Black Marshal

The bearded man and the fox-man instantly bristled when they saw the ball in Kid Goku's hand.

The ball in this kid's hand was unmistakably a Dragon Ball!

They had busted their asses searching for a month without finding one, yet this kid had just stumbled across one?

Was there any justice in the world?

However, Kid Goku was not very pleased with the Dragon Ball in his hand.

Because this was not the Four-Star Ball Grandpa Gohan had left him, but the Six-Star Ball.

The two guards from the Black Ribbon Army's White Squad nearly had their eyes pop out of their heads.

Only then did Kid Goku seem to notice them. "Huh? You know about the Dragon Balls too?"

The fox-man pointed his gun at him. "Brat, who exactly are you?"

The bearded man's expression darkened, then slowly twisted into a crafty grin. "To think we found it so easily. But that's fine too—it saves us the trouble of searching. Kid, hand over the Dragon Ball."

Kid Goku asked innocently, "Why should I give it to you?"

"Cut the crap! Hand it over, or I'll shoot you dead!" As the bearded man spoke, he aimed his machine gun at Kid Goku's head.

"I'm not giving it to you, you bandit!" Only then did the naive Kid Goku understand what was going on. He launched a kick that not only smashed the machine gun to pieces, but sent the bearded man flying more than thirty meters away.

Seeing how formidable the brat was, the fox-man panicked. He aimed his gun at Kid Goku and pulled the trigger.

The bullets swept toward him like tongues of flame.

Kid Goku was far faster than he had imagined. He easily dodged the rain of bullets, sprang into the air, and reached the