Brothers by Different Fathers and Mothers

Sun Mo said they should go back to find Goku, but Bulma had a flash of inspiration. "No need to go back, that's too much trouble. I can find him."

"Oh, you know where he is?"

Bulma smiled. "You forgot? He's got a Four-Star Ball on him. I can track his location in real time."

Sun Mo's face lit up with realization.

"Right, I almost forgot."

Bulma pulled out the radar and tapped it a couple of times.

The radar displayed the Four-Star Ball's position.

"See? He's not behind us—he went off course..."

Sun Mo looked in the general direction where Goku was. There were some dirt slopes, and the ground was thick with vegetation and thorns. In short, no path.

Goku must have taken the wrong way, which was why he and Bulma hadn't caught up.

Bulma mused, "But the car can't get through those thorns.

Looks like if we want to find him, we'll have to loop back..."

With that, she turned to Sun Mo. "How about we head straight for the Ocean instead?

The coast is all Beach, so we should be able to meet him there."

The whole bumpy ride had worn her out from driving.

Sun Mo didn't even need to think—she just didn't want the hassle of tracking Goku down.

Sun Mo shook his head. "No need. We don't have to go around."

"Huh?" A hint of confusion crossed Bulma's face.

Sun Mo stowed the car into a Hoi-Poi Capsule as he said, "As long as I want to walk, the road is right under my feet."

With that, he headed off down a small path on the other side.

Bulma watched him casually step onto the thorns, not caring when they snagged his clothes.

She called out, "You can get through, but I'm a girl—how am I supposed to manage?

It's fine if the thorns tear my clothes, but if they scratch my skin, it'll hurt..."

Sun Mo turned back and waved at her. "I know. Come on, I'll carry you across!"

Carry her?

Bulma's expression softened immediately.

Having a boyfriend felt great—he could protect her, and he could care for her.

She secretly rejoiced: I knew you had me in your heart...

Soon, she was lying on Sun Mo's back.

Feeling his warmth, the scent of him, Bulma felt like she was melting.

Every moment, she wanted to know more about him.

After walking a while, Bulma asked, "Sun Mo, is Goku your little brother?"

Sun Mo thought for a moment. "Sort of..."

Bulma looked puzzled. "What do you mean, 'sort of'?"

Sun Mo explained, "We're brothers without sharing a father or mother. But honestly, I don't know which of us is older."

Bulma's face showed surprise.

"What are you talking about? Brothers without sharing a father or mother?

What kind of relationship is that? I don't get it."

Sun Mo clarified, "Well, it's easy to understand.

We were both picked up and adopted by our grandpa..."

Bulma's face lit up with realization.

"I see. Now I get it.

But you're probably a lot older than him—you're a head taller, after all..."

"Something like that..."

Sun Mo didn't elaborate.

Some Saiyans grew to over two meters as adults, while others only reached one point four meters.

Usually, height shot up around fourteen or fifteen, and it was normal for that growth spurt to come early or late.

But Saiyans only cared about battle power, not height.

A moment later, the two found Goku.

He and the Turtle were tending a fire, with a giant Dinosaur roasting above it, sizzling with grease.

Seeing Sun Mo and Bulma arrive, Wukong grinned and looked at them.

"Hey, why'd you guys come over too?"

Bulma hopped down from Sun Mo, hands on her hips. "You idiot, and here we were thinking of going back to find you, and you're roasting meat?"

The Sea Turtle beside him explained, "That's not how it was.

This dinosaur spotted us on the way and grabbed me.

Then he saved me and killed the dinosaur. Since we hadn't had breakfast yet, he roasted it..."

Bulma stared in shock at the cooked dinosaur, a chill of fear running through her.

Good thing she hadn't gone alone—a weak girl like her would've definitely been eaten by that dinosaur.

Sun Mo didn't say anything. He walked over to the dinosaur, tore off a piece of meat, and took a bite.

"Not bad for dinosaur meat. Tastes great even without salt..."

Wukong laughed. "Sun Mo, I think life down the mountain is way better than on Mount Paozu.

Just now I saw a herd of elephants. Wonder if they taste good..."

Sun Mo nodded. "We'll kill one and find out later. I've never tried it either..."

Bulma overheard their conversation and swallowed hard.

These two brothers were like Siberian Tigers dropped into Africa.

What was a life-or-death trial for her was just an all-you-can-eat buffet for them.

A little while later, the three of them ate their fill, and even the Sea Turtle joined in for some dinosaur meat.

After another half hour of travel, they finally reached the seaside.

The Sea Turtle said he'd repay them and told them to wait, so they stayed put on the beach.

Bulma gazed at the sun, the sand, the ocean, then looked down at her tracksuit and sighed with regret.

"Ah, such a beautiful sea!

What a shame—if only I'd brought a swimsuit..."

Hearing Bulma, Sun Mo had a sudden realization. "I see. I think I understand why Master Roshi likes living on an island."

Wukong blinked, curious. "Sun Mo, do you think this Sea Turtle's 'Turtle Hermit' is really an immortal?"

Bulma turned to Sun Mo too.

"You talk like you know him. Are there really immortals in this world?"

Sun Mo said, "Of course there are, but the Turtle Hermit isn't one.

Still, Grandpa's teacher was the Turtle Hermit, known as Master Roshi."

Wukong was startled.

"So it's the same guy!"

Sun Mo nodded. "Yeah!

He's a lecherous old man who lives on an island.

I think he stays there just to watch swimsuit beauties on the beach."

Son Goku didn't care about his lechery—only his strength.

He asked with great interest, "Sun Mo, since Master Roshi was Grandpa's teacher, he must be stronger than Grandpa, right?"

Sun Mo thought for a moment. "Not necessarily. People keep growing after they've learned their lessons..."

Bulma immediately agreed. "Sun Mo's right!

There's a saying: a student doesn't have to be worse than the teacher, and the teacher doesn't have to be better than the student."

"Bulma's the cultured one!"

Bulma grinned. "Of course! I'm just a student, but I think I'm way smarter than my teachers..."

Sun Mo looked at her smug expression and didn't argue.

If someone else said that, it might be bragging, but Dr. Brief's daughter was a genius among geniuses—hardly a boast.

Still, Sun Mo corrected her. "But Master Roshi has lived long and knows a lot.

His understanding of martial arts is deep, and we should learn from him."

Wukong nodded. "I know. Grandpa said there are plenty of strong people in this world..."

As they chatted, a voice came from across the sea.

"Hey there, how's it going!"

They looked over. A scrawny little old man in a floral shirt and floral shorts, with thin arms and legs, was waving at them.

He was standing on the very Sea Turtle they'd just sent back.