Dragon Ball: I, Kakarot, have no regrets

"These stones are so strange. I have only seen them in books before, but never seen them with my own eyes."

At this moment, on a tall weathered rock with the marks of thousands of hammers carved on its surface, a cat-like creature was looking at the RV with a telescope.

"What a big RV! Looks like there's going to be a big deal!"

Pu'er quickly put away the telescope and ran into the cave.

"Yamucha, Yamucha, here comes the big business!"

At this time, Yamcha was eating in the cave. Hearing Pu'er's words, he quickly added the noodles in his mouth and finished speaking, then wiped his mouth with paper.

"It's been a long time since I encountered business, and it's big business, hehe."

Yamcha came out of the cave, took out a telescope and looked in the direction of Goku.

"A motorhome? With a motorhome that big, the people inside must be rich."

"Pu'er, prepare the car!"

Inside the RV at this time.

"9997."

"9998."

"9999."

"10000!"

After Wukong finished doing push-ups and stood up, he exhaled and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Huh, finally finished practicing."

"Goku, how are you so strong at such a young age? You can do 10000 one-finger push-ups in two hours!"

"Practice."

"Damn it, of course I know you got it through practice!"

Looking at Goku's perfunctory look, Bulma gritted her teeth and spit out the words almost word by word.

Goku sensed that Bulma was a little irritable, so he quickly comforted her, "Don't be angry, after we find the Dragon Balls, how about I teach you how to practice?"

"Really? The kind that can fly?"

Bulma's eyes lit up instantly when she heard it.

"real."

Goku looked at Bulma's eyes that were like light bulbs and couldn't help but cover his eyes.

"Great, you said it, you can't go back on your word."

"Don't worry." Wukong replied with a roll of his eyes.

Seeing that Bulma was not bothering him, Goku sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

If you want to become a martial arts master, it is not enough to just train your body. Only by practicing both spirit and cultivation can you use 100% of every bit of strength.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wukong, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes and felt two balls of air approaching him.

If I remember correctly, it should be Yamu tea and Pu'er.

"Hey, stop the RV in front of you, or don't blame me for being rude."

Yamcha drove the motorcycle with one hand and used the other hand to hold the horn and shout at the RV next to him.

"Hey, what, what's going on?"

Bulma, who was resting with her eyes closed and wearing a facial mask on her face, was startled and almost fell off the sofa.

"It's nothing, I'll take care of it, Wu Long, stop the car." Wukong stood up and said to Wu Long.

"Oh, okay!" After saying that, Wu Long stopped the car.

Yamcha watched the RV in front of him stop, and then he stopped his motorcycle as well.

A moment later, a young man got off the RV.

"Little brat, where is your master? Let him come down. We are here to rob you. We only want money, not your life. Leave the money and you can leave."

Yamcha relaxed his guard when he found out that it was a boy of about eleven or twelve years old.

After hearing what Yamcha said, Goku smiled lightly and remained unmoved.

"Hey, little brat, did you hear me?"

After a while, Yamcha saw that Goku was still standing there and couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

It was the first time he had seen a child pretentious like that. It was really like a rolling pin poking Piyanzi's eyes - they opened wide.

Yamcha walked up to Goku and stretched out his right hand to grab Goku by the collar.

Wukong moved his head to the same level as Yamcha's with a swish, stretched out his left hand, aimed at Yamcha's right cheek, and slapped him hard.

Bang!!!!!!!

A crisp slap resounded through the heavens and earth and pierced through the sky!

This big slap hit Yamcha's sleeping heart hard.

For a moment, Yamcha seemed to see his great-grandmother waving at him.

An unfamiliar old lady brought a bowl of hot soup and tried to feed him.

Yamcha was knocked flying instantly.

After spinning three and a half times in the air, he fell to the ground and fainted.

Isn’t this the creation of a world famous painting?

Oolong and Bulma were attracted by the loud slapping sound.

What is this? A man with half of his face swollen like a pig was lying on the ground in a strange posture.

Pu'er looked at the unconscious Yamucha and immediately ran to his side, pushing him, trying to wake Yamucha up.

"Yamcha, wake up quickly, don't leave me alone! Woohoo."

After a while, Yamcha woke up in a daze, touched his swollen face, and found that he had lost consciousness.

"Hey? What's going on? What happened?"

Yamcha was apparently beaten to the point of suffering temporary amnesia.

"Master Yamcha, you were slapped by that kid and fainted." Pu'er kindly reminded.

Yamcha touched his swollen face again and suddenly remembered something.

He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to settle the score with Wukong, but as soon as he took a look, he found that Wukong's palm was raised and smiling at him.

Yamcha was so scared that he took two steps back and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Just wait, I'm not done with you. Just wait! I will definitely come back."

After saying that, Yamcha pulled Pu'er up, jumped onto the motorcycle, and left without looking back.

"Really? You're so young, why would you become a robber?"

Bulma couldn't help but feel sorry for the two people who were escaping.

"Never mind, let's get in the car and go." Wukong suggested.

"That's right, let's go and get to the Flame Mountain as soon as possible."

Chapter 7: Meeting Yamcha Again

In the evening, the RV stopped in an open area.

Bulma got out of the car, conjured up the house, walked into the kitchen, and started preparing dinner for today.

about half an hour later

"Wukong, it's time to eat. Stop practicing."

Goku opened his eyes and stopped meditating when he heard Bulma's voice.

When I walked out of the RV, I found that Bulma had set up a big table in the open space outside. The table was full of delicious food, many of which were made by Bulma herself.

"Well, here we come."

This scene made Wu Long, who was standing nearby, extremely envious. He didn't believe that nothing happened between Bulma and Goku. It seemed that Bulma was quite perverted and liked younger ones.

He knows that Bulma's family is the richest in the world. Damn, Goku doesn't need to work hard at such a young age.

What is this called? This is called Qin Shi Huang touching the electric wire - winning.

As for me, I have to rely on robbery to make money, and I am easily caught. Isn't it? I was caught and used as a laborer.

Thinking of this, Wu Long couldn't help but shed tears of envy.

"By the way, how are we going to allocate beds tonight? There are only two beds for three people."

Halfway through the meal, Wu Long suddenly asked a question.

"This is not simple. I sleep in my bed, Wukong sleeps in the bed of your RV, and you sleep on the sofa in the RV."

Bulma answered without even thinking.

"what?"

"What? You don't agree?" Bulma threatened.

"Okay, alright." Wu Long's pig ears, which had been erected, drooped down.

What is this called? This is called Chen Rui touching the wires - he is numb.

After dinner, Bulma cleaned up and went back to her room to rest, while Goku and Oolong returned to the RV.

"Wukong, do you still practice at night?"

Wu Long felt helpless as he watched Wukong doing push-ups shortly after entering the RV.

He is so strong and so stubborn. How can he survive?

Alas, as the saying goes, I'm not afraid of others being competitive, I'm just afraid of those who are better than me. People with better talents than you are probably more competitive than me.

Life is not easy, Wu Long sighed.

"Yes, the longer you practice, the faster you become stronger. Only when you are strong enough can you protect what you want to protect!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so profound, okay? You are so young, who do you want to protect? Bulma?"

It seemed that after getting to know each other for a while, Wu Long actually started playing a joke on Wukong.

In Wulong's eyes, Goku is not as scary as Bulma. Just kidding, Goku should be fine.

"Just because there isn't one now doesn't necessarily mean there won't be one in the future."

"Wu Long, do you want to come and train with me? I can teach you how to practice."

When Wukong asked him if he wanted to practice, Wulong quickly shook his head.

"No, I'm not interested in cultivation. I'm only interested in women, hehe." When Wu Long said this, he couldn't help but laugh lewdly.

Wukong felt that Wulong was truly hopeless.

This was when Goku suddenly sensed the energy of Yamcha and Pu'er, and stopped practicing.

"Hey, Wukong, why are you suddenly not practicing?"

Wu Long couldn't help but feel curious.

"Come out with me and I'll take you to meet an old acquaintance." Wukong acted as a riddler for once.

"Ah? What old acquaintance?"

Although Wu Long was also confused, he still followed Wukong out.

"Lord Yamcha, do we really have to come back at night? Aren't you no match for that boy?"

Yamcha couldn't help but feel a little angry when he heard Pu'er expose him so ruthlessly.

"I can't beat him, but can't I win with my IQ?"

"Then Lord Yamcha, what plans do you have?" Pu'er asked with some confusion.

"Hehe, they have to sleep at night, right? Then I can secretly spread the drugs in their rooms while they are sleeping. After taking the drugs, they will become weak all over. Then they will be at my mercy, right?"