Ribut's Little Grievance

"Is Gohan someone you two can just call out to? You have no respect for your senior brother!"

Son Gohan was very unhappy at this moment! He needed to find a punching bag to beat up.

Coincidentally, two had just arrived!

"Come on, I think your training isn't quite enough today. Today, I, your senior brother, will personally guide you!"

A cold light shot from his eyes, and Son Gohan's lips curved into a cruel smile, as chilling as ice in the height of summer!

Yamcha and Krillin shivered unexpectedly and quickly waved their hands in refusal, but by then Son Gohan had already walked between them.

He raised his arms and hooked their shoulders into his embrace, walking them out.

It was obvious that Yamcha, whose body was much taller than Son Gohan's, was bent over considerably.

Being dragged out by force, the two exchanged glances, both showing expressions of utter despair...

After a long, long while, Son Gohan, who had just left, walked back in. He patted the non-existent dust off himself and calmly said, "Let's eat," before burying his head in his food.

Son Goku glanced at the doorway behind him and felt a bit confused when the other two who had left earlier didn't follow. He hopped over to the window.

Looking out, he saw the two junior brothers who had just sparred were now bandaging each other's heads and faces, which were covered in large bumps.

In a short time, their entire heads and faces were wrapped up like mummies, with only their eyes visible inside.

"Hahahaha, they look so funny, hahahaha!"

Bulma, who had finished tidying up, also came to watch the fun. She discovered the two unfortunate brothers, who were wrapped up extremely tightly.

The two outside looked at each other, tears streaming down their faces silently. They both cursed their bad luck for running into Son Gohan's bad temper.

After looking at each other for a few moments, they were shocked by each other's appearance and pointed at each other, bursting into laughter.

Hearing this, Son Gohan's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything further. After all, he felt much better now.

The two outside guys didn't suffer any internal injuries; they just looked quite pathetic. He had been extremely careful with his blows.

After Son Gohan finished eating, the master and disciples gathered again to listen to Master Roshi explain his cultivation insights.

Son Goku was particularly clingy, pestering Master Roshi with questions, like a curious baby, driving Master Roshi to the brink of death.

Finally, Master Roshi impatiently drove them all away. He then sneakily took out a treasured book from a cabinet and began to admire it, no longer paying attention to his disciples.

Looking at the sky, Son Gohan said goodbye to the others. He intended to take Bulma back to his small hut for some private time, but he discovered Ribut, who was lying by the door and looking at him expectantly.

Son Gohan slapped his forehead, finally remembering what he had forgotten.

"Good thing I'm not Tang Sanzang, and Ribut isn't Old Turtle!"

He quickly stepped forward two paces and greeted it.

"Good evening, Ribut!"

He scratched his head and greeted it awkwardly.

Ribut stared at him with a pair of resentful little eyes, blinking.

"Boss, did you forget something!"

"Ahem, how could I! As a big brother, I'm always thinking of my little brother. Are you talking about training!"

"I thought you had forgotten."

Ribut had seen Master Roshi take his brothers out today, and knew they were going to train.

But since he wasn't their disciple, and the boss hadn't said anything, he could only watch enviously.

Now, as the day was drawing to a close and everyone was about to rest, he, anxious, had to wait by the door of the small house.

Heaven rewards the diligent. Wasn't that the boss he was waiting for!

"This matter should be very simple. You can ask Teacher Master Roshi to arrange it then. I'll have a word with him."

Son Gohan actually had a plan for Ribut's training, he had just forgotten about it for a moment.

On this island, there were two animal overlords: one was a Tyrannosaurus Rex giant beast deep in the island, and the other was a great white shark in the river surrounding the island.

Later, when Son Goku and the others trained, they would challenge those two overlords. At that time, Ribut could just go up and fight them.

Training among fierce beasts was always cruel and bloody.

As long as Master Roshi was there to supervise, and Ribut challenged them daily, if he didn't die, a few months would be enough for him to improve significantly!

After Son Gohan told him the plan he had devised for Ribut, Ribut's dragon eyes were filled with a thirst for power!

No dragon, after witnessing the terrifying combat power of Son Gohan in his Giant Ape form, would not yearn to become stronger!

"Please train me hard! I beg you!"

Sensing Son Gohan's sincerity, Ribut bowed his dragon head to the ground!

This was a gesture of sincere submission, carrying a spirit of "If you treat me as a national scholar, I will repay you with my life."

It could be said that it had only been a few months since Ribut was reluctantly forced to join the Dragon Ball team to his current heartfelt submission.

"Dragons are never slaves! Unless all expenses are covered, and martial arts are taught..."

Son Gohan helplessly helped Ribut up and turned to enter Master Roshi's hut to communicate with him.

Master Roshi had no objections to Ribut's request for training. After all, whether it was one sheep or a flock, the effort was the same, and he just needed to be a little careful.

"Leave these small matters to me. Seeing you, it seems your power has improved again in just a day. Sometimes, facing you, I get the illusion that I'm already old, as if these past two hundred years have been wasted..."

"Don't worry, Master Mutaito. Even if my power surpasses the heavens in the future, you'll still be my teacher, right? You were the one who introduced me to martial arts."

Master Roshi laughed and cursed, "You brat!"

He was an open-minded person by nature, so he didn't hold any grudges.

"For the next period, let's continue with the original plan. When you surpass me, it will be up to you then."

Patting Son Gohan's shoulder again, Master Roshi said with a smile.

"I hope that day comes sooner. You need to work hard too, Gohan!"

"Yes!"

"..."

"So, you spent half the day discussing martial arts with that old pervert?"

As it neared midnight, Bulma sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at her boyfriend.

"You absolutely must not learn any bad habits from him! Don't read unhealthy books, and! You can't watch those kinds of videotapes you took from me before either!!"

She threatened him with flailing arms and legs, afraid that Son Gohan would be corrupted by his teacher.

Son Gohan nodded seriously, indicating that he would absolutely uphold his principles and would not touch those teachers' works until his body was fully developed.

Even when he grew up and wanted to watch them, he would watch them with her, which made Bulma blush crimson.

"Speaking of which, Master Mutaito might not know as much as I do. After all, Teacher Aoi and Teacher Ozawa are not to be trifled with!"

Son Gohan muttered, though he didn't dare to say it out loud.