Dragon Ball: The Irregular Martial Arts Master

"Why should I treat you to ice cream? You are obviously the eldest lady of the capsule company, but you are not willing to pay this little money?"

Oolong, who was licking the cold ice cream, was looking at Bulma beside him with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Hmph! You took a peek at me. It's good that I didn't cut you into pieces. You're still complaining about getting an ice cream."

Bulma sneered, and then made a throat-slitting gesture, the threat was self-evident.

"Well...this is called a legitimate transaction. Moreover, I peeked at this and that, but this was done openly."

Oolong defended himself for a few words, but before Bulma could get angry, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, what do you think of the kid who suddenly came up before?"

"How about what?"

Bulma snorted coldly, but because of Oolong's change of subject, she temporarily forgot to investigate the previous matter, and instead followed Oolong's thoughts and asked.

"Isn't that boy quite handsome? A face-control person like you should like him, right?"

Oolong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bulma's attention was diverted, so he opened his mouth to continue chatting on this ridiculous topic.

"He's handsome, but his personality is really bad! He has such an attitude when meeting a cute girl like me!"

Bulma snorted, and then took a hard bite on the tip of the ice cream, as if she was a resentful woman angry at a heartless man.

When Oolong looked at Bulma's appearance, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he was very smart and said nothing.

"Hi, beauty, would you like to drink a glass of rich milk with me?"

The voice of an old man beside him rang.

What followed was the screams of a group of girls.

"Ah, are today's little girls so thin-skinned?"

Turtle Immortal looked at these fussing girls in a funny way, shook his head and said.

At this moment, Kame Sennin's eyes met with Bulma who was biting ice cream.

"Ah! It's you!"

"Sexy old man!"

The two men pointed at each other.

Before the two of them could exchange greetings, a cat named Poole flew faintly from the sky.

"Hey! The preliminaries are about to end. Goku and Lord Yamcha have all won! Let's watch the official competition together."

Poole, who came from afar, shouted to everyone.

"Oh? The preliminaries are over!"

Turtle Immortal raised his eyebrows, and his eyes covered by sunglasses seemed to be thinking about something, but no one could see it.

"Well, Goku and the others won very easily! Go quickly! Otherwise, the auditorium will be full."

Poole chuckled and then urged.

"Ang! Let's go!"

Bulma responded, then shouted to everyone.

The rest, one person and one pig, nodded and ran towards the competition site.

……

"Let's have a good fight! If the first place is a few of us, then after the fight, everyone has a good meal, all you can eat is for it!"

Shangguan Yutian slapped his hands fiercely and said to several people.

Perhaps because there was an old hapless guy named Yamucha at the bottom of the pile, Shangguan Yutian's mood finally improved.

Poor Yamucha had no idea where Shangguan Yutian's source of joy was, but he could see that Shangguan Yutian, who had been in a bad mood, finally got better, so he also followed a few people to make a fuss.

"Okay! Invite our... Sun Wukong player and Klin player to come on stage!"

I don’t know if it’s because the yellow-haired referee’s microphone is of excellent quality, or because he has a good voice.

Anyway, this shout is full of energy and can fully mobilize everyone's passion.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

The two children shouted and then walked forward together.

Shangguan Yutian and Yamucha looked at each other and followed. Of course, neither of them intended to cheat, but to go and watch the show.

Of course, the staff just turned a blind eye to this kind of behavior.

When Sun Wukong and Klin walked in, noisy shouts came from the audience.

Some were surprised, some screamed, and some were scorned.

In short, a lot of words that you usually hear clearly are crowded together, but you can't hear them clearly.

However, these two people are not timid people. Listening to these noisy sounds, they waved and seemed very excited.

At this moment, Sun Wukong found those familiar figures in the audience.

"Hey! Bulma! Oolong! Poole! Grandpa Kame Sennin!"

While shouting, Sun Wukong waved his hand.

"Yo! Wukong! Come on!"

Bulma was also very happy after seeing her acquaintance and waved to Sun Wukong.

"By the way, how old are the two little brothers now?"

The yellow-haired referee glanced at Sun Wukong and Klin and asked curiously.

"I am twelve years old, and Krillin is also twelve years old."

Sun Wukong smiled and gestured.

"It turns out he is twelve years old. No wonder he doesn't have hair..."

In the distance, Bulma muttered.

"Ah, look, these two little brothers are dressed in the same style?"

The yellow-haired referee looked at the two men's clothes and raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something important.

"Ah, both of us are disciples from the Kame Senryu, the Kame Senryu of Master Wu Tian!"

After listening to the yellow-haired referee's words, Klin couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, as if he had some uncontrollable pride.

"Teacher Wu Tian? Is that Teacher Wu Tian?"

The yellow-haired referee was slightly startled, and then shouted in surprise.

"Yes, that's the legendary Teacher Wu Tian."

Klin chuckled, his arrogant attitude evident in his words.

The yellow-haired referee widened his eyes and said, "He's not dead yet!"

What the yellow-haired referee said is actually very logical.

According to legend, Teacher Wu Tian was a legend hundreds of years ago.

That was the number one in the world who succeeded him after the death of the number one martial artist in the world.

However, although there is no malice in such words, it is strange to say them.

"What does it mean to not be dead yet...Is this what the world thinks of me?"

Kame Sennin, who was watching the show in the auditorium, couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"He's not dead. He's alive and well. He's very healthy."

Krillin grinned, then patted his chest.

"Haha, if that's the case, I'm really looking forward to this battle."

As he said that, the yellow-haired referee seemed to be afraid that the other party would not believe him, so he patted his head excitedly.

"Haha, definitely, definitely."

Klin laughed, and then looked at Sun Wukong who was also smiling silly.

"Wukong, next... you must... you must give him a good fight!"

As he spoke, Klin's eyes showed a serious look.

Of course, this feeling can only be more obvious to Sun Wukong than him.

"Okay! This world's number one martial arts conference...the official competition...will officially begin from this moment on!"

With the shouts of the yellow-haired referee, the world's best martial arts tournament officially began.