But Dragorr just smiled and nodded, "Actually, I do have a way. With the power of technology, something isn't impossible. My genetic technology is good enough."
"Huh? Seriously?" Master Roshi's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He pointed at himself, looking hopeful. "You think there's still a chance for me to 'evolve' my genes or whatever?"
If there was a way to keep getting stronger, who wouldn't want that?
"And hey... if you could make me look a few decades younger while you're at it... that'd be perfect!" He rubbed his hands together, trying to look innocent but failing miserably.
"Oh? Want me to throw in a full cosmetic makeover while I'm at it? Turn you into a handsome stud?" Dragorr gave him a sideways glance.
"You can do that?! Yes, I want—Wait, no! I mean, who needs plastic surgery? I was super handsome in my prime, okay? Everyone in the village said so!"
He paused, then added shamelessly, "...But if you insist on making me even better looking, I guess I wouldn't refuse, hehe."
Dragorr shut him down instantly. "Not happening. Give it up."
"C'mon, don't be like that! Didn't you want to learn the Kamehameha? I'll teach you right now! Just help me out here, please!" Master Roshi practically clung to Dragorr's leg, begging.
The turtle 🐢: "...This man is beyond saving. He's definitely not the same martial arts master I once respected."
His dignity shattered into pieces, carried away by the wind.
"Oh, come on," Bulma scoffed, arms crossed. "Wasn't this his vibe from the very beginning? Nothing new. I'm honestly not even surprised anymore."
"Alright, alright, enough," Dragorr sighed. "Stand up already. I need to take a closer look at your condition. To be honest, I don't know much about how that immortality drug works, so I can't promise anything."
He gave a friendly warning. The more miraculous something sounded, the more likely it came with irreversible side effects.
"Sure, go ahead! Do you need me to strip?" Master Roshi jumped up, oddly enthusiastic.
"Gross. Keep that up and I won't help you," Dragorr said, deadpan.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
"Okay, okay!" Master Roshi immediately straightened up, dropping the act.
"Just stand still." As he spoke, Dragorr activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, casting Omniscience dōjutsu to analyze Roshi on a cellular level.
It didn't take long to spot the problem: his cells were locked in a static state by some strange force. Basically, his life force had been frozen in time, leaving his cells in a fixed equilibrium.
That meant he still needed food, sleep, and rest like any normal person—he could still get sick or injured—but he wouldn't age any further.
"Hm... yeah, this is a tricky one," Dragorr muttered. "It'll probably take some time before I can figure out a way to reverse it. Though... if you could give me one of those immortality Elixirs, I might be able to analyze it and crack the code faster. Got any left?"
He turned toward Roshi.
Bulma's eyes sparkled as she leaned in too—there was really an actual immortality Elixir?!
Roshi, however, shook his head. "Nope. That stuff wasn't man-made. It was a natural treasure, and there were only three in existence. I got one, Crane Hermit got one, and my sister—the fortune teller—got the last one."
"If you want one... well, sorry to disappoint. There just aren't any more out there."
"No way? What a shame..."Bulma looked genuinely disappointed.
"Eh, it's fine," Dragorr chuckled. "I'm not really that interested in living forever, to be honest. And Bulma, if you're worried about your own lifespan—or your family's—you really don't need to be."
"I might not have his immortality Elixir, but I do have some life-extending Potions that can add 300 years easy."
"Plus, both the meditation techniques and body training I gave you can help evolve your physical life force. The stronger you get, the longer you'll live—it's that simple."
"So yeah, you don't need to stress over it for now."
"And hey, give me a few more years—I might actually figure out how to make something better than an immortality Elixir."
For Dragorr, lifespan wasn't the issue. His eyes were set on something far greater: getting stronger and going further.
"Wait, seriously?!" Bulma practically threw herself into his arms, stars in her eyes. "You've got a life-extending Potion just lying around? Give me one, quick!"
Dragorr laughed and flicked her forehead. "You're still a teenager. Way too early for that kind of stuff. If anything, give it to your parents first. You can take one after you're an adult—it's not going anywhere."
"Wait... will taking it stop me from growing up?" Bulma blinked, suddenly unsure.
If it did, she might want to hold off for a bit. She hadn't hit her beauty peak yet—still had plenty of glow-up potential.
"Hmm, maybe~" Dragorr teased her with a grin.
Not really, though. But it would slow down her physical growth. Makes sense, considering it extends the lifespan.
"Then I'll pass for now! But when I'm ready, make sure you save one for me, alright? Or at least remind me!"
"Got it," Dragorr chuckled and nodded.
"You really keep surprising me, kid. A drug that extends life by three hundred years? And you're saying you might even be able to mass-produce it?" Master Roshi said, jaw practically on the floor.
"Eh, who knows?" Dragorr shrugged. "But I'm not planning to spread it around. Honestly, I don't even want too many people knowing about it."
He turned to Master Roshi, his tone more serious. "So I'm counting on you to keep this between us. I trust you can handle that, right?"
"Of course! I'm the God of Martial Arts—Master Roshi! You can count on me!" he said, thumping his chest with a rare show of sincerity.
This wasn't the kind of thing to joke about.
"I won't say a word either!" the sea turtle chimed in, raising one flipper. "Besides, I've already got a long lifespan. Don't need that kind of thing."
Well, he was a turtle… and a talking one at that. Living for a thousand years? Probably not a problem.
"Master Roshi, let's get back to the Kamehameha and how to control Ki," Dragorr said. "Once I've got that down, I'll teach you a body-strengthening technique and a meditation method. With some luck, it might help enhance your physical and spiritual foundation."
"If it works, even if you can't undo the side effects of that immortality Elixir, you should still be able to improve your strength and potential."
"Oh, and when the time comes, I hope you'll pass this stuff on to Goku and Krillin, too."
Krillin might come off a little sly, but he was a good person at heart.
And someday, he'd represent Earth's human fighters.
Dragorr didn't mind lending him a hand—see how far he could go. It'd make for a good test case anyway.
"No problem! I'm actually kinda excited now," Roshi said with a rare, genuinely pleased smile. "And I gotta say, kid—you're really something."
There was a warmth in his tone. He truly meant it.
Without wasting time, he started demonstrating the Kamehameha.
"Watch carefully," he said, adopting a stance. "First, feel and gather the energy in every single one of your cells. Then, draw it all toward your palms… keep compressing it, …"
"Kaaa…meee…haaa…meeee…HAAAAAA!!"
Between his cupped hands, a glowing orb of energy formed, radiating with intense power. Dragorr could feel the concentrated energy swirling inside it.
With a thrust of his hands, a blazing beam of pure energy erupted from his palms, stretching out for miles and slamming straight into a nearby uninhabited island.
The blast smashed into a mountain over a hundred meters tall—obliterating it instantly.
Chunks of rock and dust exploded outward like fireworks.
By the time the smoke cleared, all that remained was a crescent-shaped crater where the mountain used to be.
Bulma's jaw dropped. "…That's what ki can do?!"
Using just raw life energy… a human being had just casually wiped out a whole mountain.
And the one who did it? An old man in a Hawaiian shirt.
She could hardly believe her eyes.
"So? You get it now?" Roshi exhaled deeply, looking over at Dragorr with a sly smile.
After all, Dragorr had grasped how to use ki almost instantly—and his energy output was ridiculous.
Now Roshi wanted to see if he could pick up the Kamehameha in just one go too.
Back in the day, it had taken him years to master it.
"Hmm… yeah, I think I got the gist of it," Dragorr nodded. "Once you understand the concept, as long as you've got good control over your ki and enough energy to work with, pulling off an attack like that isn't too hard."
As he spoke, he raised a finger.
A small orb of light—about the size of a ping-pong ball—began to form at his fingertip, rapidly expanding.