Dragon Ball

"Yes, that's the one."

Son Gohan's aged voice replied, "I found it in the valley some years ago. I thought it looked nice, so I kept it with me. Since it's something you want, I'll give it to you."

"Old man, thank you!" Roland's attitude turned enthusiastic instantly. He took the Dragon Ball, thinking to himself that this old man was actually quite amiable.

The Dragon Balls were divine artifacts created by Kami. Due to the principle of refraction, the red stars inside could be seen from any angle. Once all seven were collected, one could summon Shenron and make a wish that did not exceed Kami's authority. Although the Earth's Dragon Balls could not compare in power to the Namekian Dragon Balls or the cosmic-level Super Dragon Balls, they were still extremely precious to Roland at the moment.

"Don't mention it!" Son Gohan chuckled, then suddenly let out a surprised sound. His gaze toward Roland became astonished. "Little brother, you seem to possess a truly terrifying power."

"You can tell?" Roland looked at Son Gohan.

Aside from their refined techniques, Roland had never held the strength of Earth's martial artists in high regard. Among them, Son Gohan's strength was quite good, but merely passable. The physique of Earthlings was their greatest flaw; even Son Gohan could only release a few energy blasts, and because the charging time was so long, they were impractical in actual combat.

Therefore, in a low-level "low-martial environment," the efficiency of hand-to-hand combat far surpassed that of energy blasts. Using energy blasts in real combat was actually inefficient, which was the exact opposite of the situation in the wider universe.

With his current strength, Son Gohan could not yet sense the ki of others; that required special training at the Lookout or a combat power exceeding 200. However, observing from close range, Son Gohan could more or less perceive the terrifying nature of Roland.

"Pardon me!" Son Gohan suddenly lunged forward, throwing a tentative punch. He was fast, and a sharp gust of wind swept toward Roland.

But to Roland, all of this was as slow as a snail, and the force was weak and powerless.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and his small palm suddenly shot out, stopping Son Gohan's fist.

Bang! The attack came to an abrupt halt. A rebounding force surged, sending Son Gohan flying backward for over ten meters. His heels dug into the ground, carving two deep trenches.

"Impressive. Even Master Roshi couldn't force me back in a single move. What a terrifying brat!" Son Gohan was exceptionally shocked. The child before him, who looked only five years old, contained extraordinary power within his body.

"You are no match for me."

Hearing the child's immature voice, Son Gohan looked at Roland with deep, contemplative eyes and sighed.

"Incredible. I don't know who you are, but you possess such terrifying strength."

Tights, having recovered from her initial stupor, jumped in to show off: "Roland is a Saiyan. He's been living in seclusion all this time."

"A Saiyan?" Son Gohan pondered for a moment and shook his head. "It seems I am ill-informed; I have never heard of the Saiyan tribe. Remarkable. I suspect even Master Roshi would be no match for you."

That old pervert Master Roshi is certainly no match for me... Roland looked proud. And this Tights, she really thinks Saiyans are just some ethnic minority on Earth.

After obtaining the Four-Star Ball, Roland did not linger. After bidding farewell, he dragged a reluctant Tights away from Mount Paozu.

Tights was very excited along the way, as she had finally witnessed a clash between martial artists. Although it was only one move, the two deep trenches carved into the ground by their feet revealed the hidden side of the world to her, making her feel as if she had stepped through the gates of a new world.

"Roland, what do you want this strange orb for?"

On the way back, Tights held the Dragon Ball up to observe it. Strangely, the four stars inside looked exactly the same from every angle.

"This thing is called a Dragon Ball, a divine artifact created by Kami."

"Is there really a Kami in this world? Tell me more..." Tights' interest was piqued again.

Roland hacked through the thorns on the side of the road and said, "Kami exists. Although he's nothing special, there is a Korin Tower in the northern Korin's Sacred Land, where the Martial Arts Immortal—Korin—lives..." Tights quickly interjected, "I've heard of that! Legend says if you climb Korin Tower with your bare hands, you can meet the Immortal and receive his guidance. Isn't that just a myth?"

"Don't interrupt me!" Roland glared at her, and Tights obediently shut her mouth.

Roland continued, "Korin is indeed real. In fact, there is an even more vast space above Korin Tower. There is a Lookout there, and that is where Earth's Kami resides."

Eh, there really is a Kami! Tights couldn't help but want to interrupt again, but having learned her lesson, she quickly covered her mouth.

He took the Dragon Ball from Tights and held it up to the sun. "These Dragon Balls were created by Kami. There are seven in total. As long as you collect the seven Dragon Balls scattered across the world, you can summon Shenron. Shenron can grant the summoner one wish. The last person to collect the Dragon Balls ended up becoming a king, but that was over a hundred years ago."

"How magical! Let's go find the Dragon Balls."

This is the perfect way to broaden my horizons. Tights felt that if she wrote these elements into her novel, it would definitely be a huge hit.

"Finding the Dragon Balls requires a Dragon Radar."

"I can ask my father to make one! He's the one who invented the Hoi-Poi Capsule technology. A radar would be easy for him." Tights boasted, revealing her family background.

I was waiting for you to say that. Roland chuckled. After feigning hesitation, he reluctantly agreed to go with Tights to West City to find her father, Dr. Brief.

"Hee hee, then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Pointing toward the mountain path, Tights shouted with high spirits, full of energy.

"Alright, let's go!"

Roland wore a faint smile. With Tights helping to lobby, Dr. Brief would likely agree to help develop the Dragon Radar. The two then rode a motorcycle away from the territory of Mount Paozu. When passing through a small town, Tights suggested stopping at a store to buy some clothes.

Because she only had one outfit, she had been forced to sleep wrapped in a bath towel every night, and such a difficult life made her feel the full extent of the hardship.

Roland actually quite liked that life; after all, he got to lie down with a beautiful woman every night.

But faced with Tights' request, he couldn't seem to refuse. He watched as she swept through the mall like a whirlwind, grabbing various styles. Watching dress after dress, shirt after shirt, lingerie, and jeans being tossed into the shopping cart... Tsk, this woman is really rich. Can she even wear all of that?

Tights' answer was: better safe than sorry.