It's been a week since I talked to Bulma about Master Roshi. Of course, we still talk between my shifts. Apparently, I was the only person stupid —read as brave— to try and talk to the rich daughter of THE Mr. Briefs. That's what they call her, just a rich daughter. Not the greatest inventor to ever exist or one of the most independent women to ever exist. Kinda pisses me off, but what can I do? Bulma stopped me from saying anything to them. Said something about "Pieces of shit who haven't seen a vagina since they were born out of one." Foul language for a 14-year-old kid, really. I'm going off on a tangent. Bulma finally told me that the Hermit agreed to meet me and that she was going to drop me off. Ah, the perks of being friends with your boss. Especially when that boss is rich enough to buy a nation.
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"Hey kiddo, we're here~" Bulma said, waking me up. It was a 12-hour flight, so I decided to sleep through it all. She didn't appreciate it, however.
"Thanks. Do you have a face wash for what you did to my face?" I say, looking at the interior rear-view mirror. Why the fuck?...
"Hehe~ You shouldn't have left me all alone! It was such a long drive. Soap is in the bathroom, of course. Why would I not have a bathroom on a plane? I'm rich" she said, getting up from the pilot's seat and stretching.
"Yeah, my bad. But I don't appreciate having a penis scribbled on my face when I'm going to meet my future master. You're gonna regret this." I get up and go to the bathroom to wash my face.
After I'd cleaned myself, I finally got out. As soon as I did, I smelt the fragrance of the sea, the freshness in the air and finally saw the man who I came here to meet. Master Roshi. Well, not master right now, but I'm pretty confident he'll take me in. I mean, he took everyone in, didn't he? I just need a porn magazine, and his Kamehameha is mine!
I walk over to greet the man reading a Playboy magazine in the middle of the afternoon. "Hello, Turtle Hermit. It's an honor to meet you. I came here to seek your guidance in teaching me martial arts. I hope to be one of your students. Please, accept my request!" I say as I bow towards the end.
"Hm? Oh, hello. Sorry, but I don't take anyone as a student anymore." He said while still smirking at the magazine in his
"HUH?! Then why did you agree to Bulma's request to meet me? C'mon, please? Why don't I give you something nice, y'know, as a gift? What about the latest edition of Playboy?"
"I'm sorry, kid, but even that won't work. I'm sure Bulma told you that I just take in anyone for some magazines, but that isn't true. Well, it isn't true now. I'm retired now; my old body can't handle training any more people. I just wanted to see if you were a hot babe, hehehe. Bulma didn't specify who it was trying to meet me, you see."
"HAAAH?!!? I TOOK A 12-HOUR FLIGHT JUST FOR THIS!!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Y'KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU AND YOUR OLD WRINKLY BALD HEAD. THIS IS SO SHITTY" 'What do you mean you invited me to see if I was a girl? No girl's gonna give you anything anyway. I can't believe this asshole.' I turn around and huff and puff back to the plane. 'I didn't realize he was so shitty. I thought he'd give me at least a trial, check my 'heart' or some anime shit. This is ridiculous. Fine, I'll find another Master. Or better yet, I'll train by myself.'
Proving someone else wrong entirely due to spite is a great motivator, after all. I head back in and tell Bulma to take us back. 'He'll regret this like the young masters in Chinese novels do after trying to seduce the MC's love interest'
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It's been a month since the outburst at Kame House. I've been regularly going to the gym since that day. I know that working out doesn't technically help me in learning martial arts and that it just makes my body a little bit stronger, but it beats sitting around doing nothing. Of course, I've been trying to figure out another way of learning martial arts. But all the videos on the internet don't really show any DBZ martial arts, although there are judo, boxing, and MMA training ones. However, I don't think I could beat even Raditz with a Guillotine choke, when he could just use ki and blast me. I did see a person offering a training course with 'mystical powers', calling it 'The Force'. I thought there was some merit in it being ki, so I went to talk to him, and it turned out he was just straight up lying about it. So now I'm stuck here, not knowing what to do while bench pressing 100 kg, which is nothing special in this world unfortunately. I would've been gassed if I could lift this much in my previous life.
As I am finishing up my reps, I hear a voice to my right. "Hey pipsqueak, move. I was here first." I put the bar back up and look up. A 6" man with a bald head and cleft chin stood right in front of me, glaring at me like I stole his favorite head wax.
"Sorry, but I didn't see you here before me. I'm just about done with my reps, so could you please wait for just a little longer?" I say to him and get back on the bench. 'He was definitely not here before. Ah well, no need to create a fuss. I'll just finish and-'
"Hey, do you even know who you're talking to? I'm the greatest fighter in the West City North District! Sila! Now move before I snap you into two!"
"...Fine." 'Not like I could beat him anyway.' I move away from the bench. But I feel... humiliated. I wasn't a coward like this in my last life. When did I get so... scared? Is it because I'm in the world of Dragon Ball? Is that what's been keeping me on edge? The fact that I could be wiped out in an instant by anyone? No way, right? I... I am not a fucking bitch. I'm not going to let someone just walk all over me! Never.
'Fuck it'
I turn back towards him and throw a punch at his head. The punch is clumsy, wide, and without much power behind it. I don't even know how to throw a proper punch. The punch sails towards his head and hits him right in the jaw. 'It hit!'
It did, but it didn't hurt at all. Sila looked at Salcid with rage in his eyes, completely full to the brim with fury. A vein popped on his forehead as he growled. "What do you think you're doing?" He said in a dangerously low voice.
Suddenly, Salcid felt a blinding pain in his stomach. He didn't even realize that Sila threw a punch at him. He got lifted off his feet and into the air, gasping for air, his brain not even functioning. 'W-what...?' Soon, everything started to go black, his vision fading away.