The Sixth Dragon Ball

"Go on, go on, I'll wait for you here!" Master Roshi urged, pushing Sun Wukong forward with impatient excitement.

Sun Wukong then walked over to Bulma, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment, "Bulma, could you come over here for a second? I have something to tell you!"

"If you have something to say, just say it here, Sun Wukong. I want to hear it too!" Before Bulma could respond, Ziye spoke up first.

"Alright."

Sun Wukong rarely refused anything Ziye said, so he simply blurted out everything he had promised Master Roshi.

"What did you say, Sun Wukong? You actually want me to do something like that? And here I thought we were good friends!" Bulma said, hands on her hips, looking quite indignant.

"Don't be angry yet, Bulma. The old man said that if we don't do this, he won't help Uncle Ox-King put out the fire, and we'll never get the Dragon Ball. Besides, I don't think just taking a look would be a big deal..."

Bam!

Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Bulma's temper flared, and she landed a direct punch right on his spiky hair!

"Shut your mouth!"

"How about this? Let Oolong transform into a woman's appearance. Wouldn't that solve it?" Bulma suddenly suggested.

"No way, no way! Having a man look at my body—just thinking about it is disgusting!" Oolong immediately refused.

"It's decided. You've been following us this whole time, it's about time you made yourself useful!" Bulma pouted and clapped her hands, settling the matter.

"If you agree, I can take you to West City once this is done. There are all kinds of beauties there!"

"Really? No backing out! Fine, I'll do it." Hearing Bulma's terms, Oolong stopped resisting and agreed on the spot.

"Wait a second, Oolong."

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

Ziye leaned in close to Oolong's ear and whispered a few words. Oolong's face visibly turned ghastly, and a flicker of terror appeared in his eyes.

Bam.

After Ziye finished his warning, Oolong found a corner, transformed into a blonde, blue-eyed beauty, and followed Sun Wukong toward Master Roshi.

A moment later, Master Roshi walked out, his face full of excitement. He looked at the mountain of fire before him and slowly took off his shirt.

In the next second, the scrawny Master Roshi suddenly transformed into a muscular powerhouse, a sight that truly shocked everyone present.

"Ka... me... ha... me... HA!"

Master Roshi placed his hands at his waist, white energy slowly condensing between his palms. With a powerful thrust, a massive beam of energy shot out, slamming directly into the Fire Mountain.

"Whew."

"Look, the fire is out," Master Roshi said calmly after catching his breath.

"What amazing power," Sun Wukong said, his mouth agape in surprise.

"This... this... Master, the fire is out, but..."

"My castle and the entire mountain have been leveled to the ground!" Ox-King said, looking rather awkward.

"Ah... sorry about that, I might have overdone it!" Master Roshi said, scratching his head with an embarrassed laugh.

"But now that it's all in ruins, how are we supposed to find the Dragon Ball?" Oolong asked, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

"Don't worry, I have the Dragon Ball Radar. I can pinpoint the exact location of the Dragon Ball!" Bulma chuckled, took the Dragon Ball Radar from her pocket, and zoomed in on the signal to its maximum setting.

"Old man, that move you just did was incredible! Can you teach me?" Sun Wukong ran up to Master Roshi and asked excitedly.

"Haha, it takes at least fifty years of training to learn the Kamehameha. You're still too green!" Master Roshi laughed, holding up five fingers to Sun Wukong.

"Fifty years?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, placed his hands at his waist, and began to channel all the energy within his body!

Ha!

With a roar from Sun Wukong, a white beam of energy erupted, instantly reducing the rocks in front of him to rubble!

"I did it! Though it's still far behind the old man's," Sun Wukong said, looking at his hands with a hint of disappointment.

"As expected of Gohan's grandson, that's truly remarkable," Ox-King said, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Is he Gohan's child?" Master Roshi asked, shocked upon hearing this.

"Master Mutten, you didn't know?"

"I did hear that Gohan found a child with a tail over a decade ago, but so it was him!" Master Roshi said, his expression grave.

"Hey, Ziye, why don't you give it a try too!"

Goku suddenly waved at Ziye and shouted loudly.

"Haha, children will be children! A supreme technique like the Kamehameha, how could it possibly..."

"Ah!"

Before Master Roshi could even finish his sentence, the scene before his eyes shocked him into silence.

Ziye had assumed the exact same stance as Goku, and white energy instantly condensed in his hands!

BOOM!

A white beam of light shot forth, many times more powerful than the one Goku had released!

"This... this... how is this possible? Since when was the Kamehameha so easy to learn?"

"These two children are once-in-a-lifetime geniuses!"

Master Roshi's expression was solemn, his gaze growing increasingly fervent as he looked at the two of them.

"Goku, Ziye, would you like to come to my place to train? Perhaps your strength will surpass mine in the future!"

"Really?"

"Then once we find the Dragon Balls, we will definitely go to Master Roshi's place!"

Goku agreed with great excitement, and Ziye nodded earnestly as well.

On the other side, Bulma and Oolong searched with all their might and finally found the sixth Dragon Ball in the ruins.

"Great! Now there's only one Dragon Ball left."

"Let me see where it is."

"Found it. It's to the west, and the journey looks like it will be very long!"

With that, the four of them bid farewell to Master Roshi and the others, setting off once more on their quest to find the Dragon Balls!

Ziye and his group traveled westward, and after driving for nearly a day, they finally found a remote little town.

The moment they stepped into the town, the pedestrians on the street were so frightened that they scattered in all directions.

"What's going on? Are the people here just shy?" Bulma couldn't help but ask, puzzled.

"Bulma, why do I get the feeling that the people here are trembling because they saw you?" Ziye frowned, asking in confusion.

"How is that possible? I'm such a cute girl, loved by everyone and everything; how could I scare anyone? Don't talk nonsense!" Bulma pouted and immediately retorted.

"Hey, why are you so afraid of her?" Ziye grabbed a passerby and asked.

"M-master, please, spare me!"

"Speak clearly."

Ziye said coldly.

"Aren't you people from the Rabbit Corps?" the passerby said, trembling.

"The Rabbit Corps?"