After comforting Chi-Chi, Sun Wukong looked around the house but did not see his son.
"Where's Gohan?"
"Piccolo took him with him!"
"Haha, that Piccolo!"
Sun Wukong's heart warmed. Piccolo claimed he did not like Gohan, but he loved the boy dearly. He practically treated Gohan like his own son!
"I'll go find him!"
Chi-Chi nodded. "Okay!"
Sun Wukong vanished from the spot.
On the other side of Mount Paozu.
"Uncle Piccolo, when is my dad coming back?" a cute little boy asked, wagging his little tail.
"I don't know!" Piccolo sat there meditating and replied flatly.
More than three years had passed, and Son Gohan was nearly four years old. He had long grown used to Piccolo's answers.
After all, his Uncle Piccolo always spoke in that tone.
Gohan was still young, but he knew that aside from his dad and mom, Uncle Piccolo was the one who doted on him the most!
"Okay~"
Little Gohan puffed out his cheeks.
He had no concept of time. He only knew that his dad had been "away from home" for a very long time, though he had no idea exactly how long.
Anyway, he really missed his dad now!
"Uncle Piccolo, I'm going to catch fishies~"
Little Gohan hummed cheerfully. Without waiting for Piccolo's reply—because Piccolo would not answer him over such little things—he trotted over on his short legs, stripped off his clothes, jumped into the river, and began catching fish.
At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the riverbank.
"Sun Wukong, you finally decided to come back?" Piccolo opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and rose to his feet.
Sensing the fierce aura around Piccolo, Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched.
This guy wanted to fight!
"What do you want?"
"What do I want? How long have you been