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

Chapter 349 Mysterious Boy

As he flew, the blue-haired boy glanced down at the radar in his palm; fluorescent green coordinates were flashing on the screen: "It should be in this area."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tucked in his stomach and swooped down, his hair whipping up at sharp angles in the airflow, before slowly stabilizing himself as he approached the ground.

Shang Yun and the others followed closely behind.

The blue-haired boy took a metal box out of his shirt pocket.

With a soft "ding," the lid popped open, revealing three capsules. The boy picked up a red one with his fingertips, pressed the switch, and casually tossed it to the empty space to his left.

With a "bang," the white mist exploded, and the capsule transformed into a silver box half the height of a person. Bulma subconsciously grabbed Yamcha's sleeve and took a half-step back, her toes barely touching the ground: "This capsule technology... is even more advanced than my dad's company's?"

The boy squatted down and lifted the lid of the box, inside which were neatly stacked hundreds of bottles of beverages, their surfaces reflecting different colors of light.

He pulled out a bottle of azure liquid, unscrewed it, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took two gulps. When he looked up, there was still foam on the corner of his lips: "Mr. Sun Wukong will take some time to reach Earth. Everyone, please have something to drink first. There's plenty here, help yourself."

"Then I won't be polite!" Bulma's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward, picked out a pink bottle, and made a "hissing" sound as she scratched the cap open with her fingernails.

Son Gohan reached out and grabbed a golden one. He took a sip and his eyes widened, his cheeks puffing out like a little hamster's: "Wow! It's cantaloupe flavored!"

"Gohan!" Krillin reached out to stop him, but saw the boy just standing quietly to the side smiling, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the bottle.

Seeing this, Shang Yun chuckled and took out a bottle of green beverage. As he unscrewed it, a refreshing minty scent wafted out: "Don't be nervous, he means no harm." He then tilted his head back and gulped down half the bottle.

"Really? Then I'll have one too." Klin scratched the back of his head, hesitated, and reached for a bottle of clear liquid.

The moment the bottle cap was unscrewed, the sound of fine bubbles was like light rain falling on a lake.

Klin licked his lips, took a tentative sip, and the sweet fruity aroma exploded on his tongue, with a refreshing aftertaste reminiscent of iced soda.

"Hey? That's pretty good!"

Klin's eyes lit up, and he took two more big gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. The drink dripped from the corner of his mouth down his chin and onto his clothes.

Bulma turned to stare at the blue-haired boy, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers and chuckling, "Hey, little brother, haven't we met somewhere before?"

The boy abruptly lowered his head, his silver hair obscuring the reddened tips of his ears: "N-nothing..."

"Then how do you know about my dad?" Gohan pressed, clutching the empty bottle tightly.

The boy's fingertips traced the bottle, his voice as soft as a feather: "I heard it from someone else..."

"Then how did you know Goku would arrive on Earth in three hours?" Krillin raised an eyebrow.

The boy pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with apology: "This... please forgive me for not being able to say."

Vegeta took a half step forward, his tail swishing through the grass, his crimson pupils almost piercing through the other: "'Can't say' what do you mean? Who are you? How do you possess such power?"

The boy was forced to take a half step back, staring down at the grass juice stains on his shoes: "I...I'm sorry...I really can't say this."

Tien Shinhan said softly, "It's strange that you won't even say your name."

Yamcha scratched his spiky hair: "Yeah, what's the point of hiding your name?"

Piccolo stared silently at the blue-haired boy.

Shang Yun slowly sipped his green beverage, a gentle smile always playing on his lips. His gaze occasionally swept over the boy's eyes, as if he were deep in thought.

Bulma shook the drink bottle in her hand, raised an eyebrow and glanced at everyone: "Alright, alright, I'm the great benefactor who just saved the Earth!"

Son Gohan nodded eagerly: "That's right!"

The crowd gradually dispersed and found their own seats.

Vegeta propped himself up on one leg on the jagged rock, but his pupils remained fixed on the blue-haired boy, as if staring at some rare prey.

The boy sat curled up on the grass, his hair falling down and covering half of his face. His fingertips unconsciously twirled a blade of grass. Occasionally, when he looked up and met Vegeta's burning gaze, he would quickly lower his eyes like a frightened puppy, his ear tips turning so red they were almost bleeding.

Bick stood alone on the hilltop, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Gohan, clutching an empty beverage bottle still smeared with cantaloupe juice, sidled over and said, "Uncle Piccolo..."

Bick turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A year ago, when Dende and the other Namekians left Earth," Gohan looked up at Piccolo's sharply defined profile, "why didn't you go with them? Was it because you couldn't bear to leave Earth, Uncle Piccolo?"

Piccolo paused for a moment, then looked at Gohan and said, "Actually, there's no particular reason. I just don't want to live that kind of boring life."

"So, are you still training every day?" Son Gohan shook the bottle. "Training as diligently as before?"

“Occasionally,” Bick replied briefly, his gaze suddenly drifting towards the blue-haired boy at the foot of the mountain.

On the other side, Bulma leaned closer to Krillin, covering her mouth with her fingertips and whispering, "That Vegeta guy, you never see him. He's probably hiding somewhere training."

Krillin gazed at Vegeta sitting on a rock in the distance, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness: "That Vegeta guy, I'm afraid he'll never let go of the idea of ​​'defeating Goku' until he dies. Few people have a stronger sense of pride than fighting power?"

Bulma nudged Krillin with her elbow, glancing at Vegeta sitting alone with his arms crossed in the distance. "Krillin, don't you think it looks a lot like him?" She twirled the light blue highlights at the ends of her hair with her fingertips, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Klin raised an eyebrow, following her gaze with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "What?"

Bulma leaned closer, pointing her finger at the blue-haired boy: "Vegeta and that boy, don't you think they have similar vibes?" She blinked, her gaze shifting between the two.

Klin said, "Really? But I think their personalities are very different."

Vegeta suddenly whipped his tail at the pebbles at his feet, his scarlet eyes glaring at the blue-haired boy: "Hey! You've been looking at me like that since earlier, what exactly do you want?"

The boy suddenly lowered his head, his blue hair brushing against his flushed cheeks: "I...I'm sorry..."

"cut."

Vegeta snorted and said impatiently, "What an annoying guy..."

On the other side, Tien Shinhan glanced at the boy and said to Chiaotzu, "Chiaotzu, that guy... could he be a friend Goku made on another planet?"

Dumpling, holding a glass of watermelon juice, looked up at him, her round face puffed up like a steamed bun: "But he looks a lot like an Earthling..."

Tien Shinhan rubbed his temples, glancing at Shang Yun who was leaning against a rock, seemingly dozing: "Look at Shang Yun's calm demeanor, he might know something. Let's just wait for Goku to come back."

Yamcha tilted his head back and gulped down the last mouthful of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing as he squeezed the empty bottle out of shape. "But can Goku really come back?" he asked, suddenly looking up at the indigo blue sky.

Everyone looked up at the sky.