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

Chapter 52 Where Did Sun Wukong Go?

"What exactly does the Heavenly God want to do?"

"However, since it was done by the Heavenly God, we have nothing to worry about."

"No matter what, we must find the other six Dragon Balls so that Goku can be revived." Krillin picked up Gohan's hat that had fallen to the ground, looked at the four-star Dragon Ball embroidered on it, and muttered to himself.

"How annoying! Yamcha always disappears at crucial moments. I have no idea where he goes," Bulma complained, hugging Gohan.

"Didn't you tell him not to come?" Krillin looked at Bulma speechlessly.

"Yes, but how did Wukong's older brother know our location so quickly? That's really strange."

"That's because he has a strange machine on his face that seems to be able to detect the strength and location of the enemy." Bick had already put on his cloak by now.

Upon hearing Piccolo's words, Bulma handed Gohan to Master Roshi and told Krillin to remove the power level detector from Raditz's face.

Bulma took out her personal tools, disassembled the combat power detector, and examined its internal structure.

"What an amazing machine! Although it's broken, it should be usable again after a little repair." Bulma's eyes lit up when she saw such a wonderful machine.

"Wow! Bulma, you're amazing!" Krillin exclaimed in admiration.

"It's nothing. I'll take it back and modify it. Maybe then I can find out the location of Yamcha and Shangyun."

"Well, I think we should go back to Kame-no-Island anyway; there's no point in staying here," Master Roshi suggested.

"Alright, I think I'll go look for the Dragon Balls later."

"Piccolo, what are your plans?"

The three of them looked at Piccolo at the same time, only to see Piccolo slightly raise the remaining half of his severed arm. The wound was a bloody mess, and wisps of white smoke were still rising from the severed blood vessels and muscle remnants. His body was trembling slightly from the intense pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, Piccolo channeled his internal energy to begin self-repair. Cells at the site of his severed arm rapidly divided and multiplied, a faint green light flickering in the wound, like countless tiny sprites diligently at work. Initially, granulation tissue slowly emerged, intertwining and entwining to gradually form the rudiments of an arm. As time passed, the skeletal structure began to slowly build within the granulation tissue, emitting soft clicking sounds, like the gradual erection of a sophisticated building's framework.

Blood vessels, like a fine network, gradually extend and grow along the veins of the newly formed arm, continuously supplying energy and nutrients to the new tissue. Muscle fibers are also arranging themselves in an orderly manner, making the arm's outline increasingly clear and gradually restoring its strength. The skin, like a layer of soft green silk, slowly covers the new arm, perfectly enveloping all the new tissue.

Finally, a brand new arm grew back. Bick moved his new arm around and found that the joints were flexible and the muscles were full of power.

Bulma and her two companions were so frightened by what they saw that they retreated in fear.

"It looks like a gecko's tail," Klin said softly.

"You guys can go find the Dragon Balls. No matter how powerful Kami is, he can't bring the dead back to life. But I'm taking Goku's son with me," Piccolo said coldly, arms crossed, looking at the three of them.

"What?! What do you want to do?!" Krillin quickly stepped in front of Gohan, shouting, "I know! You want to eat Gohan, don't you?!"

"How could that be! Why would we eat him?!" Piccolo roared, provoked by Krillin's words.

"Then... what do you want to do?" Bulma also stood in front of Gohan.

"That kid named Gohan, after some training, should be able to fight alongside us against the upcoming Saiyans."

"That's not a good idea. I think we should ask Gohan's mother for permission first."

"I don't have time for that. There's no need for further words. Otherwise, I'll kill you all first and then take him away."

"what?!"

"I think I'll bring this little guy to see you a year from now. If Goku is resurrected, please tell him to wait patiently for me to come." After saying that, Piccolo pointed at Gohan in Master Roshi's arms. Gohan slowly floated up and landed in Piccolo's hands. Piccolo then turned and flew away.

"What should we do?"

"Ugh~ I don't care~ I'm not responsible for this~"

"Gohan is doomed! Even if he survives, he'll probably become a delinquent."

"Goku and Chi-Chi will be furious!"

……

In the underworld, in the Yellow Springs.

"Everyone must line up properly and enter in an orderly manner. Hey you over there, don't cut in line. Line up in one row, not two." The ghost messenger, holding a megaphone, directed the ghosts to enter the Road to the Underworld.

In the Yama Palace not far away, Yama, who is as big as a mountain, sits on his seat, looking at the Book of Life and Death in his hand. Below Yama stand the gods and Sun Wukong with a halo above his head.

"That's how it is. I brought him here to ask you to let him go to the Realm King to cultivate. Is that alright?" The celestial being pleaded with Yama in a humble voice.

"Well, Sun Wukong's achievements are indeed extraordinary, and he deserves to go to heaven, but why would he take the risk of walking the snake path? Does he really want to see the King of the Realms?" Yama said, looking at Sun Wukong's information in the Book of Life and Death.

"Yup."

"Does everyone come here after they die?" Sun Wukong asked, looking around at the strange underworld.

"Yes."

"What about aliens?"

"It's the same. Once you die, you'll all come here to be judged by Yama, who will decide whether you go to heaven or hell."

"Um...King Yama, before I came, was there anyone named Raditz?" Sun Wukong asked King Yama.

"You should speak politely!" the god quickly stopped Sun Wukong.

"Raditz? He did come, he's your brother, he's in hell now." Yama flipped through the Book of Life and Death in his hand and found Raditz's page.

"Did he cause any trouble?"

"Of course there are! But I've already suppressed them."

"Wow! You must be very strong, otherwise how could you have subdued him!" Sun Wukong was very excited and turned to the god, saying, "I think I should just train here."

"Your voice is too loud. You can't be rude to King Yama." The celestial being quickly stopped Sun Wukong's shouting. Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to say something, he whispered in his ear, "Shut up. King Realm is stronger than King Yama, you know?"

"Hmm? Gods of Earth, I have heard you."

"Wh...what...you already heard it!"

"After you die, I'll sentence you to hell, hehe."

"King Yama, please forgive me. I didn't know you could hear me. You truly have the ears of hell! Please forgive me, hahaha." The celestial being hurriedly pleaded with King Yama with an embarrassed smile.

When Sun Wukong saw this, he simply looked at the gods indifferently and did not react at all.

"Hmm? Sun Wukong, don't you have a sense of humor?" King Yama asked doubtfully upon seeing Sun Wukong's reaction. "Alright, since you insist on seeing the King of the Realm, then go see him yourselves. Go over there and wait. I'll send someone to take you there later."

"Okay!" Sun Wukong ran towards the exit.

"However, I must warn you first: if you fall off the snake path, I will not be responsible for the consequences."

"Ah."

"Wukong, keep going! Success or failure depends on your training this year."

"Well, I still don't understand what's going on, but I will definitely try my best to see King Kai. Goodbye, Kami! Please give my regards to Mr. Popo!"