Is She Considered a Cute Girl?

"Come to think of it, Goku's the only one of us who knows exactly where Master Roshi lives, right? Wuneng and I have never been there."

"No problem. We can just have the Flying Nimbus lead the way!"

Son Goku replied excitedly, then immediately gave it an order.

"Flying Nimbus, take us to where Master Mutaito lives!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Flying Nimbus let out a "putt-putt-putt" like it had been given a shot of adrenaline, and its speed immediately jumped up several levels!

A puff of yellow cloud shot from its rear and covered Ribut's face. Then it streaked away, leaving a trail across the sky.

"Cough, cough."

"Is there something seriously wrong with this cloud?"

Ribut grumbled after getting a faceful of exhaust.

"Hahaha, Ribut, it's making fun of you for being slower than it! You'd better work harder at your training, or even a cloud will leave you so far behind you won't see its taillights!"

Son Gohan patted its neck, trying to cheer it up.

He was enjoying this rare moment, too. But Bulma was a little bigger than him, and having her in his arms felt kind of awkward.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu nearly ground her teeth to dust. She muttered "lovebirds" under her breath.

And so they crossed mountains and rivers, seas and crowds, until at last they reached the skies above Kame Island.

The sky stretched clear and blue, and the ocean below was a deep blue, though hidden beneath it were dangerous currents.

Rising abruptly from the depths was a tiny island, no more than a hundred yards across. It was a truly wondrous sight.

Seagulls circled the island, and birds darted about in a scene that felt like a paradise far removed from the world.

But clashing with this peaceful atmosphere was a little house standing right on the island. A sultry sound was coming from inside.

"Come on!"

"Yeah, a little closer! A little closer!"

A rather lecherous voice floated out through the open window, clear for everyone to hear.

Son Goku arrived above Kame House first. He couldn't wait to begin training, and Son Gohan's performance had given him a tremendous shock.

Knowing how far behind he had fallen, Son Goku felt a rare surge of anxiety.

"Hey, Master Roshi!"

He clung to the windowsill and waved eagerly at Master Roshi inside, but the old man didn't seem to notice him.

Looking more closely into the house, he saw Master Roshi kneeling in front of the television, completely absorbed in it!

"Ooh, ooh, not bad, not bad at all! Those long legs, those gorgeous curves!"

Master Roshi was utterly enthralled by the stunning beauties on the television, all dressed in yoga outfits and striking incredibly flexible poses.

It wasn't until Son Goku ran out of patience, climbed through the window, and shouted "Master!" beside him that the old man jolted back to his senses.

"Oh! It's you, Goku! Is your adventure over?"

When he saw that someone had entered the house, Master Roshi finally regained a bit of his composure and hurriedly switched off the television.

He still needed to save face in front of his disciples, however little face he had to begin with.

"Um, we came here to train. Master Roshi—no, Master Mutaito, please train us as hard as you can!"

Son Goku gave a formal bow.

"Hmm."

Master Roshi nodded with satisfaction.

"Did you come alone? Did that brat Wuneng come too? And also—and this is the most important thing—did that young lady in your group come?"

"Hey, you dirty old man! Why are you looking for me?!"

Just then, Son Gohan and the other two walked into the house together, arriving just in time to hear Master Roshi's question.

Given the lecherous tone he'd just heard, Son Gohan couldn't help thinking the old man had something unsavory in mind!

"Ahem, it's nothing, nothing!"

Master Roshi felt a little intimidated by Bulma's fierce expression.

"Master Mutaito, Bulma is your disciple's girlfriend, so please don't try anything with her!"

Son Gohan stepped forward and took Bulma by the hand. Partly, he wanted to stop her from actually charging at Master Mutaito and beating him up. He also wanted to warn Master Roshi.

Master Roshi might be a bit of a handful, but he was a decent person.

"Oh, come on! You moved way too fast, kid! Now there's no chance left for an old man like me!"

Master Roshi looked deeply regretful, as if he'd missed out on something wonderful.

"Hey, you dirty old man! What's with that look?"

Even though his sunglasses still separated them, Bulma could tell Master Roshi was sizing her up.

Son Gohan stepped forward again and changed the subject.

"Master Mutaito, after we gathered the Dragon Balls, we met Grandpa. He asked me to pass along a message to you."

"He said your unfilial disciple, Gohan, misses you very much. He often thinks about you and wants to see you again."

"!"

"Pui Pui! I drank the Elixir of Immortality! I'm not going to see him that soon!"

Master Roshi shook his head so vigorously it was almost like a rattle.

"How's Gohan doing down there? If he needs anything, tell him to go to my older sister."

"My sister told me before that a powerful martial artist had arrived where she lives. I never guessed it was Gohan!"

"..."

"Master Mutaito, could it be that we still can't communicate with Grandpa right now, and you'll have to pass on the message yourself?"

Son Gohan rubbed his nose. With his current abilities, he clearly couldn't travel to the underworld.

"All right, all right, enough about that. Now that you're back, we can begin your Kame Style training. I'm going to give you your first test!"

He suddenly grew serious.

"Find me a cute, pretty girl. Because that's the only way I'll feel like training you!"

"Master Mutaito, aren't you doing this for your own particular tastes?"

Even though Son Gohan knew what Master Roshi was like, he couldn't help but complain. The old man was so old, yet still full of energy.

"So all martial artists are full of energy, huh!"

"What do you know, you brat? The whole point of training is to be happy in body and mind!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Xiao Wu, come here!"

Son Gohan called out toward the door. Xiao Wu, who had been standing beside it, took a few quick steps into the room.

"Lord Wuneng!"

She bowed deeply in respect.

"How many times have I told you? Just call me Wuneng. We're not in a superior-subordinate relationship."

Son Gohan waved his hand.

"This is my teacher. You can call him Master Roshi or Master Mutaito."

"Master, you've probably met her before. She's traveling with us now and needs a place to stay on Kame Island for a while..."

"Because Goku and Gohan eat so much, she'll be working part-time as our cook."

"So, is she considered a cute girl?"