Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

"Who saved you?"

"Yes, the two of them prepared salt water and seaweed for me, and then this child brought me back."

What followed was a series of skillful maneuvers, until Goku's Flying Nimbus landed in front of him.

"Only those with pure hearts and no evil intentions can sit on this seat."

Master Roshi spoke, demonstrating with great enthusiasm.

He jumped suddenly.

Snapped!

Master Roshi's body passed through the clouds as expected and landed heavily on the ground.

Little Goku sat comfortably on the Flying Nimbus, which had been like a cloud, and it steadily supported his body.

Master Roshi's expression changed. He looked at the child who was sitting on the Flying Nimbus and laughing heartily, and then his gaze fell on the golden cudgel on the child's back.

Sun Wukong?

He looked thoughtful.

Bulma also became interested and walked up to Flying Nimbus. Seeing this, Su Ming smiled and walked up to Flying Nimbus as well, without stopping her.

He would never stop her from doing anything, and he would guarantee her safety; she only needed to enjoy every moment.

Bulma, who had been somewhat nervous when she saw his actions, suddenly felt none of that nervousness.

She knew that even if she failed, someone would catch her safely.

Take a confident leap.

Bulma, unsurprisingly, failed and fell into Su Ming's arms, laughing as she got up from his embrace.

"Xiao Ming, do you want to give it a try?"

Su Ming shook his head.

He admitted that he didn't have the pure, innocent heart of a child like Sun Wukong, and therefore couldn't achieve it.

"Alright, it's your turn."

But I only have one somersault cloud, so what should I give you as a gift?

Having settled Goku's gratitude gift, Master Roshi turned his attention to the two of them, or more precisely, to Bulma.

He leered at them and couldn't help rubbing his hands together.

Su Ming frowned, stepped forward to block his gaze, and said in a stiff tone, "Do not look at what is improper. As a senior who has lived for hundreds of years and is known as the God of Martial Arts, you must understand this principle."

Master Roshi is good in every way, except that he is too lecherous. He can't control how others look at Bulma with lustful eyes, but he will never allow anyone to look at Bulma like that.

A terrifying aura emanated from Su Ming.

Master Roshi was surprised that this young man was so bold, and that he dared to speak to him in such a tone even after knowing his true identity.

His control over Qi is also quite good.

He truly is like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, displaying a certain youthful spirit.

He is a true genius.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just a habit."

Master Roshi laughed. He had achieved great things in martial arts, but his womanizing ways were something he hadn't been able to change for hundreds of years.

Bulma stood behind Su Ming, her eyes filled with joy and admiration. She peeked out from behind Su Ming's arm, looking at Master Roshi's neck, where a Dragon Ball was hanging.

"If you really want to apologize and express your gratitude, then give us the necklace around your neck."

Bulma was quite cunning; she didn't directly mention the Dragon Balls.

Master Roshi glanced down at the Dragon Ball, the cold gaze fixed on him.

"Ugh."

He sighed inwardly. Beauty can be a curse, but without it, how could he possibly survive the long years?

"take it."

She took off the necklace and threw it to Su Ming.

"Young man, who is your teacher?"

Just as Su Ming accepted the necklace, he heard Master Roshi's words.

Master Roshi knew the level of martial arts in the world; to possess such immense power was something he could never achieve through hard training alone.

"I have no teacher; I'm just practicing blindly."

Having obtained what he wanted, Su Ming planned to leave with Bulma.

Perhaps when watching Dragon Ball from an outsider's perspective, one doesn't see anything wrong with it, but once one gets involved, one feels very uncomfortable.

Blindly practicing?

Master Roshi didn't ask any more questions. Although he didn't know how the boy had become so strong, he didn't sense any evil aura from him.

He should not be an evil person.

"Young man, even if you have great power, don't forget to cultivate your mind, do more good deeds, and avoid doing evil deeds."

If you take a wrong turn, it's hard to turn back.

Master Roshi reminded him.

Su Ming has no reason to do anything evil; with the world's richest man as his backer, he lacks nothing.

Seeing that his eyes remained unchanged, Master Roshi ignored him and turned his gaze back to Goku. "What is your relationship with Son Gohan?"

"You know Grandpa?"

Little Wukong was surprised and puzzled.

Is he Gohan's grandson?

He suddenly remembered that Gohan had written to him many years ago, telling him that he had found a baby with a tail on its back.

It seems to be this child.

"Gohan is my disciple. I haven't seen him for so many years, and I haven't received any news from him. I wonder how he has been doing all these years?"

Even the most naive Son Goku became saddened at the mention of Gohan, saying, "Grandpa is dead."

Master Roshi sighed; yet another familiar face had departed.

He could only keep company with sea turtles to reduce the number of familiar people leaving him.

"Your name is Wukong, right? Judging from your appearance, you've also practiced martial arts. Why don't you come and train with me?"

Sun Wukong shook his head; he had made a promise and would not break it.

"Grandpa Master Roshi, I can't come with you for now. I have to go on an adventure with Brother Su Ming and Bulma to find the Dragon Balls."

Master Roshi didn't insist, only saying, "Come find him anytime," before riding the turtle and disappearing into the sea.

Little Goku rode on the Flying Nimbus, preferring it to a car.

It frolics happily on the somersault cloud.

Bulma was even more unhappy. She also longed to ride the Flying Cloud and soar through the heavens and earth. The feeling of the wind brushing against her face must be very different.

She stomped her feet in anger, pointed at the somersault cloud with a furious expression, and said coquettishly, "What's so great about it? When I get back, I'll build a flying machine."

Seeing this, Su Ming stepped forward, gently bent down, and picked her up.

Bulma instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, the movement as natural as if she had done it a thousand times before, showing no resistance to Su Ming's touch.

"what happened?"

"Want to fly?"

fly?

Bulma blushed immediately.

It shouldn't be the one she's thinking of, right?

Su Ming looked down at her and noticed that her face had turned bright red for some reason. He then saw her slightly parted red lips utter the word "want".

"hold me."

Dance in the air.

Su Ming lifted his feet off the ground and slowly floated up.

Bulma also sensed the change in her surroundings. She looked down and her face turned pale. She tightly hugged his neck with both hands, "Flying...flying...up."

Chapter 6 Overpowering the Bull Demon King

"Should we hurry?"

Su Ming hugged Bulma and said with a smile.

Little did he know how much shock his move had on the girl in his arms.