Drawing a Big Pie for the Dragon to Eat

"You guys go in first. I'll deal with this dragon."

Son Gohan waved and replied with a smile.

He gestured for Goku to follow Bulma into the house, while he himself went to an open space.

"Boom!"

He casually threw the pterosaur he had been holding up onto the ground. Its heavy body visibly trembled, and then it fell silent again.

"What, still pretending to be unconscious? No one told you that the weight of a living creature is different when it's unconscious versus awake, did they?"

"Dragons without culture are at a disadvantage!"

As he spoke, the dragon still showed no signs of movement.

"Oh dear, if you're too badly injured to wake up, then I'll have to reluctantly eat you."

"I've never eaten grilled dragon wings before. If I sprinkle some spices on it, it should be delicious!"

As soon as Son Gohan said this, Ribut's entire body visibly trembled uncontrollably. It could no longer pretend.

"My meat is sour and stinky! It's not tasty at all, don't eat me!"

It shouted anxiously, afraid that if it didn't speak up quickly, it would be skinned and deboned the next second.

At this moment, Son Gohan was more terrifying than a demon in its eyes. Killing a dragon was one thing, but this wild monkey killed dragons and attacked their minds too!

"Yo, looks like I can be a veterinarian too. I healed you without surgery or medicine."

He showed a kind smile to the large creature in front of him.

"Since you're awake, let's talk."

Son Gohan squatted down on the ground and glanced at Ribut indifferently. Ribut, who was already terrified, didn't even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that its wings would no longer belong to it the next second.

"You, you just give the orders, and I, Ribut, will obey without question!"

It swore an oath, fearing that delay would bring disaster.

"Well, since you're so cooperative, then be my mount for a while."

He couldn't use the Flying Nimbus yet, so this little dragon was still somewhat useful.

"How is that possible? A noble dragon race cannot be someone's mount!"

Ribut was shocked and indignant. As the absolute king of this plateau, before today, it had never imagined it would be reduced to such a state of being at someone else's mercy!

"Obey, or... die!"

Seeing that the dragon was being so uncooperative, Son Gohan gradually lost his patience. It was just a mount, not something he absolutely had to have; he had just had a sudden whim to try it out.

If it didn't work, he'd just roast it! He was hungry after traveling all day anyway.

Toad with three legs might be hard to find, but a dragon with two wings was a dime a dozen.

Ribut felt the dead silence before him, observing Son Gohan's increasingly cold expression, and its howls slowly subsided.

"Can't we just..."

Before it could finish speaking, its instincts screamed, and the rest of its words died in its throat.

"I'm willing!"

In the end, it reluctantly lowered its head.

Nature was a dog-eat-dog world; it had no choice but to bow.

"Good, that's more like it!"

Son Gohan nodded in satisfaction.

This Pterosaur had a wingspan of over five meters and was quite plump. Its back was broad, more than enough to seat three people.

Actually, the main reason was that he was about to meet Master Roshi. When Master Roshi gave him the Flying Nimbus, with his temperament, he definitely wouldn't be able to ride it. When Goku had the cool Flying Nimbus, he couldn't be too far behind, could he?

Of course, subduing this dragon by force wasn't a foolproof plan either. After all, he couldn't keep an eye on it every single moment.

It wouldn't be good if it slipped away when he wasn't paying attention.

Son Gohan thought about it and decided to offer it a carrot. After all, the carrot and stick approach had always been the best way to train a "dragon."

"You don't have to feel like you're at a disadvantage. I won't keep you as a mount for too long. After a certain period, we'll go our separate ways."

"And during the time you follow me, I can teach you to cultivate, making you at least ten to a hundred times stronger than you are now!"

Son Gohan was confident about this. In this world, all things had their own Qi, and through guided cultivation, Qi would grow stronger.

This dragon's combat power was at most 7 to 8. Even if it increased a hundredfold, it would only be 700-800 combat power.

Ribut had indeed been in a situation where it had to bow its head, just as Son Gohan had thought. It had planned to feign cooperation, either looking for a chance to escape or waiting to flip them all over once they were in the sky.

It never expected to become stronger?

"Are you kidding me?"

Out of caution, it still wanted to probe further.

Son Gohan knew that words alone weren't enough. After thinking for a moment, he continued.

"Look at my brother and me. We're only twelve years old, still in our human childhood, far from adulthood.

"But even one of us alone is far, far stronger than you. Have you ever seen a human this strong besides us?"

After hearing Son Gohan's words, Ribut subconsciously began to recall. The humans he had encountered before were not this strong. Most of them were so scared they froze in place the moment he met them, just like that female earlier today.

It could be said that before today, if a Dragon told him that a mere human cub could defeat him with one hand, he would have said that Dragon had gone mad!

Now, the facts were laid out before him, and he had no choice but to believe.

After understanding everything, Ribut no longer hesitated. It yearned to become stronger!

"I willingly pledge myself to you as my master. Please, Master, teach me. I beg you!"

The Dragon half-crouched on the ground, its head bowed low, respectfully prostrating itself before Son Gohan.

"Haha, no need for such formalities. You don't have to call me Master all the time; you're not my servant."

Seeing the Dragon willingly submit, Son Gohan felt quite pleased.

"Just call me Boss from now on. Don't be so nervous."

"In our world, all beings possess Ki. Those who find a way to train and strengthen their Ki are called Martial Artists by people."

"Once we've settled down a bit, I'll take you to train. We'll strive to make you a great Martial Artist as soon as possible! Work hard, little Dragon."

"Yes, I will definitely train hard and not let your cultivation go to waste!"

After hearing Son Gohan's words, Ribut hastily prostrated itself again, showing its submission.

Son Gohan was quite satisfied with this outcome. Combining authority with benevolence was clearly much better than using authority alone. At least in the short term, it made him feel much more at ease.

As for when this grand promise of helping Ribut become a Martial Artist would be fulfilled, it depended on whether Son Gohan himself could successfully find a master.

Strictly speaking, although he and Goku had the foundation laid by the childhood Gohan, they couldn't really be called Martial Artists yet. They weren't even considered apprentices.

At most, they were currently relying on their Saiyan bloodline, using pure brute force to execute some basic punches.