Dragon Ball: Legacy Chapter 4

Hey friends and fans! Kairomaru is bringing you a new chapter! Goku and Bulma have to trek through the inhospitable Diablo Desert. But Bulma is a city girl! She doesn’t have the stamina for this kind of roughing it! Thankfully Goku was able to retrieve her House Capsule, or this would be an impossible trip for her. But danger lurks in the desert in the form of a duo of bandits. Will they be a match for Goku?

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Chapter 4 – Yamcha and Puar, Fry-Pan Mountain

The sun beat down on the Diablo Desert without mercy. The odd, hollow plateaus that littered the desert offered the only real shade from the heat. For a duo of travelers this place was a necessary hardship to pass through, but the two clearly had different levels of tolerance.

“Haah…haah…I’m…gonna die…” Bulma panted and wheezed, using a long stick to help her stay upright as they walked through the desert.

“You’re walking really slow, Bulma.” Goku looked back at his friend. The Saiyan was barely affected by the desert at all, it seemed. He didn’t even appear to be sweating much at all from the heat. “We’ll never get out of this place if you move that slow.”

“I’m a city girl…remember…haah.” Bulma huffed at Goku. “I’m not some Alien Wildman like you!” She staggered forward a few more steps. “I never knew there was this much desert.” Bulma exhaled heavily while looking out across the wasteland. “And it’s the only way to Fry-pan Mountain too…”

“All the more reason to hurry, right?” Goku questioned as he resumed walking, leading the way that Bulma had pointed out earlier.

When they reached the next hollow plateau, Bulma had reached her limit.

“No more…haah…not another step today…” Bulma leaned against the edge of the plateau, panting for air.

“How pathetic…” Goku shook his head. It was barely noon and they’d only been walking for a few hours so far. Bulma’s conditioning left a lot to be desired.

“Oh hush…” Bulma stuck her tongue out at Goku. She pulled out her capsule case and retrieved the only remaining capsule inside. “I’m setting up the Capsule House, so stand clear.” Bulma clicked the button on top and then tossed it to one side of the plateau. The familiar blast and cloud of smoke happened and the house was ready. “First a bathroom break.” Bulma declared entering the house quickly.

A fair distance away, atop a plateau of rock that had clearly been artificially renovated, if the large flat section with the words ‘Kung Pao’ written on it was any indication, stood a short cat-like creature with blue and tan fur. The creature lowered the telescope that it had been using to scan the desert with. The sight of what was clearly a Capsule House set up a distance away meant only one thing.

“Lord Yamcha! Game! We’ve got game!” The cat announced as he leapt back into the renovated plateau. The inside having been remade into a traditional Chinese-style house, with a rustic version of all the daily amenities and necessities.

“What? Are you sure, Puar?” A young man looked up from the bowl of noodles he was eating at the table. He had long black hair, dark eyes, and wore a traditional martial artist’s outfit in orange with a green vest over it. On the vest was a white circle bearing the kanji for ‘comfort’ to display his preference in life. “Our first catch in a long while, how nice.” Yamcha climbed the ladder to the lookout spot that Puar had been using. Taking the telescope, he looked at the Capsule House in the distance. “You said that you only saw a boy?”

“Yes, just a boy, but he might have a companion inside the house.” Puar nodded to Yamcha.

“Well, even if they don’t have much cash on them, a House Capsule like that should sell for at least half a million zeni.” Yamcha declared as he stood up. “Puar! Prepare the jet squirrel!”

“Yes, sir!” Puar nodded and rushed back into their hideout/home.

-Capsule House-

“This sandwich is good.” Goku commented on the large club sandwich he was quickly eating through.

Bulma had gone to the restroom, washed up a bit, and then collapsed on her bed for a nap. Goku, being kind, had pulled the blanket over her. He’d then proceeded to the kitchen and pulled out the huge sandwich that had been in the fridge. Bulma had made it this morning, knowing that Goku would want to eat as always, and placed it in the fridge for whenever they stopped. The city girl had her snappish moments, but she was also considerate to Goku and all the help he’d been on their trip so far.

“Huh?” Goku perked up, hearing an odd noise outside the Capsule House. He tossed the last of the sandwich into his mouth and headed for the front door. Opening it, the Saiyan was greeted with an odd vehicle sliding to a stop on a pair of skis.

“Greetings.” Yamcha stepped off the jet squirrel to face Goku.

“Who are you?” Goku asked the new person curiously.

“Me? I’m the king hyena in a land of scavengers. The name is Yamcha.” Yamcha introduced while grasping the sheathed sword on his left hip in a subtle threat to Goku.

“And I’m Puar!” Puar introduced from beside Yamcha.

“I don’t usually prey on children, but if you want to leave this desert alive, then give me all of your money and capsules.” Yamcha held out his right hand, palm up, as a ‘hand it over’ signal.

“I don’t have any money.” Goku informed the bandit simply. “You can’t have the Capsule House either, it’s not mine to give.”

“Oh, really?” Yamcha smirked at the boy. “Well, if you’re that eager to see heaven…” The bandit slowly unsheathed his sword.

“Why would you want to kill me?” Goku questioned Yamcha curiously.

“You don’t know what a bandit does, huh?” Yamcha deadpanned at the boy.

The bandit lunged forward with his sword, but Goku leapt over him and while drawing his staff from his back. Swinging the red staff down on Yamcha forced the bandit to block with his sword. The two fighters pushed off from each other to make some distance. Yamcha tried to assess this boy, but Goku didn’t give him any time to do so.

“Nyoibō, extend!” Goku pointed his staff at Yamcha. The magical staff glowed slightly before shooting forward faster than Yamcha could track. The end slammed into his stomach and launched him off his feet.

“Gah!” Yamcha glared at Goku while holding his stomach in pain. He watched the staff retract back to its previous size, recalling tales of just such a staff from memory. He glanced at where his sword had fallen too, having dropped it from the unexpected attack.

“L-Lord Yamcha!” Puar cried out at seeing his friend on the ground.

“Where…did you get that staff…boy?” Yamcha wanted to confirm his suspicions about the weapon even as he got to his feet in pain.

“My dead grampa gave it to me.” Goku answered simply.

“I’ve heard of only one that lengthens on command…the Nyoibō of legend.” Yamcha narrowed his eyes at the red staff. “Tell me, what was your grandfather’s name?”

“My grampa’s name? It was Son Gohan.” Goku didn’t see any reason not to answer Yamcha’s question.

“As I thought. Son Gohan was said to be unrivaled in a host of Martial Arts disciplines.” Yamcha straightened up to his full height. “Then Son Gohan had a grandson. Now I will remember not to lower my guard.” He slid into a stance with a smirk. “It’s been too long since I’ve had any real competition. Wolf Fang Fist!” Yamcha shot forward like a blur.

“Huh?” Goku was confused by the name of the technique and the slight hesitation it caused let Yamcha connect with his attack.

A roundhouse kick slammed into the side of Goku’s head first, the suddenness making him drop the Nyoibō. Then a rain of blows to both the face and torso came as the attack continued. The technique ended with a double palm to Goku’s chest with enough force to send him crashing through three of the pillars holding up one of the hollow plateaus nearby. The rock collapsed from the loss of support and buried Goku with a loud crash.

“Yippee, Yamcha!” Puar called out happily at another win for his friend.

“Less than I was expecting of Son Gohan’s grandson.” Yamcha scoffed before turning towards the Capsule House. “Still, we’ll deal with anyone inside and then take this too. It should bring us a nice chunk of change.”

Unbeknownst to Yamcha and Puar, the loud crashing of the collapsing plateau nearby had awoken Bulma. The bleary-eyed city girl had staggered out of bed and peeked out the window, seeing a vehicle outside, then the collapsed plateau and no sign of Goku set off alarm bells in her head.

“B-Bandits?!” Bulma stuttered out before rushing to the closet. If there were bandits outside and they’d overpowered Goku, then she was in trouble! Throwing open the closet door, Bulma reached in and pulled out her Uzi. She checked the magazine to find it full and then rushed towards the front door. The second these unknown bandits opened it they’d get a hail of bullets for their trouble!

“You’re not bad.” Goku’s voice came from the rubble before he shoved it off of himself. The Saiyan stood up easily and hopped out of the fallen rocks. “But now I’m going to get serious!”

“L-Lord Yamcha!” Puar pointed at Goku in shock just before Yamcha reached the front door of the Capsule House.

“Huh. Still alive, is he?” Yamcha smirked at the boy. “Do you want to feel my Wolf Fang Fist again?”

“How about you try my Jan Ken?” Goku challenged while taking up his stance.

“It’s your funeral!” Yamcha launched himself at Goku again.

“Jan Ken Gu!” Goku’s fist (the ‘rock’) slammed into Yamcha’s with an audible crack. Before Yamcha could react, Goku struck again. “Chyoki!” He made the ‘scissors’ with his index and middle fingers before jabbing Yamcha’s eyes, making the older fighter reel back in pain. “Pa!” the ‘paper’ was a palm strike straight into Yamcha’s chest, sending the bandit skidding through the dirt on his back.

“Y-You…little…!” Yamcha growled at Goku, even as he tried to get air back into his lungs. That palm strike was no joke, he could already feel the bruise forming underneath his shirt. “Raaahhh!” Yamcha charged at Goku full force this time. He’d put the boy down with his next attack!

“Hup!” Goku leapt over the charging Yamcha. Just as the bandit turned to face Goku, the Saiyan whipped his prehensile tail around with force and smacked Yamcha across the face with it.

“Guh!” Yamcha’s feet left the ground and he spun a full three-hundred-sixty degrees before hitting the sandy dirt again. As Yamcha lay on the ground, a capsule fell from his pocket, but it went unnoticed by everyone.

“Yamcha!” Puar cried out in shock, never having seen Yamcha lose like this before.

“You want to keep going?” Goku questioned as he retook his stance.

“Y-you…you jus…wait…” Yamcha slurred out as he struggled to his feet, his legs clearly shaky beneath him. That surprise blow to the head hadn’t done the bandit any favors. This was proven true when the first step he took ended with him falling to one knee as his balance gave out.

“Yamcha! Let’s get out of here!” Puar was quick to transform in a cloud of smoke. What appeared was an average-looking man who was quick to place Yamcha’s arm over his shoulder and hobble them both over to the jet squirrel. Puar could see Yamcha’s face already swelling up badly and his friend’s eyes were unfocused.

“Hey! Are you just running away?” Goku questioned the fleeing duo. His only response was the jet squirrel humming to life and beginning to float just above the sandy ground.

“Get outta here you damn bandits!” Bulma burst from the door to the Capsule House and fired her Uzi towards the retreating duo. The bullets weren’t directly aimed at them, all of the shots peppering the sand around their vehicle instead.

“Aaaahhh!” Puar cried out and grabbed the throttle. The jet squirrel roared and the bandits blasted across the desert, kicking up a large cloud behind them.

“That’ll teach them!” Bulma nodded sharply, holding her gun in front of her. Sure, she had only worked up the courage after hearing Goku’s voice again, but she’d helped drive them off! “Thanks for fighting them, Goku.”

“No problem, they were threatening to kill me and I didn’t want them to hurt you, Bulma.” Goku smiled at his friend brightly.

“Thank you.” Bulma returned his smile as she let her Uzi rest at her side. A small white object on the coarse sandy ground caught her eye. The blue color of the label also stood out as she walked over and picked it up. “A capsule?” Guessing that one of the bandits had dropped it, Bulma decided to see what was in it. “Stand back, Goku.” She clicked the button on the top and tossed the capsule forward. The standard bang and cloud of smoke appeared to reveal a car. It seemed in good condition and if Bulma recalled correctly, it was an Abarth.

“Another car?” Goku blinked at seeing what had been inside the capsule.

“Alright!” Bulma cheered happily at having a vehicle again. “Now we don’t have to walk through the rest of this desert!”

Goku only smiled at how happy Bulma was. If this car made things easier for them, then so much the better.

-Yamcha’s Hideout-

“Yamcha…” Puar fretted over his unconscious friend. He was worried that Yamcha had a concussion and he knew that you weren’t supposed to fall asleep if you had one. For now, though, all the transforming cat could do was watch over his friend and wait for him to wake up. “We picked a bad target this time. I’m sorry, Yamcha.” Puar apologized for finding the boy that had beaten Yamcha like this.

-Capsule House ~ Night-

“We covered a lot of ground today thanks to the car.” Bulma smiled happily as they ate. Tonight, the stored food would take a substantial hit with Goku’s appetite having to be sated from it alone. In this desert there was simply nothing to hunt, not that Goku hadn’t tried in the evening before sunset.

“Yeah,” Goku agreed before popping another meat bun into his mouth. “If we’d had to walk the whole way, I’d have probably carried you when you got too tired so that we could keep going.”

“C-Carried me?” Bulma sputtered a little at the simple statement. She knew that Goku could do it easily, but that didn’t change the fact that he was willing to carry her through the desert just because she was tired. “You’d just do that?”

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. You look really light.” Goku shrugged before resuming eating.

‘If he wasn’t such a dope, I’d think he was slipping in little compliments on purpose.’ Bulma thought to herself as she sipped from her cup. “Seeing how you packed that sea turtle the entire 120 kilometers to the beach; you could probably run with me on your back pretty easily, huh?”

“Probably.” Goku nodded in agreement. “You want to try tomorrow?”

“No, thanks.” Bulma waved him off with a giggle. “I doubt it’d even be a workout for a guy like you, Goku.”

“Okay.” Goku’s simple reply made Bulma grin. He certainly wasn’t the argumentative type, was he?

“What was up with those bandits anyway?” Bulma finished off her dinner.

“Dunno. But the guy said he was a king hyena or something?” Goku tried to remember how Yamcha had introduced himself.

“King hyena?” Bulma blinked at the term. Her father was an avid animal fan and she’d absorbed a bit of knowledge through sheer osmosis over her life so far. “But hyena packs are matriarchal and males are the lowest members.”

“What’s matriarchal?” Goku focused on the new word that he didn’t know.

“It means the females are in charge of the group.” Bulma simplified for him.

“Oh.” Goku took another bite of food, chewed and then swallowed before continuing. “So, what he said didn’t really make sense then?”

“Not a bit.” Bulma shook her head and laughed. She stood up from the table and stretched her arms over her head. “I’m going to take a bath.”

“Alright, I’ll take mine after you.” Goku finished off the last of the food on the table. Bulma could only watch in almost morbid wonder as the last of the food disappeared and then Goku drank all of the water remaining in the pitcher on the table. The thing held almost four liters of water and had almost two-thirds of that still in it.

‘Saiyans…I swear.’ Bulma shook her head and headed towards the bathroom, grabbing her pajamas before pulling her t-shirt over her head as she reached the door. At this point, Goku seeing her bra barely registered to Bulma. He was clearly not swayed by it and aside from his lack of modesty from living in the wilderness his whole life, they’d never had any issues with boundaries after the first night.

-The Next Morning ~ On the Road-

“So, what’s this Fry-pan Mountain like?” Goku asked as Bulma drove them along.

“I tried to do some research on it, but there wasn’t too much.” Bulma sighed as they headed for the sixth Dragon Ball. “Supposedly, it used to be called ‘Pleasant Mountain’, but about ten years ago it suddenly caught fire and drove everyone away.”

“Whoa! An entire mountain caught on fire?!” Goku gaped just imagining such a thing.

“That’s what is said at least.” Bulma nodded to him while taking a turn on the road.

“How long until we get there?” Goku asked while looking out the window.

“A few more hours at least.” Bulma informed with a sigh. “The Dragon Balls certainly spread themselves out over the centuries.”

“Well, at least we’re out of the desert, so I can hunt tonight.” Goku didn’t let the long ride get him down. This was his first time out in the wide world, so a lot of things were new and interesting to him.

“Always thinking about your next meal, huh, Goku?” Bulma snickered at her friend.

“Yep!” Goku laughed with her and patted his stomach.

Just as Bulma predicted, shortly after noon, the air temperature noticeably spiked and continued to climb as they drove further north. The car crested a hill and both Goku and Bulma gaped at seeing Fry-pan Mountain for the first time.

“It really is on fire!” Goku exclaimed, seeing the massive inferno blazing ahead of them.

“No wonder it’s so hot this far north.” Bulma muttered as the mountain of fire put off heat that could be felt for kilometers.

After driving further along the road and into the village at the foot of the mountain, Bulma stopped the car and both of them got out to look around. Goku noticed the skeletons scattered around the village, some in armor and others in clothes that he wasn’t familiar with. Bulma pulled out the Dragon Radar and clicked the button on top.

“Hmm…okay, yeah, the Radar says the Dragon Ball is in the castle.” Bulma wiped the sweat off her forehead. “If I could fly, then getting into the castle wouldn’t be a problem.” She wiped her forehead of sweat again with a grimace. “Geez! It’s so damn hot!” She complained loudly before looking towards Goku. “Yo! Goku! Do you think you can go get the Dragon Ball by yourself?”

“I won’t know until I try.” Goku breathed in deeply before shouting. “Nimbus!” The magical cloud flew down from the sky and stopped in front of Goku. “Let’s go, Nimbus!” He jumped onto the golden cloud and shot off into the air towards the castle.

“I hope he can get in there.” Bulma sighed, once more wiping sweat from her forehead. “It’s way too hot to stay here for long.”

“Wow…” Goku marveled at the mountain of fire as he flew above it towards the castle. “This is so cool.” He chuckled before spotting the castle down below. “So, that’s it…” Goku directed Nimbus downwards at a sharp angle. “I just might be able to get in if…YEEOW!!!” Goku felt his skin start to burn and smoke started rising from his clothing as he got close to the castle. Nimbus rocketed upwards to get its rider away from the blaze.

“Ah, damn it…he was so close.” Bulma grumbled at seeing Goku forced to abort his flight into the castle. “How the heck are we supposed to get the Dragon Ball?”

BAM

Bulma saw the massive axe slam into the stone wall right next to her. A split second later and a strong gale of displaced air buffeted her and sent her long blue hair flying haphazardly. Her whole body shook in terror as she slowly turned around to see who or what had thrown the huge weapon.

“Eeeeh?” Bulma had to look up, and up, and up just to look at the face of the man.

He was an absolute mountain of a man. Bearded and broad shouldered, with huge muscled arms, a barrel chest, and thick legs. The man had a helmet covering the top of his head and his eyes, two hors sticking out from the sides. He wore thick leather armor with a star imprinted on both sides of the massive breastplate. A cape was tied around his neck and fell down his back. On his wrists were thick armbands and his feet were covered by traditional boots. What caught most of Bulma’s attention though was the second huge axe he had in his right hand.

“What’re you doin’ here on my land?” The immense man demanded of the teenager.

“J-Just p-passing th-through?” Bulma stuttered and stumbled over her words in fear.

“Lookin’ to swipe my treasure, aren’t ya?!” The man rumbled out as he tightened his grip on the handle of his axe.

“No, no, no!” Bulma shook her head back and forth rapidly.

“Hey! Bulma! It’s too hot to get into the castle!” Goku called as he flew down on the Nimbus.

“You idiot…” Bulma nearly slumped to the ground in defeat. This mountain of a man clearly owned the castle and was trying to protect his treasures even when no one could get close.

“Who’re you?” Goku looked at the massive man curiously.

“I’m Gyu-Mao, the Ox King!” Gyu-Mao answered with less hostility than he’d spoken to Bulma with. “But enough about me. Boy, that cloud, is that the Flying Nimbus?! Where did you get it?!”

“Huh? From Kame Sen’nin, the old turtle guy.” Goku replied honestly. “You look like a real strong one, don’t you, Mister?”

“That ‘old turtle guy’ is my Invincible Old Master!” Gyu-Mao declared with a wide smile on his bearded face. “Where is he, boy?! Do you know where he lives?!”

“Huh?” Bulma was now officially lost.

“Hey! Are you gonna tell me where he lives or am I gonna have to beat it outta ya?!” Gyu-Mao questioned impatiently of Goku.

“We sort of know, right?” Goku looked at Bulma for confirmation.

“I-I…think m-maybe if we g-go back to that b-beach?” Bulma offered a possible solution.

“WOOHOO!!! Yeah! I’ll be able to get back into my castle!” Gyu-Mao danced a little jig, his size making the ground shake a little. “Huh?” He stopped dancing when he spotted the Nyoibō on Goku’s back. “Boy, that staff, is that the Nyoibō?”

“Wow, you’re good!” Goku nodded to the huge man. “My grampa gave me this.” He patted the staff in its sheath.

“Your…?!” Gyu-Mao gaped at Goku in shock. “Was his name Son Gohan?!”

“Yup!” Goku smiled at the Ox King.

“Hahahaha! Don’t that beat all?! Son Gohan’s grandson!” Gyu-Mao laughed uproariously.

“You knew my grampa?!” Goku looked stunned by the revelation, even as a smile broke out on his face.

“Knew him?!” Gyu-Mao chortled. “Sonny, my lord Master’s number two disciple was me! And his number one disciple was your grandpa! Man, that brings back memories!” The huge man laughed heartily.

“For real?!” Goku laughed along with Gyu-Mao.

“I can’t believe that old perv with the turtle was actually somebody.” Bulma muttered under her breath. It was weird the connections that could be found out in the world.

“Enough of this.” Gyu-Mao pounded his right fist onto his left palm. “Memories can wait. I’ve got a favor to ask you!”

“What is it?” Goku was happy to help an old friend of his grampa.

“I’ve heard tell that I might be able to put out that mountain-fire with a mystical item called the ‘Bashōsen’ that my old Master owns.” Gyu-Mao explained to Goku. “Could ya make a quick fly out to his home on the Flying Nimbus and borrow it, then bring it back here?” He clapped his hands together in the classic ‘begging’ pose.

“Sure! Will you give us the Dragon Ball in return?” Goku asked politely.

“Dragon Ball?” Gyu-Mao looked perplexed by the term.

“It looks like this.” Goku pulled the Four-Star Ball out of the pouch that he kept it in on his waist.

“Hmm…yeah, it does look kind of familiar.” Gyu-Mao eyed the ball closely. “I have one among my treasure.” He nodded after a moment to think about it. “Sure! For what I want, that’s nothin’!” He chuckled happily with Goku.

“Then I’ll get going!” Goku was all set to take off towards the beach they’d met Kame Sen’nin at.

“Whoa! Wait just a sec.” Gyu-Mao held up his hand. “I wasn’t sure it would do any good. But yesterday I sent my daughter, Chi-Chi, out lookin’ for my old Master. If you run into her on the road, why not take her along with you?”

“Chi-Chi?” Goku tilted his head at the new name.

“She’s a hot-head, but she’s a cutie!” Gyu-Mao praised his daughter. “Hotcha! I could give her to you as your wife!”

“What’s a ‘wife’?” Goku questioned the new term he didn’t know.

‘Ah crap, I haven’t gone over marriage and stuff with Goku!’ Bulma thought to herself as the topic came up. ‘I better explain it to Goku before he agrees to something he doesn’t know anything about.’

“Take a look at this, sonny!” Gyu-Mao pulled out a picture of a cute girl wearing a pink helmet with a silvery blade atop it like a crest.

“So, I should bring this girl along with me if I see her?” Goku asked for clarification and got a nod from Gyu-Mao. “Okay then, I’m off!” He shot off into the sky, back the direction that he and Bulma had come from. He was out of sight in short order.

“Hurry back…” Bulma whispered under her breath.

Goku was flying through the sky faster than he’d ever gone before on Nimbus. He had a lot of ground to cover if he wanted to get back to that beach. He was nearing the edge of the area that was being warmed by Fry-pan Mountain’s fire when he spotted someone wearing a familiar helmet. He directed Nimbus downwards to check and see if this was the girl from the picture.

“Hello!” Goku called out to the person in the blue cape and pink helmet. “Are you Chi-Chi?”

“Huh?” The girl turned around revealing that she was the girl from the picture. Long black hair, dark eyes, and a cute face. “A person I’ve never met before knows my name?” Chi-Chi blinked at Goku in confusion.

“You’re the Ox King’s daughter, right?” Goku pointed at Chi-Chi from atop Nimbus.

“You know my dad?” Chi-Chi tilted her head slightly. She’d certainly never seen this boy before. He was taller than her by a decent amount.

“Yup. He said that if I saw you that I should pick you up and help you go borrow something from the old turtle guy.” Goku informed Chi-Chi of his task.

“Really?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed after hearing Goku’s words.

“C’mon, get on the Flying Nimbus and I’ll take you.” Goku pointed behind him at the golden cloud he was standing on.

“You can actually ride that…that ball of cotton candy?” Chi-Chi looked skeptical of the magical cloud.

“Only if your heart is clean and pure.” Goku shrugged without a care.

“Then I’m on!” Chi-Chi smiled brightly. “My heart’s as clean as an indoor toilet!”

Chi-Chi placed her hands on the edge of the Flying Nimbus, but unlike Bulma, she didn’t fall through. The girl struggled a bit to climb onto the cloud before seeing what she thought was a furry rope. Chi-Chi grabbed it tightly and used it to climb onto the Nimbus.

“Ack…ugh…” Goku flinched as his tail was grabbed and then his eye drooped as he lost his strength.

“Okay, I’m on.” Chi-Chi let go of the rope, only to watch Goku fall off the cloud face first. “Huh? What happened?”

“Don’t squeeze my tail, will ya? It makes me lose my strength.” Goku shook himself of the feeling and hopped back onto the Nimbus.

“Well, what’re you doing with a tail anyway?” Chi-Chi questioned the boy.

“I can’t help what I’m born with.” Goku shrugged before directing the golden cloud back into the sky.

“Whoa!” Chi-Chi grabbed onto Goku’s shoulders as the Flying Nimbus picked up more and more speed.

“Hang on tight.” Goku warned as they passed through the area between the Diablo Desert and the area around Fry-pan Mountain.

The land beneath them passed by quickly, going from a forest area, to a plain, to the rocky desert once more. Goku flew over the Diablo Desert and wondered if that bandit was still skulking around somewhere. Not seeing anyone at the speed they were going, Goku put the duo out of his mind and then followed the river that he and Bulma had taken the boat down. Once he spotted the small village again, he turned Nimbus and shot back down the road and towards the area where the beach was. What had been a three day trip previously was done in less than an hour by the magical cloud.

“Hmm…where do I go from here though?” Goku wondered as Nimbus flew over the ocean.

“You don’t know where the Invincible Old Master lives?” Chi-Chi questioned as they flew along.

“I know he lives somewhere out in the ocean, but the ocean is big.” Goku hummed in thought. “We’ll have to ask someone.” He brought Nimbus low over the water and stopped when he saw something breach the surface. It was a dolphin, but Goku and Chi-Chi didn’t know that, having been raised far from the sea their whole lives. “Hey, water guy, o you know where Kame Sen’nin lives?”

“Eh? Oh, sure, sure!” The dolphin revealed itself to be intelligent and capable of speech. “He lives on a tiny island way, way, that way!” He pointed with his flipper.

“Thanks!” Goku beamed at the dolphin before Nimbus shot away in the direction they’d been shown.

“That must be it!” Chi-Chi pointed out as a small island appeared on the horizon a few minutes later.

“Yeah! I can see a house!” Goku’s eyes saw much farther and more clearly than Chi-Chi’s. The two flew down to the island with the pink two-story house on it. On the front of the house were the words ‘Kame House’ in red. “Anybody home?!” Goku called out loudly.

“Eh?” Kame Sen’nin looked over at the two visitors to his island, a broom in hand that he’d been using to clean off his small patch of beach.

“Remember me?” Goku pointed at himself with a smile.

“My, my, my!” Kame Sen’nin chuckled at seeing the boy again. “Well, as I live and breathe! How’s the Flying Nimbus holding up, boy?”

“This…is the Invincible Old Master?” Chi-Chi didn’t look convinced even as Goku hopped off the Nimbus and onto the island.

“Been okay, old timer?” Goku asked with a laugh.

“Never better, boyo!” Kame Sen’nin grinned at the boy.

“The Nimbus you gave me is awesome!” Goku patted the golden cloud.

“Of course, it is! I got it straight from Kami-sama himself!” Kame Sen’nin boasted.

“Whoa! Really?!” Goku marveled at the magic cloud. “Did you hear that? Nimbus is amazing!” He grinned at Chi-Chi.

“H-Hey…boy…hasn’t the girl you were with…shrunk a little?” Kame Sen’nin questioned. “The last time I saw her she was a lot more…boing! You know?” He made a motion with his hands over his chest.

“Huh? No, no…this is Gyu-Mao’s kid.” Goku shook his head and pointed at Chi-Chi.

“What?!” Kame Sen’nin was shocked. “This is his daughter?! Can it be?”

“Her name is Chi-Chi.” Goku introduced the tow of them to each other.

“Hmm, Chi-Chi, eh? Might’ve been a better name for the other one…” Kame Sen’nin muttered to himself.

“You’re not telling me that this old creep is really the Invincible Old Master.” Chi-Chi whispered to Goku while watching the old man look out towards the ocean while muttering to himself.

“I’m not?” Goku looked confused. He was pretty sure he had told her this was Kame Sen’nin.

“I’m going to put him to the test!” Chi-Chi decided as she placed her hands on either side of the blade atop her helmet. “My dad’s real Master ought to be able to dodge this!” She threw her arms forward and the blade detached from her helmet and went spinning through the air towards the old man’s back.

“Hyah!” Kame Sen’nin spun with his wooden staff in hand to block the projectile.

Both Goku and Chi-Chi could only stare at the result.

“Ah…ah…” Kame Sen’nin made a pained noise as the top of his staff fell to the sand, having been sliced clean through by the blade. Said blade was now stuck in his forehead and the injury was dribbling blood. The fact that it hadn’t split his skull in two was a testament to the old man’s durability. “EEEYYAAHH!!!” He crouched down and gingerly touched his injury.

“Sir, are you alright, sir?!” Turtle questioned as he flopped over to his friend.

“Oh man…” Goku was still staring at the incident.

“He’s not the Invincible Old Master!” Chi-Chi accused loudly.

“Not even an Invincible Old Master can block everything!” Kame Sen’nin shouted back at the girl.

“Then prove that you are the Invincible Old Master!” Chi-Chi demanded, pointing at the old man.

“Look at my driver’s license! What does that say?!” Kame Sen’nin pulled out his wallet and showed his ID to the girl.

“EEEKKK!!!” Chi-Chi cried out in shock. “I’m so sorry! I’ve done something terrible! Please, forgive me!” She grabbed the blade, put her booted foot on his face, and then yanked the weapon out. Chi-Chi put the blade back onto her helmet and then turned away with her hands covering her cheeks. “Sometimes I’m a little hasty…”

“Oooh, I hates her…” Kame Sen’nin glared at the girl as he put a large bandage on his injury. “Anyway…” He breathed out. “Goku, what brought you way out here?”

“Oh! Right! I almost forgot!” Goku perked up and shook his head. “We’ve come to borrow the… Bashōsen, yeah that’s it!”

“The Bashōsen?” Kame Sen’nin raised an eyebrow at the request. “The magic fan that can raise a typhoon with one swing, a thunderstorm with two, and a monsoon with three? That Bashōsen?” He looked between the two youngsters. “Yes, I have it. But why do you want it?”

“Just to borrow!” Chi-Chi spoke up with her hands clasped in front of her. “We need it to put out Fry-pan Mountain’s fire! We’ll bring it right back, and we won’t let it get burned!” She promised the old man.

“Hmm, I see…Fry-pan Mountain’s fire…I’d heard rumors.” Kame Sen’nin nodded to himself. “It’s possible…the Bashōsen might indeed be able to do it.”

“Please! Please! Please!” Chi-Chi begged over and over.

“Very well, I shall lend it to you!” Kame Sen’nin declared and Chi-Chi jumped for joy. “However! I have a condition!” Chi-Chi stopped jumping at that.

“Condition?” The girl tilted her head.

“Goku…come over here, real quick.” Kame Sen’nin motioned Goku over to him.

“Me?” Goku trotted over to him with a shrug. “What’s up?”

“I’ll lend you the Bashōsen, so…that girl you were with, the boingy one…” Kame Sen’nin began his condition.

“You mean Bulma?” Goku asked curiously.

“Yeah, yeah! You think…that just once, I could take a peek at those…boing boing?” Kame Sen’nin questioned with a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, now REALLY, sir, I say!” Turtle spoke up from his position beside the old man’s feet.

“SHH!!! SHH!!! You don’t have to make it public!” Kame Sen’nin snapped at the turtle.

“How shameful…” Turtle shook his head.

“Oh, don’t be so cold-blooded you…you leatherback!” Kame Sen’nin growled at his old friend. “Is it so terrible to grant a dying old man his last wish?”

“Need I remind you that this ‘dying old man’ drank the Immortality Elixir?” Turtle deadpanned at the pervy old man.

“Don’t bother me with the details!” Kame Sen’nin shushed the turtle.

“I guess you can ask her.” Goku shrugged, not sure why the old man was so interested in Bulma’s chest.

“Ah, lad, you understand me.” Kame Sen’nin nodded to the boy. “Now, this is our little secret, no need for Chi-Chi or Gyu-Mao to know, right?”

“Sure.” Goku agreed without a thought.

“Alright then!” Kame Sen’nin perked up, smiling brightly. “Now that were settled, you two just wait right here while I get that fan!” He dashed into his house with a smile.

“What was the condition?” Chi-Chi questioned the old man even as the sound of things being moved around inside the small house became louder.

“Oh, never you mind, dear!” Kame Sen’nin called back with a chuckle. “Everything is taken care of!”

“Huh?” Chi-Chi blinked in confusion.

Several minutes later and Kame Sen’nin stuck his head out of the window. “Hey, turtle, do you have any idea where I put the Bashōsen?” He looked at his friend perplexed.

“If I’m not mistaken, you were using it as a potholder, sir.” Turtle reminded him.

“A…potholder?” Chi-Chi gaped at using a magic item like that.

“Wait…that was the Bashōsen?!” Kame Sen’nin placed his hand on his forehead. “I spilled some wonton soup on it and the stain was so bad that I threw it away!”

“What?!” Goku exclaimed in shock.

“Th-Threw it away?!” Chi-Chi cried out. “Now we’ll never be able to go home!”

“Guess we’ll have to give up on the Dragon Ball too.” Goku lamented having to tell Bulma the news.

“Never fear!” Kame Sen’nin declared firmly. “As the fault is mine, I shall personally go put out the blaze myself!”

“What?!” Chi-Chi stopped crying to look at him incredulously.

“Old timer, can you really do that?!” Goku nearly gaped at the old man.

“Of course! There is nothing the Muten Roshi (Invincible Old Master) cannot do!” Kame Sen’nin declared strongly. He then leaned out the window to whisper to Goku. “Listen, you let Bulma know about the condition nice and quiet, right?”

“You know it!” Goku agreed easily and both of them ignored turtle face-faulting at their words.

“Okay, let’s roll!” Kame Sen’nin declared a few minutes later, coming out of his home in a new outfit. He now wore an orange traditional Chinese Martial Artist’s shirt with white trim, and dark blue traditional pants with black kung fu shoes on his feet. His signature turtle shell was on his back and his staff was back in hand, the top reattached with thick tape.

“You changed for this?” Goku questioned the old man, both he and Chi-Chi on the Flying Nimbus already.

“Figured it was about time to look professional.” Kame Sen’nin chuckled.

“But you can’t ride the Nimbus, how’re you going to get there?” Goku asked the hermit.

“I am the Turtle Master, am I not?” Kame Sen’nin raised his staff towards the sky. “Come to me, Baby Gamera!” He declared loudly.

A few moments later and a spinning turtle shell with fire coming from the holes flew down form the sky. When it landed, an odd-looking turtle stuck its head and limbs from the shell.

“You called, my lord?” The Baby Gamera asked.

“Can you fly me to Fry-Pan Mountain?” Kame Sen’nin requested as he sat on the back of the flying turtle’s shell.

“Oh, yeah!” Baby Gamera confirmed and retracted his head and limbs back into his shell.

“We’ll meet you there!” Goku waved as the Flying Nimbus shot off into the sky with Goku and Chi-Chi. Not too far behind them the spinning shell, and the equally spinning Kame Sen’nin, followed after them.

“Do you really think he can put out the fire?” Chi-Chi questioned Goku as they sped back towards her home.

“Hey, he was my grampa’s teacher! So, he’s gotta be great, right?” Goku smiled over his shoulder.

-Fry-pan Mountain-

“They’re back!” Bulma pointed up at the Nimbus coming down from the sky.

“Hi Bulma!” Goku greeted her with a bright smile as he hopped off the golden cloud.

“Daddy!” Chi-Chi jumped down onto the ground and went to give her father a hug.

“Where’s the Bashōsen?” Gyu-Mao asked his daughter after their hug.

“The old man threw it away.” Goku informed bluntly.

“Threw it away?!” Gyu-Mao cried out in alarm.

“Yeah, but Kame Sen’nin says that he’s coming to put out the fire himself.” Goku explained to the Ox King. “Look, there he is!” He pointed to a small dot in the sky that was rapidly getting closer.

Kame Sen’nin came to a stop on the ground as the Baby Gamera slowly stopped spinning. The old hermit slowly slid off the back of the turtle.

“Hot dang! It’s my Invincible Old Master! Long time no see!” Gyu-Mao exclaimed happily.

“Blargh!” Kame Sen’nin retched all over the ground a decent distance away from everyone else. “Oooh…I hate flying.”

“So, this all rides on him?” Bulma was clearly not impressed.

“Hoowee…that is an inferno!” Kame Sen’nin nodded after a few moments to collect himself.

“And you can put that out?” Goku looked at the old Master.

“Hey! Gyu-Mao!” Kame Sen’nin barked and the giant man nearly snapped to attention.

“Y-Yes, sir!” Gyu-Mao asked with a notable tremble in his voice.

“Getting a bad rep lately, eh?” Kame Sen’nin looked over at his old student. “Those treasures of your cost a few lives, I hear?” The admonishment was clear in the old man’s voice.

“Alas, Master! Y-You speak truly!” Gyu-Mao admitted before falling to his knees and prostrating himself before his old Master. “Oh, the shame I bear! I have been blinded by greed! I’ve seen the light! If you put out the blaze, then I shall destroy my treasures!”

“I taught you better than that, boy!” Kame Sen’nin whacked the back of Gyu-Mao’s head with his staff. The large man’s face cratered the ground from the blow. “Don’t go overboard about destroying your treasures. Just know that if I hear any more rumors of you taking lives, you’ll receive far worse than a mere tap on the head.” The threat in the old Master’s voice was clear.

“Y-Yes, Master.” Gyu-Mao accepted as he pulled his face from the ground.

“Honestly…I’m just disappointed you can’t put out this little blaze yourself.” Kame Sen’nin shook his head with a tsk. “Hey, Goku, the agreement, remember?” He tapped Goku’s leg with the bottom of his staff.

“Oh, right!” Goku walked over to Bulma. “Bulma, the old man wants to ask you for something.”

“Huh? Me?” Bulma raised an eyebrow in confusion. She followed Goku and Kame Sen’nin around the corner while Gyu-Mao and Chi-Chi waited in the large town square they’d all been standing in. “What is it?”

“Go on, lad, you ask her…” Kame Sen’nin looked off to the side with a grin.

“Okay.” Goku nodded and then looked at Bulma. “The old guy wants to look at your chest.”

“What?!” Bulma put her hands over her breasts.

“J-Just a harmless peek…no big deal…” Kame Sen’nin chuckled with a wide grin.

“I can’t believe you!” Bulma snapped at the old man. “Didn’t you get enough ogling of me on the beach?!”

“If the fire doesn’t go out, then no one gets what they want, right?” Kame Sen’nin leaned back from the angry Bulma.

“Is it really that big of a deal?” Goku asked, confused about Bulma’s anger over it.

“You hush!” Bulma narrowed her eyes at Goku. “Remind me to go over things like this with you as soon as we’re done here, alright?” She really should have gone more in-depth about relationships and why exposure like this wasn’t done in civilized society.

“Okay.” Goku agreed, hoping that he hadn’t upset Bulma too much.

“Okay. All right. Fine.” Bulma ground her teeth while glaring at the old hermit. “But one thing! Invincible Old Master or not, there’s no guarantee that you can kill that fire! So, I’ll let you look only after it’s done!”

“That’s a deal, honey! And you better be ready to live up to it!” Kame Sen’nin took her pinky with his and made it a pinky-promise.

‘The old Martial Arts hermits aren’t like this in the movies…’ Bulma glowered at the old man.

“Alrighty! Time to douse us a fire!” Kame Sen’nin loudly declared as the three of them came back into the town square.

“This is gonna be great!” Goku declared, excited to see how the old Master was going to put out the mountain of fire.

“Oh, Master! How can I ever thank you?!” Gyu-Mao cried out in joy.

“No foolin’?!” Chi-Chi was practically bouncing on her heels in excitement.

“Let’s get down to it.” Kame Sen’nin set his staff down, and then shrugged off the heavy turtle shell on his back. To some surprised form Bulma and Goku, he then removed his orange shirt as well. The old Master flexed and bit before looking over at Bulma. “Not bad for an old man, eh?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Bulma deadpanned at the perv.

Kame Sen’nin had Goku boost him up to the top of a nearby wall facing the blazing mountain. “Hoo…okay, here it goes.” He focused as everyone watched on. “Ha!” The thin old man suddenly bulked up with muscles! He looked as if he’d just quadrupled his body mass instantly!

“EH?!” Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Goku all exclaimed at the bulk up the old man had just gone through.

“It’s building…the Master’s Kamehameha!” Gyu-Mao declared in awe at seeing the move again for the first time in decades.

“Ka…Me…” Kame Sen’nin slowly brought his outstretched hand together, his wrists touching while his palms faced forward and his fingers curled inward. “Ha…Me…” He brought his now cupped hand to his right side, facing behind him. A bright glow of blue light appeared between the old man’s hands. “HA!!!” He thrust both hands forward and unleashed the strange blue energy between them in a colossal beam of power!

BOOM

A massive explosion went off and a shockwave sent everyone back a step from the force. Bulma had grabbed onto Goku to keep her feet under her, while the Saiyan watched on in shock. The bright light died down a few seconds later and everyone could only stare in shock at the result.

“Phew…that was a big one.” Kame Sen’nin sat down on the wall with a heavy exhale.

“Um, Master?” Gyu-Mao approached his old Master. “You…um…you put out the fire…but also…”

“Also, what?” Kame Sen’nin questioned.

“You blew away the mountain…and my castle too…” Gyu-Mao pointed behind the old hermit.

“Eh?” Kame Sen’nin turned to look and saw the result of his technique.

“IT’S GONE!!!” Chi-Chi, Bulma, and Goku cried out in disbelief and shock. All that was left of the once blazing mountain was rubble strewn across the area behind where the mountain used to sit.

“Don’t know my own strength! Whoops!” Kame Sen’nin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and stuck his tongue out. Everyone else face-faulted at the response.

Several minutes later saw Bulma searching the rubble with the Dragon Radar. The signal was close as the genius girl slowly made her way towards it, constantly adjusting the distance of the radar as she went to zero in on the Dragon Ball. Part of her almost dreaded finding the ball, because it then meant that she had to honor her agreement with that old pervert of a hermit.

“Well, I’ve got to say, it’s going to be a lot cooler around here now.” Gyu-Mao laughed while looking around the abandoned village.

“Yeah, especially without a house.” Kame Sen’nin commented as he put his shirt back on.

“Oh, forget about it! We’ll just build a new one!” Chi-Chi waved off the loss of the castle.

“That technique was cool! Teach me, will ya?” Goku asked Kame Sen’nin with a big smile.

“Ha! Dream on, lad!” Kame Sen’nin chuckled with a smile beneath his beard as he adjusted his turtle shell on his back. “It takes fifty years of hard training to learn that!”

“Fifty years, huh?” Goku looked down at his hands in contemplation.

While Gyu-Mao and Kame Sen’nin spoke with each other, Goku tried to recall every step of the technique that he’d just witnessed. The Saiyan slowly brought his hands together with the greatest focus he could muster. Pulling his cupped hands to his side, Goku breathed out and focused everything into the point between his palms. When he felt a strange sensation applying pressure against his hands, he threw them forward.

“HA!” Goku roared and a blue beam shot from his hands and straight into the car that he and Bulma had driven to get here. The vehicle came off the ground entirely, the windows all shattered, the door had a circular hole blasted out of it and the front driver’s side wheel fell off entirely while the hood burst open as everything beneath it was violently jarred upwards.

“Eh?!” Kame Sen’nin and Gyu-Mao looked at what Goku had just done in shock.

“Whoa…I got one…” Goku seemed stunned that he’d managed it too. “Nowhere near as good as his though.” He looked at his hands while mentally comparing Kame Sen’nin’s technique and his own.

“He...he just…” Gyu-Mao couldn’t seem to form a proper sentence for a moment. “Yeesh, he really is Gohan’s grandson, isn’t he?”

“What?! Gohan?! You mean Son Gohan?!” Kame Sen’nin looked between Gyu-Mao and Goku.

“Master…you didn’t know?” Gyu-Mao looked over at his old Master.

“Now I get it…” Kame Sen’nin nodded while looking Goku over with a more critical eye. “You know, I do recall Gohan once mentioning that he’d taken in a kid with a tail. Now that I look at him, I see where he got his training.”

“Uh-oh…I wrecked the car.” Goku was worried about Bulma’s reaction to his mistake as Kame Sen’nin approached him.

“So, how is old Gohan doing, lad?” Kame Sen’nin asked Goku with a smile.

“Okay, I guess. He’s dead.” Goku informed the hermit simply.

“DEAD?!” Kame Sen’nin felt the blow to his heart. “Oh…oh my…what a terrible loss…” The old man took a moment to lament not knowing of the passing of his best pupil. “In that case, my boy, how would you like to move in with me? You might outdo me one of these days!” It was the least he could offer to Gohan’s grandson. Not to mention the boy clearly had the sheer raw talent to make it as a martial artist. It would be a travesty not to help Goku hone his skills and reach greater heights.

“Really?!” Goku beamed at the old man. “As soon as we get the last two Dragon Balls, I’m there!”

“I’ve got it!” Bulma called out as she jogged over to Goku with a smile on her face and a Dragon Ball in hand. “It’s the Seven-Star Ball!” She came to a dead stop when she saw their car. “Ack! The car is wrecked!”

“Sorry…” Goku apologized, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hah…now what’re we going to do?” Bulma sighed heavily.

“If it’s a car you need, you can have mine.” Gyu-Mao tossed a capsule a dozen meters away and in the familiar boom and cloud of smoke, a roofless hovercar appeared. It was older, with a grey finish, but Bulma knew at a glance that it was far faster than their previous vehicle.

“Whoa!” Bulma smiled at the car.

“It’s a little old, but it’s got some power!” Gyu-Mao chuckled as Goku and Bulma hopped into the hovercar.

“Thank you so much!” Bulma beamed at Gyu-Mao. “Now for the last Dragon Ball…” She took out the Dragon Radar and clicked the button on top. “Hmm, not around here…zoom out a bit…a bit more…Eureka!” She exclaimed when she finally found the signal for the last ball. “To the west…waaaay to the west!” She placed the radar back into her hip pouch with a smile. “Well, everybody, thanks a lot for everything!” She waved to Gyu-Mao, Chi-Chi, and Kame Sen’nin.

“See you later!” Goku waved to the three of them too.

“Hey.” Kame Sen’nin tapped his staff on the steering wheel. “Haven’t you forgotten something? We have a contract…remember?”

“Hehehehehe…how could I have forgotten?” Bulma fake laughed. With a sigh she looked over at Goku. “Goku, come with us for a second.”

“Okay.” Goku shrugged and hopped out of the car to follow after Bulma.

“Uh…why is the boy coming?” Kame Sen’nin questioned as they walked around a nearby corner.

“He’s insurance.” Bulma gave the hermit a side-eye.

“I honor my agreements; I’ll have you know.” Kame Sen’nin huffed at the teenager.

Goku didn’t know what was going on, but still followed along.

“Alright, one quick peek, and nothing else, you old pervert.” Bulma glared at him.

“Of course, just like we agreed.” Kame Sen’nin giggled perversely.

“Ugh…” Bulma rolled her eyes. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up slowly. When she reached her chest, she slipped her fingers beneath the cups of her bra and lifted it up as well. Her breasts bounced into view and Kame Sen’nin was nearly drooling over them. Bulma’s tits were supple and capped with pink nipples, a great pair by any definition, and the teen was annoyed that she had to show them off to the old hermit.

“Hmm.” Goku hummed as he also looked at Bulma’s boobs. They were nice enough, he supposed, but he didn’t get why Kame Sen’nin was nearly panting at seeing them. His eyes met Bulma’s and the teen’s blue gaze softened for him. It was clear that she didn’t mind his innocent curiosity as much as Kame Sen’nin’s lechery.

“That’s enough.” Bulma pulled her shirt back down, carefully adjusting her bra to once more support her girls.

“A deal’s a deal.” Kame Sen’nin nodded, his face red and a wide smile beneath his beard.

“Pervert.” Bulma tsked as she led Goku back to the new car. With a quick round of goodbyes to Gyu-Mao and Chi-Chi, Bulma started the hovercar and took off down the road.

“Just one more to go, right?” Goku smiled at Bulma a few minutes into their drive.

“Yep! It’s really far away, but we’re making great time!” Bulma grinned back at him. “I’ll have my wish soon enough!”

“I wonder what a real dragon looks like?” Goku hummed thoughtfully, having only seen drawings of the mythical beings in some art scrolls his grampa had collected in his youth.

“You’ll see soon enough!” Bulma promised with a laugh. Looking at Goku, she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d wish for if it was him making the wish. ‘Probably something to do with food.’ Bulma thought to herself with a small giggle. ‘Then again…he’s all alone in this world. Maybe he’d wish for another Saiyan to be on Earth? He never shows it, but I wonder if he’s lonely being the only one of his kind?’ The genius pondered on Goku’s hypothetical wish for a bit longer before refocusing on the drive. But the thought of Goku being alone didn’t sit right with her. Not even a little bit.

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The sixth Dragon Ball is acquired! Woohoo! Just one more to go!

Yamcha wasn’t much of a match against a Goku that had a full stomach!

After passing through the Diablo Desert, the duo found Fry-pan Mountain and the Ox King! Things changed a bit this time around though! With a better understanding of male and female, Goku doesn’t ‘pat-pat’ Chi-Chi! Without that, Chi-Chi never decides that she’ll marry Goku.

Master Roshi’s request was only to look at Bulma’s tits since the last time it was ogling her in her bikini, instead of being flashed like in Canon.

Bulma takes Goku as ‘insurance’ and the Saiyan gets his first look at a woman’s bare breasts. He has some curiosity, but he’s no horndog.

Also, Goku managed a small Kamehameha! His power grows slightly from utilizing his ki for the first time!

We still have a way to go before they reach the last Dragon Ball. What will happen on the journey now?

Keep reading to find out!

Power Levels

Goku – 11

Bulma - 2

Until I get your reviews, later!