Another Dragon Ball

Seeing the others looking at him, he adjusted his sunglasses and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Bulma exclaimed, "Wow, what a trendy old man!"

Sun Mo lowered his voice and said, "That's Master Roshi. Bulma, stay back..."

Bulma was taken aback at first, then remembered Sun Mo mentioning he was a lecher, and chuckled, "Mm, got it... Don't worry, I won't let him cop a feel."

Son Goku looked at Master Roshi with anticipation.

"Are you Master Roshi, Master Roshi?"

Master Roshi smiled. "That's right, I'm Master Roshi. Hello there! I heard you saved my turtle!"

He glanced at the three of them and asked, "Who exactly was it?"

The turtle pointed straight at Son Goku.

"It was him!"

Master Roshi laughed. "Is that so? Then you've really gone to trouble. As thanks, I'll give you a treasure!"

Wukong blinked, curious. "A treasure?"

Master Roshi didn't explain. He raised his staff to the sky and shouted, "Come forth, Phoenix!"

Nothing happened.

The turtle reminded him, "Uh, that Phoenix fellow already died of food poisoning."

Master Roshi scratched his head.

"Did he?"

"Seems so. Good grief, I'm getting old, forgetting so much..."

Bulma couldn't help asking, "I don't know what a Phoenix is, but can a Phoenix even die?"

Master Roshi coughed and explained, "I named him Phoenix because I wanted him to live forever..."

Bulma: "..."

Master Roshi talked as he pondered.

"Since the Phoenix is gone, I'll give this away instead!"

With that, he shouted again, "Flying Nimbus!"

"Whoosh!"

A cloud drifted over and landed in front of Master Roshi.

Sun Mo looked at the cloud, his emotions stirring.

"So this is the Flying Nimbus?"

"I wonder if I can ride it."

Wukong stared at the Flying Nimbus, then at Master Roshi.

"How do you eat this?"

Master Roshi explained to Wukong, "This is a treasure, not food. If you ride the Flying Nimbus, you can soar through the sky!"

Hearing it could take him flying, Wukong perked up.

"I can fly in the sky?"

Master Roshi explained, "Amazing, right? But only those with a pure heart can ride this cloud. In other words, you have to be a good kid. Let me show you!"

With that, Master Roshi leaped toward the Flying Nimbus.

"Thud!"

Without any resistance, Master Roshi fell straight through.

"Ow ow ow, my back..."

Bulma couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Sun Mo asked curiously, "Master Roshi, could you ride it before?"

Master Roshi replied, "Of course... otherwise, where would I have gotten this thing."

Sun Mo nodded as if suddenly understanding.

"So that's it. It seems a change in one's state of mind has a huge impact..."

Indeed, cultivating the heart was an indispensable step on the path to strength!

As for how to cultivate it, Sun Mo didn't know either, but he understood that some things required a catalyst, a spark of inspiration.

He only needed to train hard enough and grow stronger. He was confident that when he reached certain realms, everything would come in due time.

Son Goku was eager to fly. "Can I give it a try?"

Master Roshi rubbed his lower back. "Of course you can. If you can ride it, it's yours!"

"Then I'll try!"

Wukong jumped up excitedly.

He didn't fall through. The Flying Nimbus caught him steady.

Wukong was thrilled. "Wow, great! I'm on it!"

The sea turtle's face lit up with joy.

"He can ride it. That's wonderful."

Master Roshi scratched his head. "Looks like the Flying Nimbus isn't broken..."

Wukong stepped on the Flying Nimbus and circled the sky several times, moving with exceptional agility.

After an exhilarating flight, Wukong floated back down in front of Master Roshi on the cloud.

"Old man, this is amazing! Thank you!"

Master Roshi praised him. "Good, you've got great control of the cloud."

Bulma watched with envy, forgetting Sun Mo's warning.

She immediately said, "Old man, I want one too. Give me one as well."

Master Roshi turned to the sea turtle. "Did she save you?"

The turtle replied, "No, not at all!"

Bulma fumed and shot back, "What do you mean 'not at all'?

The water you drank was mine!"

The sea turtle pointed at Sun Mo. "I remember now, but the water I drank was from him!"

Bulma retorted, "He's my boyfriend. What's his is mine..."

Master Roshi looked at Sun Mo and scratched his head in trouble.

"What a headache. But unfortunately, I only have one Flying Nimbus."

Sun Mo quickly said, "No need to worry. I don't want it."

Though Sun Mo also wanted the Flying Nimbus, it was Wukong's destined opportunity. He had never thought of taking it.

Bulma immediately stepped in front of Sun Mo. "Are you stupid? If you don't want it, give it to me..."

Sun Mo looked at Bulma and shook his head. "It's useless. Even if you had the Flying Nimbus, you couldn't ride it."

Bulma scowled. "What do you mean? Are you saying my heart isn't pure enough?"

Sun Mo nodded.

"It's fine. Even if your heart isn't pure, I won't hold it against you..."

"How dare you call this beautiful girl impure!!!"

Bulma glared at Wukong and said angrily, "Get down. Give me the Flying Nimbus to try!"

Wukong immediately got off.

Bulma jumped up, and sure enough, with a thud, she fell straight through.

She clutched her rear, tears nearly streaming from the pain.

"Wah... why?"

"Is being too beautiful a crime?"

Sun Mo and Wukong wanted to laugh but held it in, afraid to.

Sensing Bulma was about to throw a bigger tantrum, Sun Mo quickly thought of a way to change the subject.

He looked at Master Roshi. A rope hung around his collar, with a Dragon Ball at the end, faintly visible beneath his floral shirt.

"Master Roshi, could you give me that ball?"

Master Roshi paused, then took off the Dragon Ball from around his neck.

"You mean this?

I picked this up a long time ago. I was planning to sell it for a high price..."

Bulma spotted the Dragon Ball, and her expression instantly lit up.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the Dragon Ball... Old man, can you give this to us?"

The sea turtle said, "Just give it to them. If you sell it for cash, you'll only blow it on a couple of trips to the Nightclub anyway..."

Master Roshi had lived for three hundred years and didn't care much about material things.

After only a moment's thought, he handed the Dragon Ball over.

"Fine, it's been sitting unsold for decades anyway, so I'll just give it to you..."

Bulma snatched the Dragon Ball first, overjoyed.

"Great, another Dragon Ball found, hahahaha..."

She bounced up and down with glee, her curvaceous figure faintly visible beneath her clothes.

Master Roshi suddenly noticed that Bulma's figure under her tracksuit was quite something.

He immediately scratched his butt and asked a little sheepishly:

"Look, I've given you my treasure—how about letting me see your panties..."

Before he could finish, Sun Mo cut him off: "No deal. We don't want the Dragon Ball anymore..."

With that, Sun Mo took the Dragon Ball from Bulma's hand and shoved it back into Master Roshi's.

Master Roshi was stunned for a moment.

This kid—decisive as hell!

Won't even let me peek at your girlfriend's panties, what a cheapskate!

How embarrassing!

Master Roshi stared at the Dragon Ball in his hand and muttered to himself, "Well, I guess this thing isn't worth much after all..."

Bulma, seeing Sun Mo get jealous and protective over her, felt a secret thrill and didn't rush to demand the Dragon Ball back.

After all, what she really wanted was never the Dragon Ball—it was the boyfriend she'd been dreaming of.

Master Roshi, trying to save face, said, "Ah, young people, no need to be so hot-tempered!

I was just joking earlier. It's just a little ball—since I said I'd give it to you, I'll give it to you..."