Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 188 Resurrecting the Namekians

Bulma frowned: "Satan?"

"I think I vaguely remember him. Isn't he the guy who won the fighting championship by cheating?"

"Yes, that's him."

Bulma's expression turned strange.

"So, Majin Buu is now following Satan?"

What are they doing?

Is Satan going to use Majin Buu?

Wukong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be exploitation."

But he seems to be feeding and treating Majin Buu well, only advising him not to kill anyone—”

Upon hearing this result, Bulma didn't know whether to find it absurd or laughable.

She slowly pieced together the situation and concluded, "So, the current situation is that a monster that no one can defeat has been fooled by a conman, and he's temporarily stopped killing people. However, we don't know how long he can keep this up, and you guys have no way to deal with Majin Buu?"

Goku nodded: "Yeah, as expected of Bulma, that's exactly the situation!"

Bulma lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Wukong didn't say anything either.

Bulma always thinks faster than others and her plans are more reliable than others.

Even when Sun Mo was alive, he mostly listened to Bulma; she was essentially the group's external brain.

A moment later, Bulma lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then stood up.

"Go and train. Although there's little hope of defeating him, being stronger is always beneficial."

Wukong frowned and said, "But what if he starts killing people again?"

What if that Satan can't appease him?

Bulma turned around and looked at him: "We'll see when the time comes!"

"We need to prepare on two fronts now. I can't just sit idly by. You go train, I'm going to Cyril to find the Dragon Balls."

"Cyril Planet?" Wukong was taken aback and asked, "Are you going there by yourself?"

Bulma nodded and said, "Sun Mo contacted me again through King Kai. He said that the Cyrillians were once wiped out by the Saiyans."

Taking any one of your Saiyans along might not be safe.

But I should be able to go to Cyril on my own without any problems, since Frieza is dead and there's no one ruling the universe anymore.

Sun Mo also shared a lot of information: there was only one Namekian, one Cyrillic, and the Hugos who had bought the planet and lived there for a long time. However, they were all very friendly and did not have particularly high combat power.

If you collect both Dragon Balls, you can revive the Namekian elder, Muri.

If Elder Muri is resurrected, he can resurrect the dragon Poronga; if Poronga is resurrected, he can resurrect the other Namekians.

Sun Mo said this might be the only chance he and everyone else could be brought back to life.

Wukong asked, "Should I go with you?"

"No need. You'll only cause me trouble if you go. You should stay on Earth and cultivate!"

If that monster starts killing people again, you have to stop it. Be careful too, just don't die.

"I can handle finding the Dragon Balls by myself."

"But!" Wukong was still a little worried.

Bulma interrupted him, saying, "Son Goku, stop being so long-winded. Who do you think I am?"

Wukong was taken aback.

Bulma retorted, "Don't forget, I'm Bulma. Even though I'm old, I'm still so beautiful and have such a great figure—"

At this point, Bulma blushed slightly. "But I've never been a delicate little girl; I'm a genius scientist!"

Looking at her, Wukong suddenly realized that although she was very narcissistic, what she said made a lot of sense.

"Bulma, you're right. I believe you can definitely collect all the Dragon Balls!"

Bulma chuckled and said, "Hmph, that's for sure."

"If it weren't for me, you martial arts fanatics would have destroyed the Earth long ago."

Wukong scratched his head and laughed as he listened to her boasting again.

"That's settled then. I'm going to cultivate now. Goodbye."

Bulma waved and said, "Let's go!"

Wukong placed two fingers between his eyebrows and instantly teleported away.

Bulma took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the living room.

"Sun Zhuo, come downstairs, let's go find the Dragon Balls with Mom!"

Sun Zhuo came running down the street, excitedly saying, "Great! Mom, we can finally collect the Dragon Balls to revive Dad! You know, it's so boring without Dad to play with me, I can't wait any longer!"

Bulma patted Sun Zhuo's head and smiled, "Dad is very busy too."

"After Daddy comes back to life, Mommy will give you a little brother or sister, okay?"

"No!" Sun Zhuo refused bluntly.

Bulma asked curiously, "Why?"

As Sun Zhuo packed his things, he said, "Mom, although I also want a younger brother or sister to play with me, I don't want you to suffer anymore."

Bulma smiled slightly and said, "It's alright, it's what a mother should do—"

Sun Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Mom, I have a good idea."

"What's a good idea?"

"Why not let someone else give birth for you?"

Bulma immediately punched Sun Zhuo, and a big bump swelled up on her head.

Bulma bared her teeth and brandished her claws, saying, "You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Sun Zhuo covered the large bump on his head, tears streaming down his face, feeling wronged.

"Why is Mommy suddenly so fierce? It hurts so much, waaaaah!"

After all preparations were complete, Bulma piloted the spaceship and left Earth with Son Taku.

More than half a month has passed.

Cyril.

Bulma jumped out of the spaceship, took out the radar, and laughed, "Great! There's a Dragon Ball reaction! Zhuozhuo, help Mommy find it!!"

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"Alright, watch me!"

Sun Zhuo took the radar and flew straight towards the nearest Dragon Ball.

Bulma, standing on the land of Cyril, said, "This planet doesn't even look as good as Earth—"

The occasional chirping of birds and cicadas in the air created a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Bulma waited for a long time, but Sun Zhuo did not return, so she turned around and walked towards the spaceship.

Just then, Sun Zhuo's voice came from afar.

"Mommy, Mommy, I found it—this Dragon Ball is so small!"

Sun Taku flew over quickly and handed the Dragon Ball to Bulma.

"This, this is the Dragon Ball from Cyril? It's so small—"

Sun Zhuo chimed in, "Yeah, with so few Dragon Balls, and you only need two to use it, I really doubt whether this thing can even revive!"

"Let's collect them first—"

Bulma took the radar, pressed a few buttons, and said, "The radar shows the second one is over there, let's go together!"

Sun Zhuo asked, "Mom, are you scared being here all alone?"

Bulma put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm not afraid at all—I'm just worried you'll run around."

After saying that, Bulma stuffed the Dragon Ball into her backpack.

"Let's go."

The mountain isn't high, but the road is difficult to travel.

Sun Zhuo skipped and hopped ahead, leading the way, with Bulma following behind.

After walking for a while, the two finally reached the top of the mountain.

"Mom, I sensed a presence, but it's very weak. If it's an enemy, I can definitely handle it."

Hearing Sun Zhuo say that his breathing was very weak, Bulma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't talk nonsense. We're not here to fight. Be polite!"

"OK!"

Bulma continued, "If he doesn't cooperate, we'll find a way to resolve it by force. Anyway, we absolutely need the Dragon Balls—"

Sun Zhuo nodded: "Mom, you're right—"

Bulma nodded and said, "Learn from this. This is called 'courtesy before force'."

A moment later, the two arrived at the top of the mountain, where a Namekian appeared before them.

He was very old, with deep wrinkles on his face, and wore a tattered cloak.

The old Namekian's pupils contracted, and he asked nervously, "You're not Hughes, who are you?"

Bulma stepped forward, trying to appear friendly, and said, "Hello, my name is Bulma, this is my daughter Son Taku, we are looking for the Dragon Balls."

The old Namekian was taken aback.

"Dragon Ball?"

How do you know about Dragon Ball?

Bulma took the second planet from her backpack and said, "We've already found one, and the radar shows the second one is near your house."

I bet that Dragon Ball is in your hands —

The old Namekian stared in disbelief at the Dragon Balls and radar in her hands.

Bulma immediately explained, "Don't worry, we are good people. The person I'm going to resurrect is your fellow Namekian!"

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The old man's body jolted.

"What?"

"Resurrect my own kind?"

Bulma said, "It's a bit complicated. Please come inside and sit down, and I'll explain it to you in detail—"

The old Namekian nodded and said, "Okay, okay, please come in—"

By the way, my name is Monette, and I'm the only Namekian on this planet—"

Bulma recounted how the New Namekians had been wiped out by the Saiyan Broly, which deeply shocked Monet.

Fortunately, he could sense that Bulma meant no harm, and since she was with an innocent child, he quickly believed her and gave the Dragon Ball to Bulma.

Soon, Monet recited the incantation and summoned the dragon of Cyril.

This dragon is very small.

It is much smaller than Shenron on Earth, and much smaller than Polunga on Namek.

"What is your wish? I will try my best to fulfill it for you, but only one."

Bulma asked, "Can you bring the dead back to life?"

The dragon nodded: "That's possible, but my power is limited; I can only revive one person."

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief.

"One is enough. Please help me resurrect the Namekian elder, Muri. Can you do that?"

"I'll give it a try!"

The dragon's eyes flashed with blue light. After a moment, the dragon said, "That's enough. Elder Muli has been resurrected. Goodbye if there's nothing else!"

"Really? Where is he?"

Shenron said, "Of course it's Namek. Moving him here is another wish, and I'm sorry I can't help with that—"

Now that Elder Muri has been revived, the Namekian Dragon Balls can be used, and Bulma immediately became excited.

"Alright, you can leave now!"

The dragon entered the golden light, and the two dragon balls split up and flew away in two different directions.

Bulma looked at Monette and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Monette!"

We still have important people to revive, and we're heading to Namek now. Until we meet again—

Monet nodded: "You're welcome, until we meet again—"

Suddenly, Sun Zhuo pointed at the radar and said, "Mom, look, the Dragon Ball radar is still responding—"

"What?"

Bulma looked at the Dragon Radar and asked in astonishment, "That's strange, why haven't the Dragon Balls lost their magic?"

Monet said, "Once you run out of the Dragon Balls from Cyril, you don't need to wait a year; you can collect them all and use them again!"

Bulma's eyes lit up.

"Sun Zhuo, take the radar and help Mom find the two Dragon Balls again—"

Sun Zhuo immediately said, "Mom, I want to eat ice cream."

Bulma's face darkened.

"Don't force me to hit you when I'm happiest, go find someone else!"

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