Dragon Ball Roshi

Taro's eyes chilled as he silently scanned his surroundings.

This place… seems to be the forest where he obtained the last Dragon Ball.

A faint, mixed scent of grass and soil permeated the dense forest, and in the shadows, he could hear the faint sounds of insects, birds, and wild animals moving. Gentle sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting Taro in mottled light and shadow.

Illusion?

Or perhaps… a mental illusion?

Taro, with a blank expression, slowly rose into the air. He intended to see what tricks this illusion, woven with magic, could play.

Swish

He burst out of the dense woods and quickly flew into the blue sky, beneath the white clouds.

He carefully recalled the direction and flew towards Sayuan City, where the Muken dojo was located. His strength had improved drastically since the day he left Earth, now vastly different from when he first departed. His speed was so incredible, it was almost unbelievable. In the blink of an eye, he reached the outskirts of Sayuan City…

The mountain range was gone.

The mountain was intact.

There was no dojo at the base of the mountain.

"..." Taro hovered mid-air, expressionless, looking down at the perfectly intact forest below. After a moment, he turned around again. "Boom" white Ki flames engulfed him.

"Snap!"

The white trail shot off in an instant, disappearing into the horizon.

He raced toward Korin Tower, tearing through the air wrapped in white Ki flames. His speed was like a wild dragon, sweeping everything in its path. The dense forests collapsed, mountains were shattered, and the sea's surface was disturbed, causing massive waves as the enormous airflow passed by…

But suddenly, Taro's speed dropped sharply. The towering sea waves swallowed him whole. His body wavered in mid-air, and with a "splash," he slanted and fell into the ocean.

A broken piece of wood drifted from who-knows-where. Taro grabbed its edge and, using what little buoyancy he had, lay there for a while before finally gathering the strength to swim.

After an unknown number of days and nights drifting on the sea, Taro finally reached the shore. Exhausted, he pushed the broken wood aside and struggled to crawl onto the land. Breathing heavily, he instinctively reached for a Senzu bean, only to find nothing.

After a moment of confusion, Taro began walking towards the dense forest on the shore.

The forest was dark, and the distant sounds of wild beasts roaring echoed from deep within.

Having narrowly survived numerous trials, Taro finally arrived at the base of a towering pillar that reached into the clouds, its peak unseen. Beneath Korin Tower, there was only an empty tent. Without thinking too much, Taro began to climb the high tower.

Climbing and climbing, climbing and climbing...

He climbed until the starry night descended, the full moon rose, and then the first rays of morning light appeared. Taro, already exhausted, felt his limbs go numb, nearly falling several times. When his consciousness was about to fade, he finally reached the top of the tower.

Exhausted, Taro used the last of his strength to climb to the palace atop the tower. Inside, he found it empty, save for a pointed pedestal in the center where a kettle-like container floated.

The Sacred Water hovered before him as if it had a mind of its own.

Taro reached out to grab it, but the Sacred Water seemed to dodge with intent.

He tried again, leaping to embrace it, but once more, the water easily evaded him…

Taro spent three whole years on Korin Tower before finally managing to touch the vessel of the Super Sacred Water.

Smiling, he grasped the kettle and gave it a slap—

Snap!…

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…" The image of a seductive woman performing aerobics on the television flickered and blurred as Master Roshi, annoyed beyond measure, repeatedly slapped the side of the TV set.

"Grandpa! I'm here!!"

A thunderous voice rang in Roshi's ears, nearly giving him a heart attack. His sunglasses slid down as he looked at the little creature with a long tail that had somehow appeared in his house. Roshi opened his mouth, stammering, "Who… who are you…?"

"Me? Grandpa, don't you recognize me?"

The little creature, confused, suddenly grew taller, quickly transforming into a tall, handsome young man, holding a child that resembled him. A four-star Dragon Ball was embedded in the child's cap.

"Goku?" Roshi muttered.

"Master Roshi, I have to go now. For the future of Earth, I must stop Cell." Son Goku, with golden hair and inverted posture, green eyes and blue pupils, wore a martial arts uniform based on the Turtle School style, with a large "悟" character on his back. He left with a single glance, flying off into the sky.

Master Roshi, leaning on his cane, walked out of the house. He gazed at his departing student, looked down at his own frail hands… so weak.

Taro stood on the beach of the island, observing the old bald man lost in thought under the coconut trees by his door. His expression was indifferent. Suddenly, an old man crawled out from the sea in front of him. His face bore traces Taro recognized.

"Master... why did you abandon me…" The elderly man in the sea cried out, his voice filled with grief. "In your heart… is it only Son Goku…?"

Old Master Roshi stood silent, staring at the floating, corpse-like figure of Aragon in the water. A look of fear even flickered in his eyes.

From behind Aragon's floating body in the sea, it seemed as though someone else was about to crawl out of the water.

At that moment, Taro walked up behind Master Roshi, tapping the back of his shell. When Master Roshi turned, Taro suddenly threw a punch, smashing his head into a pulp—

The force of his punch was so intense that it swept the sea water hundreds of meters in front of Master Roshi into the sky. Under that one blow, the sea surface parted, creating a clear path.

"Boring."

Taro walked past the decapitated body of Master Roshi, whose headless form slowly collapsed. He stepped toward the path that had formed in the sea. But suddenly, his ankle was grabbed by a hand. Taro looked down and behind him. The body of the headless Master Roshi was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was an elderly Fanfan with tears in her eyes. Her dry, trembling lips seemed unable to express the thousand words she wished to say.

"A mental loophole? Or perhaps… a concern weighing on your heart?"

Taro's expression, as unwavering as steel, softened slightly. He sighed and looked at the frail Fanfan kneeling on the ground. Calmly, he spoke: "I can kill another version of myself without hesitation. I know you're not the real one, but…"

"Must you let go again? Taro…" The aged Fanfan clung to his pants with her withered hands, tears streaming down her face. "Please don't leave."

"I never wanted to leave. I never refused to walk through life with you, but..." Taro shook his head. "But time cannot be turned back. I am not a saint, how could I possibly see all the causes and effects of the world? Right and wrong, I am powerless to change."

After a long silence, everything around them had long disappeared.

The waves crashed against the beach, erasing any traces.

Is he a heartless person? Then why did he unite with Fanfan?

Is he a sentimental person? Then why did he distance himself from her?

Perhaps he was just an ordinary person.

At first, he feared no one would take care of Fanfan and felt indebted to his teacher, so he joined with her, willing to care for her for life and ensure her safety. Later, seeing his wife growing more and more despondent, and troubled by their stark physical differences, he felt compassion. When his wife suggested it, he silently accepted and quietly left.

A long sigh sounded from the sea, and everything faded into nothingness.

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Taro calmly climbed the stone steps to the high platform.

On his shoulder, the seven colorful feathered birds pecked at each other without a care.

The Holy Mage stood on the high platform and said: "I remember the time I spent learning magic with my teacher… I was so immersed in this barrier for three days and nights that I nearly fell into it completely."

"Boring" Taro commented.

"Heh..." The Holy Mage gave a bitter smile, sighing lightly. "Don't blame me for being rude. This is a tradition left by my teacher, and I don't wish to defy it."

Taro remained silent and asked: "Can you teach me now? The method to enhance spiritual power?"

"Of course."

The Holy Mage nodded. He extended a finger and pointed at Taro. "This is the meditation technique passed down through our lineage for generations, and it's the foundation of learning magic…"

In an instant, a rush of mental energy filled with various symbols and gestures flooded into Taro's mind.

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