Yamcha

"According to the village lottery, I was supposed to offer my daughter to King Oolong, but I refused, so I didn't hand her over.

King Oolong must have come here now to demand my daughter!"

The middle-aged man explained.

"I see. In that case, Wukong, hurry out and defeat him!"

Sun Wukong nodded and walked out of the house.

In the village, a tall and fierce-looking blue robot was currently terrorizing the villagers.

This robot was exactly what Oolong had transformed into.

Sun Wukong quickly walked up to Oolong.

"Are you Oolong?"

Oolong looked down at the little shrimp before him and said, "That's right, I am King Oolong. Who are you?"

"Sun Wukong!"

"Sun Wukong?"

"That's right!"

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, he leaped several yards into the air, landing directly above Oolong.

Oolong was so startled that his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

With a loud clang, Sun Wukong chopped down on Oolong's head with his palm.

Oolong's eyes rolled back, his body transformed into a small white pig, and he passed out.

The villagers hiding in their homes saw this scene and immediately stepped out.

Bulma also walked out of the house.

"Wu... Wukong, is this guy dead?"

"No! I didn't use much strength; I just knocked him out!"

"Is that so! But is this guy really this weak? He couldn't even take one of your chops!"

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "I reckon he couldn't even beat you!"

Bulma glared at Sun Wukong.

"Wukong, what do you mean by that?"

"N... nothing!"

Bulma snorted coldly, turned to the middle-aged man behind her, and said, "We've already helped you defeat King Oolong. According to our previous agreement, shouldn't you give us the Dragon Ball?"

The middle-aged man nodded and looked at his daughter.

The little girl took the Dragon Ball hanging around her neck and handed it to Bulma.

Bulma thanked him and took the Dragon Ball.

"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now?"

"Alright!"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Then Wukong, shall we go?"

"Alright!"

With that, the two of them left the village.

Seeing this, the villagers tied Oolong up.

A long while later, Oolong woke up from his stupor and discovered a large bump on his head.

"Damn it! Who exactly was that brat! How could he be so strong!"

As Oolong spoke, he suddenly noticed many villagers standing all around him.

They were all glaring at him with very unfriendly expressions.

The next day, Bulma bought a flying car in a town they were passing through.

By now, the two of them had arrived in a desert.

The desert was surrounded by many mushroom-shaped boulders.

Because the temperature here was so high, both Sun Wukong and Bulma were sweating profusely.

Inside a mushroom-shaped cave above them, a handsome man with long hair was sitting at a stone table.

This person was none other than Yamcha.

At this moment, Yamcha was still a desert bandit.

Seeming to sense the commotion outside, Yamcha suddenly stood up from his stone chair.

Just then, Puar, who had been keeping watch outside, came in.

"Master Yamcha, there's a situation!"

"Let's hear it!"

"Yes, Master Yamcha!"

"There are two people outside; one is driving a flying car, and the other is sitting on a yellow cloud!"

"On a yellow cloud?"

"I think it might be a newly invented vehicle!"

"A vehicle? But I haven't heard of anyone inventing a cloud-based vehicle!"

Yamcha stroked his chin and said.

"Perhaps it was just researched and hasn't been announced yet!"

"That's possible. Where are they now? We must hurry and pursue them, or they'll get away!"

"They aren't far ahead!"

Puar replied.

"Good, then let's set off now and intercept them!"

"Understood!"

With that, the two immediately left the stone cave.

Yamcha took a Hoi-Poi Capsule from his clothes and threw it onto the ground.

Poof!

Accompanied by a cloud of white smoke, a flying motorcycle appeared on the ground.

Yamcha quickly mounted the motorcycle and sped off in pursuit of the two.

A few minutes later, Yamcha caught up to Sun Wukong and the others.

Bulma saw the two pursuers through the car's rearview mirror.

At this moment, Yamcha suddenly threatened them.

"Don't run! You two had better stop obediently, otherwise, I won't be so polite!"

"Wukong, what should we do?"

Bulma said in a panic.

"It's fine, I'll handle him!"

Sun Wukong said, jumping down from the Flying Nimbus.

Seeing this, Yamcha stopped his motorcycle and hopped off.

The two locked eyes.

"Kid, if you just make your companion stop the car and hand over your belongings, I might spare your lives!"

"Not necessary!"

Sun Wukong laughed.

"Is that so! In that case, I'll make you suffer a little first!"

After saying this, Yamcha immediately charged toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong stood motionless in place.

Yamcha chuckled and threw a powerful punch forward with his right fist.

Just as Yamcha's fist was mere centimeters from Sun Wukong's face, Sun Wukong suddenly raised his right leg and kicked Yamcha in the abdomen.

Yamcha's body instantly flew backward, crashing into several boulders behind him.

"Master Yamcha!"

Seeing this, Puar's expression changed, and he flew hurriedly toward where Yamcha had fallen.

Because the power of Sun Wukong's kick was so great, Yamcha was unable to stand up for a moment.

"You... who exactly are you?"

"Sun Wukong!"

After saying this, Sun Wukong called for the Flying Nimbus and caught up to Bulma.

"Wukong, is that guy going to be okay?"

Bulma glanced back at Yamcha, who was lying in the pile of rocks.

"It's nothing! At most, I'll just be lying down for a few days!"

"Is that so! But I really didn't expect it, Wukong, you're so amazing that you could even defeat bandits!"

"It's alright, I guess!"

"A... a girl!"

Seeing Bulma look over, Yamcha's face turned beet red in an instant.

"What's wrong, Master Yamcha? Why is your face so red?"

"A... a girl!"

Yamcha stammered.

"Puar, actually, I've always had a weakness!"

"A weakness?"

"That's right, this weakness is girls!"

"Girls?"

"Whenever I see a girl, I get shy and can't bring myself to interact with them!"

"..."

Puar was speechless; he couldn't believe Yamcha had such a weakness.

Just then, Sun Wukong and Bulma continued on their way.

"Master Yamcha, they're leaving!"

Yamcha nodded and said.

"Puar, did you notice the character 'Turtle' on that kid's clothes?"

"I noticed it, what about it, Master Yamcha?"

"In the martial arts world, there is an old man known to the world as the God of Martial Arts. This old man is named Master Roshi, also known as Master Mutaito!"

"Master Yamcha, are you suspecting that he is a disciple of Master Roshi?"

Yamcha nodded.