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

Chapter 295 Settling Everyone

Son Gohan, who had been drooping his head in dejection, jolted awake at Shang Yun's words as if struck by lightning. His eyes widened, a bright glimmer of hope flashing within them, and his voice was urgent, tinged with disbelief: "What's wrong? Godfather, what happened?"

Shang Yun tilted his head slightly, a confident smile playing on his lips, and said clearly, word by word, "Let's wish to Shenron to transfer Goku and Krillin's souls to Earth, so they can be resurrected here. That way, the problem will be solved!"

Shang Yun's words were like a ray of dawn piercing through layers of gloom, instantly illuminating everyone's hearts. They were stunned for a moment, then their long-suppressed excitement erupted like a flood, their cheers shaking the surrounding leaves. Bulma's eyes widened, sparkling with excitement. She strode quickly to Shang Yun, slapped him hard on the shoulder, and her voice trembled with excitement: "Shang Yun, what treasures are hidden in your head! This idea is absolutely brilliant!"

Son Gohan, his face flushed with excitement, leaped up like a nimble little monkey, hugging Shang Yun tightly. His voice trembled slightly with emotion: "That's great, Godfather! I really don't know what I would have done without you. Dad and Uncle Krillin are saved now!" At that moment, the forest seemed to be ignited with hope, laughter echoing through the branches and leaves, sweeping away the heavy gloom that had hung over it.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, a dark shadow swooped down from the sky like a ghost. With a "boom," Vegeta landed gracefully beside a thick tree, his metal combat boots kicking up a cloud of dust as he stepped on the ground.

He crossed his arms, a cold glint flashing in his dark red eyes, and stared expressionlessly at the cheering crowd. A gentle breeze blew by, causing Vegeta's signature spiky hair to sway slightly.

"Hmph!" Vegeta snorted coldly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself, "Kakarot actually transformed into a Super Saiyan and defeated Frieza… Hmph, I'll see just how powerful this so-called Super Saiyan really is. When he's resurrected, I'll personally defeat him and let everyone know that the strongest Saiyan in the universe is none other than me, Vegeta!"

At this moment, the newly appointed Namekian Grand Elder, Mulin, slowly approached with a group of Namekians. Mulin's expression was extremely sincere. He bowed slightly and said, "I am truly sorry, friends from Earth. We plan to wait until the Dragon Balls on Namek are restored before making a wish to Shenron to find a suitable planet to migrate to. Until then, could you please help us find a temporary place to live?"

Bulma frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then a warm smile bloomed on her face: "That's true. How about this, everyone stay at my house! It's very spacious, there's definitely enough room."

A look of surprise and gratitude flashed in Mullin's eyes, and he said cautiously, "Oh, is that really alright? Thank you so much, Ms. Bulma. We will definitely try our best not to cause you any trouble."

Bulma waved her hand dismissively and said with a smile, "No trouble at all! We're all friends, helping each other is only natural. Besides, we're hoping to revive our friends with the Namekian Dragon Balls, so it's a win-win situation!"

Mulin was slightly taken aback, then a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Ah? I see, that's wonderful."

Bulma put her hands on her hips, turned to look at Dende, and asked in her eyes, "Then it's settled! Once the Dragon Balls regain their power, we'll make a wish to Shenron together. Dende, what do you think?"

Dandy nodded vigorously, his clear eyes filled with determination: "Yes! I also hope to be able to help and get Klin and the others back soon."

Bulma's expression suddenly turned serious, her brows furrowing tightly: "But let me make this clear from the start, there are many of you, and you look different from Earthlings, which makes it difficult for you to move around. Please don't wander around carelessly. If you are discovered by ordinary humans, it will definitely cause a huge riot, and then everyone will suffer."

Mullin nodded solemnly, "Yes, Ms. Bulma is right. Then I'll have to trouble you to take care of it."

Bulma put her hands on her hips, turned around and looked at Vegeta: "Vegeta, you don't have any objections to my arrangement, do you?"

Vegeta's nonchalant expression faltered slightly, and he was secretly surprised: She actually called me Vegeta directly... Before he could think further, Bulma continued, "Why don't you come along too? It'll be more lively with more people."

Vegeta scoffed dismissively, turning his head away with an arrogant glint in his eyes: "Hmph, who wants to hang out with a bunch of you!"

Bulma smiled slyly and said slowly, "I can cook a lot of delicious food. You and Goku are both Saiyans, so you must have a big appetite. I guarantee you'll have a feast."

Bulma slightly raised her chin, her eyes revealing a hint of playfulness and confidence, and continued, "However, although I am very charming, you are not allowed to have any improper thoughts. I don't want to get into unnecessary trouble."

Vegeta's lips twitched, a bead of cold sweat rolled down his cheek, and he muttered to himself helplessly, "What is this woman thinking? Who would have designs on her anyway!"

Bulma acted as if she hadn't heard Vegeta's grumbling, turned to face the Namekians, and smiled gently again: "Well, everyone, please wait a moment. I'll call my dad and have him come pick you up."

At this moment, Son Gohan slightly raised his hand, looking flustered, and whispered, "Um... Aunt Bulma."

Bulma turned around at the sound, a puzzled look on her face: "What's wrong, Gohan?"

Son Gohan's face flushed red, and his eyes held a hint of expectation: "Can I live with them at your house?"

Bulma frowned slightly, her eyes full of concern: "But Gohan, you have your own home. Your mother is probably very worried about you right now."

Son Gohan lowered his head, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, his voice barely audible, "But... um... um... I forgot to do my homework. If Mom finds out, she'll definitely be angry."

Son Gohan secretly raised his eyes and looked at Bulma nervously, his eyes filled with expectation, hoping to get Bulma's permission.