Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 385 Searching for Dragon Ball
Goku got into position, his feet firmly planted in a horse stance, his hands gathered at his waist in a flower shape, and shouted, "Kamehameha!"

With a childish shout, a dazzling blue energy wave shot out from his palm!
The sea surface was split into two walls of water by the shockwave, with a power so great that it would shock the entire universe!

This seemingly insignificant move inexplicably deals extremely high damage, far exceeding the power of a ninjutsu like the Rasengan.

Fang Yu quickly followed suit, striking the same pose and shouting, "Goblin-style!"

"achievement!"

The move name is correct.

But they couldn't even produce a spark.

This is no different from elementary school students imitating the Kamehameha.

He stubbornly tried again and again, his face turning red from holding it in, but he only managed to let out a weak fart.

"Hahaha!" Master Roshi appeared on the beach, leaning on his cane. "Young man, it's impossible to achieve this without fifty years of training."

"What about him?" Fang Yu asked anxiously, pointing to the little Wukong splashing around in the sea.

Wukong splashed out of the waves, his wet tail still wrapped around a struggling flounder.

Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses: "Do people grow tails?"

Fang Yu stared at the swaying monkey tail with his mouth agape, utterly speechless at this overwhelming attack.

"Wait a minute!" He suddenly thought of Krillin's face. "Krillin can also use the Kamehameha! How can he do it?"

Master Roshi thought for a moment, "Exceptionally gifted, different from others."

This statement actually confirms a common problem in the multiverse.

That means their basic skills are not very good.

Master Roshi coughed lightly, "You need to start by learning to feel your own ki. You can't become fat in one bite."

Fang Yu found it both helpless and laughable. After all, he wasn't a character from a comedic world where others could just throw a finger at him; he had to diligently practice his skills.
wrong!

Since this world is called Dragon Ball
Why not just use the Dragon Balls to make a wish?

"I've made up my mind, teacher. I'm going back to my hometown first!" Fang Yu said, leaning close to Master Roshi's ear. "I'll get you some Russian Big Beta magazines."

Master Roshi coughed up two liters of blood from his nose. "Go! Go now!"

"okay!"

After saying goodbye to Master Roshi and Goku, Fang Yu headed straight for the city.

To find the Dragon Balls, you first need to obtain an important item—the Dragon Radar.

Otherwise, they'll just wander around aimlessly.

Currently, only Bulma possesses the Dragon Radar, and finding Bulma is simple—just head straight to the home of the world's richest man; it's easier than finding anyone else.

Fang Yu stood in front of the Capsule Company's gate, gazing at the technologically advanced building, and thought to himself, "Gag comics are truly invincible. The operation of throwing a capsule to create a luxurious villa is completely illogical. If technology has developed to this extent, even Saiyans could be blasted into the world of anime with a single shot."

Fang Yu straightened his clothes and pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, Bulma's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Fang Yu, Master Roshi's apprentice." Fang Yu tried his best to make his voice sound friendly and sincere.

"Huh? Master Roshi is looking for me?"

Fang Yu thought for a moment, then said, "Hmm."

A short while later, the door opened. Bulma stood in the doorway, holding a drink, and looked Fang Yu up and down: "What does that lecherous old man want with me?"

Fang Yu flashed a bright smile: "Miss Bulma, actually I'm here to see you. I heard you have a Dragon Radar, could I borrow it for a moment? I need it urgently."

Bulma raised an eyebrow, her tone indifferent: "Dragon Ball Radar? Sorry, the Dragon Ball Radar is destroyed."

Fang Yu was stunned, never expecting such an answer: "They're all destroyed?"

Bulma shrugged: "The previous adventure destroyed the Dragon Radar, but I'm planning to rebuild it."

Fang Yu's eyes lit up: "That's great! Can you make one for me? I can pay you!"

Bulma shook her head firmly, "No, that's a different matter. I don't want to give it to you."

Fang Yu never imagined he would be rejected; after all, aren't characters in comedy comics supposed to be easy to talk to?
Bulma glanced at him and sighed, "Because I also need the Dragon Balls. I want to wish for a perfect husband. If you take the radar and start collecting the Dragon Balls, then we'll be rivals."

Fang Yu was speechless, never expecting Bulma's reason to be like this.

"Don't you already have Yamcha?"

Bulma was instantly furious. "Don't even mention that guy! He's surrounded by a bunch of women now! There's no room for me! Damn it!"

"Forehead"

Fang Yu tried to persuade Bulma: "You're so beautiful and smart, are you afraid you won't find a good husband? Besides, you can collect more Dragon Balls. Lend them to me for a bit, and I promise I'll find you new ones as soon as I'm done!"

Bulma snorted, "Don't give me that! You men are all the same, all talk and no action. I've made up my mind, this time I'm going to use the Dragon Balls to wish for the perfect boyfriend! He has to be good to me alone!"

Fang Yu really wanted to yell at Bulma to her face, asking why she was so sexually repressed. Making such a wish with the Dragon Balls was just unbelievable.

However, considering that the last time Shenron fulfilled a wish was when Oolong used the Dragon Ball to wish for a pair of underwear, it's true that you can't think about comedic characters using conventional thinking.

Otherwise, the Dragon Balls have been on this planet for so many years, and if everyone were "sane," the world would probably have been destroyed long ago. How could Bulma, a twelve-year-old girl, be out there every day with a radar looking for the Dragon Balls?

Fang Yu pondered for a while, and seeing that Bulma was about to close the door, he quickly used his hand to block the door crack. "How about this, I, I'll be your boyfriend?"

Bulma paused for a moment after hearing this.

She looked Fang Yu up and down very carefully, her gaze sweeping from his slightly messy hair to his sand-covered trouser legs, and finally settling on his anxious face.

Bulma pouted, then suddenly stood on tiptoe to measure the height difference between the two of them, shaking her head in disdain: "No, no, you're too tall! My ideal man has to be half a head shorter than me! That way, when I wear high heels, he can just lean on my shoulder."

Fang Yu froze on the spot, almost choking on his own breath by this absurd reason!
"What kind of reason is that?!"

Fang Yu was finally convinced; he now understood why Bulma had chosen Vegeta, who was 164cm tall, as her husband.

Is it just so you can lean on someone's shoulder?
“Speaking of which,” Bulma suddenly blushed, “you’re not incapable! How about you use the Dragon Balls to wish for me to be 20 centimeters shorter, or… to become taller?”

Fang Yu's lips twitched. "Screw you! Goodbye!"

"Hey!? Don't go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu vanished in a flash.

Bulma shook her head. "What a strange person."

Saying goodbye to Bulma, Fang Yu of Dragon Ball gritted his teeth.

"I can't coerce or bribe the main characters, but can't I just use my fists to take it from you villains?"

"The Red Ribbon Army will pay!"

(End of this chapter)