The Lingering Red Ribbon Army

Bulma stood up excitedly at the sight of Sun Mo, but it drew the helicopter's full barrage.

"Biu! biu! biu!"

Sparks immediately burst from the rock, the gunfire visibly racing toward Bulma.

"Get down!" the Blonde Girl beside her shouted.

But before Bulma could drop, Sun Mo's figure had already flashed in front of her.

Facing the rain of bullets, Sun Mo swung his hands rapidly, leaving afterimages of martial arts in the air.

No more sparks from bullets striking the stone appeared on the ground.

"Wh... what?"

The two pilots in the helicopter were stunned, their eyes nearly popping out.

"What kind of monster is that, not afraid of bullets..."

Seeing this, the two children beside Bulma also widened their eyes.

"Is he catching bullets with his bare hands..."

This was completely beyond ordinary people's understanding.

Sun Mo looked up and coldly glanced at the two helicopters.

Then he flicked his wrist, hurling the bullets he had caught back at the helicopters.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!..."

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The rain of bullets instantly engulfed the helicopters. In less than a second, both exploded.

In a brief moment, the helicopters and the two pilots were reduced to wreckage, falling into the sea with flames and black smoke.

Sun Mo turned back to Bulma and asked, "Are you alright?"

Bulma snapped out of it, jumped up excitedly, and hugged Sun Mo tightly.

"Thank goodness, Sun Mo, you came just in time! I almost got killed just now!"

Sun Mo said with a hint of complaint, "Finding the Dragon Balls is Goku's business. He's training along the way. Why did you have to tag along and cause trouble..."

Bulma fidgeted a little and said, "It's because I was bored.

You said you'd come find me, but then you went to Korin Tower and didn't come back for so long..."

"Sorry, my fault. Now let's go back to West City together.

Anyway, Goku doesn't need to collect all the Dragon Balls; his main goal is the training on the road.

Tagging along with Goku won't help much—you'll just hold him back..."

Bulma sighed and said, "I hate to admit it, but you're spot on!

Earlier, the Dragon Radar broke, and Goku and Krillin walked all the way to West City to find me for repairs. I flew them here in my plane, and they didn't even appreciate it..."

Sun Mo knew that if Goku hadn't chosen to walk instead of using the Flying Nimbus to find the Dragon Balls, he would have already reached the Red Ribbon Army headquarters. Master Roshi making him walk was exactly why Goku's progress was so slow.

"Then let's head back?" Sun Mo asked.

Bulma nodded. "Yeah!"

She turned to the two children and said gratefully, "You saved me just now. Thank you so much!"

The Black-Haired Boy finally recovered from his shock. He looked at Sun Mo, a flicker of awe for such immense power in his eyes.

"It's... it's nothing. No need to thank us..." the boy replied awkwardly.

The Blonde Girl, however, was still staring blankly at Sun Mo.

Seeing Sun Mo look at them kindly, she couldn't help asking curiously, "I didn't see wrong, did I? You caught bullets with your hands?"

Sun Mo nodded. "Yes, but catching bullets barehanded isn't that impressive. You can do it too if you train hard enough."

"Train hard enough, and you really won't be afraid of bullets?"

The two looked doubtful.

Bulma immediately laughed. "My boyfriend's right. He got stronger step by step too.

I saw you two taking down those bad guys just now—you're pretty skilled.

I believe that if you train well, when you grow up, you'll be just as strong as my boyfriend. Keep it up..."

The two exchanged an excited glance and nodded together.

The boy said, "Got it. We'll work hard to train!"

"Well then, goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

After parting with the two kids, the pair arrived at the beach where Wukong had previously gone into the water. Two sets of Turtle School Martial Arts Gis lay on the sand—one belonged to Wukong, the other to Krillin.

After a short wait, Krillin and Wukong both came ashore.

Spotting Sun Mo, Wukong exclaimed excitedly, "Sun Mo, what are you doing here?"

Sun Mo replied, "I came to find Bulma, of course..."

Wukong shot Bulma a disdainful look and said, "You came for Bulma? That's great. Take her away, will you? She's been nothing but trouble tagging along with us..."

Bulma's face instantly bulged with veins as she snapped, "Son Goku, you ungrateful jerk! The radar broke, and you begged me to fix it, and now you're saying I'm dead weight?!"

Sun Mo tuned out Bulma and Wukong's squabbling and turned to Krillin.

"Looks like you didn't find the Dragon Ball?"

Krillin said while pulling on his clothes, "Yeah, the seabed's too deep. Neither Wukong nor I can hold our breath that long. If you ask me, we need a submarine to get that Dragon Ball."

Wukong, already dressed, suggested, "Hey, we could go find Master Roshi. He probably has a submarine."

Sun Mo pulled out the Hoi-Poi Capsule case Dr. Brief had given him and said, "A submarine? I've got one..."

Bulma was startled.

"Hey, isn't that my Hoi-Poi Capsule?"

Sun Mo nodded. "Yeah, your dad said you grabbed the wrong capsule, so he asked me to bring it to you."

Bulma cheered, "Awesome! With a submarine, we can find that Dragon Ball at the bottom of the sea."

Sun Mo couldn't help but ask, "Weren't you planning to go back? Just give the submarine to Krillin—he can drive it!"

Krillin said, "Sun Mo, you're overestimating me. I can't actually pilot a submarine. I can barely handle Master Roshi's old one..."

Bulma shrugged and grinned, "See? I told you, you can't do without me!" She looped her arm through Sun Mo's and said smugly, "Since we're here anyway, let's search together. With you by my side, I've got nothing to fear."

No doubt, this would cut into Sun Mo's training time again.

Sun Mo had no choice but to nod. "Fine, we'll find this Dragon Ball together, then leave."

Krillin said excitedly, "It's great to have you two helping. Bulma, hurry up and take out the submarine!"

"Got it!" Bulma opened the Hoi-Poi Capsule and released the submarine.

Soon, the four of them were inside, and Bulma piloted it underwater.

Krillin held the Dragon Radar and kept directing.

"A bit more to the left, go straight for a while, then lower a bit..."

"Look, there's a cave over there. It's kind of narrow—can our submarine fit through?"

Bulma smirked confidently. "Of course, no problem. My driving skills could go pro..."

Just then, several torpedoes shot toward them, but none hit. Instead, they blasted into the rocks. After the violent explosion, the seawater in that area turned murky.

Bulma blinked in surprise and asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

Sun Mo said, "Obviously, someone's attacking us."

Bulma asked in panic, "Why? Who would attack us for no reason?"

Wukong complained, "It's those Red Ribbon Army guys again. They're like a bunch of restless ghosts..."

Bulma was stunned.

"Wait, wait, Wukong, what did you say they are?"