First Meeting with Yamcha

"You wouldn't know this!"

"We Saiyans, to protect ourselves, stop growing taller once we reach the juvenile stage."

"Because a child's appearance is deceptive, and then over the next few years, we accumulate strength. When we turn fifteen, we suddenly transform into our adult forms."

"Huh? What a strange race!"

Bulma eyed him with doubt, seemingly judging the truthfulness of his words.

"Stop looking, ask Goku if you don't believe me. He wouldn't lie about me, would he?"

"Mm, we're twelve years old this year!"

This was one point where he differed from the Goku of his original timeline. Having followed Son Gohan for so many years, even a complete illiterate wouldn't be unable to count.

"Twelve years old, sixteen years old, that's only a four-year difference. Then... if I wait another two years, I'll only be eighteen. It seems I can wait!"

Bulma's eyes suddenly widened, as if she had realized something incredible.

Gradually, a blush spread across her face, making her look exceptionally alluring.

A young girl's blush was more captivating than anything. Son Gohan now understood Bulma's feelings.

The two exchanged a swift glance, a sense of unspoken understanding passing between them.

"Huh? Bulma, are you feeling hot? Why is your face so red!"

While pondering the meaning of his wife's words, Son Goku happened to turn his head and saw Bulma's complexion. With his quick tongue, he directly asked.

"H-how could that be! You must be mistaken!"

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed!"

After saying that, she ran back into the house as if fleeing for her life, in a panic.

As for whether she truly went to sleep, one could tell from her trembling body under the covers.

It was likely another sleepless night for her.

"Hey, Wukong, you'll have no friends if you keep this up!"

Gohan glanced at Bulma, who had already returned to the house, then at his silly older brother who was still grinning foolishly, and couldn't help but retort.

"Never mind, never mind. Ribut, you play with Wukong for a while, let him train you."

Recently, Ribut had also been undergoing martial arts training. Besides flying them around daily, he had also learned to meditate.

Furthermore, every day at sunset, Ribut would spar with Son Goku to hone his movement techniques and other skills.

As for Son Gohan, his combat power was a bit too high compared to Son Goku and Ribut.

The intensity of fighting him was too great. Normally, Son Gohan would hold back when sparring with them, and it wasn't enjoyable at all. So after a few sessions, he started training alone.

"I really hope we can gather the Dragon Balls quickly and go find Master Mutaito to train with!"

With a blade of grass in his mouth, Son Gohan rested his hands behind his head, quietly admiring the starry sky...

"Good morning, Bulma. Didn't rest well yesterday?"

The next morning, seeing Bulma with dark circles under her eyes, Son Gohan greeted her with a smile.

"Yes, yes!"

Upon seeing Son Gohan, Bulma's mind flashed with some unhealthy thoughts from the previous night. She responded guiltily.

"Let's set off quickly, Gohan. I'll rest on Dragon's back later, so you have to hold on tight and don't let me fall."

"Easy peasy, let's get going!"

Responding in agreement, the two of them, with unspoken understanding, climbed onto Ribut's broad back.

However, they were unaware that after they set up camp last night, scouts from the distant desert had already discovered their whereabouts.

On the tallest boulder standing in the desert, a blue cat-person quickly climbed down a ladder.

"Young Master Yamcha, more fat sheep have arrived!"

He quickly jumped onto the table, relaying the information gathered last night.

"Two children and a girl appeared at the edge of our desert, riding a dragon."

"They are expected to reach our vicinity today!"

"Oh? Children and a woman!"

"Yes, yes! They also have a bunch of Hoi-Poi Capsules, they're absolutely fat sheep! We're going to make a fortune this time!"

"Puar, get ready, we're leaving now!"

Putting down the towel in his hand and strapping on his sword, Yamcha nimbly mounted his flying motorcycle.

"Pfft!"

With a burst of exhaust, they sped off in the direction of Son Gohan and the others...

On Ribut's back, Son Gohan watched Bulma lean into his embrace, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the two of them could truly be together.

After all, one can lie with harsh words, but body language never lies.

If Bulma didn't like him, or rather, if she didn't have good feelings towards him, she wouldn't have leaned into his embrace with a half-hearted push.

"Hey, Ribut, let's find a stone forest to rest for a while later, so she doesn't wake up again."

As it was almost noon, the sun in the sky grew more and more scorching.

Naturally, they didn't feel anything, but Bulma, who came from a big city and had never suffered hardship, couldn't stand it.

"Okay, boss!"

Tool Dragon had no objections, and it also didn't like traveling under the scorching sun.

After calling out to Son Goku, who was riding the Flying Nimbus, the group descended nearby.

Son Gohan took the house out of its capsule and personally carried Bulma inside, placing her on the bed.

However, before he could carefully admire Bulma's sleeping face, some noisy sounds could already be heard from outside.

"Young Master Yamcha, it's just ahead!"

Seeing a house appearing out of nowhere in the desert before them, Yamcha and Puar were not surprised but delighted.

This meant that the people passing by this time were truly fat sheep. They even had a capsule containing a house, so they must be rolling in wealth!

After they stopped their motorcycles, Yamcha, carrying a large saber, jumped down from it.

What appeared before him were only Son Goku and Ribut.

"Hey! You kids over there, hand over all your money and capsules immediately!"

"If this old man has a good harvest, he might even spare your lives!"

He had a fierce expression, as if waiting for the man and the dragon to surrender to him.

Son Goku didn't understand and looked at him with some confusion.

"Who are you?"

"You're asking about me?"

Yamcha's lips curled slightly.

"Hardening myself is my belief, robbing the rich to help the poor is my cause."

"I am the strongest thief in this desert, Yamcha!"

Striking a pose he thought was very cool, Yamcha waited for the other party to prostrate themselves in submission, but instead, Son Goku and Ribut exchanged a look.

As if puzzled by Yamcha's actions, Yamcha finally became enraged at being ignored.

"Hey, kid, if you don't hand over your money, do you want a beating!"

"Huh? You want to fight me too?"

Upon hearing this, Son Goku jolted, instantly becoming spirited.