Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

At a barbecue stall, Wukong pointed to a large leg of meat on the grill and said crisply:

"Hey, uncle, I want this."

The busy barbecue stall owner looked up and saw a child about one meter tall, so he smiled and asked:

"Little friend, this costs money. Do you have any money with you?"

Wukong nodded, took out the coin he had received earlier, and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying:

"I brought some money with me, here you go."

The shopkeeper took a closer look and, upon discovering it was a coin, couldn't help but shake his head with amusement.

"Little friend, you only have enough money to buy a piece of candy, not this roasted leg."

"Where are your parents? Have them come over and pay for you."

Upon hearing that he couldn't buy it, Wukong scratched his face: "Don't you have enough money?"

"Yes, if you really want to eat it, you can ask your parents to come and buy it for you."

"I don't have a mom or dad."

The boss, who had already bent down and continued working, paused upon hearing this.

No mom and dad?

He looked up in astonishment at the very cute and well-behaved Wukong in front of him, and suddenly felt like slapping himself.

Damn it! Why did I say such a thing?

Children without parents are already emotionally fragile, and I was just rubbing salt into their wounds. I deserve to die!

At this moment, Wukong didn't pay attention to the boss's reaction, but instead touched himself.

He suddenly remembered that Bulma had told him that those shiny things were very valuable.

And at that moment, he happened to have something shiny on him.

He found it in the sea, initially thinking it was a dragon ball, but it turned out not to be, so he casually put it on his person.

He quickly pulled out the orange-glowing crystal from his person and excitedly handed it to the shopkeeper:

"Hey, sir, this should be enough to trade for your grilled meat, right?"

At this moment, the boss, who was deeply remorseful, had already decided to give Wukong a meat leg for free—no, two legs!

So he didn't even look at what Wukong handed him, skillfully took off the two roasted meat legs, and tried his best to put on the gentlest smile.

"Little one, Uncle suddenly remembered that you are the hundredth customer today, and also Uncle's lucky customer. You can get two free meat legs from Uncle, so you can take these two meat legs."

Wukong blinked innocently, pointed to the fleshy legs, and said, "You mean you're going to give them to me?"

The boss nodded emphatically.

"Thank you so much!"

Wukong's eyes lit up, and he revealed an innocent smile. Then he took the two meat legs and took a delicious bite.

"Bye-bye then, uncle!"

He happily left the barbecue stall with two meat legs in his hands.

The boss watched him leave with a smile on his face, thinking to himself:

This little guy has such a cute smile.

Thank goodness, it seems the little guy wasn't hurt by my words, otherwise I would have been the one to blame.

After taking a few steps, Wukong suddenly remembered something, darted back to the barbecue stall, slapped the crystal he had been clutching onto the stall, and said with a grin, "Uncle, this is for you!"

Then he finally left the barbecue stand.

The shop owner blinked blankly, came out from behind the stall, held the crystal in his hand for a while, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Although he didn't know what the crystal was, he carefully preserved it as a child's innocent response.

And thereafter, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would take out this crystal and always recall Wukong's innocent smile, and the gloom in his heart would be dispelled instantly.

Many years later, he learned from somewhere that the crystal he possessed was incredibly valuable in the world, enough to buy countless roasted ham legs!

In the end, however, he did not choose to sell the property and become extremely wealthy.

Instead, he treasured it as a family heirloom and told his descendants that it was a testament to his friendship with a child.

......

On the bustling street, Wukong discarded the bamboo splinter, leaving not even scraps of meat, patted his belly, and muttered to himself:

"This little bit isn't enough to fill me up, but I'm out of money."

Although he still had one coin, he already knew that coin could only buy a piece of candy, not anything else.

One piece of candy certainly wouldn't fill his stomach, so he didn't think about buying one specifically.

"Never mind, let's go find something to eat in the sea later."

He quickly made a decision: he would look for people here first, and then go back to the seaside to fish and eat.

So he started arresting people on the street and questioning them.

But the situation was the same as before; those who were asked simply shook their heads, saying they had never seen Master Roshi or Krillin, nor had they ever heard of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

But he didn't give up; he continued to ask questions every now and then.

Some time later, as he turned a street corner and was about to ask someone for more information, he saw a noisy scene ahead.

"No! That's the money I need for my daughter's medical treatment! If you take it, I won't have any money left for her treatment. Please, please give it back to me!"

A middle-aged man with graying temples knelt on the ground, clutching someone's trouser leg with both hands, pleading desperately.

"Get out of my way! This is your monthly allowance. I don't care if you have money to treat your daughter."

The man whose trouser leg was being grabbed was a fierce-looking young man. He kicked the middle-aged man hard, but he couldn't get rid of him. So he kicked harder and harder.

"No! I... I promise I'll be able to scrape together two months' worth of allowance next month and give it all to you. Please, please don't take my money this month, okay? Please!"

Although the pain was getting worse, the middle-aged man did not loosen his grip; instead, he held on even tighter, pleading with the young man.

"I'm telling you, it's impossible!"

"You have to pay whatever amount is due this month!"

The young man continued speaking fiercely.

Although many residents witnessed this scene, they all kept their distance and none dared to step forward and utter a sound.

Just then, Wukong rushed up to the young man, glaring at him angrily, and said, "Hey! Didn't you hear he needs money to treat his illness?!"

The young man glanced at him sideways, frowned, and said, "Where did this brat come from? Get lost."

Having said that, he ignored Wukong and instead pulled out an iron rod from his body, ready to strike the middle-aged man who was still pestering him.

But when he swung the stick down hard, he was surprised to find that his blow didn't land on the man, but was instead caught by a small hand.

"Hey! Do you want to kill him?!"

Wukong gripped the iron rod tightly, his brows furrowing with anger.

"None of your business! Let go of me!"

After being taken aback, the young man tried to pull the stick out.

But to his surprise, even with both hands working together and his face turning red from strain, he still couldn't pull the stick out.

Seeing that he couldn't fight back or leave, his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. He pulled a wad of Cleveland berries from his pocket and threw it in front of the middle-aged man's face, gritting his teeth and saying, "Here you go! Let go of my hand!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed to see the money meant for his daughter's medical treatment back in his hands.

Freed from his restraints, the young man turned and ran, shouting menacingly at Wukong and his companion as he ran, "You two just wait! This isn't over!"

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