Yamcha

After recruiting Oolong as a companion, the four of them set off once more in search of the sixth Dragon Ball, heading southwest.

"Only two Dragon Balls left. This journey's going much more smoothly than I expected!"

Ziye said casually, looking at the five Dragon Balls laid out in front of him.

"Yeah."

Goku nodded with a smile, agreeing. Then he glanced at the gloomy Oolong and asked, puzzled, "But why do we have to bring him along?"

"I'd like to know that even more than you do. Do you think I'm happy to go adventuring with you?" Oolong muttered, pouting crossly.

"We're bringing him along to keep him from transforming and scaring people again. Besides, I think his transformation technique is pretty good. It could come in handy on our journey," Ziye explained calmly.

"I don't want to help at all. By the way, where exactly are you going?" Oolong rolled his eyes and asked irritably.

"Let me check!"

At that, Bulma took a map out of her backpack. After studying it carefully, she murmured, "Looks like our next stop is somewhere around Fried Bread Slice!"

As soon as he heard that, Oolong's face fell. He immediately cried out, "What?! Fried Bread Slice? Why didn't you say so sooner? Let me go! I'm getting off!"

Seeing Oolong act so strangely, Goku asked, confused, "Oolong, do you know what that place is? Why are you so scared?"

At Goku's question, Oolong's expression grew even more troubled. He asked in disbelief, "You mean you don't know? A terrifying monster lives there. His name is Ox-King."

"Ox-King? Sounds delicious!" Goku thought for a moment, then said with a grin.

Bulma chuckled too, unconcerned. "Don't worry. Ziye and Goku will beat him."

"You lunatics have no idea how terrifying Ox-King is! Stop the car! We can't go there!" Oolong shouted frantically.

"If you want to go, then go! I'm not going!"

With that, Oolong leaped into the air and transformed into a little bird, trying to escape.

"Where do you think you're going? Sit down and behave!"

Before Oolong could fly far, Ziye grabbed him and hauled him back. After some threats and persuasion, Oolong finally settled down.

At last, the car fell quiet. They quickly headed toward their destination, and before long, they had driven into a desert.

"It's so hot! What is this awful weather?"

Bulma wiped the sweat dripping from her forehead, then slammed on the brakes and complained irritably.

"Bulma, why have you stopped again? Didn't you just go to the bathroom?"

Goku looked at Bulma innocently, puzzled.

"Shut up! Who says stopping means I have to use the bathroom? I can't stand this awful heat. I'm going to take a bath!"

As she spoke, Bulma opened the car door and got out. She found a clear spot, then tossed down a Capsule. A luxurious house appeared in front of them!

"Ugh, women are such a hassle!"

Ziye shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Huh?"

"What's that?"

Suddenly, a strange figure in the distance came rushing toward them.

"Judging by that car, looks like I've found some easy marks today!"

The newcomer was a handsome man dressed in green, with a long sword at his waist. He looked imposing.

"Who are you?" Goku asked, puzzled.

"Heh."

The man sneered, then said coolly, "I'm Yamcha, a bandit who rules this area."

"Since you're all kids, hand over all your money, and I'll let you go."

Hearing this, Ziye couldn't help laughing. He walked over to Goku and said mockingly, "Well, Goku, looks like we've run into a robber. You taking him, or should I?"

"Isn't that crybaby Puar? Since when did you have the guts to come rob people?" Oolong suddenly pointed at the pet beside Yamcha and laughed at him.

"You're... Oolong? What are you doing here?" Puar recognized him too and asked in surprise.

"You know each other?" Yamcha asked curiously.

"Yeah. Back in kindergarten, this guy used to bully me all the time! Then he got kicked out for stealing the teacher's underwear!" Puar said indignantly.

"Oh? He'd even steal someone else's underwear? He sounds like a real piece of work. Puar, I'll teach him a lesson for you!" Yamcha said with a cold laugh.

At that, Oolong shrank back in fright and hid behind Ziye, pleading nervously, "Ziye, you're the one who brought me along. You have to keep me safe!"

"You're going to protect him?" Yamcha glanced at Ziye, his face full of disdain.

"Fine. Since you're kids, I'll let you go if you make that pig apologize to Puar and hand over all your money."

"If you want to rob us, you'll have to prove you can," Ziye said with a cold, disdainful laugh.

"If you're looking to get yourself killed, don't blame me."

Yamcha's expression darkened. The next moment, he gripped his sword, drew it from his waist, and slashed fiercely at Ziye.

Whoosh!

Ziye darted aside, easily dodging the attack. Then he followed through with a punch, landing a solid blow to Yamcha's stomach.

"Ah!"

Yamcha cried out in pain and went flying.

"It's been a long time since I've faced such a strong opponent. In that case, I'll show you my special move!"

Yamcha's expression turned grim. He crouched into a fighting stance like a wolf, then shouted,

"Wolf Fang Fist!"

In the next moment, Yamcha's speed increased dramatically. It was as if dozens of ferocious wolves were charging at Ziye.

Faced with the fierce, seemingly flawless attack, Ziye's expression grew serious.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two traded a flurry of blows. Yamcha's face fell; he couldn't believe he hadn't managed to hurt Ziye at all.

"How is this possible? Someone actually held off Young Master Yamcha's Wolf Fang Fist?" Puar gaped in disbelief.

"Heh."

"Is that all you've got?"

"My turn now."

Ziye gave a cold snort and taunted him, then immediately took the same fighting stance as Yamcha.

"That's impossible! How can you...?"

Yamcha's expression darkened even further at the sight.

"Wolf Fang Fist!"

The next moment, Ziye used Yamcha's own technique. He was faster than Yamcha, and his attacks were even fiercer.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce attacks left countless wounds on Yamcha. Then Ziye threw a punch, sending him flying dozens of meters.