I Bet Your Gun's Out of Bullets!

"Not bad, not bad! You really are your master's favorite pupil!"

Master Roshi had shown up early, dressed in a flashy purple suit.

When he saw Ranqi, the eyes hidden behind his sunglasses swept over her figure like Scouters.

"Wow!"

"That chest!"

"That tiny waist!"

"And..."

"Ahem!"

Seeing Master Roshi on the verge of drooling, Wuneng had no choice but to clear his throat and remind him.

"Those two kids really did bring Ranqi back. She looks so gentle right now, but I wonder if you'll be able to handle her later!"

Curious, Wuneng couldn't help sizing up the quiet-looking young woman in front of him, too.

"I really can't understand why her other personality is so hot-tempered. They're like complete opposites!"

"Yikes!"

Just as he was absorbed in admiring her, his ear suddenly felt cold, and a chill pressed in from beside him.

"Enjoying the view?"

Bulma's ghostly voice came from beside his ear, making Wuneng shudder.

"Oh no! I forgot Bulma was here!"

There was nothing wrong with men admiring beautiful women. The problem was admiring another beautiful woman in front of your girlfriend!

He'd really let his guard down!

Wuneng hastily straightened his expression.

"Bulma, listen, I can explain—no, I mean, let me explain!"

"She's average at best. If you want to talk about beauty, you're the one who takes the cake, Bulma!"

"I wasn't looking at her because she's pretty. I just sensed something dangerous about her!"

"Hmm~?"

Bulma drew out the sound. That ridiculous excuse would only fool an idiot!

"I'm serious!"

Wuneng spread his hands, about to say more, when it seemed even fate was willing to help him. A sea breeze swept by, gently stirring Ranqi's hair until it tickled her nose.

"Achoo!"

As soon as she sneezed, Ranqi's hair turned blonde, and her gentle expression abruptly changed.

"Where am I?!"

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

Seeing Master Roshi's face practically buried against her, Ranqi flew into a rage!

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

"Brrap-brrap... brrap-brrap!"

Sparks flew from the muzzle as a storm of bullets sprayed out.

Master Roshi was so startled that he flailed about.

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

But not a hair on him had been harmed.

"Look out!"

When a bullet ricocheted straight toward Bulma, Wuneng reacted in a flash, stepped forward, and caught it in his hand.

The bullet struck his palm, giving off a wisp of smoke before coming to a complete stop.

Bulma was pale with fright, drenched in sweat!

Wuneng furrowed his brow. This was bad. "Super Earthling Launch" was far too dangerous.

By comparison, Bulma was just an ordinary human. If they weren't careful, a stray bullet could kill her.

They couldn't afford to ignore that.

"Listen. If you want to stay here, you'll have to keep yourself in check. At the very least, stop pointing those dangerous toys at people whenever you feel like it!"

"Believe me, she's no help at all when it comes to keeping you safe. She's a liability!"

Blonde Ranqi was already in a foul mood (￣へ￣). Seeing this kid suddenly appear, she raised her gun and pointed it at him without a second thought.

"You say it's just a toy? How about now?"

A disdainful smile curled her lips as Ranqi asked arrogantly.

"Now the truth is in my hands. All it takes is a slight squeeze of the trigger, and you'll be on your way to see King Yama! Oh, no—you're so handsome, you might even get to meet God."

"You trust that gun of yours so much? Maybe it's out of bullets."

Facing the dark muzzle, Wuneng couldn't help wanting to laugh.

Since when had a piece of scrap metal like that been a threat to him?

"I bet your gun's out of bullets!"

The two of them were less than ten meters apart. If Ranqi managed to fire, then Wuneng was truly useless!

Feeling provoked, Ranqi blazed with anger, all reason gone.

She instinctively went to squeeze the trigger, but the next moment, there came a

"Click!"

Wuneng quickly floated back to his original spot and tossed the magazine from his hand onto the ground.

"You're lucky today. I never hit women!"

But you're unlucky, too—there's someone here who doesn't recognize women!

"Goku, beat him up!"

Seeing Blonde Ranqi's indignant expression, Wuneng picked at his ear and prepared to let his big brother loose.

"Oh, coming!"

The moment Wuneng finished speaking, Son Goku had already flashed in front of him.

He was a little intimidated by Ranqi in this state, but as the saying went: men might be gentle by nature, but a big brother had to be tough!

When his little brother called, he had to step up.

"Ha! Take this!"

In the blink of an eye, Son Goku sprang up and planted a kick right on Ranqi's face.

With a thud, Blonde Ranqi toppled neatly to the ground.

Her once tender, dewy face—so delicate it seemed you could squeeze water from it—now bore the imprint of a battered shoe!

The sight made all the men present draw in a sharp breath.

"Such a waste!"

Seeing how easily Ranqi had gone down, Son Goku could only dust off his hands and step aside.

"She's way too weak. I haven't even put any strength into it!"

Everyone broke into a cold sweat at his words.

"All right, Bulma, Xiao Wu. Carry her to the little house and let her rest. We'll see what happens when she wakes up."

"Master Mutaito, do try to act your age!"

Seeing Master Roshi itching to make a move, Wuneng cut him off without mercy.

That was enough for today. Everyone could rest, and training would officially begin tomorrow!

There wasn't a single reliable person here. In the end, Wuneng still had to step up and take charge.

Kame House couldn't fit this many people, but fortunately, the rich young lady Bulma had brought along a luxurious house of her own.

She opened a Capsule and set the house down beside Kame House.

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

"Goku, you and Krillin can sleep in Master Roshi's guest room."

"As for Master Roshi... I'm afraid you'll have to share with Yamcha. You two can sleep together."

Looking at the two houses before him, Wuneng made his assignments.

"You! You unfilial pupil!"

Wuneng's arrangements sent all three women to his own house, leaving Master Roshi, who had been harboring ulterior motives, unable to accept it!

"Master, I'm doing this for your own good. At your age, spending time with so many women might make you lose control and have another hemorrhage!"

"It's hard to recover when you're frail!"

Wuneng shrugged apologetically.

"See you tomorrow, everyone!"

At long last, he waved and led Bulma and Xiao Wu toward Bulma's house, with Ranqi propped up between them, leaving the men with a carefree view of his back...