The Dragon's Call

The first rays of morning sun broke through the misty sky, bathing the peaceful landscape in a warm golden light. A soft chirping melody roused Zayn from his sleep, the birds seemingly heralding the arrival of a new day. Turning to face the dawn, Zayn allowed his sleepy eyes to soak in the serene view from his house capsule, a feeling of calm contentment settling within him.

Gradually rising from his cloud bed, he stretched his limbs, the events from the previous day cascading back into his consciousness.

After freshening up, he decided to sample another food capsule. As he activated it, an assortment of breakfast items sprung forth. Each bite was a delight; satiating his hunger as though it was freshly cooked.

Finishing his breakfast, he felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of another day of adventure. He summoned Nimbus, who immediately perked up in response. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Nimbus, bring forth the Dragon Ball radar." The cloud faithfully presented the radar, its soft puffs morphing into a stable platform that held the device.

Zayn activated the radar, watching as the screen lit up with blips indicating the locations of the remaining Dragon Balls. His eyes twinkled with determination and anticipation. Today, he decided, he would collect at least two more Dragon Balls.

Zayn settled comfortably into the Nimbus, the magic cloud effortlessly reshaping itself beneath him into a soft, inviting platform. It was as if the cloud itself was an artisan, crafting a divan from its ethereal substance. As Zayn sank into the pillowy softness, he felt like he was settling into a plush, comfortable sofa, providing a sense of home in the vast, endless sky.

As the Nimbus ascended, it sculpted a shield out of its own substance. It was an elegant, transparent barrier that seamlessly rose from the cloud's surface, enveloping Zayn in a protective bubble. This windshield, as ethereal and gossamer as the rest of the Nimbus, proved to be surprisingly robust, defending him from the gusts of wind that swept the vast blue expanse.

Despite what he felt was an incredible speed at which the Nimbus moved, Zayn remained perfectly still, comfortably nestled within the cloud's self-forged haven. The wind roared past him; its voice muted by the protective cloud barrier. But he could still feel the thrill, the exhilaration, the freedom of soaring through the air, all from the comfort of his Nimbus-made sanctuary.

However this was not the end, Zayn was a man in possession of the original Colossal Nimbus, an untamed whirlwind, capable of traversing continents in mere moments, yet Zayn refrained from exploiting this mighty speed. He conducted his Dragon Ball search at a relaxed pace, unswayed by the immense power he held.

Zayn and the Nimbus were wanderers, choosing the richness of experience over mere speed. Adventure was their wine, and they relished every sip, every breath of this grand expedition.

As Zayn passed the towering, snow-capped mountain range, he remained comfortably warm and cozy inside his Nimbus cloud. It acted as a shield, protecting him from the biting cold outside. With a slight nod from Zayn, a portion of the Nimbus detached itself, resembling a small, nimble wisp, and darted towards the icy peaks below, off on the task to fetch the Dragon Ball.

"Nimbus, it's time to put your retrieval skills to the test again," he told the cloud, pointing towards the snowy peaks. With an assuring puff, the parted Nimbus commenced its descent, leaving Zayn to marvel at the striking vista from his lofty perch.

The mini Nimbus cloud returned moments later, bearing another Dragon Ball, the frosty chill of the mountain peak still clinging to it. Zayn thanked Nimbus for its unwavering assistance, carefully storing the orb before resuming their journey.

The next Dragon Ball was nestled amidst a labyrinth of lush greenery, its presence hidden deep within an ancient forest. Again, Nimbus demonstrated its impressive ability to fetch the orb, leaving Zayn in awe of his cloud companion's versatility.

As the day drew to a close, Zayn found himself in possession of five Dragon Balls. A sense of satisfaction washed over him; he was now more than halfway to summoning Shenron. But as he looked at the orbs nestled securely within Nimbus, he couldn't help but wonder what Zalama would have to say.

His meeting with Zalama had cast a shadow on his evening, leaving behind an unsettling impression.

Tentatively, he reached out to one of the Dragon Balls, its orange surface warm beneath his fingers. "Zalama," he murmured in a half-joking tone, "Can you hear me?"

The ensuing silence was profound, Zayn's heart thumping in comic anticipation, half-expecting the Dragon Ball's creator to respond. The orbs, however, remained inert, concealing the tremendous power they held within. A brief flutter of disappointment passed through him, quickly swept away by a wave of relief and mild humor. After all, the last thing he needed was another surprise visit from Zalama. With a chuckle to himself, Zayn returned his focus to the remaining journey.

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With the advent of night, Zayn decided to rest, setting up his luxarious capsule house amidst the tranquil forest. As he settled down, he marveled at the sights and sounds of the nocturnal forest, the melodic whispers of the wind rustling the leaves, the occasional hoot of an owl echoing through the trees.

Zayn lay in his cloud bed, his gaze fixed on the transparent ceiling of his house, the starlit sky offering an awe-inspiring panorama. Lost in thought, Zayn wondered what he would wish for once he summoned Shenron. Ideas flitted across his mind, each one more fantastical than the last. Yet, it was the introspective musings about his own origins, the nature of his existence, and the fabric of reality that truly held his mind in its grasp.

As he slowly drifted to sleep, Zayn was filled with anticipation for the days ahead.

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The next morning, Zayn woke up early, eager to start his day. He breakfasted on another food capsule, packed up his house capsule, and hopped onto Nimbus. With the Dragon Ball radar in hand, they set off once again.

Each day brought fresh excitement, new lands to explore, and novel experiences to enjoy. Every night, Zayn would gaze at the starlit sky, the silent orbs his only companions in this vast universe, a testament to his journey in this foreign world.

With each Dragon Ball collected, Zayn felt a surge of excitement, a tantalizing promise of the wish he was about to make.

Yet, right this moment, as he held the final Dragon Ball, a sense of sense of accomplishment filled his.

As he prepared to summon Shenron, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. For the journey, the experience, and most importantly, the opportunity to witness the beauty of Dragon Ball's universe.

Now, it was time to test the limits of this adventure. He decided to cast his wish, to see if he could possibly return to his former world. If unsuccessful, he was determined to at least unravel the mysteries of his existence and the circumstances of his transmigration. The answer, he hoped, lay just a wish away.

"Hey, Nimbus," Zayn gently called, patting the fluffy cloud affectionately. "Let's get out the rest of the Dragon Balls, alright?"

As if in response to his voice, the Nimbus shuddered slightly, extending tendrils of cloud matter that carefully retrieved the rest of the orbs, floating them down to rest beside the others on the floor. Each one was a radiant jewel, shimmering with latent power and memories of the adventure that had led to their gathering.

Casting a sidelong glance at Nimbus, Zayn felt a twinge of melancholy tug at his heartstrings. It was a subtle sensation, but it somehow resonated through him. His voice was even as he spoke, giving away little of the emotions bubbling under his cool exterior.

"It's been quite the journey, Nimbus," he stated, his words carefully controlled. The unspoken sentiment lingered in the air - a farewell, perhaps, but one veiled in the guise of casual observation.

With the seven Dragon Balls laid out in front of him, Zayn took a deep breath.

"Eternal Shenron, by your name, I summon you forth!" he commanded, the solemnity of the moment wrapping around him like a cloak.

As his words echoed into the silence, the heavens above seemed to respond.

As Zayn's summoning words echoed into the still air, the Dragon Balls began to glow, their light punctuating the darkened sky. The expected silhouette of Shenron didn't materialize. Instead, the Dragon Balls rose in a circle, surrounding Zayn ominously. A sudden surge of alarm coursed through him.

Instinctively, the Nimbus responded to Zayn's surprise. It rapidly expanded, its misty form coiling around Zayn in a protective embrace. A crackling current of energy, similar to a thunderstorm's volatile dance, sparked and arched between the hovering Dragon Balls.

Instead of the mighty Shenron answering the summon, reality seemed to warp around Zayn himself. The ground beneath him disappeared and a nauseating sensation of being pulled took over. As quickly as it had begun, it ceased, leaving him suspended in a realm of golden fog and limitless expanses.

Zayn found himself floating in this otherworldly plane, shrouded in golden mist. He was no longer in the world he had come to know, but in a realm that seemed to have no end, a reality far removed from his own.

As Zayn finds himself in this otherworldly realm, a golden fog swirling about him, he is suddenly faced with an approaching force. An army of humanoid forms, their bodies shimmering with a golden glow and draconic features prominent, fly towards him in a unified formation. Behind them, dragons of breathtaking size and beauty, their bodies imbued with the same golden hue and traces of emerald, draw nearer. In the distant expanse of this ethereal realm, an enormous entity roars with an echoing cry that resounds across existence. It winds around the cosmos, its voice seeming to herald a grand revelation.

They land before Zayn, a sight overwhelming in its magnitude. One after the other, the humanoid forms kneel, followed by the prostrations of the gigantic dragons. Their heads touch the ground in a silent show of deference, their necks bent in reverence, avoiding the inconvenience of making him crane his neck to look up to them, they wouldn't dare inconvenience him to do so.

Zayn then watches as the colossal entity - Super Shenron, a dragon known to swallow galaxies whole - approaches. An entity so colossal it wraps itself around the universe, its golden form shimmering in the ether, comes to a halt before him. Its eyes, resonating with ancient wisdom and omnipotent authority, meet Zayn's, before flashing red.

As all beings before him ready themselves, Zayn senses the approach of a significant moment.

Then, a resounding chant fills the space, a voice that resonates through the cosmos, Super Shenron begins to chant, speaking on behalf of the multitude of beings prostrated in homage and reverence before their potential new sovereign.

{"Thou Stranger from a realm unknown; You stand amidst the celestial glow, a beacon of uncharted paths; You are the Voyager of Realms, who wields the essence of diverse worlds; Your humble servant prays for your guiding light; I beseech thee to accept our homage; I implore thee to reveal the gateways to your mysteries."}

In the next breath, the Dragon's voice continues to echo in the celestial landscape, affirming their reverence to Zayn. {"O, Voyager of the Celestial Veil, stranger from realms untold; you stand amidst the cosmos, casting your light unto the uncharted. Master of the Mystic Fog, bearer of the essence of myriad worlds, your trail illuminates the void. Your humble servant kneels in your radiance, drawn by the allure of your mysteries. I beseech thee, accept our reverence; hear our supplication. Reveal to us, O Sovereign of Unknown Skies, the pathways to your enigmatic domain."}

And then, in a final, thunderous declaration, Super Shenron acknowledges their recognition of Zayn as the true lineage of Zalama. {"Behold, you, the Prodigal Star returned from the cosmic unknown, ensconced in the heavenly brilliance of astral divinities. You are the Scion of Zalama, our ancient benefactor, carrying within you the echoes of the universe's heartbeat. We, your loyal followers, thirst for your wisdom, the sacred legacy of your forebearer, lost to us in the chasm of time. We pledge our unending loyalty, standing before you in reverence, yearning for your divine guidance. Accept our veneration, O Heir of the Dragon God. Unravel the enigma of the ages, and shepherd us into the luminous dawn of your reign!"}

The final word echoes across the realm, a powerful testament of faith and devotion. As Super Shenron's voice falls silent, the eyes of the universe's most powerful beings remain on Zayn, their hopeful gaze imbued with immense expectation and faith in him as the true heir of Zalama, the Dragon God.

The golden mist hoisted Zayn higher into the sky, presenting him to the multitude of beings below as if he were about to decree something world-changing. The celestial beings looked up in anticipation, awaiting the wisdom their supposed sovereign was about to impart. They waited with bated breath as Zayn parted his lips, the silence of the realm echoing the gravity of the moment.

"Ah?" was all that came out. The now, newly made divine word, ringing out in the cosmic expanse.

A ripple of surprise seemed to pass through the beings below, but before any could react, the golden mist began to shimmer and ripple, causing the realm to warp on itself. In the next instant, Zayn found himself back on solid ground, a lush grassy field stretching out beneath him.

The Dragon Balls, which had been hovering around him, emitted a golden-orange gas. He could only watch as this vapour coalesced towards him and was absorbed into his body, the sensation surprisingly warm and soothing.

As the final traces of the vapor dissolved into him, the Dragon Balls descended towards the ground. Their luminous glow faded, dimming with each passing moment, until they started to disintegrate before his eyes.

The usual cycle—where the Dragon Balls would scatter around the world and turn to stone, waiting for another year to pass before granting a new wish—didn't occur. Instead, they were truly gone, disintegrated into mere dust, leaving no trace of their former mystic grandeur.

A profound silence filled the air, broken only by the soft rustle of grass swaying in the gentle breeze. Zayn stood there, utterly speechless, his mind a whirl of confusion and disbelief.

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