Unfair

At dawn, when the first ray of morning light had just fallen over the earth, Son Gohan, already past seventy, returned home with fresh beast milk.

For Son Gohan, who had to gather beast milk every morning, it was exhausting, but the moment he saw the happy smiles of his two grandsons, satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Son Gohan lowered his head and looked at the little wooden bucket of beast milk in his arms, his face full of helplessness.

His two grandsons' appetites really were getting bigger and bigger. Fortunately, Mount Paozu had plenty of wild beasts and plenty of milk. Otherwise, he truly would not know what to do.

Was he supposed to run to the market to buy it? One had to know, the market was not just one or two kilometers away from him, but several hundred kilometers at least. A single trip would take no small amount of time.

If it really came to that, his two grandsons would have starved to death at home long ago.

Especially his eldest grandson, Son Goku. That boy ate so much. He drank beast milk without even blinking, downing several bowls in a row without pausing for breath. By comparison, Son Gohan could not help feeling a little depressed. My heavens, this was absolutely not something a normal infant could do, was it? His grandson really was something else.

Actually, Kashius and little Wukong no longer needed to drink beast milk. Although they were still young, with the monstrous physiques of Saiyans, they had long been able to eat like normal people.

Otherwise, why would the Saiyans send Saiyan infants to lower-level planets to carry out missions without preparing food like milk for them? Could it be that they were not afraid those Saiyan infants would starve to death? That was absolutely impossible.

Therefore, it could be preliminarily concluded that Saiyans might be able to eat like normal people from birth.

Because of this, when it came to things Son Gohan cooked, like crocodile meat, wild boar meat, and so on, Kashius and Son Goku accepted them all without refusal.

However, Son Gohan was perhaps afraid his two precious grandsons would have trouble digesting them, so when it came to the meat of these wild beasts, he only allowed them to eat a tiny bit.

Therefore, their staple food was still—beast milk!

Although running through the forest every day was exhausting, Son Gohan had no complaints. After all, they were his grandsons. If he did not take care of them, who would? Was he supposed to throw them into the forest and expect them to fend for themselves?

What a joke. That was completely impossible.

Shaking his head, Son Gohan quickened his pace.

"Why do I feel so awful? Why does it feel like my body suddenly got so, so heavy?"

"Could it be because I ate too much?"

"Hmm?! Why does it feel like water is running over me? What's going on?????"

The sleeping Kashius instantly opened his eyes, and then his face was immediately covered in black lines.

Little Wukong's entire body was sprawled across Kashius, his huge little explosive hairdo pillowed on Kashius's thigh as he slept. He was even talking in his sleep while drooling.

"Heh heh~ heh heh~" Blue veins began to bulge on Kashius's forehead.

"You damned idiot hair, stop drooling on my thigh!"

"You, you, you?! What are you trying to do? Don't lick my leg!!! Why are you grabbing my thigh?! Let go, let go already!?"

"Chi-chi-chi... chicken leg! So... so tasty!"

Then, under someone's nearly despairing gaze, Son Goku opened his mouth, his little white teeth flashing, and then... bit down!!!!

"Ah?! No!!!"

In an instant, a shrill scream echoed through the forest.

"You bastard?!"

"Do you know what you did wrong now????? Hm???"

On the bed, Kashius rubbed his thigh with a dark expression. Then he glared angrily at little Wukong, whose eyes were full of tears as he kept clutching his own head.

Staring at the sunken white-and-red teeth marks on his thigh, Kashius felt as if his heart were bleeding. That bastard Son Goku! Fine, using my thigh as a pillow is one thing. I'm magnanimous, I won't blame you.

But at least have some limits, right? What was with biting it like a chicken leg?!

And biting so hard, too. Were you trying to cripple me?

This was really more than an aunt could bear, and an uncle could not endure!

In the end, our little Wukong was successfully counterattacked by his younger brother and given a fierce beating.

Actually, this was the result of little Wukong's injury. Not only had he stopped making noise and lost his memory, he had also become especially obedient, and his mind was unbelievably pure.

Without his previous savagery, our classmate little Son Goku successfully became unable to beat Kashius, this big bad guy.

"Little brother~ hurts?!"

Little Wukong held his head, a few tears still lingering in his two big eyes. After blinking those big eyes, he looked at Kashius with a pure and innocent expression.

"My heavens?! If you can't win, you act cute???"

"I mean, as a future big shot of the universe, can you have a little dignity? What's with acting cute? That's the most shameful behavior, okay!!!" Seeing this scene, Kashius nearly broke down inside.

Ignoring little Wukong's cuteness, Kashius began to look around the house.

After not finding Son Gohan, Kashius knew Son Gohan must have gone out once again to look for beast milk for him and little Wukong.

Kashius was deeply moved by Son Gohan's actions of going out before dawn every day to find beast milk for him and little Wukong.

And so, in his heart, he became even more determined that in the future, he absolutely could not let Son Gohan be killed by Great Ape-transformed little Wukong.

In the Dragon Ball plot, it had never clearly stated how old little Wukong was when he stepped Son Gohan to death. But in Kashius's view, it was probably when little Wukong was seven or eight years old.

After all, it could not have happened this early. If it had been too early, little Wukong's impression of his grandpa probably would not have been that deep.

Otherwise, how could he have reacted so strongly in the plot just because Bulma slightly picked up the relic Son Gohan had left behind—the Four-Star Dragon Ball? Not only did he angrily shout at Bulma, he even attacked Bulma's butt... Uh, though little Wukong did it unintentionally...

For simple-minded little Wukong, that was definitely hard to do.

After getting out of bed, Kashius headed toward the offering platform in the middle of the house. After living in the house for these past few months, Kashius had not forgotten about Son Goku's golden staff. Uh, no—that was the Power Pole.

As a young man who had spent ages being poisoned by the sight of the monkey from Journey to the West showing off with a staff, it would be an absolute insult to the masses of transmigrators if he did not give the Power Pole a spin.

He jumped onto the offering platform, and Kashius spotted the Power Pole stuck off to one side. With a gentle tug from his two little hands, he pulled out the red Power Pole.

Jumping down to the ground, Kashius swung the Power Pole around for a bit before remembering that this thing also had the function of lengthening. So he took the Power Pole outside the house and shouted, "Grow, grow, grow! Get longer!!!"

A breeze blew past~~~~

"What's going on?! *****"

Looking at the Power Pole, which had not changed in the slightest, Kashius broke out in a sweat. His heart howled wildly. How was he supposed to play with this? Why had nothing happened at all?

—It was fake, right?!

Kashius felt that this Power Pole had to be fake. It was definitely some company's counterfeit, shoddy product. Definitely, absolutely!!!

Furious, he threw the Power Pole onto the ground, then climbed onto a nearby rock with a gloomy look on his face.

And just as Kashius was grumbling, a small figure slowly crawled out from inside the house, hands and feet pressed to the ground. His warm, pure eyes shone as he crawled toward the Power Pole Kashius had tossed onto the ground.

"Wah-wah~ Grow! Wah-wah~ Grow..."

At that moment, in the vision of the gloomy Kashius, a bright, sparkling red dot suddenly appeared, and then... he was sent flying outright...

By the time Kashius had rolled several meters and scrambled to his feet in a sorry state, he was utterly stunned.

That red Power Pole had actually lengthened in little Wukong's hands!!!

My god, Kashius truly had not expected that the counterfeit, shoddy thing he had just cursed at would lengthen in little Wukong's hands...

Looking at both ends of the Power Pole completely disappearing into the forest, Kashius...

"Caw, caw, caw~"

A flock of crows flew past...

"Isn't this... a little unfair?" Kashius questioned inwardly.