"Where'd this brat come from? If you want money, go find your family. Quit hanging around me. Now get lost, or I'll beat you up." The punk, his hair dyed some garish color, took a drag on his cigarette. When he saw a little kid hugging a clay jar, he impatiently shooed him away.
"Hahaha, why pick on a little kid?" another punk said, leaning against the wall and puffing away.
One of the punks noticed Roland approaching and saw his handsome, delicate features. He reached out to pinch Roland's cheek. "This kid's pretty cute. Come on, let your big brother take a look." Someone jeered, "Buso, haven't you been able to find a woman? You're even going after a little kid now?"
"Can't deny it, this kid's got pretty, delicate features."
"Hahaha." The punks laughed merrily.
Roland watched them coldly, a sneer in his heart.
As one of them reached for him, a cold glint flashed in Roland's eyes. He turned aside to dodge, then clenched his fist and THUD! slammed a powerful punch into the man's stomach. The man let out a groan, collapsed to the ground, and clutched his belly, writhing in pain.
Seeing this, the other punks stubbed out their cigarettes and rushed over to help. Roland knocked them all to the ground in just a few quick moves. Since it happened in an alley, the punks' groans didn't draw anyone's attention.
"You guys really like roughhousing, huh? Lucky for you, so do I."
A cruel smile tugged at Roland's lips. He gathered a little energy, then stomped his foot. BOOM! The ground beneath him suddenly sank, and with a violent tremor, irregular cracks spread across the earth.
The punks stared, dumbfounded, frightened out of their wits by the sight before them. They begged for mercy as they shouted, "Please spare us, kid! We'll never do it again! Please!" They kept kowtowing as they spoke.
Roland looked at them coldly, then broke into a bright smile. "Hand over everything valuable you've got."
"Huh?" The men didn't understand at first.
"Hand over your money. Now."
Hugging his clay jar, Roland repeated himself. Since they were in this deserted alley, he didn't have to worry about attracting anyone else.
The punks exchanged glances, but they didn't dare disobey. They quickly handed over all the money and belongings on them: seven wallets and several boxes of little capsules.
Roland took the money and counted it. There was only a little over three thousand in cash. He had no use for the bank cards, so he felt a little disappointed. The truly valuable items were the boxes of Hoi-Poi Capsules. He weighed them in his hand, tossed the wallets on the ground, then took off into the air as the punks watched.
"He flew away!"
"He can actually fly! He's gotta be a monster!"
Only after Roland disappeared did the punks come to their senses. They looked at the ground he'd destroyed with such ease as if they'd seen a demon, their eyes filled with terror.
"Boss, should we call the police?" one of the punks asked shakily. SMACK! Their leader slapped him and cursed, "Go ahead and call them. You think the police will believe us if we say a four- or five-year-old kid robbed us and then flew away?"
"Damn it, let's all go home. What a rotten day."
Near a remote field outside town, a blurry figure suddenly flickered into view. Roland appeared with the things he'd stolen. He opened the little boxes containing the Hoi-Poi Capsules and inspected their contents one by one.
He pressed the button on a capsule and tossed it toward an empty field in the distance. With a POOF of white smoke, a jet motorcycle appeared out of nowhere. It had a fairly modern design and no wheels, just like the ones described in the anime.
Hoi-Poi Capsules could hold enormous objects.
He tried the remaining capsules. A few were blank, while the rest held only some everyday appliances and vehicles. There were no expensive items like houses or motorhomes.
That made sense. How could a few little punks own so many valuable things?
"A little over three thousand should be enough to buy a few blank capsules."
Roland shook his head in disappointment and put all the capsules away.
Blank capsules weren't expensive. They were portable storage containers for everyday items, and the price was very low. A standard box of seven capsules cost just over a thousand. The purchasing power of Earth's currency was about the same as that of the renminbi in his previous life.
Back in town, he used the money he'd stolen to rent a hotel room and took a nice hot shower, washing away all the sweat and stink. Then he bought a few sets of clothes that fit. He'd barely spent anything, but his cash was almost gone.
"Money sure doesn't go far!"
With that thought, Roland took out a small cloth pouch and put more than twenty Senzu Beans inside. He put the rest into a blank Hoi-Poi Capsule. After patting the capsule in his hand, he tucked it away carefully against his body.
Earth was different from the planet Roland had lived on before. He couldn't get by without money here. To maintain a good quality of life and enjoy Earth's delicious food, he needed to get his hands on a fortune.
Once he had money, everything else would be easy.
"Right, I remember Goku once entered an underground pirate treasure vault with General Blue of the Red Ribbon Army. It was filled with gold, silver, and jewels." Although the pirates' vault was underwater, that wouldn't pose a problem for Roland.
According to the clues in the manga, the vault wasn't far from Master Roshi's Kame House, and its entrance was easy to spot.
With that plan in mind, Roland checked out the next day and hurried toward the ocean. Master Roshi's island was near the East Sea. He used the Scouter to scan eastward, quickly pinpointed Kame House, and then searched the surrounding area.
Six days passed, and Roland was still searching across the ocean. Looking out over the vast, deep-blue sea, he began to furrow his brows.
"It should be somewhere around here."
He'd flown around the whole sea several times, searching according to the clues he knew. "The location's right, but where's the entrance?"
Could it be that the pirates hadn't built the vault yet? No, judging by the scenes in the manga, the vault had to have been built at least several decades ago. Otherwise, it couldn't have accumulated so much treasure. It definitely existed.
Suddenly, Roland slapped his forehead. Why hadn't he gotten a metal detector? Most of the treasure in the vault was gold and silver jewelry, so a high-precision metal detector should be able to find it. With that thought, Roland immediately flew to a nearby city and used the money he had left to buy a detector.
When he returned to the ocean, it didn't take long for him to detect a strong signal.
Following the detector's readings, Roland searched around and finally found the entrance to the underwater vault.
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