Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

Son Goku thought about it for a moment.

Indeed, Bulma was the daughter of Brief, the richest man in the world.

No matter how much he could eat, he wouldn't be able to eat her into poverty.

With that, Son Goku didn't hesitate at all; he leaped up and jumped onto the Flying Nimbus.

"Goodbye, Master Roshi!"

"Goodbye! Come visit when you have time!"

After saying their goodbyes, the two turned into a golden streak of light and sped off into the distance.

"Bulma, I think we can go a bit faster..."

Bulma replied, "There's no windshield on this Flying Nimbus. I'm a little scared if it's too fast. If you're going to speed up, keep an eye on me—don't let me fall off."

Son Goku scoffed, "How could that happen... I can feel it, the Flying Nimbus has a spirit of its own. If you fall, the Flying Nimbus will catch you."

Bulma blinked curiously.

"Really?"

As she spoke, the Flying Nimbus performed a backflip.

In a panic, Bulma hugged Son Goku tightly as they plummeted downward.

However, the Flying Nimbus showed off its skills; after they had dropped several dozen meters, it caught them steadily.

It seemed to be proving to her that although it was just a cloud, it truly had a mind of its own.

Unexpectedly, Bulma's face had turned pale, and her legs were already trembling.

Inadvertently, droplets of transparent liquid scattered across the sky through the cloud...

Master Roshi watched the two depart until the golden light vanished into the horizon.

Only then did he turn around with a sense of loss.

"Let's go, Old Turtle!"

"Master Roshi must have missed me lately, right?" Old Turtle asked, full of self-importance.

Master Roshi didn't even look up. "Not at all."

Old Turtle: "..."

Just then, a booming voice rang out.

"Master!"

"Master Roshi!"

"Wait a moment!"

Master Roshi paused and turned his head toward the source of the sound.

He saw his student, Son Gohan, running toward him with a pack on his back.

Master Roshi was stunned and asked curiously, "Oh my, if it isn't Gohan! It really has been a long time!"

Son Gohan greeted him, "Master, have you been keeping well lately?"

Master Roshi said proudly, "Ah, naturally. Ever since I started focusing on my health, I watch beautiful women do yoga every day. Living another three hundred years won't be a problem. By the way, why are you here? Don't you need to look after the child at Baozi Mountain?"

Son Gohan smiled. "Master, people grow up. That child I picked up back then is twelve years old now; he doesn't need me to look after him anymore. A little girl came to the mountain, and since I thought she was a decent person, I let him go down the mountain with her to gain some experience."

Master Roshi suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is. How time flies; I never imagined that child would be all grown up.

Oh, right, what did you come here to see me for?"

Son Gohan immediately stood at rigid attention and said, "Master Roshi, I would like to ask a favor of you."

Seeing Son Gohan's serious expression, Master Roshi asked curiously, "What is it?"

"I want to ask you to take that child as your disciple."

Master Roshi was stunned.

He asked, "Why? Is the child disobedient?"

Son Gohan sighed.

"This child, he is actually too obedient and very sensible.

I usually urge him to train hard, but as a result, he trains with increasing intensity, perhaps even a bit too much."

Master Roshi scratched his head.

"Training too hard? What do you mean?"

Son Gohan said, "This child has loved training since he was small, which should be a good thing. However, perhaps I was too strict in my teaching; from a young age, he has trained far too diligently, even sacrificing his rest and leisure time to practice. Because of that, I worry more and more. It would be terrible if he were to go down the wrong path."

Master Roshi thought of Master Shen and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He asked, "What is the child's aptitude like?"

"His aptitude can be considered heaven-sent. Although he is only twelve, he is already nearly on par with my own power."

Master Roshi gasped.

"Hiss, hearing you say that, this child really is a genius!"

Son Gohan nodded. "Indeed, he is a martial arts genius, which is exactly why I am so afraid he will go down the wrong path!"

Master Roshi asked earnestly, "In that case, I agree. What is his name? I'll keep an eye out for him."

"Son Goku. He is very unique; he has a tail, so he should be easy to recognize."

Master Roshi's pupils suddenly constricted.

The image of little Goku returned to his mind. That's right, little Goku had a tail; he had even assumed it was just a decoration. Because Goku had arrived with a pretty young girl named Bulma, Master Roshi's attention had been entirely on her, and he hadn't paid much notice to Son Goku.

Thinking back now, it seemed he had been carrying a staff on his back. Wasn't that the Power Pole he had brought down from Korin Tower and passed on to Son Gohan? He hadn't even recognized it! It must be said, what a small world! However, a child who could ride the Flying Nimbus must be a good child with impeccable character.

Master Roshi immediately replied, "Alright, I understand. If I run into your grandson, I will help you guide him."

Son Gohan immediately bowed to Master Roshi.

"Thank you, Master!"

"We've been master and disciple for so many years, don't be so formal. Why not stay and have a meal?"

Son Gohan shook his head and refused, "No, Master, I must be on my way."

I agreed to Fortuneteller Baba's request to work as her security guard.

I need to get there before nightfall.

Master Roshi nodded.

"Ah, I was just being polite, so off you go then!"

Son Gohan didn't feel awkward at all; he bowed to Master Roshi with formal precision. "Then, I leave Goku in your care, Master. I won't disturb you any further. Goodbye, Master!"

"Goodbye!"

With that, Son Gohan departed.

Master Roshi watched as Son Gohan kicked up a trail of dust and vanished into the distance, then turned and headed back toward Kame House.

Although Bulma had wet her panties, it was currently summer and the air was quite warm.

The ventilation on the Flying Nimbus was excellent, and before long, her panties had air-dried naturally.

Bulma was afraid that Goku would find out and embarrass her, so she didn't waste any time changing clothes and continued the journey with Goku on the Flying Nimbus.

At this moment, Bulma wasn't particularly obsessed with finding the Dragon Balls quickly, so she veered off course slightly, intentionally heading toward East City.

Around the time the sun was setting, the two arrived in the sky above the metropolis of East City.

The prosperity of East City didn't quite match West City, but it wasn't far behind.