Disgusting!

"Oh, wow!"

Once Master Mutaito saw the cover, his martial heart was completely cast aside.

"This is truly, truly a good child!"

He subconsciously stared intently at a certain piece of content in the magazine. Unable to control himself, a surge of excitement caused two "tear tracks" to slowly flow from his nose.

"Ah, ah, the cropping, the lace, exquisite!"

Seeing Master Mutaito practically burying his head in the magazine, Son Gohan's lips curved slightly.

He knew sending this kind of thing to Master Mutaito was definitely the right choice.

No matter how beautiful the women in the magazine were, they had nothing to do with him.

He had already used Bulma to bait and catch a Dragon once, and he felt a little reluctant to use her again.

So, after careful consideration, he came up with this plan.

"These are all top teachers in the current bodybuilding and gymnastics world. Their aerobics have a very high artistic component!"

"Take Teacher Ozawa, for example. She has won their Island Nation's Art Photography Award for two consecutive terms."

"And Teacher Aoi, she's also a senior in the field!"

"As for the younger teachers, it depends on your taste, old man. You'll have to consider carefully!"

This move was a complete success!

Master Mutaito meticulously examined the beauty of each chapter and page, nodding incessantly.

"Ahem, you're thoughtful! I've lived this long and consider myself an artist, but I never expected the outside world to develop so rapidly during my years of seclusion on this island!"

"Good, very good! I will critique them thoroughly!"

"Tell me what you need now, kid. If it's not too much, I'll try my best to satisfy you!"

"Even if you want me to teach you a few tricks for picking up girls... that's not impossible!"

He winked and nudged at Son Gohan, his missing teeth making him look nothing like a master.

"Hmm, that's not necessary. Your disciple has confidence in himself, please don't worry, Master!"

"I don't have any problems that need your help right now, but after we finish this trip and I officially become your disciple on Kame Island, please grant me a formal title!"

He spoke vaguely here, planting a seed for the future.

"Easy, easy..."

"Speaking of which, Gohan, what did you guys talk about inside? Why did that sleazy old man seem so satisfied when he left?"

The group had been separated on the beach for half a day and were now following the signal on the Dragon Radar towards another Dragon Ball.

Thanks to the Flying Nimbus, only Bulma and Son Gohan were with Ribut.

Bulma still had no idea what had happened in the house and kept pressing for answers.

Son Gohan had clearly decided to play dumb and stammered, unable to give a clear explanation.

"Bulma, look, the Dragon Radar shows the Fifth Dragon Ball is nearby!"

"..."

This was not the first time she had asked, and she still got nothing.

Son Gohan was very tight-lipped, always finding excuses to change the subject.

Seeing the Small Village getting closer below them, she could only respond.

"Ribut, let's go down!"

Hearing Bulma's voice, Ribut replied and swooped down.

"Huh? Is it time to eat!"

Son Goku, on the Flying Nimbus behind them, stared blankly at Ribut's descent. He then excitedly followed.

When they landed, they found the village to be quite desolate.

There wasn't a soul on the streets.

"The Dragon Radar shows the Dragon Ball is around here. How about we split up and search?"

Bulma made her suggestion.

"No need. Let's knock on doors one by one. It looks like everyone is hiding inside."

After observing the surroundings, Son Gohan rejected Bulma's suggestion for safety.

If they were to get axed while knocking on doors, he and Wukong would be fine.

But Bulma would probably die on the spot.

Meanwhile, the villagers were peeking out from various cracks in their houses.

This group of people was strange, and with a "monster" like Ribut among them, no one dared to go out and risk bad luck.

"King Oolong is here again!"

Everyone trembled, praying that this time it wouldn't be their child who was taken away.

"Bang bang, bang bang!"

"Hello, we are travelers passing by. We are thirsty and would like to ask for a drink of water. Is anyone home?"

Son Gohan walked at the very front of the group, with Son Goku covering the rear and Ribut in the middle protecting Bulma.

The inside of the house was very quiet, as if no one was there.

But to Son Gohan's ears, he could clearly hear a faint and rapid breathing sound right behind the door, almost pressed against it.

Upon hearing his knock, the homeowner was clearly startled, and their breathing suddenly became much heavier!

"Hello, we mean no harm. May we bother you for a moment?"

Before Son Gohan could finish his second sentence, the door in front of him opened with a "click" from the inside.

A man with a terrified expression, holding an axe half an arm long, smashed down at Son Gohan.

However, in the next second, his arm was already caught by Son Gohan in mid-air, unable to move.

Son Gohan frowned slightly, but he could also understand the man's actions.

"Brother, the three of us are just passing through your territory and mean no harm. Please don't be nervous!"

The bald middle-aged man opposite looked at the strange people in front of him with a slight tremor. Two boys with monkey tails, and a giant dragon over five meters tall – they didn't look like good people at all!

At this moment, Son Gohan also sensed something and turned back to pat Bulma, asking her to step forward.

Among their group, Bulma was the most normal.

"Hello, we are outsiders looking for the Dragon Balls. Please don't be afraid."

Her sweet smile slowly made the middle-aged man lower his guard, and he gradually began to chat with her.

Son Gohan secretly sneered. In the end, no matter the time or space, beautiful women were still the most popular, especially when facing middle-aged men like this. Even a handsome young man like himself wasn't taken seriously.

"I'll call everyone in the village over for you right now!"

In just a few words, Bulma had conquered the man's heart. His obsequious demeanor made Son Gohan feel disgusted, disgusted!

Before long, the man's doorway was surrounded by villagers, seemingly indicating he had some prestige in the village.

Although the villagers were still somewhat fearful of Son Gohan and the others, they didn't actually run away.

After Bulma went forward to negotiate for a while, she already had a new Dragon Ball in her hand.

"Gohan! It's the Six-star Ball ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas!"

Bulma walked over happily.

"But we need to help the people here subdue a monster that's been capturing people. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

She scratched her head with a hint of shyness, after all, she had made the decision herself without consulting Gohan.