Chapter 7 - Ch6 The hunt for the 4 remaining dragon balls part 2

After that ordeal me and Bulma headed back to the spot and cleaned house before adventuring off again. Alright, hang on tight, Bulma said as we traveled away. Yoo, it's a village, and look, the dragon balls glowing, I'd bet it's over there. I said. Good eye Kakarot Bulma said. This place looked like a ghost town but it was because everyone was hiding. I know why though. Hey, excuse me, is anyone home. Bulma said. Move, I said. After that I kicked down the door. Some man tried to strike me with an axe but I put my hand out to break it with a finger. AHH the man exclaimed. I told the man we had come looking for the dragon balls and a woman came in with the 6 star ball. We asked for it and she declined, claiming we couldn't defeat the "terrible oolong". Bulma tried to put me in a costume to lure him but I opted to lure him out with the promise of a fade. Long story short the big oaf showed his constantly changing face and I decided to put belt to ass. "I am oolong the terrible, you dare stand in wa-". Before he could continue I chopped him in the back of the neck. Shortly after that he transformed into a short pig again and I dragged his ass back to the village and made that nigga explain everything. Author's note. I'm still black. You think I can get the dragon ball now? I asked. Yes you can sweetheart, I can't thank you enough for saving our village. She said, I'm going to take this little demon with us. So don't worry about him. I replied. So oolong joined us in our journey to find the dragon balls and because If I could learn the shapeshift It could come in handy. Using my saiyan talent, I learned it after seeing him perform it back when we first fought, or rather I fought him. Oolong asked Bulma where we were going to which she replied "Fire Mountain" FIRE MOUNTAIN!? Oolong exclaimed. THATS THE DANGEROUS HOME OF THE OX KING, WERE DEAD IF WE GO THERE. "Ooh, I heard he's strong." I said excitedly. I'd love to catch a fade from him. "You're impossible, you know that kid?" Oolong said exasperately. You are a shapeshifting talking pig but ok, I'm the weird one. I replied sarcastically. The boat ran outta gas so we continued on foot for a while and made it to a familiar desert. This is Yamcha's Desert, imma do this dude so dirty, I thought mischievously. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Yamcha, but doing this nigga dirty is so funny to me. Author's note again. I'm still black. Anyways It was too hot so Bulma and Oolong took a nap and I was hungry as hell so I went looking for some food waiting for Yamcha to pop out. My timing was perfect when almost on cue, I heard a motorcycle rumbling in the distance. When I turned my head to look. I saw a tan dude with long shaggy hair and a machete sheathed on his side. A smile came to my face when I realized I met another MC. Of course, back when he wasn't washed. "Greetings, I am Yamcha, the master of the lands you travel upon". Boy I almost cracked and started laughing. Safe to say I did not feel intimidated in the slightest. Nice to meet ya Yamcha, the name is Kakarot, also do you have any food? I said impatiently. I have no food for you, he said harshly. If you have any dino caps and money, I will let you pass so you can find some food. At that moment I cracked and started laughing while holding my stomach. After wiping a tear I had calmly said, bro if you don't direct me to food in the next five seconds I will slap the dogshit out of you. Word to my grandad. You will not be getting any food unti- SMACK. The moment he uttered that phrase, I put my entire hand, full palm and 5 fingers to the right side of his face and sent him 5 yards away. By the time he gathered himself, he was helped up by who he thought was Puar but it was me. "Cmon cmon man, fade aint over yet. I said haughtily. I proceeded to put this nigga (authors note: still black) in a blender with every move my grandpa taught me. Right hook, tornado kick, spinning backfist, I got creative safe to say. Every hit probably felt like a flashbang to his entire nervous system. Regardless I did hold back, a lot. He was still battered by the end of that and I yelled at his blue furred companion to take me to the food and he obliged. Safe to say me n Puar ransacked the joint and left with no protest. We came back to Bulma after she woke up confused at the ruckus. Turns out Oolong's dumbass had a dino capsule with food the whole time. So I returned from the brink of death by eating.