Dragon Ball if I was Goku

As Kinto'un carried them away from the smoking ruins of the Red Ribbon headquarters, Lunch returned to normal size and pulled out the Dragon Radar.

"That's weird," she said, tapping the device. "The last Dragon Ball isn't showing up."

Goku glanced at it. "Is it broken?"

"I don't think so. The other six are still—wait, what's that?"

Below them, a Capsule Corp plane sat in a clearing, with a familiar group of people standing around it. As Kinto'un descended, they could see Roshi, Bulma, Yamcha, Krillin, Pu'ar, and Oolong, all geared up like they were heading to war.

"Goku!" Krillin shouted, waving. "We came to help you fight the Red Ribbon Army!"

"Yeah!" Yamcha added, cracking his knuckles. "We figured even you couldn't take on an entire army alone—"

"Oh, he already destroyed them," Lunch said casually, examining her nails. "The whole base. Nothing left but a crater."

Everyone froze.

"WHAT?!" Bulma shrieked. "You destroyed the entire Red Ribbon Army?!"

"By yourself?!" Krillin's jaw dropped.

"It was amazing!" Lunch gushed, her eyes lighting up. "He made this compressed energy ball and threw it like a baseball! The explosion was bigger than a mountain! You should've seen the mushroom cloud!"

"A mushroom cloud?" Roshi stroked his beard, looking impressed.

"Whatever," Bulma huffed, clearly annoyed. "More importantly, the radar's acting up. Let me see it."

She snatched the device from Lunch and began examining it, pulling out tools from her capsule case. After several minutes of tinkering, she shook her head.

"There's nothing wrong with it. The seventh ball just... isn't registering."

"Maybe something swallowed it?" Oolong suggested.

"Or it's inside something that blocks the signal," Yamcha added.

Roshi cleared his throat. "I know someone who could help. Fortuneteller Baba. She can divine the location of anything... for a price."

"Then let's go," Goku said, calling Kinto'un.

"Wait!" Bulma grabbed his arm. "You've been traveling alone with Lunch for days! I'm coming too!"

"There's no room on Kinto'un for three people," Goku pointed out.

"Then we'll all take the plane!" Bulma declared, already heading toward it.

"All of us?" Yamcha looked at the small aircraft skeptically. "That's going to be cramped."

"I don't care! We're all going!" Bulma insisted, her jealousy barely concealed.

Minutes later, they were all crammed into the plane like sardines. Yamcha piloted while Bulma had positioned herself right next to Goku, practically sitting on him. Lunch was pressed against the window, glaring. Krillin was squished between Roshi and Oolong, while Pu'ar had to sit on Yamcha's head.

"This is ridiculous," Goku muttered, barely able to move.

"Shut up! We're a team!" Bulma said, though her real motivation was transparent to everyone.

"How far is this Baba person?" Oolong wheezed.

"About three hours," Roshi replied, his face pressed against the glass.

Everyone groaned.

The plane finally touched down in a strange landscape—rocky outcroppings mixed with grass plains, with a serene lake reflecting the sky. In the distance stood an odd structure: a stone bridge leading to a circular arena platform, and beyond that, a castle-like building that seemed to defy architectural logic.