The Two Who Went Their Separate Ways

Actually, Zhang Wutian wasn't worried about Little Wukong getting into danger at all.

Rather than worry about the monkey girl who was stronger than him, Zhang Wutian would be better off worrying a little about his own safety.

Like in this situation.

A Tyrannosaurus at least ten meters tall was drooling as it stared at him with a savage gaze.

"Are you hungry?"

The answer Zhang Wutian got was a steady drip of foul-smelling saliva.

"Funny, I'm hungry too."

A friendly smile spread across Zhang Wutian's face.

The next moment, the Tyrannosaurus snapped its jaws at him, intent on swallowing him along with the dirt and grass.

Zhang Wutian hopped backward, easily dodging its teeth. Then, using the rebound from his hop, he surged forward like a bullet and landed a flying kick on the Tyrannosaurus's lower jaw.

The kick's force nearly broke through the heavens, sending the Tyrannosaurus's lowered head snapping high into the air.

Then came the fatal second strike. While the Tyrannosaurus was still stunned, Zhang Wutian moved beside its leg, put all his strength into grabbing its foot, and lifted it up.

Then Zhang Wutian grabbed the dinosaur's leg and started spinning on the spot.

"Keep acting tough, and I'll send you flying!!!"

Using the centrifugal force generated by his spinning, Zhang Wutian flung the enormous creature, dozens of times his size, into the air.

The Tyrannosaurus crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhang Wutian calmly dusted off his hands, as if to say that although his combat power was still a little shaky, it was more than enough to deal with a beast like this.

A little while later...

Zhang Wutian was roasting a piece of meat over the fire. After spending half a year with Little Wukong, he had become quite adept at surviving in the wild.

Little Wukong had never been good at taking care of others. Living in the mountains with that monkey girl, Zhang Wutian had learned that if he didn't figure out how to take care of himself, no number of lives would be enough. Relying on yourself was better than relying on others. That was what he had learned over those six months.

Beside Zhang Wutian, the giant Tyrannosaurus was doing its best to curl up and tuck in its neck, trying to make itself look inconspicuous. But its enormous body made the effort a joke.

The Tyrannosaurus was missing part of its tail. As for where that chunk of meat had gone, Zhang Wutian was obviously the one best qualified to say.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Wutian began squeezing the last bit of value out of the Tyrannosaurus.

He treated it completely as his mount, sitting on its head and directing the now thoroughly tamed beast onward.

Several days later, a small village closest to the mountains fell into collective panic.

A giant Tyrannosaurus, a beast the local hunters called the Lord of the Forest, thundered toward the peaceful little village.

The men armed themselves, grabbing hunting rifles, machetes, and other weapons as they prepared for a hopeless battle. Meanwhile, the elderly, women, and children huddled trembling in their homes, awaiting their final judgment...

Until...

"What's that on the Lord of the Forest's head?" a sharp-eyed hunter asked his nervous companion.

"It looks like... a person?"

When Zhang Wutian rode the Tyrannosaurus to the village entrance, a group of half-armed villagers stood waiting, hardly daring to breathe.

Zhang Wutian jumped down from the Tyrannosaurus's head and walked over to the man at the front. "Do you buy game around here?"

"G-game?" The man clutching his rifle hadn't expected that to be the first thing the rider on the Tyrannosaurus's head said. He stammered, "We do."

"Great. I've got plenty of game to sell you." Zhang Wutian grinned.

A smile was probably the best way to bring people closer together. Once Zhang Wutian showed them all the game he had carried on the Tyrannosaurus's back, the tense atmosphere vanished. The elderly, women, and children came out of their homes, and the village that had been bracing for a last stand was suddenly bustling with activity.

Almost everyone joined in processing the game, giving the animals Zhang Wutian had caught along the way a first round of preparation.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wutian settled the payment with the village elder.

As the head of a border village, the old man struck Zhang Wutian as simple and honest. He didn't seem particularly calculating or shrewd. Of course, that probably had something to do with Zhang Wutian's show of force. After all, the Tyrannosaurus—something the men of the entire village might not even be able to handle together—was still standing nearby, apparently completely tamed by him. If the old village head tried to cheat him now, he'd have wasted his whole life.

"Damn it. Even if I bought a plane, I wouldn't know how to fly it. Besides, this money wouldn't be enough to buy one anyway. If I'd known, I would've asked Miss Bulma for a self-piloting plane. That rich heiress doesn't care about money, after all."

After accepting the money the village head had carefully handed him, Zhang Wutian used some of it to restock in the village, then left.

He hadn't even planned to spend the night there. Clearly, the Tyrannosaurus was far too much of a shock for the villagers.

Over the half year he'd spent with Little Wukong, Zhang Wutian had gradually gotten used to living in the wild. He wasn't the sort to shamelessly impose on people without a second thought. Since he was disrupting their everyday lives and didn't care whether he spent the night in the village, he might as well leave. Why stay and annoy everyone?

Zhang Wutian went from village to village, occasionally passing through a more prosperous city. This was a modern world, and by the time he passed through the third village, word had already spread through the cities and villages along his route about a powerful man traveling around on a Tyrannosaurus. The villages and cities he reached after that were still tense, but they weren't as alarmed as the first village. In fact, Zhang Wutian's story had already become a modest topic in the newspapers and was spreading through human society.

"Wukong, look. Isn't that Zhang Wutian?"

Bulma showed Little Wukong the picture in the newspaper.

"It really is Zhang Wutian! Bulma, will you read what it says?"

After their travels, Sun Wukong had picked up a few common-sense facts. She no longer thought there were little people inside the television, and for the first time, she wanted to learn how to read. Now she clung to Bulma, asking her to read the newspaper aloud.

After Miss Bulma finished reading the news, Little Wukong asked her, "Bulma, can I have this newspaper?"

Under Bulma's knowing smile, Little Wukong carefully folded the page with Zhang Wutian's picture and tucked it into her clothes.

Night grew late. In the house created with a Capsule, Little Wukong took out the newspaper before going to bed.

Gazing at Zhang Wutian's somewhat blurry picture, Little Wukong whispered:

"Good night, Zhang Wutian."

After saying that to the newspaper, Little Wukong lay down in bed.

Then she suddenly jumped up, pattered over to the bag holding the Dragon Balls, and said to the Four-Star Ball, "Sorry, I almost forgot. Good night to you too, Grandpa."

Then Little Wukong lay back down, and this time she was fast asleep in barely ten seconds.