Goku and Chi-Chi

"Yes! His name is Son Goku. He's a very innocent and kind boy." Sea Turtle continued, "He saved my life, and I promised I'd repay him!"

"You want to repay him..." Master Roshi narrowed his eyes and drew out the words, a knowing look spreading across his face. "So what you're saying is... you want me to go repay him on your behalf?"

"By the way... one thing worth mentioning," Sea Turtle added unhurriedly, delivering the crucial detail. "The boy named Son Goku is with a very, very pretty girl named Bulma."

"Repay him! Of course we have to repay him properly!" Master Roshi's expression changed in an instant. His reluctance vanished without a trace. He jumped to his feet, his face glowing with excitement, even a little impatience. "A life-saving kindness is like being given a new lease on life! How could we not repay him? Wait here. I'll change into my most handsome outfit!"

With that, Master Roshi immediately rummaged through his things and quickly changed into a Hawaiian outfit he'd kept tucked away, convinced it was incredibly fashionable.

Sea Turtle watched silently from the side, completely unmoved, and even a little amused.

I knew it...

Just mention a pretty girl, and this lecherous old man is more eager than anyone.

The man and turtle finished getting ready, left the room, and headed out to the beach.

Broly was still kneeling in front of his picnic mat, putting the finishing touches on his meal.

He polished off the food on the last few plates, his movements still marked by that unique sense of ceremony.

"Broly, performing your sacred eating ritual again?" Master Roshi went over and teased him with a grin.

Broly nodded vigorously. His mouth was still full, and he gave an indistinct "Mm."

"Sea Turtle said he met a little fellow with a tail just like yours. His name is Son Goku." Master Roshi tried inviting him. "How about it? Want to come along and see him?"

"No!" Broly didn't even look up. His reply was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. "No one's interrupting my meal! Even if the sky falls, it'll have to wait until I'm done eating!"

"Fine, fine, suit yourself." Master Roshi had expected that answer. He patted Broly's sturdy shoulder. "Sea Turtle and I are going out for a while. Keep an eye on the house!"

Broly waved dismissively to show he understood, his gaze never leaving the plate of honey-glazed fruit that was nearly empty.

Master Roshi chuckled and climbed onto Sea Turtle's back with practiced ease.

Sea Turtle sighed in resignation and carried the scheming old man slowly out to sea, heading for the distant shore.

About half an hour later.

Master Roshi rode Sea Turtle back to the shore.

But the confidence he'd had when he left was gone, replaced by an expression that was...

A complicated mix of excitement and disheveled embarrassment.

Master Roshi's face was flushed, and two bright streams of blood trickled from his nostrils. He didn't even bother wiping them away. His eyes were unfocused, and he wore a foolish grin as he muttered to himself nonstop. "Heh heh... blue hair... so cute... such a well-endowed girl... what was that you showed me... heh heh heh..."

Clearly, whatever Bulma had shown him...

Had dealt an unprecedented blow to the eyes and heart of the several-hundred-year-old Master Roshi.

Broly merely lifted his eyes and glanced indifferently at Master Roshi's dazed state and the steady flow of blood.

After making sure the old man could still walk on his own and wasn't dead, Broly immediately returned all his attention to a freshly arranged plate of after-dinner treats.

As far as Broly was concerned, nothing mattered much when there was delicious food around.

And so, a few more peaceful days passed.

The weather was fair that day, the sky clear and blue.

As usual, Broly spread out his trademark blue picnic mat on the beach and began another round of his "gourmet ritual."

Master Roshi, meanwhile, held a broom and half-heartedly swept the sand and fallen leaves around the house.

Sea Turtle lounged on a reef, enjoying a warm sunbath.

Everything seemed no different from countless days before.

But just then—

"Whoosh!"

A golden, fluffy cloud shot through the sky at incredible speed, heading straight for the little island!

Two small figures could just barely be seen on top of it.

"Hey! Hey!"

A lively voice, bright and clear with the distinct ring of a young boy's, carried from the golden cloud from far away, cutting clearly through the sea breeze.

"Who's making such a racket?" Master Roshi stopped sweeping and looked up in confusion, shading his eyes with one hand as he peered into the sky.

Broly, who had been intently savoring a delicate pastry, was also disturbed by the sudden call. He furrowed his brow slightly and glanced indifferently toward the direction the Flying Nimbus was approaching from.

Son Goku leaped down from the Flying Nimbus.

"Who would've thought?" Master Roshi recognized Son Goku. "Isn't this the little fellow I gave the Flying Nimbus to?"

"Is he really Master Roshi?" Chi-Chi asked, looking at him doubtfully.

"Hello, old man! How are you?" Son Goku greeted him with a smile.

"I'm fine." Master Roshi nodded.

"The Flying Nimbus you gave me is really useful." Son Goku pointed at the cloud behind him.

"Of course. It was given to me by a sage." Master Roshi grinned proudly.

"So a sage gave it to you..." Son Goku marveled. Then he spotted Broly and quickly greeted him in a friendly manner. "Hi! How are you?"

Seeing that Son Goku meant no harm and didn't look like he was going to steal any of his food, Broly simply nodded and ignored him.

Broly had clearly noticed the tail behind Son Goku, but he wasn't particularly interested in it.

Broly's greatest interest was eating.

So what if he had a tail?

I have one too!

"What a strange guy..." When Son Goku saw that Broly wasn't paying him any attention, he didn't say anything more.

Chi-Chi stepped down from the Flying Nimbus and looked Broly over with an even stranger expression, but said nothing.

"Hey, little girl who came with Goku, don't be so timid!" Master Roshi called to her with a grin. "When you're standing straight, push your chest out! Like this!"

As he spoke, Master Roshi puffed out his chest and raised his head.

Chi-Chi's pretty face turned bright red with fright.

"Old man, she's Ox-King's daughter," Son Goku said, pointing to Chi-Chi as he introduced her.

"What? Ox-King's daughter?" Master Roshi looked a little surprised.

"Her name is Chi-Chi," Son Goku continued.

"Oh... She doesn't look anything like her father..." Master Roshi gazed up at the sky and sighed faintly.

"Hey, is this old man really Master Roshi?" Chi-Chi asked Son Goku quietly, still doubtful.

"Yes." Son Goku nodded to confirm it.

"I'm going to test his skills!" Chi-Chi said, putting both hands on the axe atop her helmet.

"Huh?" Son Goku was confused. He didn't quite understand.

"If he really is Master Roshi, he'll be able to dodge the axe!" Chi-Chi suddenly swung with all her might, throwing the axe from her helmet toward Master Roshi.