Baldy Krillin

An unusual sound grew closer. The three of them, who had been discussing their training while eating, rushed out of the house, still holding their bowls.

"It's Mr. Sea Turtle!" Wuchen was the first to sense three auras approaching, one of which belonged to the sea turtle.

It was thanks to the sea turtle that the two brothers had formed a bond with Master Roshi and obtained the third Dragon Ball.

"Da-da-da~" Before they could react, the sound rang out again.

"You pervert! Don't run!" At the same time, a rather masculine female voice shouted.

Immediately, a blonde woman wielding two submachine guns appeared before them, chasing after a person and a turtle.

"Master, save me!" the sea turtle cried out, currently being carried on someone's back.

The one carrying him was a small, bald boy. The boy was quite unusual; he didn't even have a nose!

"Master Mutaito? Is that Master Mutaito? Please, save us!" The bald boy had also spotted Master Roshi and the others, and he hurriedly called for help.

"Da-da-da!" Another burst of gunfire was directed at the boy and the sea turtle.

Wuchen quickly waved his hand, and a wall of earth rose from the ground. A dull thud followed as the bullets struck the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"So... so amazing! Is this a disciple of Master Mutaito? Is this a technique of the Turtle School?!" The boy had impressive composure; not only did he not wet himself, but he even started critiquing the situation.

In a flash, several figures appeared simultaneously, lifting the boy and the sea turtle up, all while still holding their bowls.

The boy was startled. How graceful, how calm, how confident!

"Master Mutaito, my name is Krillin. I came all the way from the distant East City to seek your tutelage. Please, take me as your disciple." Indeed, this was Krillin, the romantic rival of a good portion of the Dragon Ball fanbase.

"Ah-choo!" Krillin's voice was cut off by a sneeze.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the source of the sneeze; the blonde woman had been irritated by the dust and let one out.

But it wasn't the sneeze itself that captivated them.

The fierce blonde woman had transformed in an instant into a gentle, blue-haired young lady!

"Ah!" Not only had her appearance changed, but her personality had shifted drastically; she was so startled by the guns in her own hands that she sat down on the ground.

"Goku, don't look!" Wuchen quickly pulled Goku away, for the woman was wearing a skirt, and as she sat down, her undergarments were exposed in their direction.

"Oh, my, my, little sister, why did you run up the mountain all by yourself? Let me check you over to see if you're hurt."

The martial arts master, Master Mutaito—Master Roshi—was a warm-hearted man.

He immediately rushed over, enthusiastically checking the woman from top to... bottom.

With his anxious expression, it was as if... he was genuinely worried that she might have injured herself when she sat down.

"..." Wuchen opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He was not unaware of Master Roshi's quirks. Over the past month, whenever they weren't training, Master Roshi would watch some rather peculiar programs on that box called a television.

Even once, while they were out delivering goods, the old man had been far from well-behaved. Though he hadn't crossed any major lines, it was still quite shameful.

"What's your name, little sister? By the way, we live just up there. Would you like to come up and sit for a while, have a rest?" Regardless of what Wuchen was thinking, Master Roshi had already extended the invitation.

"Hello, sir, my name is Launch." Yes, this was Launch. She possessed a bloodline even more advanced than a Saiyan's; she could transform just by sneezing!

To Master Roshi's invitation, Launch did not refuse, instead agreeing to visit quite generously.

Seeing this, Wuchen found it even harder to say anything.

Before long, the group returned to the house.

"Mr. Sea Turtle, what happened?" Because Master Roshi was being useless, his mind entirely on Launch, Wuchen had to speak up and ask for the reason.

As the sea turtle recounted the events, Wuchen gained a rough understanding of the situation.

The group had left Turtle Hermit Island to train, and although they hadn't brought the sea turtle with them, they occasionally brought him over for gatherings.

Two days ago, the sea turtle had been sunbathing on Turtle Hermit Island when this little bald boy, Krillin, suddenly arrived, claiming he had come specifically to seek apprenticeship.

Seeing his sincerity, the sea turtle led the way.

Who would have thought that just as they were about to land on the island, they would be rammed by a speedboat that looked like it was fleeing for its life.

The blonde woman driving the boat had been thrown out when she lost control, landing right on top of Krillin's bald head—and she was wearing a skirt, no less.

Consequently, she had chased Krillin and the sea turtle all the way here.

"She crashed into you in such a panic?" Wuchen looked at Launch, who was chatting happily with Master Roshi, his attention fixed on the bulging fanny pack at her waist.

This woman didn't seem like a good person; at the very least, the blonde version of her was no saint!

"How about it? Would you like to stay and live with us? There's one thing I forgot to tell you: we are currently undergoing training. I am the one known as the God of Martial Arts, Master Mutaito. Would you like me to guide your training as well?"

Feeling that the conversation had reached a good point, Master Roshi seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

Launch was visibly stunned, clearly having never heard the title "God of Martial Arts" before.

"I will, I will! Master Mutaito, please, you must take me as your disciple!" Krillin, on the other hand, plopped onto his knees, kowtowing seven or eight times in succession without stopping.

Master Roshi, at this moment, became double-standard again: "I'm sorry, but I don't take disciples easily. Please give up and go home."

Faced with Master Roshi's rejection, Krillin remained unusually calm. He slowly took off the bag on his back, opened it, and revealed a corner of something—it looked like the cover of a book. "Master Mutaito, could we step aside for a moment?"

The corner he revealed was highly effective; Master Roshi actually stepped aside to have a private conversation with Krillin.

Following this, everyone heard a conversation that left them completely baffled:

"Oh~! Good, good, are there any more?"

"Yes, yes, this one, and this one, and also..."

This piqued Launch's curiosity. Was this old man really that impressive? Why was everyone scrambling to become his disciple?

Driven by curiosity, Launch began to scan the room. Meeting Wuchen's scrutinizing gaze, she returned it with a warm smile.

"...", this left Wuchen at a loss. Forget it, I'll just treat them as two completely different people—the blue-haired one and the blonde one.

"Good! Very good! It seems you are truly sincere about becoming my disciple, so I shall accept you.", on the other side, Master Roshi had already been handled by Krillin, thanks to his carefully selected books.

As for Launch, she still hadn't asked to be a disciple, though she did agree to stay.

In truth, she had a rough understanding of her own condition. Every time she sneezed, she would lose consciousness, and when she woke up again, she would be in a different place, doing different things.

In all likelihood, after she sneezed, she would turn into "someone else."

Therefore, it didn't really matter where she stayed, as long as she didn't sneeze.

"Achoo!"