C.7: Entertain this Young Lady!

"Wahahahaha! I regret everything!"

Leon turned back.

"What?"

Roshi, now louder, yelled against the wind.

"Hehehe. Don't mind me boy, I'm having fun and AAAHH! Just follow the coast."

Master Roshi was skidding across the water surface at Mach 1.5. His turtle shell a makeshift surfboard. His billowing clothes lifting him high into the sky, before gravity smashed him down.

Right after collecting the spaceship, Master Roshi connected them both with a rope, and told him to hop on the Flying Nimbus. For 'training', he said.

"Now go!"

Standing on his turtle shell, he pointed to the west. Leon may not be a genius. But he was pretty sure, that this was the equivalent of tying yourself to a commercial airplane and hoping for the best.

Leon shrugged. How could he assume to understand the depths of Earth's Martial Arts Masters. They were the kind of guys to sit under waterfalls for enlightenment.

'Yeah! So what if he wants to bounce like a rubber ball! He must be comprehending a new technique!'

***

Master Roshi was not having fun. Well, maybe when the Flying Nimbus slowly accelerated. But now the wind was blowing up his clothes and the impact with the water made him wet. he was cold, and the bouncing made him...

"Buergh!"

...puke. A lot.

But he couldn't let Leon know! His mysterious image would be ruined! So he grit his teeth with all his determination. And hoped that the Paradise Grass, which enhanced his lifespan, also made him immune to getting a cold.

With snot and tears running down his face, he exclaimed in relief, when ne sensed West City on the horizon!

"Leon! Can you see it!?"

"Yeah!"

"Let's get something to eat!"

Leon, now aware of his Saiyan appetite, accelerated even further. Much to the chagrin of Roshi.

...

Now at the beach, Roshi jumped back into the water to clean himself up. Leaping back out, he shook himself like a dog. Rattling his old bones. Roshi, fresher than ever took the lead.

'I think I heard something crack.'

Roshi was in great pain right now. He tried to walk it off, but that only made it worse. He sensed Leon staring at his back curiously. Taking a deep breath, he stood still and concentrated. Leaning against his stick, he gathered all of the centuries of Martial Arts experience. Gathering hid Ki, he rapidly manipulated his withered muscles. Putting his dislocated spine back in place.

Leon, seeing the Turtle Hermit twitching in place got excited.

"Master! Are you comprehending a mysterious technique right now?"

Stroking his beard, he decided to wing it.

"Hohoho. It seems that I did."

To Roshi's own surprise, he actually did create a new technique. With this, a person could potentially still fight, even if all of the bones are broken. Taking this further, even a pierced lung could be ignored for a while. As long as muscle covered the hole. Grimacing at the thought, he named the technique.

"I call it the 'Hard Shell, Soft Core' technique."

Leon was amazed. Today, Master Roshi displayed two techniques, he never showed in the Anime! One of them he even created on the fly! You could call him a perverted old man all you want. He was still the 'God of Martial Arts'.

"Leon, my boy. Why don't you go ahead and choose a restaurant real quick. I will come and find you myself. I pay."

Roshi gave him a toothy smile with all the teeth he had left.

Leon didn't think anything at that, and ran ahead.

Seeing that Leon didn't look back, the old man slumped on the ground. His sunglasses slipping off his nose. He landed on his bum. He was sweating bullets. Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped his face, panting heavily.

"Oh my. These old bones, can't match this old man's spirit!"

Today really was eventful, but he didn't have fun like this in ages. Looking back, he could even chuckle at the horrible trip. It was just like back in the day. He would do something stupid, fall on his butt, and emerge stronger.

Feeling the comfy sand beneath him, he wanted to rest just a bit longer.

***

Leon ran restlessly through the streets. His previous excitement was replaced with pangs of hunger. For the first time since he came to this world, he cursed his Saiyan heritage. His tail swaying through the hole he poked into his robe, he looked around. He couldn't just go to any place. He needed food RIGHT NOW. Preferably meat. His gaze stuck to a sausage stall, with a lot of grilled meat already prepared.

Time to abuse your age!

He pulled some of the adults by the hem of their clothes, his stomach rumbling for everyone to hear.

"Can I come first, please?"

He politely asked with his best puppy eye impression. He could care about his shattered pride later!

"Aww! What a polite child! Of course you can come first."

The nice lady rubbed his hair. Seeing this, the other adults made way. Nobody wanted to keep a hungry kid from eating.

Inwardly, Leon scoffed at this behavior. Already apologizing in advance for what he was about to do. Everything is allowed in food and war!

The stall owner looked him up and down. Seeing his tattered clothes, he frowned.

"And who is going to pay?"

Hearing this, Leon stiffened. The treasure was still with Roshi! Desperately feeling through his pockets, he pulled out a small gold coin. Relief washed over him, but the stall owner wasn't that impressed.

"Yeah. I don't take fake money."

Seeing the accusatory glances of the other customers in line, he sighed.

"Ok, kid. I'll test whether its real gold. But if it's fake, you have to go."

Saying this, he took the coin and bit it. Color him surprised! The gold was real.

Leon with a smug expression, twiddled his thumbs.

"I have more where that comes from!"

Hearing this, the Sausage Man entered salesman mode.

"Hahaha! If that's true then you can eat as much as you want."

With that said, he dished out sausage after sausage, while preparing new meat at hyper speed! The audience was impressed at the Sausage Man's skill. But even more so at the small child making the meat disappear like it's nobody's business. Their movements began to blur. With normal people being unable to follow them with the naked eye.

The Sausage Man was no Martial Artist, but he had years of experience with hungry afternoon crowds. On bad days, they almost stormed his hut!

In no time all the meat disappeared inside of the little Saiyan, and he let out a satisfied burp. At this point, the people weren't even thinking about eating anymore, and erupted in enthusiastic applause.

The greasy Sausage Man wiped himself with a clean towel in satisfaction. He was already sold out, and it wasn't even noon! He'd need to order more meat from his meat guy to feed the the afternoon crowd.

Now comes the best part of his job.

"Well, aren't you a little foodie! Here is the bill!"

Seeing the high number, his tail stiffened. Panicking, he was searching for Master Roshi in the crowd. With the satisfied smile of the stall owner crumpling, and being replaced with a stern look, he wanted to cry. He was experiencing what every child dreads! Being left alone at the cash register after shopping for hundreds in groceries.

'Master! Save me!!!'

"Well... Who is going to pay for..."

Before he could continue, an excited shriek pierced the audience.

"Ahhh! Monkey Boy!"

A blue head zigzagged between the legs of the adults. Revealin a little girl touching his tail. Striking up a conversation, she pelted him with questions, leaving him no time to reply.

"Young Mistress!"

An adult was scrambling through the crowd trying to catch up with her.

The Sausage Man tapped his arm impatiently.

"Is your little friend going to pay for you?"

Quick on the uptake, she saw an opportunity!

"If you do a trick I'll pay the difference."

Leon, really was overwhelmed by the blue whirlwind. Needing a few seconds to process the information, he felt relieved and insulted at the same time. Monkey Boy?! Really? But seeing at the expectant look on her face, he couldn't be mad for long.

"You're going to pay for me if I do a trick?"

The blue haired girl nodded entusiastically. Spotting the confirmation, he took a deep breath. Stretching his tail and limbs he jumped.

He did a triple backflip with half a twist, and by some stroke of luck, landed on his index finger.

His long robes sliding down, they presented his secon tail to the entire crowd.

"Ahhh!"

"Young Lady!"

The woman from before covered the girl's eyes. And Leon just wanted to die from embarassment.