After the group separated, Goku continued traveling on Kinto'un, traversing land and sea to reach the Kame House to see if Roshi could really teach him something worthwhile. He was laying back on the golden cloud with his hands behind his head, looking up at the endless sky.
"Now that I know I can't go back with Shenron, I guess I have to live here... as this Goku guy." He let out a frustrated sigh. "Fuck! I never watched or read Dragon Ball, and the only time someone talked about it was this nerdy girl, but I wasn't paying attention to her rambling... Anyway, even if I knew the story, I don't intend to follow his lifestyle."
Without realizing it until now, he had been unconsciously following Goku's original path.
"Now that I think about it, I'm a kid again. I could live a life I never had..." His expression grew thoughtful. "I was a smug bastard in my previous life... rightfully so. Tall, handsome, fit, and smart-I had everything I wanted. Money, some kind of fame, and women... even married women." His face darkened slightly. "Being a lawyer for the mafia had its perks. The power, the fear, the respect... until one of my clients found out I was fucking his wife. Well, that's what caused my end."
He stretched on the cloud, feeling the wind rush past him. "But now" A dark thought crossed his mind. "Why am I limiting myself to a normal life? I have power now-real power. Not just legal manipulation and connections, but actual strength that could reshape this world."
He sat up slightly, his eyes narrowing as the thought took hold. "In my past life, I worked within systems, bent rules, manipulated people through law and influence. But here? With this strength... I could BE the system. Why follow anyone else's rules when I could make my own?"
He paused, "or Maybe I could get married eventually, have kids... So far, who have I met? Bulma and Mai. Well, Bulma's an annoying little bitch, plus she's with Yamcha now. But I don't see that lasting-I can read people pretty well, and she's too savage for someone like him."
Thinking about the other option. "Mai... well, I guess she's a possibility. But the thing is, even though I'm an adult mentally, my body is still that of a 13-year-old kid..." He shrugged. "Well, we'll see what happens."
Goku kept talking to himself during the ride, working through his thoughts about this strange new life he'd been thrust into.
In the distance, a small island became visible with a distinctive pink house sitting on it-the Kame House.
Goku jumped down from Kinto'un and approached the window. Inside, he saw the old man kneeling in front of the TV, watching an aerobic exercise program featuring a pretty girl in a leotard striking very suggestive poses.
"One~ Two~" the woman on screen repeated.
"One~ Two~" Roshi echoed, not doing any actual exercise-just watching intently.
Goku entered and sat behind him on the couch, observing this pathetic display. After thirty minutes, the show finally ended. Roshi got up with a satisfied look and turned around, only to jump in surprise when he saw Goku.
"When did you get here?!" Roshi exclaimed.
Goku looked at him with a deadpan expression. "You must be really lonely."
"What's that matter to you?! Why are you here?" Roshi said, a bit annoyed.
"You asked me to come so you could train me... and I'm here," Goku answered simply.
"Where are the girls that were with you?" Roshi asked, looking around hopefully.
"Mai and Bulma? They went back to their homes," Goku replied.
"Tch! What a shame!" Roshi mumbled under his breath.
Goku looked at him with clear disappointment. "You know what? One day we'll go to the city, and I'll teach you how to get a girl to do whatever you want without being a creep."
Goku said this with a slight smirk, his adult experience showing through.
"You're still just a kid from the mountains! What could you possibly know that I-"
Goku approached Roshi's ear and whispered something to him. The old master stiffened, then eagerly shook Goku's hand.
"Welcome, my new disciple!"
Outside the house, they noticed something through the window-a boat was approaching, and something on it was reflecting the sun's rays strongly. They went outside to investigate.
A boat had arrived with a bald guy on it. He jumped from the boat, doing a flip before crashing head-first into the sand, where he got buried.
"What's wrong with this guy?" Roshi muttered.
"Goku, pull him out," Roshi ordered.
Goku approached and grabbed the stranger's legs, pulling him out of the sand. The bald kid got up, brushed the sand off his face, and said cheerfully, "Hello there!"
Goku was stunned, shocked, baffled-his eyes went wide and his body went stiff. He had never seen anything like this before.
"He-! He's got no nose!" Goku thought to himself, too afraid to say it out loud.
The noseless guy greeted Roshi politely. "You are Muten Roshi-sama, correct?"
"Why, indeed I am," Roshi answered.
"He said nothing about his nose!? I guess it's normal in this world," Goku muttered under his breath.
The stranger bowed respectfully, arms straight at his sides. "I'm Kuririn! I came from a village far in the east! I've come all this way to receive training from you, Muten Roshi-sama!"
"Oh, well, good work, but I don't take any more disciples," Roshi answered dismissively.
"I brought this magazine to commemorate our meeting," Kuririn said, handing Roshi a provocative magazine.
Roshi's expression changed instantly. "...I'll think about it."
Roshi began looking through the magazine, making weird appreciative noises. Meanwhile, Kuririn turned to Goku with a smug expression.
"By the way, who are you? His disciple?"
Goku put his hands in his pockets casually. "Sort of."
Kuririn looked him up and down critically. "I would have never thought of you as a martial artist... dressed like that." He mumbled at the end, "I hate good-looking guys."
"Kuririn, was it?" Roshi called out.
"Yes, sir?" Kuririn responded eagerly.
"Bringing me a pichi-pichi gal is the one condition I insist on before beginning any training," Roshi said, blushing.
"Pichi-pichi...?" Goku asked, not understanding the term.
"Okay then, go with Goku on Kinto'un to search for one," Roshi ordered.
"What? Why? We just agreed on something else, you and I," Goku protested.
"It's to help him!" Roshi whispered urgently, then ran toward Goku's ear. "And use your technique for... you know."
Goku let out a big sigh and jumped onto Kinto'un. "Come on."
Kuririn jumped onto Kinto'un and went right through it, landing on the ground. When Goku saw this, he sighed even more, knowing he'd have to carry him.
"Did you come here to train with impure intentions?" Roshi asked Kuririn.
"B-but I just want to become a strong martial artist in order to be popular with girls!!" Kuririn protested.
"That's what I mean by impure..." Roshi replied flatly.
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Goku and Kuririn flew on Kinto'un to find a pichi-pichi gal for Master Roshi, with Kuririn clinging desperately to Goku as they traveled at full speed across the landscape.
"Don't cling onto me so tight-that's gross!" Goku complained, already annoyed at having to bring him along.
"If I don't keep holding onto you, I'm gonna fall!" Kuririn answered, terrified of the height.
Not far away, gunshots, vehicle engines, and sirens could be heard. Two police cars were in pursuit of a motorcycle. On it rode a beautiful but ferocious-looking blonde woman with a bag dropping money that she had apparently stolen.
She turned toward the police cars and pulled out a shotgun with a menacing grin. Her long blonde hair flew erratically in the wind, tickling her nose, which caused her to sneeze. She lost control and fell from her bike, hurting herself.
The cops stopped their cars and ran toward her, guns drawn.
"L-Launch! We're arresting you! Put your arms in the air!"
But when they reached her, the woman now had blue hair and an innocent face, completely unlike the fierce one from before.
"W-who are you people? What do you want from me?" she said, scared and almost crying. "KYAAAHHHHH! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" she shouted at the sky.
Goku and Kuririn were flying directly above and witnessed the scene.
"This girl is cornered," Kuririn whispered.
Without a word, Goku stood up on Kinto'un with Kuririn still clinging to him and dropped from the cloud. Kuririn clung even tighter to Goku, shouting in terror as they descended between the cops and the girl.
Goku grabbed Kuririn by the collar, lifted him off his back, and set him down. "Here's your girl... Go convince her."
The cops turned to Goku, shocked. "Who are you two?! Don't interfere with police business!"
"Just please, officer, let her go..." Goku tried to talk it out reasonably.
"Move, or I'll arrest you too!" one cop said, aiming his gun at Goku.
Annoyed, Goku knocked them out faster than they could react, and they fell to the ground unconscious.
"He's fast," Kuririn said, hiding in the corner.
Launch had a big smile on her face. She got up and approached Goku gratefully. "Th-thank you so much! How can I repay you?!"
Kuririn came out of his hiding spot, hands on his hips confidently. "Aw, that's nothing!"
A few minutes later, Goku was riding Kinto'un with Kuririn clinging to him, looking back with a disgusted expression at Launch, who had come with them and could somehow ride Kinto'un as well.
They arrived back at the Kame House after their eventful rescue mission. Goku jumped off Kinto'un with practiced ease, while Kuririn still clung desperately to him like a scared cat. Launch floated down gracefully from the cloud, her feet touching the sand with delicate steps.
"Wow! It's really a nice place!" Launch exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she took in the tropical island paradise around them.
Goku reached behind him and firmly shook off Kuririn, who tumbled from his back and hit the sand with a soft thud.
"Ugh!" Kuririn groaned, then quickly recovered with nervous laughter. "Hehehe, have you become fond of it already?" he asked Launch while dusting sand off his monk robes.
"I'll go get Muten Roshi-sama!" Kuririn announced eagerly before scampering toward the pink house.
Goku walked over to the wooden porch and sat down heavily, already exhausted by this ridiculous situation. Launch approached him with small, graceful steps, her hands clasped together innocently in front of her body as she looked down at him with curious blue eyes.
"But why did you bring me here? Is there something I can do for you?" she asked, her voice soft and genuinely confused.
"There's nothing you can do for me," Goku replied bluntly. "By the way, why are the cops after you? Are you a criminal or something? You're sure good at playing dumb."
She pointed to the bag beside her, full of money. "Looking at this bag filled with money, I guess I must have robbed a bank again."
"You guess? The fuck are you talking about? Did you or did you not?" Goku said, losing his patience.
Meanwhile, Kuririn and Roshi had positioned themselves at the window, carefully evaluating whether she qualified as a proper pichi-pichi gal. What they saw made their assessment very easy.
Launch's face radiated pure innocence-soft blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with childlike wonder, smooth pale skin, and a sweet smile that could melt anyone's heart. But her body told a completely different story. Her full, round breasts strained against the fabric of her green sleeveless shirt, the material stretched taut across her ample chest. The deep V-neck revealed a tantalizing valley of cleavage that rose and fell gently with each breath.
Her shirt clung to her narrow waist, emphasizing just how small and delicate her midsection was-you could probably wrap your hands around it completely. But then her hips flared out dramatically, creating an hourglass silhouette that was nothing short of breathtaking. Her mini shorts hugged every curve of her perfectly rounded bottom and thick thighs, the fabric stretched so tight it left little to the imagination.
The contrast was striking-an angel's face on a body that could tempt a saint. Every movement she made caused subtle shifts in her curves, from the gentle sway of her hips when she walked to the way her chest bounced slightly with each step.
Roshi, watching this divine spectacle from behind the window, was practically vibrating with excitement, his nose already beginning to bleed.
"When I sneeze, my personality changes drastically," Launch explained to Goku.
Before Goku could respond, Roshi's big head popped out of the window, shouting "PERFECT!"
He turned to Kuririn enthusiastically. "You two have done a marvelous job! I'll take you as my disciple!" he said, addressing Kuririn.
Roshi came out of the house to greet Launch properly. "Welcome, welcome! Come inside!"
Launch bowed slightly to him. "Nice to meet you! I was saved by your grandsons!"
"Oh, I see! But they aren't my grandsons..." Roshi answered. "They're my little brothers."
The silence was deafening.
"Hahaha, that was a joke!" Roshi said, rubbing his head nervously.
After several minutes of animated conversation and explanation about his martial arts school, Roshi made his proposal that she stay at the island, which Launch accepted with genuine enthusiasm. Then, with poorly concealed ulterior motives, he asked if she wanted to become a disciple and train under him. Kuririn quickly jumped in as wingman, helping to convince her that it would be a wonderful opportunity.
Roshi disappeared briefly into the house and returned with a decorative box, his hands trembling slightly with barely contained excitement. "Here, hurry and change into the uniform!" he said, thrusting the box toward her.
Without any sense of modesty, Launch began lifting her green shirt right there on the beach. The fabric slowly revealed more of her flat, toned stomach and the underside of her full breasts.
Kuririn's eyes went wide as saucers. "Are you gonna change here?!" he squeaked, his voice cracking with pubescent excitement.
Launch suddenly realized her mistake, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment as she quickly pulled her shirt back down. "Oh! I should go inside!" she said, hurrying toward the house with quick, bouncing steps that made her assets jiggle enticingly.
Roshi shot Kuririn a murderous glare, absolutely furious at him for ruining what could have been a perfect moment.
Goku, meanwhile, took one look at his own "uniform" and immediately incinerated it in his palm with a controlled ki flame. "I don't even know what I'm doing here!" he muttered, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation.
A few minutes later, Launch emerged from the house, and the sight that greeted them was both ridiculous and arousing. She was wearing what was clearly French maid lingerie-a black outfit with white frilly trim that barely covered anything important. The "uniform" consisted of a tiny corset that pushed her already impressive breasts up and together, creating a deep valley of cleavage that threatened to spill over the low-cut neckline with every breath. The bottom was essentially a micro-skirt that barely covered her round bottom, and with every small movement, it rode up slightly, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her thick thighs.
"These look like underwear to me," Launch said with complete innocence, tugging at the short hem of the skirt in confusion.
She found Kuririn and Roshi standing in front of her wearing similar ridiculous outfits, looking like the world's most pathetic butlers. Goku remained seated on the porch to the side, his hand covering his face as he shook his head in disbelief at the whole spectacle.
"No, no! Those are authentic Kame Sen school uniforms!" Roshi lied with a completely straight face, though his nose was starting to bleed again.
Launch stood with her back turned toward Goku, who had a perfect view of how the tight outfit hugged her curves. The corset emphasized her narrow waist while the short skirt clung to her hips and the generous curve of her rear. A small fly buzzed past her face, its tiny wings tickling her sensitive nose.
"Ah... ah... ACHOO!"
The sneeze seemed to trigger something fundamental in her body. Her soft blue hair suddenly shifted to bright blonde, and her entire demeanor changed in an instant. Her innocent expression morphed into something fierce and dangerous.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden transformation.
"Where the hell am I? This sure as shit doesn't look like any prison I know," she growled, her voice now rough and aggressive, a complete contrast to her previous sweet tone.
Her dangerous eyes locked onto Kuririn and Roshi standing in front of her in their ridiculous outfits. Without hesitation, she somehow produced an Uzi submachine gun from thin air-where exactly she had been hiding it in that skimpy outfit was anyone's guess.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS!!?" she snarled, dropping into a professional combat stance.
She crouched low, legs spread wide for stability, pushing her round bottom out prominently as she braced for the weapon's recoil. From Goku's position on the porch, he had an unobstructed view of her perfectly curved rear straining against the tight fabric of her micro-skirt, which had ridden up even higher in her combat position.
"RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!"
The automatic weapon erupted in her hands, muzzle flashes lighting up her determined face as she sprayed bullets across the beach. Her entire body shook violently with each burst of gunfire-her full breasts bouncing wildly in the constraining corset, threatening to burst free entirely, while her firm bottom jiggled with each powerful recoil that ran through her frame.
The spectacle was simultaneously terrifying and mesmerizing. Here was this goddess-like figure in a ridiculously sexy outfit, wielding deadly firepower with professional skill while her body moved in ways that would make any man's mind go blank.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, another fly buzzed past her nose.
"Ah-CHOO!"
The sneeze transformed her back instantly. Her hair shifted from blonde to blue, her expression melted back into innocent confusion, and she immediately dropped the smoking weapon like it had burned her.
"Oops! When I sneeze, I change personality! Tehehe!" she giggled sweetly, rubbing her head with one hand while completely oblivious to the destruction she had just caused.