Chapter 15 - Downfall of The Red Ribbon Army

"Finally! This stupid engine is fixed. So much oil leaked out that we had to get more and SOMEONE is a stupid hermit."

Bulma had short shorts and a tank top on her that she picked up from her house when getting supplies for the plane.

"That's the reason why you asked to borrow the spinning turtle Baby Gamera! You know I have a submarine that you could have borrowed oil from."

Roshi was currently twirling his stache while goggling Bulma like he was inspecting her.

That didn't last long as she hit him over the head making a huge shiny bump appear on his already shiny head.

Bulma's head magically got bigger as she berated Roshi.

"You could have told us that sooner instead of watching that yoga show you pervert!

"Well, the plane is working now. Did you forget that its only Goku that is going for those maniacs? If we don't hurry, no matter how strong he is, he will die!"

Chichi was having a mental breakdown worrying about Goku. She was pacing back and forth the entire time. She was stressing out because she was useless in the process of fixing the airplane.

When Bulma left to go get the oil, Krillin brought Yamcha over in his rowboat so that he could train under Master Roshi. Of course, like the loyal dog, sorry cat that Puar was, he also came with Yamcha. Chichi informed them of the situation and they instantly agreed to help out. Then instantly left to join Roshi in watching the Yoga show making Chichi question why her current life.

"I know Goku is strong but this is reckless even for him!"

Krillin was snacking on leftover popcorn that they made while trying to fit in the cramped airplane.

His face was getting smushed by a large sports bag that had a rough texture. He had an annoyed expression on his face as it was drilling into his bald head.

"Launch, why did you pack so much ammunition? Couldn't you like... do less?"

"Less?" Launch pointed the submachine gun from over the bag to the bald monks' forehead. "We are actually going to war with the largest army in the world and you want LESS? You aren't from the criminal world but they are in even the toughest criminals nightmare!"

"E-Even you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gun filled even deeper into his head making him sweat buckets onto the floor of the plane.

"I don't fear anyone. Got it, Baldy?"

Krillin turned pale white and slowly nodded his head as everyone on the plane simultaneously agreed in their head to not mess with Launch. Ever.

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"I REPEAT, A LITTLE KID ON A FLYING CLOUD IS SHOOTING LASERS AT US! WE NEED REINFORCEMENT!---"

The caller on the other side suddenly lost connection. The phone was on speaker in the middle of a room surrounded by people in uniform

One person couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing on top of his lungs. Once he did it, all the so-called tension in the room disappeared and everyone started laughing.

"Man, what is with his joke? Station 7 is getting worse and worse every year! I guess the absurdly of the joke made it funny.

"I know right? Seriously? A kid flying on a cloud shooting lasers? Who is going to believe that! Tom could make a better joke than that and his soul was already sucked in by his wife!"

"You got to admit though, them disconnecting at the end was pretty good. They would had have to smash the phone in order to disconnect like that. Sucks to be the one to report that to Commander Black."

Everyone sighed at the same time getting a good laugh at Station 7's antics.

All the guards in the room started to discuss what to prank to pull next until someone barged into a room looking frantic.

"We just spotted a little kid on a cloud coming towards us! Someone from Station 7 survived their annihilation and told us of this threat!"

Everyone looked at each other confused. Station 7 was really telling the truth? That's impossible, they have fully grown men with years of life ventured. How could a little kid end their life and career like they were worthless ants?

Before the main HQ's guards could process the information and get into their defensive positions, the entire base was rocketed by an explosion.

Everyone started to scramble around in their positions before another explosion occurred above them. The ceiling started to fall down on them burying them in rubble to be forgotten by everyone.

Above the HQ, Goku was just throwing ki ball after ki ball at the buildings that are in his sights. He was even doing a finger gun like a video game. Totally indifferent to the enemy's lives as he reaped one after another.

He learned how to do ki balls during the week that he was 'free' in Bulma's house. Waiting for the gravity chamber, he learned in the inner workings of the Kamehameha more and finally was able to learn how to manipulate ki independently without the need of a fixed structure like the Kamehameha.

Ki blast after ki blast, he finally reached the main building. After killing the waves of literally cannon fodder with each punch, he finally made it to a lobby.

Entering the elevator, he pressed the button that led him to the top floor. Listening to the elevator music, he started to really think about his Life as Goku so far.

As 13, only 3 more years before he turned 16. The age that he died when he was still Kris. And soon after that, he would live longer as Goku than he did as Kris.

Moving past his possible existential crisis, he finally arrived at the top floor. He felt sad that he was leaving the relaxing elevator music but there were more important things to do. Like pressing the bottom floor button to hear the relaxing music once more.

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After going up and down several times, he officially arrived on the top floor before a tall, muscular, black man. He had a vein popping out of his head as he squeezed out the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"You sure took your time, didn't you?

He looked like he was about to burst. In fact, if he held it any longer, he surely would have an aneurism.

"Yeah, you could say that my experience was elevating with every press of the button."

That was the final straw as Commander Black lunged at Goku with a killing intent that literally covered the entire world. If he didn't release his rage, he would die from overload.

However, all the bravado came to a stop as Goku put his fist through his chest. His fist came out the other side coated in a velvet liquid. He pulled back from the sticky situation and started to wipe the blood off his hand with Commander Black's suit. It's not like he was going to use it anymore.

He looked up and saw Commander Black's indignant face at the fate of himself and the organization that he basically built. It all ended with one pubescent child.

Leaving the man to his 'peaceful' and 'unregretful' life, Goku took out the machine from Commander Black's capsule inside his pocket. He took the rocket from it and when he got high enough, decimated the rest of the HQ.

Strangely enough, he never encountered a certain cyborg/android making scientist throughout his whole trip.

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Arriving near the base, the Dragon crew milled out of the plane and started up a plane. Bulma was the first to suggest an idea.

"I got a plan, ready? We use, Oolong as bait you know? Maybe they are in the mood for roasted pig-"

"Objection!"

After careful planning and coordination, the council of idiots officially came to an all-out brawl on how to handle the most powerful army on earth.

Soon enough, Puar spotted a flying cloud in the air as if clouds already didn't fly.

Everyone did the standard procedure...they tucked and rolled.

In the air, Goku questioned the sanity of the people before him.

"Hey, guys! It's me!"

Everyone stopped and looked up. They all felt like they were in a dream when Goku came back alive from the gauntlet.

Everyone was pestering him and congratulating him on the 'achievement' that he was done.

To shut them up, he poured out the Dragon Balls that he had on his pouch to the floor.

"Wow, so these are the Dragon Balls. They uh, look mystical?"

Yamcha and the rest picked up a Dragon Ball to inspect it. This was their first time seeing such a powerful object. Each Dragon Ball was taken with astute curiosity.

"As I said earlier, there are only 6 Dragon Balls? Bulma?"

"Yeah, this is strange, the Radar doesn't show it on screen. It probably means that the last one is eaten or something."

"Eaten? So what now? Do we need for nature to take its course?"

"Let nature take its course? Do we even need to summon the Dragon? What would everyone wish for?"

Right now, everyone's life was going well. No problem that an eternal dragon should fix.

"Well if its a problem that you are talking about...I would actually like a big-bre-"

All three girls in the party wacked Oolong over the head for the comment. When they saw Roshi also have a perverted face, they also beat him until his face was unrecognizable.

"SO NO ONE HAS ANY WISHES?"

"I would like to make a wish. It's about more information about my race."

Bulma studied Goku a bit before answering him.

"Fine. I know you are trustworthy. We might as well get the last one since we have the other 6. Its just...how would we find the last one?"

"W-Well I know someone who can track it for us..."

Bulma gave Roshi the face that makes him rethink any decision to talk to her at all.

"H-Her name is Fortuneteller Baba. She can divine the object that one seeks. She would be able to find the Dragon Ball no matter where it is."

"Fortune-telling? Will it work?"

Bulma was looking very skeptical. With her science nature, it was very hard to believe that fortune-telling magic actually existent. But a monkey kid that can grow to a 15 ft giant is possible so what isn't

"Of course it will work...she is my sister after all."