Do you want to dance too?

Bulma, watching Son Goku leap far ahead, felt a competitive urge. She quickly urged Son Gohan to start the motorcycle.

But strangely, Son Gohan seemed stunned, frozen in place as if he'd lost his mind. She had to lean forward from the back seat to check his expression.

"Why aren't we going? Wukong is already so far ahead!"

The girl's playful mood made her a bit impatient.

"You... is there a chance Wukong ran in the wrong direction?"

Son Gohan looked out, watching Son Goku's figure rapidly disappearing into the jungle, and murmured.

"Ah! Then hurry and call him back!"

Bulma's heart tightened, and she said quickly.

"Vroom! Vroom!"

"No worries, we'll go ahead! Hold on tight, haha!"

Son Gohan twisted the throttle to the max. Before Bulma could straighten up, the motorcycle shot out like an arrow released from a bow!

Bulma, her body instantly thrown backward, shrieked and instinctively grabbed onto Son Gohan's waist with both arms, holding on tightly and refusing to let go!

"Hey! You, slow down!"

Long after the motorcycle had sped far away, her terrified cry seemed to linger in the air!

Meanwhile, Son Goku, about to leave the valley, heard the commotion and looked back mid-leap.

He only saw the motorcycle speeding away in the opposite direction and the dust cloud rising behind it from afar!

"Ah, this is bad! Looks like I ran in the wrong direction again!"

Just as he was about to leap onto a large tree, he nimbly performed a somersault. His tail wrapped around a branch, and he spun around.

After correcting his direction, he then executed a freefall, leaping directly from the tree. With pinpoint accuracy, he landed a heavy stomp on the trunk of the tree, which was as thick as three people could embrace.

With a piercing "Crack!" sound, accompanied by the falling tree, he used the recoil force to launch himself forward!

"Damn it! That metal monster runs too fast!"

As the distance between the three widened, Son Goku's feet flew, his short legs churning so fast they were a blur!

Feeling the wind whistling past her ears, Bulma, gradually getting used to the speed, became more lively.

She only then realized that her entire body had been pressed against this big boy. She didn't know if it was the thrill of the speed or something else.

Her heart was pounding non-stop, clearly much faster than usual, and her small face turned a little red.

"Son-kun is really handsome from the side! If only he were a little older!"

Bulma, at 16, was in the prime of her youth. As she interacted with the opposite sex, her thoughts would unconsciously drift, and she'd become infatuated.

Meanwhile, Son Gohan, who had been feeling the hum of the motorcycle, had naturally sensed the bouncy touch from behind. When the sensation disappeared, he felt a pang of loss and instinctively squeezed the brake on his left hand.

Bulma, who had been spacing out behind him, was caught off guard and, due to inertia, leaned into him again.

"What are you doing!"

Bulma, flustered by his action, exclaimed in surprise.

"Ahem, we've reached the border of Baozi Mountain. We need to wait for Wukong."

Son Gohan cleared his throat strategically, changing the subject. After a long journey, they had arrived at the outermost edge of the mountain range.

The place they were currently standing was the last peak of Baozi Mountain.

Looking around, there were no more layered high mountains in the distance. Instead, there was a vast expanse of rolling hills and grasslands that seemed to stretch to the horizon!

Occasionally, steep small mountains and canyons stood tall. When the wind blew, it would let out mournful cries. Beyond their line of sight, faint roars of tigers and dragons could be heard, a desolate landscape that seemed to hold vibrant life.

Having grown up in a big city, Bulma had never seen such a scene. She inwardly lamented, her legs trembling like a sieve.

"Son-kun, there... there are too many wild beasts here!"

Accompanied by the wolf howls carried on the wind, she could no longer hold on and nervously clutched Son Gohan's clothes.

Just then, Son Goku, carrying two large bundles, also climbed up, panting heavily.

Even with his superhuman stamina, running at high speed for half a day had taken its toll.

He casually tossed the two large bundles on the ground, then flopped down without any regard for his image, panting and staring blankly at the sky.

"So, so comfortable!"

"It's been so long since I've felt this exhilarated!"

Although his body was exhausted, Son Goku's mood was exceptionally good.

"Hey, this is the perfect time for meditation. You can't just lie here!"

Before Son Goku could even catch his breath, Son Gohan walked over and pulled him up.

The brothers sat cross-legged together, beginning their daily practice.

Bulma, watching the brothers bicker and play, felt anxious but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to move.

She had needed to relieve herself after traveling for half the day, and then Son Gohan's actions had startled her badly. Now, she was at her limit.

Without bothering about anything else, while the two brothers weren't paying attention to her, Bulma hurried towards a large rock not far away.

"This is really terrible. Sometimes even ladies run into trouble!"

Actually, what Bulma didn't know was that both brothers had seen her unusual situation. After all, they were both martial artists with keen senses.

It was just that Son Goku was purely uninterested, while Son Gohan had been using her as bait all along!

Not long after Bulma turned behind the rock, a sharp scream rang out. Son Gohan's lips curled, and he thought to himself, "Here it comes!"

"Wukong, you continue cultivating. I'll go check the situation!"

He immediately gave the order, first taking the Ruyi Staff in hand, and then rushed off.

"Today, I must be a dragon rider at least once."

Son Gohan had wanted a cool mount for a long time. Unfortunately, the large beasts near Baozi Mountain had almost all been eaten by the brothers, so he hadn't achieved his wish.

And now was a very good opportunity. He could get a mount, and also perform a hero-saves-the-beauty act to improve his relationship with Bulma. It was a win-win-win!

When Son Gohan arrived, he saw a stout, sharp-headed Pterosaur with a wingspan of five meters. It was holding Bulma between its claws. Seeing someone arrive, it sent Bulma towards its tail.

"Hey, you little dragon, do you know it's rude to disturb a girl when she's peeing!"

Looking at the little guy in front of him, the Pterosaur, which had just been happy about catching a delicious meal, instantly changed its expression.

"Arrogant brat, do you want to come into this dragon lord's belly for a bit of fun too?"

The Pterosaur Ribut felt the provocation from the wild monkey opposite him. Its body slowly leaned forward, its entire form casting a shadow over Son Gohan's head.

Son Gohan quietly looked at the plump, large dragon before him, a slight smile on his lips.

"You, want to dance too?"