99% Pervert, Rare Item!

"Me?"

As Bulma's question left her lips, Son Gohan silently assessed his own composition.

"Ninety-nine percent lecher, one percent rare treasure!"

"I won't try this Flying Nimbus. Let Son Goku do it. I prefer Ribut a bit more."

He chuckled and subtly shifted his position backward.

Son Goku knew nothing of politeness. Seeing that Gohan had spoken, and having been coveting it for a long time, he leaped three feet into the air with a "swoosh" and jumped onto it.

"Yay! I'm a good boy!"

Son Goku happily bounced and jumped on the Flying Nimbus, expressing his joy.

"Huh? It can really carry people?"

Bulma was somewhat dumbfounded.

"Damn it! Am I some kind of bad person?"

Son Gohan watched Son Goku, with the Ruyi Jingu Bang on his back and the Flying Nimbus beneath his feet, and fell into a daze for a moment.

"I have to admit, it really has the right 'look' for Son Goku to ride this Flying Nimbus!"

A scene he could only see in anime before had now become reality.

There were so many sleepless nights in the past when he feared he would wake up and be back in that world of toiling like an ox.

"Since the gears of fate have already turned, I must work even harder!"

"Oh my, I misjudged just now. There's a piece of uncarved jade here too!"

Master Roshi circled the Flying Nimbus, looking at Son Goku on it with a face full of surprise.

Just now, because Son Gohan was there, he had overlooked this kid. Now, seeing him standing on the Flying Nimbus with such a clear heart.

"If guided properly, his future achievements will surely not be below mine! Perhaps he might even surpass me and reach Master Mutaito's realm!"

"In the cultivation of a Martial Artist, the most important thing is to cultivate the heart. Although from a sensory perspective, Son Goku's ki is clearly much weaker than Son Gohan's, a closer observation reveals that this clear heart is the most, most precious thing!"

"It truly makes this old man envious!"

He calmed himself for a long while before suppressing his restless heart.

"Hey, kid, sense the Flying Nimbus's will. Treasures have spirits; they will naturally understand your intentions!"

"Honestly, this kid Gohan, having such a capable grandson, why didn't he tell me so I could guide him? I'm the God of Martial Arts, after all. It would be too demeaning to actively take on a disciple!"

He glanced at Son Goku, who was standing on the Flying Nimbus, then at Son Gohan beside him, silently cheering himself on.

"The martial arts are in decline on Earth now. There haven't been any decent martial arts successors for a long time. The few there are are connected to that old scoundrel."

"I really want to take them in now!"

"No, I must maintain my composure. Just this once! If they don't ask me to take them as disciples, I'll take them the next time we meet!"

Meanwhile, after receiving guidance from Master Roshi, Son Goku had gone to the sky to test out his new ride. Bulma, standing nearby, had already noticed the Dragon Ball hanging on Master Roshi's chest, her eyes lighting up.

Son Gohan had been keeping an eye on her and naturally saw her reaction. Just as Bulma was about to speak, Son Gohan quickly grabbed her and shook his head.

He hadn't forgotten that besides being a God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi was also a part-time pervert. No, to be more accurate, the pervert was his true nature, ingrained to the bone. He loved finding ways to take advantage of young girls. Martial arts training was just a side gig.

"Old Turtle, besides Son Goku, his brother also carried me and even treated me to bear meat. You can't treat him poorly!"

Old Turtle was indeed a good sort. Seeing that Son Goku already had the Flying Nimbus while Son Gohan was empty-handed, he spoke up at the opportune moment.

"Is that so? Let me think about what else I can give him. Would you like to learn a few moves from me?"

He stroked his bald head. Master Roshi was momentarily unsure what to give. After all, he had lived for quite a long time and naturally had many treasures, but very few were suitable to give away.

He decided to hint at taking them as disciples.

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

"Master Mutaito, please give us this Dragon Ball. Perhaps then you'll have a chance to see Gohan's Grandfather."

He didn't intend to deceive Master Roshi, immediately revealing the purpose of their journey and the function of the Dragon Ball.

"If that's the case, it's quite a suitable gift. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Gohan in a long time either!"

"It's just..."

He glanced hesitantly at Bulma, who stood gracefully nearby, her eyes shining as she stared at his chest. Of course, he could tell that the girl also wanted the ball.

Thus, he felt like taking advantage of the situation.

Son Gohan followed his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. He then stepped in front of Master Roshi.

"Master Mutaito, thank you for your kind offer!"

He stood at attention and respectfully performed a martial arts salute.

"Oh my, what a sly little one!"

Master Roshi had lived for so many years, his eyelashes were practically empty. Naturally, Son Gohan's little trick didn't escape his eyes.

However, although he was a bit lecherous, he still possessed the demeanor of a martial arts grandmaster and naturally wouldn't get angry with a junior like him.

"Since I have no use for it anyway, it's nothing more than an ornament. I'll give it to you!"

He smiled and shook his head, taking off the Dragon Ball necklace from his neck.

"Thank you!"

Son Gohan bowed again.

Just then, Son Goku, who had been circling in the sky, also returned. Son Gohan pulled him along and stepped forward again.

"Master Mutaito, my brother and I have another presumptuous request. We hope you will consider it."

"For a long time, Grandfather has told us that your martial arts are divine, that you are the greatest Martial Artist on Earth. He was also your disciple."

"Although Grandfather has laid the foundation for us brothers, he said that without your permission, he cannot pass on the true teachings of martial arts to us."

"We originally planned to wait until we were a little older to introduce ourselves to you, but an unexpected event has occurred."

"In short, my brother and I wish to become your disciples and learn martial arts knowledge from you. Please accept us. We beg you!"

Son Gohan had been planning this for a long time. If he had to find Master Roshi himself, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. That's why he hadn't been in a hurry to act all these years on Baozi Mountain.

Now that he had met him, he had to seize the opportunity.

"My, my! You have excellent taste, little ones!"

Master Roshi's eyes lit up. He had to say this kid was exactly to his liking!

He had been worrying about how to take in these two promising seedlings, and now they had taken the initiative themselves.

Of course, although he was happy in his heart, he still had to play hard to get.

He coughed lightly, organizing his jumbled emotions.

"Oh dear, I, this old man, have been living in seclusion for many years and haven't stretched my muscles!"

"In principle, I no longer accept disciples..."