Tea God Can Break The Law Of Smoke And No Harm

At this time, the villagers who had been watching Oolong gradually became excited.

"What? This little pig is the terrifying monster Oolong? Are you sure?"

"I can't believe we were all terrified of this weakling!"

"Speak up! What did you do to our daughters??!"

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll roast you into a suckling pig!"

Oolong trembled even more. "Don't be hasty! I'll talk! Your daughters are alive and well. In fact, they're living happily! I'll take you to them right now!"

Under Oolong's guidance, the villagers found the kidnapped girls safe and sound, having lived a pampered life in luxury.

The elderly woman, as promised, handed the six-star Dragon Ball to Renkai.

With the Dragon Ball secured, Renkai lost all interest in Oolong and was about to instruct Bulma to drive away from the village.

"Brother, I think we need a driver."

Bulma glanced at Oolong, who had been forgiven and was now sneaking toward the village entrance. Her eyes lit up with an idea.

No matter how useless this pig seemed, he could at least handle the job of driving, right?

With Oolong as their driver, Bulma could finally free herself from the wheel and spend more time with her beloved Renkai!

"Oolong, come here. Bulma wants you to drive the RV," Renkai called out casually.

The moment Oolong heard this, he panicked. In a burst of white smoke, he transformed into a rocket and shot off at high speed, flames trailing behind him.

Bulma blinked in disbelief.

"Brother... I don't think he's coming back."

Renkai smirked. "No, he'll be back."

"Dong Dong Pah!"

"Hahaha! Only an idiot would agree to be your driver! I'm free! Isn't this great?"

Oolong, now a rocket, soared through the sky, grinning smugly.

Suddenly, a narrow beam of energy whizzed past him, causing a violent explosion in the distance.

Oolong's smug grin froze.

More beams shot past him, each one detonating in the air just ahead.

Terrified, Oolong made an emergency turn and sped back toward Renkai at full throttle.

The moment he landed, another puff of white smoke revealed his original form. He immediately knelt before Renkai, trembling.

"Brother! I was wrong! I won't run away again!"

"Get in the car and take us to our next destination. Bulma will guide you."

Renkai casually blew on his fingers.

"Brother, you're amazing!"

Oolong scrambled into the driver's seat, eager to comply.

With Oolong now driving, Bulma was finally free. She spent her time either sitting with Renkai, napping, or pampering herself with face masks to keep looking her best.

At this time, the Dragon Ball Radar displayed only one remaining signal—the seven-star Dragon Ball.

Renkai glanced at little Goku, who was still training in the RV, and smirked.

Goku, your wife is coming online.

The final Dragon Ball was located at Fire Mountain, the home of Ox-King.

And Ox-King's daughter, Chichi, was none other than Goku's future wife!

Renkai had no interest in Chichi, who would one day raise the most annoying version of Gohan. Since Goku was now his little brother, there was no way he'd let him end up like Vegeta—forced to transform into Super Saiyan Green.

When Oolong heard they were heading to Ox-King's territory, he nearly fainted.

But seeing Renkai's calm expression, he resigned himself to fate and drove toward Fire Mountain.

Unlike Oolong, little Goku was practically bouncing with excitement at the thought of meeting Ox-King.

Before reaching Fire Mountain, they had to pass through a vast desert known as the Sand Sea.

"Brother, I've heard that thieves hide in the Sand Sea, robbing travelers who pass through."

Oolong held the wheel tightly, but he didn't seem too afraid.

Just a few desert bandits.

They were nothing compared to Ox-King… or Renkai!

"We've entered the territory of the 'Tea God.'

Renkai smirked, recalling a certain legendary battle from the original story.

In his eyes, the so-called Tea God was far less valuable than his little pet, Puar.

At least Puar had shapeshifting abilities.

And the Tea God?

Wolf Fang Fist?

Completely worthless.

Even Krillin had more potential than him.

As the RV rolled deeper into the Sand Sea, a small blue cat peeked through binoculars from a hiding spot.

"A big score is coming!"

Puar's eyes gleamed as he quickly floated underground to deliver the news.

"Master Yamcha! Get ready! We've got a big one!"

At that moment, Yamcha was sitting in his hideout, chewing on a stale biscuit.

Upon hearing Puar's words, his eyes lit up.

"Finally! A big payday! Puar, grab my gear! It's time to work!"

Didi!

Renkai: Combat Power 44,000

Son Goku: Combat Power 44

Oolong: Combat Power 2

Bulma: Combat Power 4

Unknown: Combat Power 9

Unknown: Combat Power 2

"Goku, stop training. We've got company."

Renkai casually checked the combat power detector, confirming that two unknown figures were approaching.

If it wasn't Yamcha and Puar, then who else could it be?

"Brother, are they strong?"

Little Goku's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Take it easy. Don't kill them."

"Aw, man…"

Little Goku pouted, already losing interest.

Another weakling? What a disappointment.

The RV came to a stop. Renkai and Goku stepped outside, facing the desert bandit and his companion.

"Alright, listen up! This is a—"

Before Yamcha could even finish his line, little Goku vanished from his sight.

A split second later, he reappeared.

Yamcha barely had time to react.

Little Goku's punch sent him flying across the desert, tumbling through the air before crashing into the sand.

"Master Yamcha!"

Puar screamed and flew toward his fallen friend.

A thick cloud of dust rose around Yamcha's impact site. His fate was unclear.

Renkai watched curiously.

"Let's see… will he break the 'no-harm-in-the-smoke' rule?"

As the dust settled, Yamcha's figure came into view.

Renkai blinked in surprise.

"He actually broke the rule. He got wrecked!"

Yamcha lay curled up in the sand, limbs twisted awkwardly. He wasn't getting up anytime soon.

"Master Yamcha! Please wake up!"

Puar was on the verge of tears, circling Yamcha anxiously.

Renkai smirked and transformed into his humanoid dragon form.

"Puar, I'll grant you one wish."

Puar barely hesitated.

"Please heal Master Yamcha!"

"It's simple."

Renkai snapped his fingers.

With a flash of light, Yamcha's injuries vanished.

Renkai teleported back into the RV.

Yamcha groggily sat up, looking around in confusion.

"Master Yamcha!"

Puar hugged him, overwhelmed with relief.

Just as Oolong was about to restart the RV and drive away, Yamcha suddenly sprinted forward and blocked their path.