"Taking shortcuts? This wasn't taking shortcuts."
Master Roshi wiped away the blood seeping from the tiny cuts in his capillaries. Though it looked like he had bled all over, these injuries did not even count as minor wounds. After leaving his giant form, the fine cuts on his skin had already begun to heal.
"Your combat technique, control over your body, and Ki efficiency have all surpassed the limits I thought someone at your stage could reach. At your age, I was far inferior to you." Master Roshi wiped the blood from his body, stroked his beard, and returned to his usual frail old-man appearance. Leaning on his wooden staff, he said cheerfully, "The younger generation is truly formidable. Truly formidable."
Master Roshi believed that if he faced He-El at full strength now and used all his Ki to attack him, he could naturally crush He-El outright.
But that would be an ignoble victory. Even as the World's Greatest Martial Artist, Master Roshi felt somewhat ashamed of such conduct.
Using his full Ki to beat up a twelve-year-old child was simply something Master Roshi could not bring himself to do.
"Right? Right? He-El is really incredible. Grandpa Master Roshi, according to our agreement, doesn't that mean He-El has won your Dragon Ball?" Bulma clasped her hands before her chest, her gaze at He-El dreamy, but she had not forgotten about Master Roshi's Dragon Ball.
"You mean this? I found it on the ocean floor over a hundred years ago. Since you need it, you can have it." Master Roshi had Turtle give the Three-Star Dragon Ball to Bulma.
"Yes! Yes!" Bulma eagerly snatched it up. When she saw that it was the Three-Star Dragon Ball, she jumped excitedly. "Now we have my Two-Star Dragon Ball, He-El's Five-Star Dragon Ball, Goku's