"Are you still thinking about what just happened?" Sea Turtle said, genuinely at a loss for words.
"Shut up! Do you believe I'll stew you for soup?" Master Roshi said, hands on his hips.
Sea Turtle pursed his lips and said no more.
"Is turtle soup good?" Broly asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling.
"Of course," Master Roshi replied with a nod. "It's very nourishing."
"Uh..." Broly rubbed his chin, looking Sea Turtle up and down.
Sea Turtle: "..."
"I... I'm not tasty... I'm not tasty at all!" Sea Turtle panicked, trembling with fear.
If Broly really ate him, that would be a tragedy for a turtle's life.
"Um... that's fine, right? I agree. I don't think Bulma will mind." Son Goku readily agreed on Bulma's behalf.
"You're really generous." Master Roshi suddenly thought that this young man named Son Goku was wonderful.
As he spoke, Master Roshi glared at Broly again.
Look at Goku.
Now look at you!
You both have tails, so why are people so different?
"Don't tell Chi-Chi about this, and don't let Ox-King find out either. Understand?" Master Roshi said quietly, patting Son Goku on the shoulder.
"Got it," Son Goku said with a nod.
"Good. Then it's settled. I'll go get the Banana Fan right now." Overjoyed, Master Roshi immediately ran inside to fetch it.
But soon, Master Roshi stuck his head out of the window.
"Broly, do you remember where the Banana Fan is?" Master Roshi asked.
"No idea," Broly replied, shaking his head.
"Didn't you always use it as a pot holder?" Sea Turtle asked.
"A pot holder?" Chi-Chi wiped away a bead of sweat.
"That was the Banana Fan? Oh, no!" Master Roshi exclaimed. "Some wonton soup spilled on it the other day. It looked so dirty that I threw it away."
"Ah..." Son Goku cried out.
"You threw it away?" Chi-Chi stared at him in shock.
"Honestly, you're such a handful," Sea Turtle sighed.
"Waaah... Now we can't put out the fire!" Chi-Chi burst into tears.
"And we won't get the Dragon Balls," Son Goku sighed.
"Looks like I'll have to put out the fire on Flame Mountain myself!" Master Roshi decided, his expression turning grave.
"Hm?" Chi-Chi stopped crying and turned to look at Master Roshi.
"Grandpa can put out that huge fire?" Son Goku asked in surprise.
"Of course! I'm Master Roshi!" Master Roshi said proudly. Then he lowered his voice and whispered in Son Goku's ear, "Make sure you tell Bulma about my condition."
"Okay," Son Goku readily agreed.
"Good. Let's get going!" Master Roshi changed into a clean outfit.
"You even changed clothes?" Son Goku asked, looking at Master Roshi strangely.
"Of course. I have to look the part." Master Roshi seemed unbothered, though his anticipation was growing.
"Grandpa can't ride the Flying Nimbus. What should we do?" Son Goku asked.
"Hahaha! I'm Master Roshi!" Master Roshi laughed, then called loudly to the sky, "Turtle, come on!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
A snapping turtle came whirling through the air and landed beside Master Roshi.
"What can I do for you, Master Roshi?" Turtle asked respectfully.
Master Roshi climbed right onto Turtle's back and ordered, "Take me to Flame Mountain."
"Understood!" Turtle nodded.
"Broly, Sea Turtle, keep an eye on the house," Master Roshi said.
"Hey, don't embarrass yourself," Sea Turtle advised.
Broly said nothing. He sat back down on the picnic mat and prepared to continue eating.
Son Goku looked a little tempted, too. He went over and sniffed.
"Want some?" Broly asked.
"Yes, yes!" Son Goku said excitedly, nodding.
"Nope!" Broly refused without hesitation.
Son Goku: "..."
"Come on, hurry up and go!" Master Roshi urged.
"Okay..." Son Goku reluctantly agreed.
"Whoosh!"
They both rose into the air and quickly disappeared from sight.
As soon as Master Roshi had left, Broly looked Sea Turtle up and down again.
Sea Turtle shuddered and trembled with fear. He hurriedly said, "Broly... don't do anything crazy! I'm really not tasty! Think about it—could my bathwater possibly taste good?"
"You make a good point." Broly nodded thoughtfully, then stopped paying attention to Sea Turtle.
About an hour later.
Master Roshi returned, grinning from ear to ear.
He looked so happy, as if he'd been eating honey.
What Master Roshi didn't know was...
The girl he'd been spending time with wasn't Bulma. It was Oolong in disguise.
But none of that mattered to Master Roshi.
All that mattered was that he'd had a wonderful time.
That girl named Bulma sure was bold!
A few more days passed.
Broly was sunbathing on a beach chair.
Suddenly, a golden cloud came rushing toward him from the sky.
Broly recognized it at a glance.
It was that kid named Son Goku.
"Thump!"
Son Goku jumped down from the Flying Nimbus, then greeted Broly warmly.
Broly nodded without saying much.
But Broly keenly noticed that the kid named Son Goku had brought bedding with him.
"Grandpa, I'm here!" Son Goku called loudly from the doorway, holding up the bedding.
But there wasn't a sound from inside.
"Is Grandpa out?" Son Goku asked.
"He's here," Broly replied.
Son Goku went over to the window and peered inside. Master Roshi was watching TV, drooling as he stared at it.
"Grandpa, I'm here!" Son Goku came over to greet him.
"One, two! One, two! One, two..." Master Roshi ignored Son Goku, drooling as he joined in with the young woman on TV.
"Ah!" Son Goku shouted right next to Master Roshi's ear.
Startled, Master Roshi fell onto his bottom, then turned to look at Son Goku in shock.
Son Goku gave him a silly grin.
"What are you doing?" Master Roshi asked.
"Grandpa, I came to train," Son Goku hurriedly said.
"Wait a moment... Just a moment." Master Roshi waved him off.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry." Son Goku patted his stomach.
"There's a fridge over there. Help yourself," Master Roshi said, pointing to the refrigerator.
"Keeping food in such a weird box..." Son Goku muttered as he opened the fridge and started eating.
Only after the TV program ended did Master Roshi stretch and get up off the floor.
When he saw that Son Goku had eaten everything in the refrigerator, Master Roshi was at a loss for words.
Could all kids with tails eat this much?
"What did you come here for, anyway?" Master Roshi asked.
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