Dragon Ball Era: The Adventures of the Legendary Super Pervert! 

Whilst Master Roshi and Bulma were on the verge of finalizing their deal, a young woman piloted a submarine beneath the big blue sea. The woman – Mai – gave off a cold appearance, emoting nothing in particular as she carried out her orders, once more reading the briefing Emperor Pilaf had given her to carry out. She acted like a real soldier, through on true.

Emperor Pilaf had received intel from one of his lower lackey's that an old hermit by the name of Master Roshi was in possession of one of the seven magical, wish-granting Dragon Balls that the Pilaf Gang was scouring the Earth for. It was her first solo operation in some time. Usually, she was accompanied by her partner, Shu. But the threat level of this 'Master Roshi' – who even named themselves Master anyways, she wondered? – was so low Emperor Pilaf had decided that Shu could be employed to better use elsewhere. She didn't mind. In all honesty, Shu wasn't the most useful partner to have around – incompetent was the word that came to mind. His loyalty, however, was unquestionable. Then again, he was a dog, so that wasn't very surprising. They were known as loyal companions.

When she neared the designated coordinates, she covertly examined her surroundings using the sub's periscope. Surrounded by nothing but the big blue sea, it was easy to spot the red roof and pink façade that housed the old man who was to be her target.

"Location spotted," she muttered out loud matter-of-factly. She exhaled lightly to remove her tension. Her mission was about to start.

Mai collected her gun and sheathed it into its hoister. She wrapped her hands firmly around the hilt and frowned, deep in thought. She hoped the old man would comply without the need of a pistol, but she wasn't opposed to using it if push came to shove. Though the threat level had been estimated to be low, she couldn't shake off a feeling of uneasiness. The grip on her gun loosened, and she shook her head.

"Calm down, Mai," she ordered herself. She was only agitating herself. Everything was going to be fine.

It wasn't going to be fine.

Elsewhere, Master Roshi made his way back home, his brow still furrowed. He was at a loss. He vowed to be more proactive to have fun with excitable women, but how exactly was he supposed to do that? Sure, he had some tricks up his sleeve, like the Sleepy Boy Technique – which should also work on women, he reckoned – and the Hypnosis Technique, but such techniques were meant for combat. Even in his heated state, he had to respect the sacred martial arts. At least until desperate. He had promised his master long ago to never use such techniques for lecherous purposes. And where was he going to find women like the delectable girl from this morning anyway? It were these kinds of questions that made him decide to head home first before figuring out his next move. It was hard to think with such a bulge in his pants – he needed blood in his head, not in his trousers – so relieving himself once he got home was his number one priority. Probably while thinking of the turquoise-haired stunner who so graciously showed him her pussy.

As he got closer to his home, however, he spotted a silhouette in the distance. It didn't look like a sea-dweller. Could it be a human then? That would be quite something. He couldn't even remember the last time he had human visitors. Whoever it was, he hoped they wouldn't stay long. He really needed to take care of his yearnings. With his honed senses he eventually managed to discern a shapely form standing on his island.

Wait…? Shapely?!

Could… could it be?! Standing in front of his home was a… a woman?! Roshi hastily shook his head and rubbed his head. Was he dreaming? Could this entire day have been a dream? If it was, he truly didn't want to wake up. He hesitantly pinched his cheeks, but other than stinging his cheeks, nothing changed. He wasn't dreaming then. That was a blessing; the last thing he wanted was for the events of this morning to be a dream. But… then why was there a woman in front of his home? He eyed her with notable interest.

She was a fairly tall woman with blue eyes and long black hair with bangs, wearing red eye shadow and lipstick. She wore a teal trench coat with a red star insignia on each shoulder, a brown belt with a pistol holster attached to it from the right hip, beige slacks, and brown combat boots. She seemed quite… intense. She was a looker though! Oh yes, he snickered, she was perfect to provide some relief after meeting that young girl this morning. The piston in his pants pulsed eagerly in anticipation. Perhaps his hands were unneeded after all!

The only question was… how was he going to convince her? He quietly got off the turtle he'd used as a lift and took his first steps into the grains of sand. He was quite crafty as he approached the woman from behind. Tiptoeing toward her in the sand that surrounded his home as if he was weightless, the crafty perv eyed her buttocks, licked his lips and raised his hand. As he got closer, he noted she seemed to be quite toned and well-trained, her efforts prominent despite her baggy clothing. Then, thanking Kami for this opportunity, he propelled his arm forward and squeezed the girl's left butt cheek.

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Oho~! How firm and shapely it felt in his hand. Making the best of this opportunity, he pinched the tight skin once more.

"Huh!" Mai inhaled sharply when she suddenly felt something funny grab her… her…! She swiftly turned around to come face to face with the old man she was supposed to rob.

"Y-you!" she stuttered, a crimson hue covering her cheeks. She couldn't believe a man had touched her there! The audacity! The furthest she'd ever gotten was holding hands with a man, and now one had caressed her butt! And how had he gotten behind her so mutely? He... he couldn't be the low threat Emperor Pilaf had spoken about! This man was dangerous! She tried to regain her steely gaze, but with one grope, the hermit had successfully befuddled her. "W- who are you?" she rambled shakily.

The old geezer chortled heartily, straightening his back before he introduced himself,

"They call me Master Roshi the Turtle Hermit!"

What?! That couldn't be…! This was the man mentioned in the reports? Something seemed… off about him. Mai steeled up her guard and took a step back to broaden the distance between her and the old man. Then, she hastily dove her right hand down toward her hoister and hoisted her pistol, holding it in front of her and angling her firearm towards the geezer. With her gun now out in front of her, she felt her confidence return as well. As if she was a completely different woman than the flustered girl moments earlier, she spoke,

"All right, listen up, old man. I'm here on the orders of the great Emperor Pilaf, the soon-to-be ruler of the world. We have received intel that you possess one of the seven Dragon Balls. If you value your life, you'll hand that ball over right this instant."

"Oh my," Roshi uttered, not showing any fear despite his current situation. If anything, he was surprised to hear another person mention the Dragon Balls after the girl from this morning. He'd never heard of them before today, and now there were at least two groups searching for them. What was so special about those trinkets anyway?

"Are you sure about this, girly?" he warned playfully. "You might be in a bit over your head here."