Multiverse Share: 36 Worlds at the Same Time

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"So let me get this straight… all that chaos earlier was caused by our senpai practicing—and then he just fixed it all himself?"

After hearing the full story from Master Roshi and the others, Krillin looked at Dragorr with even more admiration in his eyes.

"Big bro, that was amazing!"

Even young Goku was starry-eyed with awe. That kind of thing? No way he could ever pull it off himself.

"Eheheh…"

Krillin rubbed his hands together and grinned sheepishly at Dragorr. "Say, senpai… that move you used to freeze the ocean—could we learn that too?"

"Ah, that one? Afraid not," Dragorr said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "It's based on magic and other supernatural powers. Neither of you has the talent for that kind of thing."

Krillin and Goku instantly wilted, visibly disappointed.

"But hey," Dragorr added with a grin, "you can learn how to use Ki and Turtle School techniques from Master Roshi—like the wave attack I used to summon that massive tsunami!"

He wasn't done either. "Also, since you're both back, perfect timing! I've got a meditation method and a body-training technique I can teach you. If you stick with it, you'll get way stronger… and you might even be able to master instant transmission someday!"

Forget magic—it was clear to Dragorr that neither Krillin nor Goku had an affinity for it. Dragon Ball did have magic in its universe, but these two? Not their lane.

They were better suited for Ki-based training and physical exercise. Far more efficient.

"Oooh! That sounds awesome! Thanks, senpai!"

All traces of disappointment vanished as Goku and Krillin lit up with excitement.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Master Roshi noticed Launch standing quietly near Krillin and Goku. The blue-haired version, shy and elegant.

His eyes sparkled instantly.

"So this is the beauty you boys brought back, huh? Not bad, not bad at all! You've got good taste!"

"Ahem!"

Before anyone could stop him, Roshi had already swaggered over to Launch, grinning like a creep. "Miss, I'm the great martial arts master known as the Turtle Hermit—or you can call me Master Roshi. Care to take a stroll and chat about life?"

"Eh?"

Launch tilted her head, clearly confused. "Chat about life?"

"Hey, hey!"

Bulma couldn't take it anymore. She marched over, grabbed Launch, and pulled her aside, glaring daggers at Roshi.

"You perv! Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"

Then she spun around and scolded the boys.

"And you two! Where'd you even find her?! Do you have any shame?! Get her back where she belongs before you traumatize her!"

Krillin just stood there, stunned.

Goku scratched his head, totally confused. Why was this big sister so mad?

Just then, a breeze kicked up and sent a few strands of Bulma's hair fluttering. They brushed up against Launch's nose, tickling it.

"Aaah… achoo!" She sneezed.

And just like that, in front of everyone— the quiet blue-haired girl transformed into a wild, gun-toting blonde.

Her hair turned gold, her posture snapped upright, and her entire demeanor shifted from gentle to full-on gangster.

"Huh? Did I lose the cops? Where is this place anyway?"

Clearly, Blond Launch had no idea what her blue-haired self had been up to. Her fierce eyes scanned the crowd, suspicious of everyone.

She paused when her gaze landed on Dragorr, giving him a once-over.

"…Heh. Not bad," she muttered, eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary.

Then she locked eyes with Master Roshi—who was still ogling her like a cartoon wolf.

And just like that, she snapped.

With a furious shout, she somehow pulled out two submachine guns from who-knows-where and immediately let loose a hail of bullets in Roshi's direction.

"Die, you creepy old freak! What the hell are you looking at me like that for?! Die, you perv!!"

Master Roshi screamed as he dove for cover, bullets tearing up the ground around him.

"Waaah! Owww! What the heck is happening?! That hurts!"

Krillin had long since bolted, hiding behind Dragorr for safety.

"Yikes! That stings!"

Even Goku—who had been standing behind Roshi—got caught in the crossfire. Though the bullets didn't break his skin, they did sting and left red welts on his forehead.

Bulma stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, that same girl had been the picture of innocence—quiet, polite, maybe even a little shy. Now she looked like a wild outlaw, blasting away like she was born to it.

"…What the heck just happened?" she asked blankly, turning to Dragorr.

"She's got split personalities," Dragorr said casually, stretching his arms. "Judging by what we just saw, sneezing must be the trigger that swaps them."

He glanced at the rampaging Launch, still chasing Roshi with her guns blazing.

"Not only are her two personalities polar opposites, they seem to have no memory of each other's actions."

Bulma finally nodded in understanding. "Ohhh! So that's how it is. That's pretty crazy. But... are you sure we should just let it play out like this? What if someone gets hurt?"

"They'll be fine." Dragorr shook his head with a smile. "Whether it's Master Roshi or Goku, their bodies are built different. A couple of bullets from a submachine gun aren't going to do any real damage. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

"Honestly, that old man needs a reality check anyway."

The sea turtle nearby chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

"Phew, as long as nobody's gonna get hurt…" Bulma turned back toward Launch, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "You go, Launch! Teach that pervy old man a lesson!"

"Oh?" Launch paused for just a second and gave Bulma a strange look.

If she wasn't mistaken, that girl had been protecting her blue-haired self earlier, right?

Not bad. Might be worth befriending.

The next second, Launch picked up the pace. Her shooting got faster. Her chasing got wilder.

Master Roshi: "..."

Goku: "..."

"Seriously, Goku?" Krillin groaned. "Why are you still standing near Master Roshi? Move, you idiot!"

So, for the next ten minutes or so, everyone just kicked back and enjoyed the chaos. It wasn't until Master Roshi finally tapped out and begged for mercy that blonde Launch stopped.

She pointed her guns at him and yelled, "You give up, huh? Then go make us dinner, gramps! I'm starving! If I don't see food soon, you're getting another round of bullets!"

With that, she turned and strutted toward Dragorr and the others.

Seeing Master Roshi actually head off to start cooking, Dragorr quickly stepped in. "No need! I'll take care of dinner today. Let's all sit down and eat together."

He waved his hand—and boom! A huge round table appeared, piled high with all kinds of mouthwatering dishes.

It looked like a feast fit for royalty.

"Whoa!" Blonde Launch's eyes lit up. "Not bad, pretty boy! Was that a magic trick or something?"

Dragorr grinned as he motioned for everyone to sit. "Something like that. Just take a seat and dig in!"

As they started eating, Bulma looked curiously at Launch. "So... what did you do before this? Like, for a living?"

"What else? I'm a professional thief," Launch said casually, chomping on a massive meat leg. "Just robbed a bank before I got here!"

She glanced at Bulma, scanning her from head to toe. "Why? You interested in the trade? I could show you the ropes, y'know."

Bulma's smile twitched. "Aha... no thanks! I'm not short on money. My family kinda owns everything. We're basically the richest people in the world."

"The richest?" Blonde Launch's eyes sparkled like she'd just seen a walking treasure chest.

Bulma felt a chill down her spine.

But Launch quickly waved her hand dismissively. "Eh, you defended the other me earlier, so I owe you. Consider it a favor—I won't kidnap you."

"Wow, thanks," Bulma muttered with a nervous laugh.

She really wasn't your average crazy.

Still, with Dragorr around, she wasn't worried. After seeing him destroy an entire island with one strike and freeze an entire sea with a single move, Bulma had full confidence that no one could mess with him.

Sniff sniff...

Just then, a gust of wind blew across the table, carrying some pepper right under Launch's nose.

"Achoo!!"

With a loud sneeze, she instantly transformed back into the quiet, blue-haired version.

"Huh…?" Blue Launch blinked in confusion, staring at the giant frog leg in her hand. "What happened? Did I... forget something again?"

She looked around and noticed the way Master Roshi, Goku, and Krillin were all giving her nervous, slightly terrified looks.

Realizing something was off, she stood up and gave them all a deep, sincere bow.

"I'm so sorry! It seems I might've done something bad while I wasn't myself. Even if I don't remember, please accept my apology!"

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