The wooden door was ajar, and there was a slight scraping sound of wooden shafts when it was pushed open.
The light in the room was not very bright, and there was an old-fashioned TV set on the table against the wall, with the screen facing the direction of the door.
Master Roshi is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, with his hands on both sides of his knees, his body leaning forward slightly, and his head almost touching the screen.
On the TV, several women in colorful clothes were dancing some kind of fast-paced dance, and the picture flashed on the screen.
Master Roshi's eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw was slightly open, and a line of glistening saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth, hanging precariously on the tip of his chin.
Gine's footsteps stopped at the door.
She looked at the old man with sparse hair and a slightly hunched back, then turned to look at Son Goku next to her, and her brows slowly wrinkled.
"Hahaha, Grandpa Master Roshi, you are still the same." Son Goku was not surprised at all, but laughed out loud. He turned around and spread his hands towards Gine, "Mom, this is how he likes to watch beautiful girls dance."
Gine's mouth corners lowered.
She stood for two seconds, then took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders.
Fortunately, my son didn't seem to follow his example.
She felt relieved a little and turned her eyes to the old man who was still staring at the screen without even turning his head.
"Um... can't he hear us? Is he deaf?" Gine turned his head and asked Son Goku.
The two of them had been standing at the door for a while, and they did not deliberately lower their voices when speaking, but Master Roshi always had his back to them, and his eyes did not stray from the screen for even a moment.
"Grandpa is like this. He has to wait until the TV show is over before he notices us." Son Goku rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "No matter what happens now, we can't disturb him from watching TV."
"That's easy to say." Gine looked back, raised the index finger of his right hand slightly, and a thin golden flame condensed at the fingertip.
She flicked her wrist, and the flame shot out like a thin needle from a string, drawing a straight short arc in the air and accurately sinking into the back cover of the TV.
"Bang!"
The picture on the screen flashed suddenly, and then went completely dark.
A thin stream of green smoke floated out from the heat dissipation hole on the top of the TV, and dispersed after twisting twice in the sunlight.
Master Roshi's smile still hung on his face, and his eyes still maintained the focus on the screen, until the darkened black screen reflected his own frozen face.
His eyeballs moved slowly, frame by frame, and then he turned his head sharply.
"Ah--! My beautiful lady!" Master Roshi's voice rose a little higher, and he jumped up from the floor. He threw himself in front of the still smoking TV and hurriedly pressed the switch a few times. There was no reaction except a thicker puff of smoke.
He froze there, his back facing the two people at the door. His shoulders shook slightly for a while, and then he slowly turned around.
His eyes swept across Son Goku's face, and then landed on Gine standing next to him.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were lit up from within.
The pain of losing the TV show was quickly replaced by a new discovery.
The corners of his mouth curved up unconsciously, he rubbed his hands, and spoke in an extremely gentle and deliberately restrained voice, "Hello, this beautiful young lady. What's your name?"
Son Goku silently raised his hand to cover his face.
Gine stood still and did not move.
Master Roshi took a step forward, stretched out his hand with a smile, and stretched his fingertips in the direction of Gine.
"Bang!"
Gine's body shifted less than an inch to the left, and Master Roshi's finger passed through the empty space next to her shoulder.
She flipped her right palm upward from bottom to top, and the palm was covered with a thin and sharp layer of golden aura, and she patted Master Roshi on the back of the neck impartially.
The force is not heavy, and it is cut accurately at the position of the big tendon on the side of the neck.
Master Roshi was driven forward by the force and staggered forward two steps. He stumbled to the ground and almost hit the corner of the TV cabinet with the back of his head.
"Ouch--"
Master Roshi let out a short wail, lay on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. The greasy smile on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an exaggerated grievance.
"So fierce!" Master Roshi got up from the ground, rubbed the painful back of his neck, and took half a step back. The initial frivolity in his eyes had completely changed to vigilance.
"Kakarot, don't learn from this old pervert anymore!" Gine took back his hand, clapped his palms, turned his head and said to Son Goku, his tone was clear and concise, leaving no room for negotiation.
"This..." Son Goku scratched his head, scraped his fingers through the tangled hair twice, moved his lips, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Aren't we looking for Dragon Ball? Is there any way to find Dragon Ball now?" Gine looked away from Master Roshi, and his tone softened a bit.
"It shouldn't be hard to find, right? You have to have Dragon Radar first." Son Goku thought for a while and then said, "I remember Master Roshi's grandpa has a Dragon Ball here, and my grandpa also has one there. I don't remember very clearly where the other Dragon Balls are."
"Dragon Radar?" Gine repeated the word and turned to Son Goku.
"Let's ask Bulma to make Dragon Radar." Son Goku added after that, "But the current Bulma's aura is very weak, so it is difficult to sense it, so we can only fly over."
"Then fly over." Gine nodded without further delay.
"Grandpa, let's go." Son Goku said, tapping his toes lightly, and while passing by Master Roshi, his right hand quickly reached out, pulled off the orange-red bead hanging from Master Roshi's neck, and waved at Master Roshi.
"Huh?" Master Roshi still kept rubbing the back of his neck, and opened his mouth when he saw his empty chest.
Before they could make a sound, the two figures had already swept out of the window.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two figures quickly rose up under the blue sky and flew in the direction of West City.
Master Roshi stood alone at the window, looking up at the two increasingly smaller black spots melting into the clouds, looking down at his empty neck again, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Who are these two people?
The outline of West City gradually became clearer in the field of vision.
Bulma's house has a tree-lined courtyard, scattered buildings, and the blonde hostess who is watering the flowers in the yard, which makes Gine a little fascinated.
When Son Goku and Gine landed on the lawn in the yard, Bulma was squatting by the flower bed digging soil with a shovel, with a mud mark on his face.
She raised her head and saw two strangers falling from the sky. She paused with the shovel in her hand, but she was not frightened like an ordinary six-year-old child.
After all, she has seen flying people like Reiz and Linoshi before, and aliens are nothing new to her.