Comic Xx Dragon Ball Visitando A La Abuela Completo Apr 2026

Goku bowed so hard his forehead touched the dirt. “NICE TO MEET YOU, MA’AM! I’M GOKU! I LIKE FIGHTING AND EATING!”

Gohan blinked. “Abuela? But… Grandma is Grandpa Gohan. He died.”

Chi-Chi slammed her hands on the table. “Listen, both of you. We have plans today.”

Chi-Chi burst into tears. Gohan hugged his grandmother’s leg. Goku looked at the Dragon Ball, then at his mother-in-law, and for the first time in years, his face showed deep, quiet understanding. Comic Xx Dragon Ball Visitando A La Abuela Completo

Chi-Chi sighed, rubbing her temples. “Not my mother, Gohan. Your other grandmother. My mother. The Ox-King’s wife. My mom .”

“Of course, Mama. It’s our family’s tongue.”

“I am dying, my children.”

Gohan began to cry silently. Chi-Chi sobbed into her mother’s shoulder.

“We can use the Dragon Balls,” Goku said. “We can wish you healthy again.”

Author’s Note: This story combines the adventure of Dragon Ball hunting with the heartfelt theme of family and loss. It respects Toriyama’s tone—funny, action-packed, but never afraid to cry. “Visitando a la Abuela” becomes not just a visit, but a final farewell—and a reminder that even the strongest warriors need to say goodbye. Goku bowed so hard his forehead touched the dirt

Gohan held up the Four-Star Dragon Ball—which had returned to its stone form, but now glowed faintly.

“So, Abuela,” Gohan said, pointing at her necklace. “Why do you have a Dragon Ball?”

Inside, Chi-Chi was furiously scrubbing a pot. “GOKU! BREAKFAST!” I LIKE FIGHTING AND EATING

Chi-Chi threw a ladle at Goku’s head. It bounced off harmlessly. “SHE IS REAL. Her name is Princess Mipha of Fire Mountain. And we haven’t visited her in THREE YEARS.” After an hour of Chi-Chi forcing Goku into a clean orange gi (without holes) and Gohan into a tiny formal blue jacket, the family took off flying on Kinto’un (Flying Nimbus). Goku held Gohan in front of him, while Chi-Chi flew on her own—she had learned basic flight from Goku after their marriage.

Abuela’s smile faded. She set down her teacup. Her hands trembled.