I Saw You Clearly

Then the two of them looked at Son Goku at the same time.

What surprised them, though, was that Chichi, the Ox King's daughter, had already dragged Son Goku off to the side to whisper with him.

"Hey, Goku, are you leaving soon?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Then, when you grow up, you have to come marry me!"

She stammered out the words, her little face flushed bright red.

"Marry you?"

Son Goku looked puzzled.

"Honestly! You can't just say something like that!"

Chichi pouted.

"Hahaha! I don't know what you mean, but sure, I promise!"

He laughed and scratched his head as he made his promise.

Master Roshi and Wuneng had witnessed the whole thing.

"That works too?!"

Master Roshi's mouth fell open. Right now, all he wanted was to ask Son Goku for advice. If he could, he'd even call him his teacher!

"They're just kids playing around. Maybe she'll forget all about it later. You don't need to take it to heart, Master."

"Then shall we go ask Goku?"

When Chichi saw the two approaching, she blushed and ran off. They appeared in front of Son Goku together.

"Oh, is that what this is about? But I still want to see Grandpa come back to life with my own eyes. There's only one Dragon Ball left!"

Faced with the two of them explaining why they'd come, Son Goku didn't agree to their proposal.

"..."

The two of them were dumbfounded. Even Wuneng hadn't expected that the temptation of improving his martial arts skills wouldn't sway Son Goku!

He couldn't help wondering what he would do in Goku's place.

He probably couldn't be as calm as Goku!

"Then there's nothing for it. Master Mutaito, please wait here for a little while. Goku and I will be back as soon as we can!"

After putting his hands together and apologizing to Master Roshi, he suddenly thought of a way to make it up to him.

"Hey, Master Mutaito, what do you think of that guy over there?"

He gestured with his eyes toward the Yamcha duo, who were still standing awkwardly off to the side.

"I tested him out. He's not as talented as my brother and me, but he's still a martial arts prodigy. Why not take him back with you and put him through his paces?"

"That way, you won't be all alone with no one to keep you company, either, right?"

"Ridiculous! You think I'm lonely? You think I need company?!"

Master Roshi's voice shot up.

"Since you brought it up, I suppose I can put up with training the kid!"

He let out a haughty snort.

"Hey, you! Come back to the island with me. I'll teach you peerless martial arts!"

"If you don't come, see that guy over there? I'll have him beat you up!"

Master Roshi wasn't nearly as accommodating with Yamcha, whose talent was clearly a cut below. Did Yamcha think the title of God of Martial Arts had come out of nowhere?

It was one thing with the brothers, Son Gohan and Son Goku, who had that kind of talent. And they were also descendants of his beloved disciple, Son Gohan. For anyone else, even if they begged him on their knees, he might still refuse to take them in!

"Huh? Me?"

A windfall had fallen into his lap out of nowhere, and Yamcha stood there in a daze.

He still couldn't forget Master Roshi's incredible display from earlier, and had already begun to picture himself in the role of his disciple.

Now, an opportunity beyond his wildest dreams had just landed right in his lap!

"Yes, yes!"

"J-just tell me what to do!"

He hurriedly bowed and played along.

"Mm."

Master Roshi nodded with satisfaction at the sight. After a whole evening, he'd finally gotten some of his dignity back.

He glanced back at Wuneng, who was now standing with Bulma, and his face darkened.

"That brat. He said he was looking for the Dragon Balls, but in the end, it was all for a woman! He's got at least a ten-thousandth of my flair from back in the day."

After muttering that, he picked up Old Turtle.

"Kid, make sure you come back soon!"

With a whoosh, he tossed Old Turtle away again.

"Thump!"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he leaped onto Old Turtle's back.

"I haven't gotten on yet, Master Mutaito!"

"Get to Kame Island within ten days!"

A voice drifted from far off in the sky, then fell silent.

Yamcha felt as though he'd been struck by lightning, and tears of gratitude ran down his face.

"Do your best, junior disciple."

Wuneng patted his shoulder, barely holding back a laugh.

Yamcha gritted his teeth, refusing to lose face in front of Wuneng.

"Puar, life is about daring to challenge your limits. I think that's what Master Mutaito wants us to learn, too!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he didn't dare waste another second. He grabbed Puar and ran off into the distance at full speed...

"Heh, it's great to be young!"

Stretching out his arms, Wuneng gave a long yawn.

"Ribut, Bulma, Goku!"

"Yeah!"

"We're heading out, too. The sooner we find the last One-Star Dragon Ball, the sooner we can call it a day!"

"Okay!"

With everything settled, the Dragon Ball Squad was back to its original trio, and they flew off into the sky.

Chichi's call drifted faintly to them on the breeze.

"Goku-san, promise you'll wait until I grow up!"

"..."

"Goku, not bad! You've already got a girl who likes you at such a young age. I bet lots of girls will like you when you're older, too!"

Bulma looked at Son Goku riding the Flying Nimbus, her eyes sparkling with teasing amusement.

"What are you talking about, Bulma? You're so weird!"

Son Goku couldn't understand what she meant, but from her expression, he could tell she was making fun of him.

"If Goku's like that, then with my stunning looks, won't I be surrounded by beautiful girls when I grow up?"

Wuneng stroked his chin, hinting at something.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Bulma's face turned stormy.

"Stop showing off! It'll take a girl who's blind and out of her mind to fall for a little kid like you!"

Her cheeks puffed out so much they looked ready to hold a soy sauce bottle.

The culprit only let the corners of his mouth curl upward as he watched her.

It was good when she got angry. If she didn't, he wouldn't be satisfied.

"Hey, you brat Wuneng! What are you smiling about?"

Seeing Wuneng make that face only made Bulma angrier.

"Oh, nothing. I just suddenly caught a huge whiff of jealousy up here in the sky!"

Wuneng answered with a knowing air.

"Ah! You!"

At his words, Bulma suddenly realized what he meant.

Her mood instantly swung to the opposite extreme.

Her face turned red again, but this time there wasn't a trace of anger.

"W-what are you talking about? I don't understand!"

At the same time, she felt as if a volcano were about to erupt inside her.

I'm doomed! I'm doomed, Bulma! You've let a little brat get the better of you! You're a genius girl who's read so many Mary Sue romance novels!

"Actually, you don't have to make a wish to find your Prince Charming. Maybe you'll find him all by yourself."

"What do you think, Bulma?"

"At least, I've already seen you clearly."

Wuneng gazed intently at Bulma, there in the sky.