Take Back Everything That Belongs to Us! (Watch the Match)

"Yeah, yeah! I really don't know how they had the guts to go look for Ox King!"

Puar quickly chimed in.

They were all in the same line of work, and the most important thing to everyone was how well-informed they were.

Therefore, they naturally paid close attention to the powerful figures in their vicinity.

Just as Yamcha knew Son Gohan was an unparalleled martial arts master in the world, he also knew the terrifying nature of Ox King.

Ox King's terror was not something these few people, with their current displayed combat power, could even compare to!

Yamcha looked with a heartbroken expression at the only set of tables and chairs left in the cave dwelling, his mind in a daze.

After a long while, he finally looked up, his face resolute.

"I can't worry about that anymore, Puar!"

"We have no choice now. Whether it's for our treasure, or for that Dragon Ball that can grant wishes!"

"We have to follow them, and then find an opportunity to take back everything that belongs to us!"

Following a round of impassioned self-encouragement and self-brainwashing, the two finally settled down.

Fortunately, amidst the misfortune, Son Gohan hadn't completely cut off all their options.

They, master and servant, still had one last flying motorcycle they could use.

Otherwise, who knew how long it would take them to walk out of this vast desert!

A few more days later, a weak Yamcha looked at Puar, who was equally listless beside him.

"Hey, Puar, just hold on a little longer, we're almost out!"

"Yes, Young Master Yamcha!"

"Damn Son Gohan! Why didn't he even leave me any fuel!"

It was truly unlucky. The master and servant had planned everything perfectly, thinking one motorcycle would be enough for them. They hadn't paid much attention to fuel consumption before, assuming they could refuel anytime.

However, after three to five days on the road, the vehicle's fuel warning light came on. Jet motorcycles were notorious gas guzzlers, and to make matters worse, the Hoi-Poi Capsules storing their fuel had also been taken by Son Gohan. In their misfortune, they had to abandon the motorcycle and continue on foot.

After walking for another two full days, they finally saw the boundary of the desert in the distance!

But ultimately, although Yamcha had the foundation of a martial artist, he was still human.

The shortage of food and the craving for water gradually made his thoughts hazy.

"Puar, I swear to the gods, if a woman could give me food right now, I'd be willing to marry her..."

"Young man, are you from the depths of the desert? You must be starving! Here, try this flatbread, and there's water too."

In a daze, Yamcha felt as if he were seeing an angel.

Only when his eyes gradually focused did he realize that the person before him was an old woman with a weather-beaten face.

"Pfft~"

"Young Master Yamcha, what were you willing to do?"

"!"

"I'd be willing to become sworn siblings with this kind woman and call her my elder sister!"

Yamcha's face turned red, and he kicked Puar far away for embarrassing him.

"Um, hello, old lady, thank you for the food. May I ask where you're from?"

"Our village is just on the other side of the mountain. I came to find my daughter and bring her some food!"

"She's hunting nearby with her husband. It's almost mealtime, and I haven't seen them return. I'm really worried."

"Where are you young men from? Whatever you do, don't go into the depths of the desert! There lives a great bandit who kills without blinking!"

"He's killed all the passing merchants! Don't lose your lives!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Yamcha lowered his head in shame once more. The old woman before him was so kind that he couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

"Am I truly a great villain who has committed all sorts of evils?"

Before, he had never thought about his reputation. He always felt that reputation was an external thing; only treasure and martial arts belonged to him.

But when he first saw this old woman, for some reason, something in his heart seemed to sprout and break through the soil!

"Here's some more water for you. Hehe, it's not much, but it's enough for you to get out of the desert."

"Goodbye, young men!"

Seeing that Yamcha and the others were regaining their strength, the old woman wasted no more time and slowly walked into the distance...

"Puar, did I really do something wrong?"

Looking up into the distance, Yamcha's sculpted figure only softened after the kind old woman had completely disappeared from sight.

His expression was unreadable, but the lines on his usually fierce face seemed to have softened considerably.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

The simple-minded Puar was a little confused. He didn't quite understand why his Young Master had suddenly become so melancholic.

"It's nothing. Perhaps we should truly reflect on the meaning of martial arts training!"

After calming his emotions, Yamcha's expression gradually smoothed out, but his mindset had already begun to shift.

"Fine, I won't be a bandit anymore. From now on, I'll focus solely on cultivation."

"But I still need the Dragon Balls, Wuneng brat!"

Although his mindset had changed, his current misery was directly proportional to his resentment towards Son Gohan!

"Ah~choo!"

Far away, beyond Yamcha's sight, the old woman who had been walking unsteadily sneezed.

"Strange? Why have I been sneezing so much these past two days? I shouldn't be catching a cold with my physique!"

She rubbed her itchy nose again.

"Hey, Ribut, we're done with our business. Let's go find Goku and the others."

After giving the order, the old woman, who had been staggering and swaying just moments before, leaped lightly several dozen feet into the air and landed gently on the dragon's back.

Only after she was sitting steadily on the dragon's back did Ribut gently flap his wings and fly high into the sky.

By the time the two encountered the Yamcha duo again, they were already at the edge of the desert.

"Boss, why did you come back to save their lives?"

Looking at Yamcha, who was as small as an ant below, Ribut tilted his head and glanced at Son Gohan on his back.

"Hey, hey, hey, pay attention while you're flying. Don't you know that improper flying leads to tears of regret!"

Son Gohan, who had somehow returned to his original form, patted Ribut's neck and replied after some thought.

"The person below isn't inherently bad. He just lacked guidance from adults and went down the wrong path."

"Actually, he's quite a good prospect. I hope after this incident, he'll have some realization. At least it won't be too lonely on our path of martial arts advancement!"

Below, Yamcha seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up at the sky but found nothing.

"Young Master Yamcha, what are you looking at?"

Puar, finally revived, was hopping around the grass like a happy cat. No longer having to eat dirt in the desert and now drinking clear river water, he felt a bit giddy.

Who could understand the value of the first sip of water after emerging from the great desert! It was simply nectar of the gods!