Another world.
A land devastated beyond recognition, resembling the apocalypse itself.
Most of Earth's population had been wiped out by the two android demons who mercilessly ravaged everything in their path.
Finally, a savior emerged.
A brave young warrior.
His name was Trunks.
Using the time machine invented by his mother, Bulma, Trunks traveled to the past, retrieved the design schematics of Android 17 from Dr. Gero's secret laboratory, and returned to his ruined future.
With these schematics, Bulma managed to develop a remote controller capable of shutting down Androids 17 and 18.
Trunks used the device to disable the androids before destroying them completely, bringing long-overdue peace to his broken world.
The survivors rejoiced.
A peaceful life had finally returned.
But fate had other plans.
Trunks was killed!
And his time machine vanished.
The loss plunged Bulma into grief, yet the world barely had time to mourn before it was thrust into another catastrophe.
A massive universal warship, comparable in size to an asteroid, crashed onto Earth with devastating force, killing countless innocents.
An alien army emerged, announcing their conquest.
Their leader? A Namekian known as King Slug.
Unlike any ordinary Namekian, Slug was pure evil, rivaling even Piccolo Daimao in his cruelty. His power eclipsed the demon king's, but age had caught up with him.
Slug was dying.
Just when he thought his time had run out, fate delivered him a Dragon System-brand Dragon Ball from another world.
Through this, he learned of the legendary wish-granting Shenlong, capable of fulfilling any desire.
Determined to restore his youth, Slug and his forces scoured various planets, gathering six Dragon Balls.
The seventh?
It was here—on Earth.
Now, Earth was his, and its people suffered under his reign.
But this time, there were no warriors left to resist him.
No one… except Bulma.
Despite losing Trunks, Bulma refused to surrender.
With the help of Mister Satan, she infiltrated Slug's domain.
Her timing was perfect.
Slug had gathered the seven Dragon Balls and was moments away from summoning the dragon.
Lightning split the sky.
A heavy, oppressive force blanketed the land, as if signaling the end of the world.
Then, Shenlong appeared.
Golden light illuminated the ruined wasteland as the massive dragon descended.
"Speak your wish," the dragon commanded in a deep, resonant voice. "No matter what it is, I shall grant it."
Slug stepped forward, trembling with excitement.
"Shenlong! Grant me—"
Before he could finish, a desperate voice interrupted him.
"Shenlong! Bring back Trunks!"
The voice was filled with urgency.
It belonged to Bulma.
Slug barely acknowledged her.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a Qigong wave, vaporizing her on the spot.
Boom!
Bulma was gone.
Just like that.
Mister Satan, watching from the shadows, fell to his knees, paralyzed with horror.
Meanwhile, Slug turned his attention back to Shenlong.
"Now that the distraction is gone…" he sneered. "Shenlong, restore my youth!"
But something was wrong.
Shenlong's massive eyes burned with an intense, uncharacteristic fury.
Deep within, Renkai—in his dragon form—was seething.
Watching Bulma die before his eyes ignited an uncontrollable rage.
Even if this was a parallel world, even if this Bulma wasn't his Bulma, he couldn't ignore it.
If not for the constraints of being Shenlong, he would have annihilated Slug right then and there.
"Your wish is granted," he said coldly.
With a snap of his clawed fingers, Slug's body began to glow.
His frail, wrinkled form rapidly transformed, regaining the strength and power of his prime.
"Ha… hahahaha! I'm young again!"
Slug flexed his muscles, reveling in his reborn might.
Unaware that he had just received his last wish.
Shenlong gazed at him for a moment longer.
Then, without another word, he vanished, scattering the Dragon Balls across the world once more.
"Bulma… No!!"
At Slug's base, Mister Satan crumbled to the ground, wailing at the loss of his companion.
"You idiot, stop whining."
A deep, commanding voice cut through the grief.
Mister Satan turned sharply—his eyes widening in pure terror.
Standing before him was a three-meter-tall blue dragon-man.
"Please, sir!" Satan stammered, immediately bowing. "I have no quarrel with King Slug! I swear, I don't know that woman! I'm just a random guy passing by!"
His forehead slammed against the ground repeatedly as he pleaded for mercy.
The dragon-man, unimpressed, folded his arms.
"Shut up and listen," he growled. "I'm giving you one chance. Wish for Bulma's resurrection. Now."
Satan froze.
Then, trembling, he slowly rose to his feet.
"I… I understand…"
Voice unsteady, he took a deep breath—
And made the wish.
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