Bulma Adventure 4 -yamamotodoujinshi- -

“Yamamoto,” she muttered. “Grandpa’s old research partner. The one who ‘vanished’ during the war.”

Bulma’s lip curled. “Fat. And grumpy. But he can still blow up a moon. Continue.”

“Woman, are you dying?”

The screaming mouth slowly closed.

“Oh, fantastic,” Bulma sighed, grabbing a compact capsule. “Nazi scientists with a ghost complex. My favorite.” Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-

The chip contained coordinates and a single scrambled line of text: “The Dragon’s third eye is not for wishing. It is for remembering.”

A low rumble shook the tower. From the central sphere, three figures stepped out. They weren't solid, more like wet oil paintings of memory. “Yamamoto,” she muttered

The second was a shadow-Piccolo, silent, weeping black tears, turning the air around it to cold, suffocating loneliness.