I Bet Your Gun Has No Bullets!

"Not bad, not bad, you kid are truly my beloved disciple!"

Master Roshi, dressed in a flashy purple suit, had been waiting for a long time.

When he saw Ranqi, his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were like detectors, appraising her figure.

"Wow!"

"These breasts!"

"This tiny waist!"

"This..."

"Cough cough!"

Son Gohan, seeing Master Roshi about to drool, couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

"These two kids really found Ranqi. She looks gentle and demure now, I don't know if you can handle her later!"

Out of curiosity, Son Gohan couldn't help but start appraising the seemingly quiet girl in front of him.

"I really can't understand why her second personality is so violent. They're like two extremes!"

"Hiss!"

Just as he was fully engrossed in admiring her, his ear suddenly felt a chill, and a cold air pressed in from the side.

"Does she look good?"

Bulma's voice, like a ghost's, came from beside his ear, startling Son Gohan.

"Oh no! I forgot Bulma was here too!"

It's not wrong for men to like looking at beautiful women, but it's wrong to look at other beautiful women in front of your girlfriend!

He had really been careless this time!

Son Gohan's expression quickly turned serious.

"Bulma, listen to my sophistry—no, explanation!"

"At best, she's average. If you want to talk about beauty, it has to be you, Bulma!"

"I wasn't observing her because she was particularly beautiful, but I always felt a sense of danger about her!"

"Hmm~?"

Bulma drew out the sound, a fool would believe such a preposterous explanation!

"It's true!"

Son Gohan spread his hands and was about to say more, but it seemed even the heavens were willing to help him. Just then, a sea breeze blew, and Launch's hair was gently brushed against the tip of her nose.

"Achoo!"

As she sneezed, her hair color shifted to blonde, and the gentle expression on her face abruptly transformed.

"Where is this?!"

"Hey, you old geezer, are you tired of living?!"

Seeing Master Roshi with his face practically buried against her, Launch flew into a rage!

She reached behind her back, pulled out a submachine gun, and pulled the trigger.

"Rat-tat-tat... rat-tat-tat!"

Sparks flew from the muzzle as a hail of bullets poured out.

Master Roshi was startled and began dancing around in a panic.

In the blink of an eye, his suit was riddled with holes.

Yet, not a single hair on his body had been harmed.

"Watch out!"

Seeing a stray bullet ricochet toward Bulma, Son Gohan was quick to react; he stepped forward and caught the bullet head directly in his hand.

The bullet struck his palm, emitting a wisp of black smoke before failing to penetrate any further.

Bulma looked terrified, her face covered in cold sweat!

Son Gohan frowned. This was not a good situation; "Super Earthling Launch" was still too dangerous.

Relatively speaking, Bulma had the physique of an ordinary Earthling; a single moment of carelessness and a stray bullet could cost her her life.

This was something that had to be considered.

"Listen, if you want to stay, you'll have to tone it down. At the very least, don't go pointing these dangerous toys at people at every turn!"

"Believe me, she is of no help to your safety; on the contrary, she's a liability!"

Blonde Launch was already in a foul mood. Seeing this brat suddenly pop up, she didn't even think twice before raising her muzzle and pointing it at him.

"You say it's just a toy? Well, what about now!"

A disdainful smirk curled at the corner of her mouth as Launch asked arrogantly.

"Now the truth is in my hands. With just a gentle pull of the trigger, you'll be off to see King Yama! Oh, no, you're so handsome, perhaps you'll even get to see God."

"Do you trust that gun in your hand so much? Perhaps it doesn't even have any bullets right now."

Son Gohan faced the dark muzzle of the gun, but felt like laughing.

Since when did such a piece of scrap metal pose a threat to him?

"I bet your gun is out of bullets!"

The distance between them was now less than ten meters. If Ranqi could actually fire, then he, Gohan, would be useless!

Feeling provoked, Ranqi's anger flared, and she lost all reason.

She instinctively went to pull the trigger, but the next moment, a sound was heard:

"Click!"

Son Gohan swiftly floated back to his original spot, tossing the magazine he held onto the ground.

"Consider yourself lucky today, I never hit women!"

"But you're also unlucky, because some people here don't recognize women!"

"Wukong, beat him up for me!"

Seeing the blonde Ranqi looking indignant, Son Gohan dug into his ear, preparing to unleash his brother.

"Oh, coming!"

As soon as Son Gohan finished speaking, Son Goku had already flashed in front of Son Gohan.

Although he was a little intimidated by Ranqi at this moment, as the saying goes: Men are naturally weak, but for their brothers, they become strong!

When his brother called him, he always had to step up.

"Ah, fight!"

In less time than it takes to say it, Son Goku flew up and kicked Ranqi directly in the face.

With a "thump," the blonde Ranqi collapsed neatly onto the ground.

On her face, which was originally so delicate and tender that it seemed like water could be squeezed out, there was now a messy shoe print!

This scene also made all the gentlemen present collectively gasp.

They cried out, "What a waste!"

Seeing how easily Ranqi was defeated, Son Goku could only clap his hands and walk to the side.

"This is too weak, I haven't even used any strength yet!"

Everyone listened to his words and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Alright, Bulma, Xiao Wu, you two carry her to the hut and let her rest well. We'll talk when she wakes up."

"Master Mutaito, please mind your image!"

Son Gohan mercilessly exposed the eager Turtle Hermit.

That's all for today, everyone rest, and we'll officially start training tomorrow!

There wasn't a reliable person here, so in the end, Son Gohan had to step up and take charge.

Kame House naturally couldn't accommodate so many people. Fortunately, Bulma, the rich young lady, also brought a luxurious hut.

She opened the capsule and placed the house next to Kame House.

"Tonight, Xiao Wu, you and Ranqi will sleep in the guest room. Bulma and I will sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll sleep on the floor."

"Goku, you and Krillin go sleep in Master Mutaito's guest room."

"As for Master Mutaito... I'll trouble you to share with Yamcha and sleep together."

Looking at the two houses in front of him, Son Gohan made his arrangements.

"You! Unfilial disciple!"

Son Gohan's arrangements had directly assigned all three women to his hut, which the Turtle Hermit, harboring ulterior motives, found unacceptable!

"Teacher, I'm doing this for your own good. You're old, and being with so many women might cause you to lose control and have a major hemorrhage!"

"It's not good to be weak and not be able to recover!"

Son Gohan shrugged apologetically.

"See you tomorrow, everyone!"

Finally, he waved his hand and led Bulma and Xiao Wu, supporting Ranqi, towards Bulma's hut, leaving a dashing figure for the gentlemen behind...