After parting with Rias and company, Son Goku quickly returned home to grab his futon and other sundries, then races on cloud-back to the hermitage of Kame-sen'nin, where he hopes to receive additional training…
The wind blew back his black hair, as Goku flew over the salty waves, crashing and trembling in the endless sea just below his midair positioning. Within mere seconds, he soon caught sight of the beached shack, populating the old master's comfy island.
"Aw-right! There it is!" He slowed down the Flying Nimbus, then safely jumped down onto the soft beach. "Hope the old guy has some food!" He laughed, while moving his collected items—futon and all—off the magically condensed mass of yellow water vapor, carrying the whole load up over his spiky, jagged hair. "Man, I'm hungry!"
He walked up to the screen-door entrance, then called out: "Hey, old timer! It's meeee!"
Patiently, Goku waited a good couple of minutes, "…", but no one showed up to answer. "Huh? Don't tell me he's out…" Perplexed, the boy set his stuff to the side, then proceeded to snoop around the premises, hoping to perhaps find another entrance. "A-One-An'-A-Two-An'-A…" Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from the nearest open windowsill.
"Huh?" Naturally curious of the high pitched, fluffy tone, Goku pulled himself up through the opening to see who was doing all the chit-chat.
"Ok now, spread those legs! A-One-An'-A-Two…" Inside one of those weird boxes the Rias had shown him a little while ago, two people, dressed quite strangely mind you, talked while performing some extravagant form of exercise… perhaps training?
"An'-A-Two-An'-A… that's it, Heh Heh Heh…" Resting on his front legs, eyes glued to the moving screen before him, relaxed the "impeccable" martial artist, Master Roshi.
"Hey! So you are here!" Goku smiled while letting himself inside the old master's humble abode. "I said, hey!" He childishly giggled, then waited for the old man to say something…
"Yes," he smirked, rather pervertedly, "An'-A-One-An'-A…" evidently still unaware of the boy's presence in his household. Seeing this, Goku simply took the initiative.
"HEY, HERMIT!" He leaned in, then shouted at the tippy top of his lungs.
"Yurr!" Master Roshi yelped, then frantically clutched at his ringing eardrums. Still a tad stunned from the loud scream, he quickly spun around, facing the cheery visitor. "Eesh… it's only you… don't scare me like that, kiddo!"
"HEH HEH HEH!" Goku smiled, bursting with laughter. "I came to get trained! Also, I'm hungry." He pat his belly, which let out a perfectly timed rumble.
"Whoa, whoa! Just give me a minute. The fridge is right over there. Go help yourself." He directed the boy towards the kitchen, simultaneously returning his unabiding attention to the Television screen, and at the pairing of young women taking focal stage.
"Okay!" Goku ventured into the hermit's kitchen, quickly finding the referenced item: a tall, steel-grey refrigerator. "Huh, what a weird box to keep food in." He stated, then opened up the cold storage. "BRRRR! It's like winter in here!" He shivered, but continued to rifle through the various items inside, grabbing as much food as he could physically carry. "But… HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH… plenty o' food!"
Without warning, the boy began feasting upon the entirety of the piled, well-stacked fare, unbeknownst to the perverted master in the next room over.
KRUNCH! "What the…?! Ice!"
Even as Goku continued to empty out the fridge and pantry, Master Roshi continued on with his unorthodox "session", all until the program had finally come to a close. "I'll see you next week! Meanwhile, keep sweating!"
"Oooo… she's good…!" The old hermit sighed, completely satisfied. "Might as well see what the boy is up to…" He stood, then stretched out his long arms.
"Hey, what—" Soon as he made his way into the kitchen, the old master's eyes nearly split out of his classy glasses, shocked at the sight currently before him.
"Phew… that was great…" Sitting flat on the floor, incapacitated and happy as can be, Goku chuckled, satisfied with the well-endowed snack supply, now completely missing from the old man's fridge. Behind, everything that the hermit had cooped up… was gone…
"It can't be…!" Master Roshi wailed, shocked, as he made his way to opened fridge. "You ate it all…?! Even the butter…?!" He couldn't believe his aged eyes. "A whole week's supply of food…" He turned back around. "What did you come here for anyway?"
Goku smiled, then got back up. "Well, the Dragon Ball hunt's over for now, so… like I said… train me!"
"Huh? Train…? Ohh… yes, yes…" Master Roshi nodded, remembering his promise to the kid, all the way back at Fry Pan Mountain.
Immediately, Goku ran outside to gather together his leftover items. "I even brought my futon with me." He quickly returned inside, excited.
Finally noticing the young boy was here by himself, Master Roshi glanced around. "Say, where're your friends?"
"You mean Rias, Akeno, and the others? They all went back home, I think."
"I see… well take a seat there, okay." He motioned a finger over to the flat coffee table in the living room. Goku did as he was told, and the two sat down together to talk. "My training's awfully tough, you know!"
"I don't care!" The kid was giddy with excitement. "I just wanna be more powerful than you, that's all!"
"Oh ho, ho, really! More powerful that me, eh…?" The old hermit grinned, amused with the proposition at hand. "All right… but training like mine doesn't come free, capisce?"
Goku nodded, listening attentively.
"You'll get all the training that you can take, but you've gotta be willing to work for it!" He pointed. "And reintroduce me to those girls when you're a little older… HEH HEH! Think you can do all that?"
Son Goku laughed, nodding his head. "Yes, sir!"
The adventure never stops… especially for this crazy, rambunctious lad! Stay tuned, shorty, for the continuation of "Gotta Heed The Call Of Magic Dragon Balls!"