Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

The three of them stood respectfully before Master Roshi, listening to his speech.

"Learning martial arts is not about gaining the upper hand in a fight, and it certainly isn't about using force to act recklessly. By studying martial arts, you can achieve physical and mental health, generating abundant energy. Only then can you live a happy and meaningful life."

As soon as he heard Master Roshi's words, Little Goku felt a flicker of doubt.

Generating abundant energy through martial arts to live a happy and meaningful life?

Although he was taught by Son Gohan and belonged to the same school, he had grown up training through the bitter cold of winter and the sweltering heat of summer.

Even though it was tiring, the more effort he put in, the greater his progress became.

Son Goku buried this doubt in his heart and listened silently as the speech continued.

"However, when faced with evildoers who use improper means to threaten themselves or harm others, we must have the courage to stand up and strike back hard."

"Do you understand?"

The three of them nodded one after another.

"Understood!"

Master Roshi nodded. "In other words, you must train hard, but you must also enjoy a happy life! Now, our training begins!"

"Follow me. Let's start with a run to warm up; that way, you won't get injured as easily."

"One, two, one! One, two, one!"

Krillin: "One, two, one!"

Goku: "One, two, one!"

Chi-Chi: "One, two, one!"

Feeling the nature of Master Roshi's training, a look of smugness appeared on Krillin's face.

"I thought Master Roshi's training would be exhausting, but it's nothing special!"

Soon, the three of them followed Master Roshi to the Milk Company.

"Stop!"

Master Roshi immediately began communicating with the staff at the milk delivery station.

"Hello, I'm Master Roshi, the one who called yesterday. I'm here to take on the milk delivery job."

"Oh, it's Master Roshi! Here are the customer addresses, and there is the milk."

Master Roshi turned to look at the three of them.

"Come on, each of you take a crate and follow me to deliver the milk."

Krillin was stunned. "Deliver milk?"

Chi-Chi: "Is this also training?"

Master Roshi nodded. "Yes, this is also training."

The milk delivery staff member was surprised.

"Training? Aren't you planning to use a helicopter?"

Master Roshi looked back and said, "Using a helicopter would defeat the purpose of the training. Don't worry, we won't be late!"

Master Roshi checked the address, then began to hop and skip toward the first house.

"Keep up, no being late!"

With that, the three disciples behind him hopped and skipped along after him.

This was an island with mountains.

The residents lived quite far apart.

At first, the three of them didn't think much of delivering the milk, but climbing up and down was quite tiring.

When they encountered a main road, they had to run in a zigzag pattern or move by frog-jumping.

Except for Goku, whose constitution could keep up, Krillin and Chi-Chi were both sweating profusely from exhaustion.

However, the distance and the weight were strictly planned by Master Roshi according to each of their physical conditions, ensuring they were capable of completing the tasks without easily collapsing from fatigue.

Soon, the three of them delivered the final stop of milk.

This was a temple.

Master Roshi was chatting with the temple guard.

"Long time no see."

"You're still as hale and hearty as ever. So, you've taken on three new disciples! How is their training going?"

Master Roshi nodded. "Indeed! The training has just begun. But they will all have a bright future."

Krillin chuckled foolishly. "Hehe, Master says we'll all have a bright future."

Chi-Chi giggled. "Heeheehee."

Goku said, "Let's work hard together!"

Just then, Master Roshi mentioned the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"If you train strictly, you will be able to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament in eight months."

"Oh, is that so? That's truly remarkable."

Krillin was pleasantly surprised. "Really? After only eight months of training, can I also participate in that martial arts tournament where the world's top experts gather?"

The three of them left the temple, and Master Roshi exhorted them, "Your goal is not to win the championship of the World Martial Arts Tournament. The world is not as simple as you imagine. Only by having the determination to participate in the tournament can you further commit yourselves to training."

Krillin was overjoyed. "That's great! I can also participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament. I must train hard!"

Chi-Chi said, "I will also train hard. Goku, let's work hard together!"

"Yeah!"

Master Roshi said, "Alright, there's another batch of milk!"

"Let's go!"

Carrying the milk, the three of them continued their work and training.

Together, they crossed a single-plank bridge where a slight misstep would mean falling off, trekked through a swamp where moving too slowly would cause them to sink, and waded through a river with a swift current.

They even had to flee from a Tyrannosaurus Rex while delivering the milk. The countless thrills and excitement along the way made them ignore their fatigue.

It wasn't until this round of training ended that the three of them realized what they had experienced that morning.

All three of them leaned on their knees, gasping for air.

Even Goku, who had been training with Gohan for over a decade, felt that this training was no simple matter.

Unlike the training with his grandfather, training with Master Roshi required not only the distraction of protecting the milk but also an additional element: a sense of urgency.

"Alright, the morning training is over. Next is the forenoon training—helping the farmers plow the fields."

Master Roshi pointed to a large expanse of land.

"Start now. If you don't finish quickly, you won't get breakfast. And no hoes allowed—use your hands!"

Krillin was taken aback.

"Delivering milk, plowing fields, I've never done work like this even at the temple; it's truly bizarre."

Chi-Chi looked at her fair, delicate palms and turned to look at Goku.

"Goku, you won't think my hands are rough when I grow up, will you?"

Goku: "..."

Soon, the three of them began to plow the field by hand.

Master Roshi watched from the side and continued, "Plowing by hand, this kind of training can strengthen the kung fu of your waist, legs, and arms—killing two birds with one stone."

The three of them rolled up their sleeves and began to plow in a dog-paddling style.

"Faster!"

"Faster still!"

"Krillin, you're way slower than Goku!"

"Chi-Chi, you need to work harder too!"

The three of them worked in front while Master Roshi urged them on from the side.

Since they all had a foundation in martial arts, even when plowing by hand, their speed was no slower than a machine.

Finally, after the three of them finished, the time for breakfast had already passed.

Master Roshi checked the time: "It took so long that you missed breakfast. Starting tomorrow, the area to be plowed will get larger and larger, so you must increase your speed!"