One month later.
"Ding! Report to the master—Dragon Balls from a parallel Dragon Ball world have been gathered. The master has been summoned."
"Yamcha, Krillin, you guys train on your own. I have something to take care of."
After informing Bulma, Jiang Wei vanished in a flash of golden light.
Another Dragon Ball World
Lightning crackled through the sky, thunder rumbling as if signaling impending doom.
Inside a dark castle, a figure sat, gripping a wine glass filled with deep red liquid.
"This is impossible! Someone actually summoned the Dragon?! Why? The Dragon was supposed to be dead!"
The glass slipped from the figure's grasp, shattering against the floor as the exclamation echoed through the room.
An Abandoned Town
Jiang Wei, now transformed into Shenron, observed his surroundings with mild amusement. He had appeared in what was once a town, now reduced to ruins. A massive crater nearby suggested destruction from a powerful energy blast.
Glancing down, he spotted a group of soldiers dressed in military uniforms, their weapons raised in high alert. Each uniform bore the "RR" insignia—this world's Red Ribbon Army.
Interesting.
Jiang Wei smirked. So it was the Red Ribbon Army that had summoned him.
"Speak your wish, and this Dragon shall grant it," he declared.
One of the officers stepped forward, his expression filled with hope.
"Shenron, can you destroy Piccolo Daimao?"
Piccolo Daimao?
Jiang Wei raised an eyebrow. Not wishing for Marshal Black to grow taller?
He had assumed that would be their request, as in the original timeline.
Seeing Shenron hesitate, the officer sighed. "So not even the all-powerful Dragon can destroy Piccolo Daimao? It's hopeless!"
After snapping out of his thoughts, Jiang Wei asked curiously, "Piccolo Daimao? Which Piccolo Daimao?"
"Who else? The one who was freed by that bastard Chowder—the demon who nearly wiped out the world!"
The officer gritted his teeth, his face filled with fear.
Oh… so that Piccolo Daimao.
For a second, Jiang Wei had thought they were talking about Piccolo from his world—the Son family's unofficial babysitter.
Jiang Wei then asked, "Where's Son Goku? Why hasn't he stepped in to defeat this so-called 'terrifying' Piccolo Daimao?"
The officer looked confused. "Son Goku? Never heard of him. He can defeat Piccolo Daimao? Shenron, where is this Son Goku?"
Jiang Wei chuckled. "Simple.
Son Goku was a Saiyan. His real name was Kakarot.
But when he was still a baby, on his way to Earth, one of Cooler's men—brother of the Universe Emperor Frieza—spotted his space pod and blasted it out of existence. He was vaporized before he even reached this planet."
The officer's mouth fell open in shock. "What?! The savior who could have defeated Piccolo Daimao… died as a baby? This world is doomed!"
Then, as if clinging to one last hope, he asked, "Shenron, is there any other way to defeat Piccolo Daimao?"
Jiang Wei smirked.
"That would be your second wish. See you next time!"
Without another word, the colossal dragon split into seven beams of golden light and vanished into the sky.
The officer clenched his fists in frustration.
"Damn it, Shenron! What kind of unreliable Dragon was that?!"
Their army had sacrificed so much to gather the seven Dragon Balls, only to be left without a solution.
Then, a sudden voice interrupted his anger.
"Who are you calling unreliable?"
A figure emerged—three meters tall, with cyan-colored skin and draconic features.
The soldiers tensed, immediately raising their weapons.
"Are you… Shenron? Or are you one of Piccolo Daimao's monsters?"
The officer hesitated. The creature in front of him bore a striking resemblance to the green-skinned demons that served Piccolo Daimao.
But unlike them, this one wasn't attacking.
"You have one wish left," Jiang Wei said with a grin. "Make it count. You can summon a hero from another world to defeat Piccolo Daimao."
The soldiers exchanged uncertain glances.
Jiang Wei added, "But you'd better hurry. I can sense some weak life forms approaching. Those are Piccolo Daimao's minions, and they're coming for you."
The officer paled.
He didn't have time to hesitate.
"Shenron! Please summon a hero who can defeat Piccolo Daimao!"
Jiang Wei snapped his fingers.
A flash of light filled the air.
When it faded, a young girl with light blue hair stood before them.
The soldiers blinked in shock.
"…Can this girl really defeat Piccolo Daimao?"
Bulma, still adjusting to her sudden teleportation, stared at the heavily armed soldiers around her.
Then her eyes widened in terror.
The Red Ribbon Army?!
Instinctively, she raised her hands in surrender.
"Don't shoot!" she blurted out, stiffly saluting.
Jiang Wei couldn't help but laugh.
"Baby, put your hands down," he said, amused.
Recognizing his voice, Bulma immediately relaxed and ran into his arms.
"Brother…" she mumbled in embarrassment.
She had just made a fool of herself in front of him!
Jiang Wei stroked her hair and reassured her. "Baby, you don't need to be afraid of these guys. They might have guns, but with your power, taking them down would be easy."
Bulma blushed. "I-I know, but… it's the Red Ribbon Army! They're supposed to be terrifying!"
Then, as she fully grasped her situation, she asked, "Brother, what's going on with these Red Ribbon soldiers?"
Before Jiang Wei could answer—
"Jie Jie Jie!"
A sinister laugh echoed through the air.
Ten green-skinned monsters appeared, their muscular bodies blocking every escape route.
"So you're the pathetic humans trying to use the Dragon Balls to oppose the great Piccolo Daimao?"
Their leader sneered, revealing sharp fangs.
"Fools! Anyone who dares defy Piccolo Daimao will die!"
The monsters lunged forward—
And Bulma's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Brother, do I get to fight them?" she asked eagerly.
Jiang Wei chuckled.
"Go ahead, baby. Show them what happens when they mess with my woman."
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