with resolve. 'I will not be swayed by his remnants. My decisions are my own.' He thought to himself.

His gaze shifted to Dende, his expression resolute. The young Namekian had clearly stated that the Dragon needed to be dormant for any upgrades to take place. Even if Piccolo were to merge with Dende now, wishing back Gohan would still require waiting a full year until the dragon balls regained their power.

Piccolo clenched his fists, frustration burning in his eyes. There had to be another way, a path that would not rely on the remnants of his fused past.

Bulma's gaze shifted towards Chi-Chi, who stood off to the side with tears glistening in her eyes. She could feel the weight of Chi-Chi's sorrow as a mother herself. With a deep breath, she turned back to face the majestic dragon, readying herself to address the dragon, that was until a familiar voice resounded in everyone's thoughts.

"Hold on a moment, everyone," Goku's voice resounded, causing a collective surprise. "I have an idea for your first wish."

"Goku?" Muttered Krillin in shock.

"What's going on, Kakarot?" Vegeta grumbled as he stopped himself from leaving, his arms now uncrossed as he looked to the sky.

"Goku?" Chi-Chi exclaimed, her eyes scanning the skies in search of any sign of her husband. Krillin and Yamcha, momentarily releasing their grip on Chi-Chi, joined in, craning their necks to peer at the heavens above.

"That rascal of a Saiyan," Piccolo muttered with a smirk. "After being dead and silent for seven years, he chooses to contact us at this dire time?"

Goku's voice echoed with a hint of playfulness. "Sorry for not keeping in touch, but this is serious," then his tone changed to match the seriousness of their predicament. "From otherworld, I sensed Gohan's energy in the far end of South Galaxy. But thanks to King Kai, I was able to talk with my son just a while ago."

Vegeta chimed in with a dry remark, visibly unimpressed. "We already know your son's predicament, Kakarot. The dragon informed us."

Goku's response was nonchalant. "Awesome! That removes the need to further explain myself."

Chi-Chi's eyes welled up with tears, a mixture of hope and worry lacing her voice. "Goku, can we hear Gohan's voice too?" she pleaded, her heart yearning for her son's safe return.

Goku's tone turned serious and determined. "Sorry my love, That's not possible. But returning to the subject at hand, I believe we can refine your wish further! While this won't immediately bring our son to Earth, we should unleash Gohan's potential as though he had never ceased his physical training," he proposed, his voice resolute and brimming with unwavering faith. "Otherwise, Gohan may only become as powerful as his current body allows him to. And consider the time it takes for the dragon balls to become available again. The force that traps Gohan in south galaxy will only increase with each passing day, so he desperately needs the boost in power."

Krillin couldn't contain his excitement. "Wow, Goku! You might be onto something," he exclaimed, his eyes widening with anticipation.

"No time to waste!" Goku responded eagerly. "Please make your wish to the dragon. Let's make Gohan stronger than ever!"

The group rallied behind Goku's idea, a renewed sense of purpose and determination surging through their veins. With the dragon's power at their disposal, they prepared to make their wish, setting their sights on a future where Gohan would one day return home with his untapped potential unleashed.

"You hear that, Shenron!?" Bulma shouted at the ethereal dragon. "Unleash Gohan's potential as though he had never ceased his training in the hyperbolic time chamber!"

The majestic dragon fell silent, deep in contemplation. Moments later, its resonating voice reverberated through the air. "This wish is within my power to grant. However, if the Saiyan never ceased his training in the Hyperbolic time chamber, he would have pushed his body beyond repair."

Bulma winced at the realization. "Wait, let me rephrase the wish!"

"I understand your intention..." The dragon continued." You seek to increase the Saiyan's potential within reasonable limits, without subjecting him to unending strain. Is this correct?"

"Eh-heh." Krillin nervously chuckled in relief. "Would you look at that? Dende's personality might have influenced the dragon to be more considerate, giving us warnings about the wishes that we're asking about."

"No kidding." Replied Yamcha with a nod. "We're fortunate to have Dende as Earth's guardian. No offense to Kami of course."

Dende blushed and nervously averted his gaze from everyone that looked at him in appreciation. Meanwhile, Piccolo briefly smirked but immediately returned to his stoic expression before anyone could notice.

Bulma hesitated for a moment, then nodded as she processed what the dragon said. "That's right. We want Gohan's potential to be unleashed as though he had never stopped training but with consideration for his well-being."

"Very well," the dragon declared, its voice filled with ancient wisdom as its eyes glowed an ethereal red. "The added complexity of your request will exhaust two wishes. I shall now unleash the Saiyan's-"

"T-T-TWO WISHES!?" Exclaimed Bulma with both hands on her head, the dragon stopped itself halfway through its explanation. "But we still need to unleash Dende's potential with those two wishes!"

"Uh-oh" Resounded the voice of Goku in everyone's thoughts. "Sorry about that, guys. I also forgot to mention that Gohan has a wish of his own, so I failed to consider your wishes too."

Curiosity piqued, the Z Fighters turned their attention to Goku's voice from the otherworld, awaiting further explanation.

"And what kind of wish would Gohan have?" Bulma inquired, still shocked by the amount of wishes they would require in just one day.

"In regards to a place called Lugnica, Gohan wishes to undo the unnatural cause of death of all those who recently perished."

With Piccolo's arms still crossed, he raised a concerned brow. "Sounds like Gohan's been through some trouble."

Chi-Chi's eyes widened with horror. "People are dying around Gohan? Goku! Is our boy safe?"

Goku's voice reverberated through the air, soothing Chi-Chi's worried heart with its calm presence. "Don't worry Chi-Chi, he's safe. Please, everyone, time is running out for me. Grant Gohan's wish, and farewell to all of you!"

"Wait, noo! Goku!" Krillin's voice echoed, filled with desperation, as he continued to scan the sky. "Goku! Are you still there!?"

Only silence hung in the air, accompanied by the eerie sound of wind rustling through the surroundings and the occasional rumble of thunder in the darkened skies enveloping the eternal dragon.

"This is not a favorable situation," Dende commented, his tone passive yet commanding everyone's attention. "Wishing back a multitude of people from Otherworld requires two wishes, not just one."

"You've got that right," Yamcha chimed in. "The requests mentioned by Goku would consume four wishes, yet Shenron can only grant three."

Bulma finally regained her composure, her expression resolute. "We have to find a compromise, and we have to act swiftly. Who knows how much power Shenron has already depleted by remaining summoned."

Upon hearing this, Dende responded, "I can confirm that Shenron can still grant the three wishes, though one of our wishes might lack effectiveness depending on what we choose."

"Am I to understand that you have decided to make your wish?" Asked the ever-impatient Shenron.

Bulma almost popped a vein in frustration before pointing an annoyed finger at the dragon and shouting at it, "Be patient you giant salamander!" Then she reverted her attention to Dende with a calmer expression. "Listen, can the new Grand Elder of New Namek unleash your potential? If not, then can the Namekian dragon balls unleash your potential?"

"I believe both options are possible," Dende replied, his voice tinged with certainty. "However, the Dragon Balls might hold greater potential."

Piccolo, his imposing figure drawing closer, interjected with a commanding presence, waiting until he had their undivided attention. His stoic expression bore the weight of experience as he spoke, "Training Dende isn't out of the question either. But I must warn you, I won't make it easy."

Dende wasn't particularly afraid of Piccolo, but knowing what Gohan went through under Piccolo's training did give him cause to worry. "I understand," Dende responded, his tone reflecting his comprehension of the gravity of the situation.

"If New Namek proves to be less fruitful," Piccolo continued, his voice resolute, "then training becomes our only viable option." With those words hanging in the air, the towering Namekian turned and began to walk away, his cape flowing in the wind.

"Very well then." Bulma faced the Dragon again, instead only intending to address everyone within the Lookout. "Does everyone agree that we should unleash Gohan's potential, albeit with a much more simplified wish? This should allow us to maintain two remaining wishes, which are required to revive multiple people from the otherworld."

Yamcha hummed in contemplation, "Well... Gohan may not become as powerful with a simplified wish, but he'll still make considerable progress in power, considering he's a Saiyan Hybrid. It should already give him quite the advantage."

"Indeed, those Saiyans increase in power fairly quickly," Krillen added with a nod of his head.

Tien also nodded in agreement. "If Gohan wants to wish back people from otherworld, then I don't see the issue."

"Me neither." Added Chiaotzu.

"Anyone else?" Asked Bulma as she looked around. When she looked at Vegeta he simply scowled before a milky white aura of power shrouded his being. The Saiyan prince then took off into the skies and vanished across the dark horizon with a trail of energy following him.

Bulma sweat-dropped at Vegeta before focusing her attention on Piccolo, who responded with, "My only concern is to bring back Gohan. But if he has a wish of his own, then so be it."

Finally, she turned her attention to the mother of Gohan who had seemingly accepted the fact that she must wait a year to see her son again.

"I wanted to send him the school curriculum," Said Chi-Chi with a stern look, causing everyone to sweat-drop. Then her her expression softened as she continued speaking. "but if Gohan has a wish of his own, then I have no issues either."

With everyone being on the same page, Bulma finally addressed the Dragon properly. "Shenron! Make this a simplified wish. Unleash Gohan's current latent potential!"

Excitement filled the air as the Z Fighters braced themselves for the incredible change that was about to unfold. Wherever he was, they hoped that this wish would serve him well. The Dragon's eyes glowed an ethereal red as its voice thundered across the lookout. "It is done. Now what is your next wish?"

One more time she looked around to see if anyone had anything to say before finally refocusing her attention on the impatient dragon. "Dragon! Wherever Gohan may be, undo the cause of death from all those who recently perished of unnatural causes."

The dragon's eyes blazed with crimson light before returning to their original state. "It is done. All your wishes have been granted," the dragon proclaimed, as the Dragon Balls shot up into the sky, scattering across the planet. "Farewell," it said, ascending higher into the heavens before disappearing from Earth's realm.

[XXX]

"This is quite troubling," muttered Roswaal as he slowly spun in his chair next to the main desk, his movements gentle. Alone in his room of study, he contemplated the recent turn of events that had unexpectedly postponed his plans.

Ever since Emilia recounted the events that transpired in Lugnica's capital, Roswaal has been very busy. With a stern tone betraying his stoic expression, he muttered, "The dragon priest should have arrived with Lady Emilia, yet he vanished into the wilderness."

The eccentric lord of the Manor pondered the events of the prior day, it was during those hours that a revelation emerged in his Gospel. It was made clear that he must destroy the demihuman settlement located near the famous crater traversed by the grand river. This settlement was where the Demihumans had historically suffered one of their many defeats in that old war.

However, he knew he couldn't get his hands dirty, so he influenced a proxy to do the work for him.

'By provoking their aggression and urging them to eradicate that settlement, this will divert the dragon priest from permanently settling down.' He thought to himself, lacking any guilt from admitting the incriminating information. After all, who would read his mind and hold him accountable for his actions?

'The demihumans also served to be rather useful. Paying them to sabotage the forest barrier has worked wonderfully. After all, there's the risk of the dragon priest becoming attached to that town.'

'While I didn't expect him to singlehandedly save them all, the townspeople banished him after a brief mistunderstanding, which is still acceptable. For those events align with the Gospel itself.'

Roswaal's mind buzzed with machinations and schemes, each move carefully calculated to further his enigmatic goals. As Roswaal sat in his study, his mind raced with what should have happened. "If only Gohan had sought refuge within my peaceful Arlam village, then I would have allowed it. But alas, he has a will of his own."

"Unfortunate for him, however, my line of work is necessary." He continued voicing to nobody in particular, as Roswaal feared the dragon priest would not become Emilia's loyal protector if he were to sit back and do nothing.

In Roswaal's ideal world, Gohan should have arrived at the manor alongside Emilia. However, due to Ram's influence, the dragon priest had chosen a different path without protest. It was uncertain whether or not the dragon priest would become the official Dragon Lord. However, the Gospel deemed it crucial to prevent Gohan's attachment to those specific towns.

"This is the path that I must set for him, for me to gain a trustworthy ally, an ally who can who I can depend on..." Roswaal set his mind to see this through, and if he played his cards right, he would avoid Gohan catching wind of his actions.

The enigmatic nature of Gohan intrigued the eccentric man, for he was capable enough to defy the predictions of Roswaal's Gospel. Singlehandedly destroying the wolgarm of a forest with his barehandsisn't a feat that can be scoffed. However, Roswaal knew he needed to entice Gohan to come to his domain, so he could influence Gohan's actions to ultimately fit his grand designs.

Despite the peril it posed to his life, reputation, and identity, Roswaal Mathers deftly manipulated a malicious group into believing a grand falsehood. Despite lacking any allegiance to them in any way, shape, or form, Roswaal leveraged his connections wherever he could manage. Using methods laced in secrecy, he hired a proxy to spread false rumors about the lone survivors of the Oni clan seeking refuge within the demihuman settlement.

'I wouldn't dream to put my maids in danger, but the Oni clan's unique gift...' he continued thinking. 'which proves to be a bane to those who live in secrecy, makes them prime targets for those who wish to safeguard their enigmatic practices. By using the cult's wretched ambitions to my advantage, I have created a tempting target, using them as a proxy destroy the demihuman settlement without needing to lift a finger myself.'

In Roswaal's view, this was the only way to ensure that the dragon priest wouldn't settle down elsewhere. He firmly believed that Gohan should be Emilia's protector moving forward. And if required, he would continue to destroy anything that Gohan attempts to attach himself to. It may seem cruel, but this strategy would allow Roswaal to prevent Gohan from settling down anywhere other than in his domain.

"According to my trusted Ram, the dragon priest refuses to participate in the Royal selection. If this is true, then it will be easy to convince him to join Emilia's camp in the royal selection. Now I simply need an opportunity to reach out to him."

Knowing his trusted Gospel would show him the path forward, he briefly rested his hand on the book before opening it once more.

After reading through the words only he could understand, his brows furrowed in perplexion. While he believed the book would show him the familiar path forward, it instead course-corrected due to unforeseen events.

"The town was resurrected?.." Roswaal silently pondered aloud. A cold shiver ran through his body and his heart raced with excitement tinged with horror.

'How could such a feat have been managed?" he wondered aloud. "My efforts to prevent him from settling down had seemingly worked, but it says here that he used mysterious methods to return the demihuman settlement to life.'

"Why is this written here?" He silently wondered in intrigue, knowing that every word in this special book was meant to bring him closer to achieving his end goal. If he was reading this, then that meant that the information was crucial to his purpose.

Was the dragon priest knowingly responsible for this miraculous event?

"If he holds the secrets to revival," Roswaal murmured with fervor, "he could be the key to reviving my dead master and mentor." The thought excited Roswaal greatly as he now desperately desired to put the dragon priest under his influence.

With determination burning in his eyes, Roswaal was resolute in his pursuit of influence over the dragon priest. "Whatever caused this miraculous event," he declared, "I will unravel the truth and bend Gohan to my will."

Now came the question, 'If I am to destroy that settlement again, would it be restored as before? Is the dragon priest even responsible for causing such a miraculous event? I will unravel this mystery, in order to accomplish my lifetime goal!'

[XXX]

Far beyond the outskirts of Lugnica's Capital, a rugged precipice stretched out into the distance. Standing at the very bottom was a mysterious feminine figure, donned in a flowing white robe. Her presence exuded an air of feminine elegance and grace, yet her gaze was fixed on something seemingly insignificant resting on the grass-covered ground. It was an insignia, adorned with a dragon crest, gleaming under the sunlight. With feminine gentleness, she reached down and picked it up, cradling it gently in her palm. As she examined the item, the trinket remained unresponsive to her touch.

"He was here..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, revealing her true identity as Ram. "Either he lost it or willingly discarded it. Regardless, this is a regrettable outcome."

Ram's grip tightened on the sacred item, knowing she had to make the arduous journey back to the Mathers Domain. Her purpose was clear - to convey this newfound information to Lord Roswaal. Although she lacked precise knowledge of Gohan's current whereabouts, the abandoned insignia spoke volumes about his intentions. It became evident that Gohan adamantly refused to embrace the role of the dragon priest, as she vividly recalled his hesitant explanations. This revelation reinforced her belief that Gohan's involvement in the royal selection was an unwanted diversion from his true motives, the nature of which remained shrouded in mystery.

As if the world itself sensed the gravity of her discovery, an abrupt earthquake shook the ground beneath her feet, causing her to steady herself against the rocky terrain. But it wasn't merely an earthquake. The sound that followed was at first mistaken for thunder, but Ram's keen senses soon recognized it for what it truly was—a distant human shout echoing through the mountains.

"That was no thunder... It was a shout!" she exclaimed after regaining her balance, her curiosity piqued by the enigmatic cry.

Intrigued, she focused her clairvoyance, a power unique to her Oni heritage, on identifying the source of the shout. Through the eyes of an eagle soaring in the sky, she peered into the distant mountains. And there, amidst the vast wilderness, she caught a glimpse of a golden figure standing atop a hill, veiled by waves of radiant energy. The mysterious golden man seemed to be venting his frustration by shouting at the mountains, but his identity remained elusive due to the blinding light of his transformation.

Ram furrowed her brow in confusion. She had never encountered such a phenomenon before and couldn't comprehend the significance of the transformation. However, she could sense the anger and anguish emanating from the enigmatic figure. The power he wielded reminded her of Roswaal's terrifying magical strength, it's ferocity was nothing like what the magicians of Lugnica could manage.

As Ram continued to observe the Super Saiyan from afar, she began to make the connection to Gohan, believing that this might be him veiled by the golden energy. But as soon as she fully made this connection, her heart suddenly tensed, as if it was being crushed by an unknown force. Pain shot through her body, and she dropped to her knees, gasping for breath.

"Cough, Cough! What's happening?" Her words were forced out as she found herself unable to speak anymore, her lungs now running out of air. The overwhelming pressure intensified, and despite her efforts to resist, she felt her life force slipping away as if the oxygen was being deprived.

In her final moments, Ram's wide eyes locked onto the golden Super Saiyan. Her mind raced with questions and disbelief at the strange turn of events. With her last bit of strength, she mustered a feeble attempt to use her clairvoyance once more, hoping to glean some insight into the cause of her sudden demise. However, the crushing force proved relentless, and she could only manage a faint glimpse of the Super Saiyan's bewildered expression, as if someone reached out to speak to him.

Finally, her vision completely blurred to the point of becoming absolute darkness. The enigmatic figure, unaware of the role he unknowingly played in Ram's tragic end, continued to vent his frustration to the mountains, the waves of golden energy rippling around him, and the world beyond the outskirts of Lugnica's Capital carried on, seemingly oblivious to the unfolding mystery and its devastating consequences.

"..."

After a brief passage of time, the sun in the sky showcasing that it was the same day, Ram's expression slowly became focused as life returned to her body. Now breathing heavily as she tried to make sense of her surroundings, she slowly pushed herself off the ground, finding herself lying on the soft grass while bathed in the same gentle sunlight of the morning. Confusion washed over her as she remembered what she was doing this entire time. Her hand instinctively moved to her chest, half-expecting to feel the crushing force that had taken her life just moments ago.

"Did I... pass out?" Ram muttered to herself, her voice faint and uncertain. "But that's not possible. I remember seeing a golden man shouting at the mountains, and then..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered what happened next.

Still feeling slightly disoriented, Ram hesitated before deciding to use her clairvoyance. She initially was reluctant, fearing that the power that had caused her discomfort would still be lingering. But her curiosity got the better of her, and with a deep breath, she tapped into her clairvoyance once more.

Through her clairvoyant sight, she saw Gohan, associating him with the Golden man she thought she had witnessed before her untimely "passing out." In front of him was the charred remains of what was once a Demihuman settlement, the aftermath of a disaster she is unaware of. The charred remains of the Demihumans reverted before her eyes, as if time was reversing itself. The ash transformed into something else, as the Demihumans began to stir and rise, confusion evident as they looked upon their restored bodies.

However, the destroyed homes and buildings remained unchanged. The once vibrant settlement still lay in ruins, a stark contrast to the revived Demihumans.

"I don't understand..." Ram's voice quivered with disbelief, her wide eyes locked on the scene before her. The enigmatic display of power had shaken her to the core, leaving her struggling to grasp the inexplicable reality. "Is the dragon priest reviving people?" Her mind raced with questions, trying to fathom the implications of what she had witnessed.

As her thoughts unraveled like a tangled thread, another possibility gnawed at her consciousness. "Did... did Gohan revive... me?" The idea was both astounding and unnerving. It dawned on her that she might have experienced death, her life force crushed by an elusive and overwhelming force. The mere notion sent shivers down her spine, and she gingerly touched her chest, half-expecting to feel the phantom pain that lingered in her memory.

Now recovering from her initial shock, Ram slowly withdrew from her clairvoyance, the mental strain momentarily dissipating. The raw emotions stirred within her, mingling with a newfound sense of purpose. Clarity had replaced bewilderment, and she knew what she had to do. She now knew where to find Gohan, but the image of the Super Saiyan frightened her to the core. Would she pass out if she meets him in person? Will she be unable to wake up?

Now feeling uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to confront Gohan in person, she cast her gaze toward the path that leads to the distant Mathers Domain.

"I have to inform Lord Roswaal," Ram declared. With each step, her white robe swirled gracefully, carrying an air of mystery about her.

Her noble stead, a loyal yet unnamed ground dragon, patiently waited near the main paved road, its emerald scales glimmering in the dappled sunlight. The reins were tied to a tree to prevent it from wandering about. Ram now realized that hadn't she awoken, the creature would be at the mercy of bystanders who traverse the main paved road.

As Ram approached the loyal beast, the ground dragon greeted her with a rumbling purr, its large, luminous eyes reflecting unwavering loyalty. Ram placed her hand gently on the creature's snout, feeling the warmth of the dragon's breath against her palm.

"I need your help once more, my friend," Ram whispered, her voice carrying a tinge of urgency. "We must make haste to the Mathers Domain and relay vital information to Lord Roswaal." The beast responded with a resolute nod, acknowledging her words, regardless of whether or not it understood her language.

With a graceful leap, Ram mounted the ground dragon's back, her white robe flowing elegantly as she settled into the saddle. The ground dragon's tall, bipedal form stood strong and imposing, its scales gleaming with a mesmerizing blend of earthy tones.

As they set off, the ground dragon moved with incredible speed, its powerful legs propelling them forward in great bounds. The ground beneath them blurred as they traversed the road before them.

Once they gained enough momentum, Ram's mind drifted to the enigmatic figure she had witnessed, the golden man shouting at the mountains in anguish. The memory replayed in her mind like an elusive puzzle piece, teasing her with its incomprehensibility.

"Who are you, and what secrets do you hold, dragon priest?" Ram wondered aloud, her words carried away by the wind. Her grip on the reins softened before she rested her fingers on the scales of the beast, as if seeking solace in the familiar touch.

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In the opulent royal bedroom adorned with fine tapestries and glistening chandeliers, Felt lounged on a plush velvet chair, her legs propped up on the elegant mahogany table. The mischievous glint in her eyes hinted at the defiance she was about to unleash on the unsuspecting maids. Felt was dressed elegantly as expected of someone with her newfound royal status, but her demeanor and mannerisms betrayed her conservative appearance.

"Alright, Lady Felt, now remember, it's essential to maintain proper posture at all times," one of the maids instructed with an air of authority, trying to hide her exasperation at the undisciplined royal candidate.

Felt rolled her eyes dramatically, stretching her arms above her head, "Proper posture, proper schmosh-ture. What's the big deal anyway? I'd rather slouch."

The other maid chimed in, "Young lady, it is crucial to embody grace and refinement. A lady's demeanor speaks volumes about her character."

Felt feigned a yawn, "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. But why can't I just be myself? Why does being royal mean I have to follow all these boring rules?"

With an air of patience, the maids tried to explain, "Lady Felt, your behavior represents not only yourself but also put Reinhard's good name in jeopardy. You must learn the art of politeness and decorum."

Felt scoffed, but mischief danced in her eyes. She pretended to pay attention, mimicking the maids' words with exaggerated gestures. But the moment the maids turned their backs, she slipped her foot out of her shoe and twirled it on her toes like a ballerina.

"Now, let us demonstrate the proper way to hold a teacup," one of the maids said, reaching for the delicate porcelain teapot.

Felt's eyes lit up with amusement as she clutched the teacup with her pinkie finger raised high, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. The maids gasped in horror, their attempts at composure slipping away.

"Oh, please! Nobody actually cares about this nonsense," Felt retorted, setting the teacup down with an exaggerated clank. "I'll drink this stuff however I want."

The maids exchanged exasperated glances, but they were determined to see the royal candidate act the part. They tried to teach her the art of polite conversation and small talk, but Felt kept diverting the topic to her adventurous escapades and outlandish encounters with the kingdom's rogues and ruffians.

"Enough is enough!" one of the maids finally exclaimed, her patience worn thin. "Lady Felt, this behavior is unacceptable! You must take this seriously!"

But instead of showing remorse, Felt burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the grand chamber. Deliberately, she reached for a glass of water, pretending to sip it gracefully before spilling it all over the table, causing the maids to gasp in shock.

Felt couldn't contain her amusement any longer, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes. "Lighten up, you two! Life's too short to be so stuffy all the time."

The maids looked utterly exasperated, but Felt's playful defiance seemed to charm them in a way they couldn't quite admit. Despite the chaos she caused, her free-spirited nature brought a breath of fresh air into the rigid, regal atmosphere of the royal bedroom.

Suddenly, the grand bedroom door creaked open, and Reinhard's imposing figure stepped inside. The trusted maids immediately acknowledged him, bowing gracefully as he made his way to Felt. With an air of urgency, Reinhard knelt before her and gently kissed her hand, a gesture befitting a knight addressing royalty.

"Lady Felt, there is something of great importance I must share with you," Reinhard spoke with solemnity, his voice carrying the weight of the news he bore.

Felt, reclining on a cushioned chaise lounge, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Well, don't keep me waiting. What's so important that it requires a knight's dramatic entrance?"

Reinhard straightened up, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. "Of course, my lady. Word has spread about a most peculiar phenomenon that has swept across the nation."

"Peculiar phenomenon?" Felt repeated, leaning forward with interest. "What are you talking about?"

The knight's expression turned serious once more. "People have been revived, Princess. Those who were recently killed under unnatural circumstances have inexplicably returned to life."

Felt's eyes widened in surprise, her playful demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine curiosity. "Revived? Are you saying people came back from the dead? That sounds like a superstitious rumor to me."

Reinhard nodded, "Indeed, it would seem that way, but the reports are consistent, and multiple sources have verified the events. Even members of the Royal Guard, who fell victim to the infamous Elsa Granheirt, are among those who were revived."

Felt's intrigue deepened, and she leaned in closer, her voice low with anticipation, "Victims of criminals too? This can't be a mere coincidence."

"No, it cannot," Reinhard replied, his eyes searching for any hint of understanding in the young royal candidate's expression. "The occurrences happened simultaneously, all across the Capital, perhaps across the entire nation. The exact reasons remain unknown."

Felt pondered for a moment, her mind processing the implications of such a phenomenon. "So, it's like they were given a second chance at life. How mysterious."

Reinhard nodded, "Indeed, and as a candidate for the throne, it is important that you are aware of these major events that may affect the nation's stability."

Felt's playful facade returned, and she flashed a grin at Reinhard. "You're quite the knight in shining armor, filling me in on all this secretive stuff. But what does this have to do with me?"

"Your newfound special status means that you are part of the leadership of this nation," Reinhard explained gently, however he omited some crucial information about her royal status. "You should be informed about such occurrences, especially since the members of the Royal Guard are your allies."

Felt's expression softened, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "I see. It's just strange, you know? Death is supposed to be final, but this makes it seem like there's something more to it."

Reinhard gave her a reassuring smile, "Life and death are mysteries beyond our comprehension, Princess. This phenomenon is one that has left even the most seasoned knights puzzled. For now, all we can do is observe and be prepared for any consequences or implications it may bring."

Felt's eyes glimmered with curiosity and intrigue. "Then keep your eyes open, Reinhard. If there's something strange happening, Id' expect you to be ready for whatever comes next."

"Agreed," Reinhard replied, his unwavering loyalty to the kingdom and its candidates evident in his demeanor.

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Deep within the depths of the Royal Capital, hidden in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, a small group of cloaked figures congregated in secret. The eerie glow of candles illuminated their masked faces as they huddled together, their whispers barely audible over the sound of distant city bustle.

"Have you heard the murmurs on the streets?" one of them asked, their voice tinged with trepidation.

The others nodded, their unease evident in their tense postures. "Yes, it seems people are returning from the dead," another replied, the words barely escaping their lips.

"But only those who died through accidents or homicides," a third figure chimed in. "Deaths from natural causes remain untouched."

A shiver ran down their spines as they realized the implications of this strange phenomenon. The cultists knew too well what it meant—their dark deeds, once thought to be permanent, had been undone.

"The Witch's hand is at play," someone whispered.

"And we are her devoted instruments," another answered.

"But why now? What does it mean for us?" a voice quivered.

"It could be a test, or perhaps a sign of her displeasure," a cultist speculated.

"Does this mean our recent work was undone?" another continued voicing in concern.

"We must not falter in our devotion," the first one spoke again, trying to regain their composure. "We must redouble our efforts, show the Witch our loyalty."

With renewed determination, the cultists decided they must inform their leader, Betelgeuse Romani Conti, of these disconcerting rumors. They knew he would provide insight into the Witch's enigmatic will and guide them through this unsettling time.

"We must report to Betelgeuse immediately," one of them declared.

"Agreed," another confirmed. "He will know what to do."

As the group dispersed, their cloaks swirled around them like shadows melting into the darkest places. With their masks concealing their identities, they moved with a sense of urgency and purpose, their devotion to the Witch driving them forward.

Through the winding streets of the Royal Capital, they made their way to a secluded hideout, the heart of the Witch's cult. There, they found Betelgeuse, the charismatic and eccentric leader, deep in meditation.

"Betelgeuse Romani Conti," one of the cultists called out, their voice a mixture of reverence and fear.

Betelgeuse slowly opened his eyes, the zealotry and madness visible in their depths. "My devoted children," he spoke with an eerie cadence, his gaze locking onto them. "What brings you to me in such haste?"

The cultists hesitated for a moment, but then, with determination, they relayed the rumors.

Betelgeuse's eyes widened, "You dare to show weakness to our beloved Witch?!" Betelgeuse's voice rose to a manic pitch. "You dare to question her divine will?!"

The cultist trembled, fear evident in their eyes as Betelgeuse's grip tightened.

"N-no, my Lord Betelgeuse," they stammered, "we merely seek her guidance, her divine guidance!"

Betelgeuse's face contorted with madness as he delivered a brutal blow to the cultist, sending them crashing to the ground. The others watched in horrified silence as their leader's anguish manifested in violence.

"Her will is absolute!" Betelgeuse cried, his tears mixing with his laughter. "We must redouble our efforts, prove our loyalty, and ensure we never displease her again!"

The cultists nodded, their fear and devotion mingling, driving them further into the depths of their fanaticism. The room echoed with their chants, a cacophony of madness and fervor as they pledged themselves anew to their twisted cause.

A wicked smile spread across Betelgeuse's face, his zeal reaching new heights. "Fear not, my dear children. The Witch's grand design unfolds before us, and we shall play our parts with unwavering devotion. The time for chaos and pandemonium is nigh, and we shall be at the forefront of her divine dance!"

As the cultists absorbed their leader's words, their minds filled with renewed fervor. They knew they were but pawns in the Witch's grand plan, but their dedication to Betelgeuse and the enigmatic Witch of Envy remained steadfast. In the shadows of Lugnica, the cultists prepared to carry out their malevolent duties, ever faithful to their deranged leader and the mysterious entity they served.

Perception of Gohan and the world events:

Roswaal's Perception of Gohan:

Roswaal's perception of the dragon priest, Gohan, has been a complex mix of intrigue, fascination, and manipulation. Initially, Roswaal sees Gohan as a means to achieve his ultimate goal of reviving his deceased master and mentor. He recognizes the potential power and influence that Gohan could bring to his side, making him an indispensable ally in reshaping the world according to his desires.

Roswaal is aware of Gohan's unique abilities, such as singlehandedly defeating the wolgarm in the forest and showing remarkable power. This further fuels his interest in the dragon priest, believing that Gohan is capable enough to protect Emilia in his absence.

However, Roswaal is not blind to Gohan's independence and strong will. He acknowledges that the dragon priest is not easily swayed by manipulation, and therefore, he approaches the situation with caution. He understands that any direct or forceful attempt to control Gohan could result in resistance or pushback.

Roswaal becomes increasingly obsessed with gaining control over Gohan, viewing him as a crucial pawn in his grand design. He spends a significant amount of time studying his Gospel, seeking clues to understand the true extent of Gohan's powers and intentions. Roswaal's isolation and withdrawn behavior reflect his all-consuming desire to uncover the mysteries surrounding the dragon priest.

Ultimately, Roswaal's perception of Gohan is driven by his ambition and desire to revive his mentor. Gohan is a potential key to achieving his long-held goals, and Roswaal is willing to go to great lengths to unravel the mysteries surrounding the dragon priest and bring him under his control.

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Ram's perception of Gohan:

Ram's perception of Gohan and the recent events is one of confusion, intrigue, and a growing sense of respect for the enigmatic dragon priest. Initially, Ram's encounter with Gohan in Lugnica's Capital left her suspicious of his intentions, especially when he showed interest in helping Emilia retrieve her stolen insignia. Ram couldn't shake the feeling that Gohan might have ulterior motives and initially believed he was a potential threat who was only interested in her due to Emilia's half-elf lineage and her child-like naivety.

However, as the events unfolded, Ram was taken aback by Gohan's humility and lack of entitlement. When Emilia changed her mind about inviting him to Roswaal's domain to seek sponsorship, he accepted her decision and chose not to use his status as a royal candidate to force his way in. This unexpected display of humility and acceptance left Ram bewildered, challenging her initial assumptions about him.

As Ram took it upon herself to find Gohan after Roswaal verbal displeasure, her perception of him shifted further. Her clairvoyance revealed Gohan's transformation into a Super Saiyan, a display of power and strength beyond her comprehension. The enigmatic figure she observed shouting at the mountains in anguish puzzled her, and she struggled to make sense of the significance of the transformation and the power it entailed.

Ram's encounters with Gohan and the events she witnessed through her clairvoyance have left her with a mix of emotions. On one hand, she is intrigued and curious about Gohan's true motives and the extent of his powers as the dragon priest. On the other hand, witnessing a town of demihumans be revived in front of him left her with more questions than answers.

Despite the confusion and mystery surrounding Gohan, Ram is driven by a sense of duty and loyalty to Lord Roswaal, compelling her to find and bring the dragon priest to the Mathers Domain. However, her perception of Gohan has evolved from seeing him as a potential threat to recognizing him as a formidable and enigmatic figure whose intentions and powers remain shrouded in secrecy.

As she rides on the loyal ground dragon toward the Mathers Domain, Ram's mind continues to be preoccupied with thoughts of Gohan. She wonders about his true motives, the connection between his transformation and the events that transpired, and how he fits into the unfolding mysteries of Lugnica's Capital. While initially, her intention was to find Gohan, fear had influenced her to return to the Mathers Domain instead of confronting the Saiyan in person, instead choosing to inform Gohan of his whereabouts.

However, Roswaal already knows Gohan's whereabouts, but is seeking the right moment to reach out to him.

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The Cult's Perception of world events:

The reason people were revived from death was due to a wish made by Gohan using the dragon balls on Earth. However, this fact is unknown to the population of Lugnica, so rumors and superstitions are prevalent instead. The inhabitants of Lugnica are unaware of the dragon balls and their connection to the revival, leading to speculation and mystery surrounding the phenomenon.

As for the Witch's cult, they are aware of the rumors about people being revived from unnatural deaths but are also unaware of the true cause behind it. They may view these events as a sign of the Witch's power and may interpret them as either a test of their devotion or a sign of her displeasure. The cultists are dedicated to serving the Witch of Envy, and her mysterious actions further fuel their fanatical beliefs. They see themselves as instruments of the Witch's will and are ready to redouble their efforts to prove their loyalty and fulfill her enigmatic plans. Their perception is shrouded in zealotry and madness, and they are willing to carry out their malevolent duties without fully understanding the true source of the revival phenomenon.

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Felt and Reinhard's perception of world events:

Felt's likely perception of the world events discussed would be one of genuine curiosity and intrigue. The news of people being revived from death under unusual circumstances would pique her interest, as it challenges the conventional understanding of life and death. Felt's nonconformist nature may lead her to question the implications of this phenomenon but ultimately is disinterested.

On the other hand, Reinhard's perception of the world events would be more grounded and practical. As a dedicated and loyal knight, he prioritizes the well-being of the kingdom and its people. While he acknowledges the mysterious nature of the phenomenon, he would approach it with a sense of duty and seriousness. His responsible and dutiful traits would make him focused on understanding the implications of the revived individuals, particularly the members of the Royal Guard who are now back in service. Reinhard might be concerned about the potential consequences and challenges arising from this mysterious event and would likely see it as his duty to protect the kingdom from any potential threats or disturbances.

Overall, Felt's adventurous and free-spirited nature leads her to view the situation with initial curiosity, while Reinhard's sense of duty and responsibility guides him towards a more practical and protective approach.

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The Z fighters back on Earth and their perceptions:

Chi-Chi, though relieved to know that her son's potential was unlocked, couldn't help but worry about Goku's well-being in Otherworld. She clung to the hope that he would return soon and that Gohan's training and newfound strength would be enough to face whatever malevolent force was holding him captive in the South Galaxy.

Vegeta's departure had left the group wondering about his next course of action. Despite his outward display of indifference, the Saiyan prince's actions suggested that he might have his own internal struggles.

Piccolo remained stoic, his mind pondering a fusion with Dende due to Kami's compassionate influence and the need to protect the Earth.

Bulma, ever the intellect, tried to assess the situation and plan for the future. She knew they needed to make the most of their remaining wishes when the Dragon Balls were active again.

Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotzu were eager to support their friends and face whatever challenges lay ahead. They knew that with Gohan's potential unlocked, he would be more than capable of protecting himself, wherever he may be in South Galaxy.

Dende, as Earth's guardian, felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. He had to make the right decisions to ensure the planet's safety and support the Z Fighters in their efforts to protect it.

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MY COMMENT:

This chapter almost became 20,000 words, so I cut it in half. The next chapter is practically finished but I don't know what to do with it. It will make or break the story and I can't risk showing it here. It depicts Gohan interacting with the Demihuman settlement and whether or not he encounters a revived Elysia within that town. And of course, his potential was unleashed but nothing like what the Kais did for him. He's not ultimate Gohan at this time.

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