He-El, Goku, and Bulma saw a sea turtle in the distance carrying a skinny old man. He wore a red short-sleeved shirt with Latin letters and a simple blue design on it, exposing his thin arms. His right hand held a wooden staff rounded at the top and pointed at the bottom. He wore white casual shorts that showed off his skinny legs, along with flip-flops. Bald and wearing red-rimmed sunglasses, he had a thick white handlebar mustache and goatee. He looked utterly relaxed and carefree.
What stood out most was the purple turtle shell on the old man's back, nearly as large as he was. It looked both leisurely flamboyant and distinctly individualistic.
"Master Roshi is here." He-El narrowed his eyes at Master Roshi, who stood leisurely atop the sea turtle's back. He was currently the World's Greatest Martial Artist on Earth, the founder of the Turtle School, and the old man revered by the world as the God of Martial Arts.
He-El could not see anything unusual. Master Roshi's Ki and body were fused as one. With a simple glance alone, it was impossible to tell that this old man possessed the strongest fighting power on Earth today, enough to knock the moon off course.
Master Roshi seemed to notice He-El beneath his sunglasses. He turned his head to glance at him and smiled faintly. When the sea turtle reached He-El, Goku, and Bulma, his gaze behind the sunglasses fixed on Bulma's bikini-clad figure in shock, and he nearly showed an unseemly lecherous expression.
He barely held himself back and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth as the sea turtle carried him before the three of them.
"What a fashionable old grandpa," Bulma said blankly as she looked at Master Roshi's outfit.
"I heard you