99% Pervert, a Rare Breed!

"Me?"

When Bulma asked, Son Gohan silently weighed up his own character.

"99% pervert. A rare breed!"

"I'll pass on trying the Flying Nimbus. Let Goku have a go. I still like Ribut a little more."

He laughed and quietly shuffled backward.

Son Goku had no idea what being polite meant. The moment he heard Gohan give the go-ahead, he sprang three feet into the air and leaped onto the cloud with a whoosh.

"Yeah! I'm a good kid!"

Son Goku bounced up and down on the Flying Nimbus, showing how happy he was.

"Huh? It really can carry people!"

Bulma stared in amazement.

"Darn it! Am I really that bad of a person?"

Watching Son Goku with the Ruyi Jingu Bang on his back and his feet on the Flying Nimbus left Son Gohan a little dazed.

"I have to admit, it really does look right with Goku riding the Flying Nimbus!"

A scene he'd once only seen in anime had now become reality.

On so many sleepless nights, he'd been afraid that if he opened his eyes, he'd be back in that world where he'd been worked like an ox and a horse.

"Since the gears of fate have started turning, I need to work even harder!"

"My, my! I missed him earlier. There's another uncut gem here!"

Master Roshi circled the Flying Nimbus, looking up at Son Goku with amazement.

With Son Gohan there earlier, he really had overlooked this kid. Now he saw that Goku could stand on the Flying Nimbus, and that his heart was so pure.

"With a little guidance, he'll surely achieve as much as I have! Perhaps he might even surpass me and reach Master Mutaito's level!"

"For a Martial Artist, cultivating the mind is paramount. Although Son Goku's ki feels much weaker than Son Gohan's, a closer look makes it clear that his pure heart is the rarest treasure of all!"

"He's making this old man jealous!"

It took him a good while to calm his restless heart.

"Hey, kid! Sense the Flying Nimbus's will. Treasures have spirits, so it'll understand what you want!"

"Honestly, Gohan's the one who's got some nerve. He has such an impressive grandson and never brought him to me for guidance. I am the God of Martial Arts, after all. It'd be beneath me to ask him to take me as his master!"

Every so often, he glanced at Son Goku standing on the Flying Nimbus, then at Son Gohan nearby, silently cheering himself on.

"Martial Arts have fallen into decline on Earth. It's been a long time since we've had any promising young Martial Artists. The few there are have ties to that old geezer."

"I really want to take them on as my students right now!"

"No. I have to keep my dignity. Just this once! If they don't beg me to take them on, I'll do it the next time we meet!"

While Son Goku took the Flying Nimbus for a test drive in the sky after Master Roshi's advice, Bulma had noticed the Dragon Ball hanging from his neck, and her eyes lit up.

Son Gohan had been keeping an eye on her, so he noticed her reaction too. Seeing that Bulma was about to speak, he hurriedly grabbed her and shook his head.

He hadn't forgotten that aside from being the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi was also a part-time old pervert. No, more accurately, being an old pervert was his true nature. He was a lecher to the bone and always looked for ways to take advantage of girls. Martial Arts were just a sideline.

"Old Turtle, besides Son Goku, his younger brother carried me too, and even shared some bear meat with me. You can't slight him!"

Old Turtle really was a good guy. Seeing that Son Goku had the Flying Nimbus while Son Gohan was left empty-handed, he spoke up at just the right moment.

"So that's how it is. Let me think of something else I could give him. How about learning a few moves from me?"

Master Roshi rubbed his bald head, unsure what to give. After all, he'd lived a long time and naturally had plenty of treasures, but there were very few he could actually give away.

So he simply began hinting that Son Gohan should become his student.

Of course, Son Gohan didn't need him to think about it. His goal was already clear, wasn't it?

"Master Mutaito, please give us this Dragon Ball. That way, you might still get the chance to see Grandpa Gohan."

He had no intention of deceiving Master Roshi. He immediately explained the purpose of their journey, along with what the Dragon Balls could do.

"Now that you mention it, it really would make a suitable gift. I haven't seen Gohan in a long time, either!"

"But..."

He hesitated, glancing at Bulma beside him. Her graceful figure was turned toward him, and her eyes were fixed on the Dragon Ball at his chest, shining with desire. Of course, he could tell that the little girl wanted the ball too.

That made him want to take advantage of the situation.

Son Gohan followed his gaze, frowned slightly, then stepped in front of Master Roshi.

"Master Mutaito, then we gratefully accept your kind offer!"

He stood straight and respectfully performed a Martial Arts salute.

"My, my! What a sly little fellow!"

Master Roshi had lived a long, long time. He could see right through Son Gohan's little scheme.

But although he was a bit of a lecher, he still had the dignity of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. He naturally wouldn't get angry with a junior.

"Since it's no use to me, and is nothing more than a decoration, I'll give it to you!"

He smiled and shook his head, then took the Dragon Ball necklace from around his neck.

"Thank you!"

Son Gohan bowed once more.

Just then, Son Goku returned after flying around in the sky. Son Gohan pulled him over, and the two brothers stepped forward together.

"Master Mutaito, we have another request. Please consider it."

"Grandpa has always told us that your Martial Arts are divine, and that you're the greatest Martial Artist on Earth. He was your student, too."

"Grandpa laid a foundation for us, but he said he couldn't teach us the true secrets of Martial Arts without your permission."

"He planned to bring us to pay our respects once we were a little older, but then something unexpected happened."

"In short, we brothers want to become your students and learn Martial Arts from you. Please take us in. We're begging you!"

Son Gohan had been thinking this over for a long time. If he went looking for Master Roshi by himself, the world was so vast that it would be like searching for a needle in the ocean. So he hadn't rushed into action during all those years at Mount Paozu.

Now that they'd met, of course he had to seize the opportunity.

"My, my! You've got a good eye, kid!"

Master Roshi's eyes lit up. This kid was simply right up his alley!

He'd been worrying about how to invite these two promising youngsters to become his students, and now they'd taken the initiative themselves.

Of course, although he was delighted inside, he still had to put on a little airs.

He gave a light cough and composed his turbulent feelings.

"My, my! I've been living in seclusion for years. I haven't stretched my muscles in ages!"

"In principle, I've stopped taking on students..."