Bulma quickly began to tire as they made their trek from out of the jungles of Mount Paozu and into the Desert before FryPan Mountain. This prompted Jazz to volunteer to pick up Bulma. She was still miffed about his 'mistake', but accepted his help graciously, leaning against his back. Eventually, Oolong swallowed his pride and asked Jazz to carry him to, the teen obliged easily but dropped Oolong when the latter attempted to get a little too cozy near Bulma.

Eventually, they stopped by a group of stony outcroppings that resembled a group of trees. Jazz gently placed Bulma in the shade and used his long-dry jacket as a pillow for her.

"Are you tired already?" Goku asked.

"We aren't superhuman like you." Oolong groaned, "besides, this guy's probably in the worst shape, I heard you two sparred and you put him in rough shape."

Goku didn't retort, instead, he looked at Jazz, when the teen attempted to make eye contact, Goku looked away. Jazz raised an eyebrow quizzically at the action but ignored it.

"...I'm hungry."

Oolong, who had been about to attempt to turn in, nodded. "You know, I'm hungry too."

"You want pork?" Goku asked.

"Fuck you." Oolong retorted, then turned his head in alarm to the sound of a motor running in a distance.

The three boys turned to see someone in a sand mobile driving rapidly towards them.

A handsome, long-haired man of eastern descent jumped off the machine. "Yo," he announced confidently.

"Who are you?" Goku asked. Oolong backed away nervously.

"I'm just a random guy, doing his best to make it in this world. Now, I'm also pretty strong and pretty dangerous, so you best hand over your money and capsules." The man smirked.

"I'm Puar! And this is Yamcha!" Next to Yamcha was a tiny cat-like creature with massive ears and tiny eyes.

The man, Yamcha, spoke again, "I'd hate to have to hurt a boy like you, but I won't hesitate to if you try to be difficult."

Oolong stared at the cat for a bit. "Puar? Crybaby Puar?!"

Puar stared at Oolong with disgust. "You're the pervert who kept bullying me! You got kicked out for stealing the teacher's panties!" The little cat shouted, "pervert! I hate you!"

"Damn… that's a good memory." Oolong grumbled.

Goku and Yamcha looked at Oolong with looks of dismissal, and when Oolong turned to look to Jazz for any support, the latter simply turned away.

"Looks like even your friends think you're no good." Yamcha chuckled, "but this doesn't matter, hand over your capsules, now!"

Oolong turned to Jazz, "hey, handle him or he'll kill us!"

Jazz looked confused, then slowly began to get up.

"No, I'll do it." Goku stepped forward.

He and Yamcha began fighting, unlike in the original, Goku had the advantage, even while he was hungry, but like in the original, Yamcha took him by surprise with a Wolf Fang Fist. This time, however, instead of being knocked into rocks, Goku just skidded backward then unleashed a massive Jan-Ken combo. But, it seemed that with his extra power came a quicker loss in stamina. Before things got ugly, Jazz shook Bulma awake, who locked eyes with Yamcha. Yamcha got weak in the knees, collapsing in shock, and Puar had to drag him to the sled to retreat.

As Yamcha fled, Bulma smiled, "ooh, who was that cute boy! He seemed like a pretty good guy!" Oolong could only stare in annoyance, but Jazz laughed, "sorry man, it's the perks of being attractive, and also of not being a complete creep"

…

After some convincing, Bulma made Oolong activate the M-sized mobile home camper Capsule he had stashed away, and he treated the group to a feast. After the meal, Jazz went to do the dishes. As he did, he overheard Goku talking to Oolong about the dragon balls. Eventually, the conversation got to women, or rather, Goku's confusion over Oolong's obsession, but before they could get into the nitty-gritty Bulma smacked them from behind.

"What are you two idiots on about?" Before they could say anything, she turned to Oolong, "and why are all your pajamas so small?"

"Hey," Oolong replied, "they're my pajamas, it's not my fault."

"Then you better wash my clothes!" Bulma replied angrily.

Before Oolong could retort, Jazz spoke up, "I'm already on it."

"Oh! Thanks!" Bulma broke into a smile, "see! Jazz gets me, he knows how to treat a lady." She pat Jazz on the head, "one of these days you're going to make a little lady really happy!"

Oolong rolled his eyes. "Anyways, since we're about to head to bed, how about some juice?"

Bulma smirked, "oh, well look at that, you can be nice too."

Bulma and Goku took their cups, drinking them completely.

On the other hand, Jazz pretended to drink it, stuffing it in his mouth then surreptitiously spitting it out.

He pretended to be asleep. With his eyes closed, he felt Oolong move between him and Goku.

"Finally… now I'll be able to put my hands all over her." Oolong chuckled evilly and went up the stairs to the sleeping Bulma.

Jazz gritted his teeth in annoyance but knew that in a few seconds, Oolong's plan would be ruined. Yamcha burst into the camper with Puar, and after a few seconds of observation, noticed Goku and Jazz asleep.

"Huh… they must be deep sleepers." The bandit said, scratching his head. "But Oolong must be upstairs, if he and the girl is awake, I'll need you to distract them." Jazz felt himself being dragged into a corner of the room. Upon hearing the sound of a small explosion, he heard Puar run up the stairs.

Eventually, he heard Puar and Oolong heading down, and Yamcha slowly creaking up the stairs. Once the creaking stopped, Jazz opened his eyes and crawled out the window. "...sorry Bulma…"

…

Oolong and Puar were in the midst of yelling at each other when Jazz came upon them. Before Puar could return to Yamcha, Jazz grabbed on to him tightly, and despite Puar's repeated transformations, Jazz didn't let go.

"Hold on, I have a few questions." Jazz said, "answer them, and I'll let you rescue your friend, Yamcha's got a fear of girls, right?"

Puar shuddered, "how did y-"

"It makes sense, the last thing Yamcha saw before collapsing the first time you guys confronted us was Bulma, also, why else would you try to get 'Bulma' out of the car? Anyways," Jazz grinned, "it's easy questions…"

After letting Puar go, Oolong and Jazz returned to the car.

"...Phew, that was a close one, right?" Oolong asked, "you really saved my butt there, you're almost as strong as Goku, right?"

Jazz turned to Oolong and tapped the empty Orange Juice, which made the pig-man flinch.

"You're actually really disgusting." He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Can't you just use your money to buy a cheap girl to do that with?"

"H-hey!" Oolong got mad, "if you knew what I was going to do, you could have stopped me directly, besides, Yamcha got into the car, and now we know his weakness, right?" He continued, "besides, it's not like you don't like Bulma, I mean, you follow all her orders right?" He smirked as he pointed at Jazz, "I get it, you're annoyed cuz she's into that Yamcha guy, hey, she's still asleep, we can ta-" before Oolong could finish his sentence Jazz crushed the glass cup in his hand and punched a hole into the supply closet. "Eep…" Oolong shivered.

Holding his non-bleeding hand to the bridge of his nose, Jazz continued, "we'll take turns keeping watch, I'll go first, and you'll sleep in the kitchen. Then you keep watch, and I'll sleep on top of the staircase." Oolong nodded quickly and ran to get a sleeping bag.

The morning came quickly for Bulma and Goku. Goku went to a tired-looking Oolong, who growled that he didn't get enough sleep due to Yamcha.

"Ooh, that hot guy?! Why didn't you wake me? I'd have gotten a welcome for him!" Oolong grumbled at Bulma's statement, then shrunk slightly at Jazz's glare. "Anyways," Bulma continued, oblivious to Oolong's plight, "did you guys wash and dry my clothes?"

Jazz wordlessly handed Bulma her clothes, dry and pressed.

"Where'd you get the time to do that?!" Oolong muttered.

"I wasn't busy talking about girls or dragon balls." Jazz replied.

Oolong glowered, "you're really just a slave to her aren't you, don't you know she's got her finger wrapped around you?!" He shouted at Jazz.

"Oh please." Bulma hugged Jazz, "he's just being a good little bro."

"Little Bro? Are you brother and sister?" Goku asked as Oolong started the car.

Bulma plopped down and began to do her makeup, and Jazz shook his head silently, prepping himself.

"Giieeeh!" Oolong squealed, "Yamcha's here!"

Bulma pressed against a window in excitement… only to get knocked out when Yamcha launched a bazooka at them.

"Yamcha again!?" Goku got annoyed, stepping out of the car to attack the bandit.

The fight this time around was even shorter than the last one. Goku matched Yamcha blow for blow, and even fully countered the Wolf Fang Fist, knocking back Yamcha with a single shot to the face, chipping the latter's tooth.

"You! You won't get away with this!" Yamcha fled with Puar, only to return 30 minutes later with a car capsule.

"...This has got to be a trap," Oolong muttered, inspecting the car.

"Maybe he's a good guy!" Goku looked happy, "let's trust him!"

"Goku, you naive little boy, come on, back me up Jazz." Oolong looked over at Jasper, who walked into the car silently and seated Bulma in.

"...What?" Jazz said, "we need a car, don't we?"

"What if it's a trap?"

"Then we'll deal with it as it comes." Jazz flashed a breezy smile.

Goku grinned back, hopping into the passenger seat. Oolong grumbled and got into the driver's seat, following the radar to FryPan mountain.

During the drive, Jazz felt someone tap him. He opened an eye to see Goku tap his shoulder.

"...Are you okay?" Goku asked with some concern.

"...Yeah?" Jazz was somewhat confused by Goku's concern, when he had woken up, the swelling and bleeding had stopped, and by the time Yamcha attacked them, the bruises had begun to quickly fade. "I'm fine Goku."

"...Sorry, I may have gone too far."

"Not at all!" Jazz replied vehemently, his voice waking up Bulma. "I asked for the sparring match, and I knew my limits. If you had held back, rather, I'd be mad at myself."

"Still," Goku smiled, "you were the most fun fight I had in a long time, you're really strong, not even that Yamcha guy is any good."

Jazz made a weird face, "thanks… it's… an honor, being compared to him…"

"So!" Goku began, "wanna spar again?"

"Sure, maybe after we get the dragon balls, and before we summon Shenlong."

"Okay!"

Bulma awoke fully and gushed again about how generous Yamcha was for giving them the car. She talked on and on for hours until they reached the territory of FryPan Mountain.

"Uwaah... . why's it so hot?!" The entire group began to perspire, even after Oolong activated the air conditioning.

"It's cause it's called 'FryPan Mountain', not 'Cold Wonderland Mountain' Oolong rolled his eyes in annoyance. You know, for someone who's supposedly smart enough to make a fancy radar for catching magic orbs, you don't know your history."

Jazz blocked Bulma from unleashing a tirade of whistles, "enlighten us then."

"Hmph, Frypan Mountain was a nice place to live once, but then one day, fire rained down from the sky, and it's been hot ever since. Not even The Ox-King can come inside anymore."

"What?" Bulma scoffed, "no way, that's not scientific at all!" She rolled her eyes.

"We're literally about to come across it…" Oolong muttered.

Oolong was proven right when they came across a thousand-foot-tall mountain of flame, with only a tiny portion of the very top of the hill exposed for eyes to see.

Bulma turned to look at Oolong, "So who's this Ox-King guy anyway?"

"Don't you know? He's a strong guy! People call him the demon lord! Anyone who enters FryPan Mountain trying to steal his treasure ends up dead!" Oolong pointed to the castle peaking from the top of the mountain. "Do you see that! That castle is full of all the treasures he's amassed over his lifetime!"

"Oh, the dragon ball must be inside there then…" Bulma sighed.

"How do you know all this stuff?" Goku asked.

"I learned it in school! It's in textbooks and stuff!"

"Well whatever, we gotta get inside, so any ideas?"

"You still wanna get inside?!" Oolong groaned, "Are you crazy? If the flames are enough, what if the Ox-King wanted your head?! Goku and Jazz seem like tough guys, but they're nothing to someone like the Ox-King!"

"You're being a baby." Bulma shook her head. "Anyways, do you have anything cooler?" She groaned, "it's too freaking hot." Oolong responded by backing the vehicle out rapidly.

"Ah! He's running away again!" Goku cried out.

"You guys are crazy, I'm leaving!" But before Oolong could get even 20 feet away, a chorus of whistles assailed his ears and disturbed his bowels. "AAARGH!" He held his butt, running into a bunch of bushes and screaming in pain, Bulma continued whistling. "WAIT! PLEASE! I GET IT! I'LL GO!"

As they waited for Oolong to finish relieving himself, Jazz took out a necklace. On it was a single capsule.

Bulma turned to look. "You have a capsule?! What is it?!" She turned to observe, "Oh, it's a small-sized capsule? What's it for? It's too small to be a car, a house, or anything useful for travel."

Jazz shook his head, "I predicted we'd come across this situation."

"Oh, because of your… disposition." Bulma began sarcastically.

"Huh?" Goku turned to look at Bulma.

"Yeah, this kid says he comes from a different world and knows the future." Bulma chuckled, "Jazz has great intuition, and the lie detector said he wasn't lying, but it's still sorta unbelievable."

Oolong spit on the ground. "That doesn't really matter right now, does being able to see the future prepare you for something like that!" He pointed to the burning mountain. Jazz replied by tossing the capsule to the ground, revealing a 300-gallon tub of gel. "LUBE?!" Oolong spat in disgust, "and you call me a pervert?!"

"You're an idiot Oolong!" Bulma scoffed, "can't you read?!" She pointed at the label, "it's Fire-Retardant Gel!" She smirked at Jazz, "that's a smart idea! This stuff is both heat-insulating and fireproof, but it's only really good for 30 or so minutes." She watched as Jazz shed his clothes down to his underwear.

"Goku, can you fly up there?" Jazz asked.

"Okay!" but before Goku could hear the rest of Jazz's reply, he already flew up towards the mountain.

"Maybe Goku doesn't even need the gel," Bulma suggested, "I mean, he's bulletproof." Her hopes were quickly dashed as she saw Goku's erratic movements, but as he was returning, Jazz grabbed his long sword and unsheathed it to swing at an ax that came flying in.

'H-Heavy!' He thought, as he barely pushed the attack back. Facing them down was the Ox-King, a massive man, bear of a man of over 10 feet tall. He wore a helmet with menacing-looking goggles, decorated with bull horns. Bulma and Oolong trembled as the man approached them.

"Hmm… are you here for my treasure?!" The man shouted angrily.

"Y-your the O-O…." Bulma trailed off in fear, Oolong wasn't any better either.

"Are you here for the treasure?!" He roared out again. Jazz got into a martial stance as a response, and Bulma and Oolong hid behind him.

"N-no! We're just passing through…" Bulma muttered.

"Hey, Bulma! I couldn't get into the castle to steal the dragon ball treasure! It's too hot!" Goku called out.

Bulma blanched in fear. "Dammit!"

Goku turned to look at the Ox-King, "who's this old guy?"

Instead of responding with rage, the Ox-King asked, "h-hey! Kid! Where'd you get that cloud?! Could it be the Kintoun?! Who gave it to you?!"

Goku tapped the cloud, "I got it from an old man, I think… Kame Sennin? Muten Roshi?"

"The legendary Turtle Hermit?!" The Ox-King shouted, "do you know where he is?!"

Goku nodded, which caused the Ox-King to burst into celebration. "Hooray! I can return to my castle! Finally!"

He then noticed the bo staff on Goku's back and connected the fact that Goku was related to Son Gohan.

"Oh my goodness, the Scourge of the North is being all chummy with Goku…" Oolong groaned in disbelief.

"Hey! Old man!" Goku asked, "if we help you, can you give us the dragon ball?" Goku took out the 4-star ball as an example."

The old Ox-King looked at the ball, "Oh yeah! I've seen that in my treasure vault, sure! You bring Master Roshi here? And I'll give you the dragon ball!" Bulma cheered. "Oh, but…" he took out a picture of a little girl with long black hair. "I sent my daughter to find Roshi and the magic fan he may have, could you find her to take her with you?"

Goku nodded, "alright!"

"Oi, wait!" Jazz asked, "What if Roshi doesn't have the fan?"

"What?!" The Ox-King seemed furious at the suggestion. "How dare you! Are you insulting the master?!"

Bulma smacked Jazz in the head. "N-not at all! Right Jazz?!" She turned to glare at him.

"I still want to try my plan while we wait." He turned to Ox-King. "It might be helpful to know the source of the fire, we could maybe stop it?"

Ox-King nodded, "you're right…" He sighed, "I hired a wizard a few years ago to set fire to the mountain to protect it from thieves, but unfortunately the flames are too hot for me to get back up."

"Is there a source to the fire?" Jazz beckoned Goku over, who floated by with the Kintoun.

"No…" The Ox-King shook his head sadly.

"Oh, okay, then…" Jazz turned to the Ox-King.

"Is there a way to gather the treasures quickly?"

"Are you after my treasures?!" The Ox-King growled.

"Not at all, rather," Jazz began, "I'd like to know where the wizard lives, and I think I should be able to help gather up the treasure for you before Master Roshi returns."

"Hmmm…." The Ox-King looked convinced.

Jazz smiled and finished laying on the second coating of the gel over his bare skin. After putting on the gel, Jazz applied it to his clothes, inside and out, the entire thing felt sort of slimy but also not slimy, but it was definately going to be of help. "Hey, Goku, can I get on that Kintoun?"

"You need to be pure of heart," Goku said.

"Hmm…" Jazz's face twisted, "I'm probably not." He tried stepping on it, but it didn't work, as he expected. "Can you grab me by the jacket and lift me to the top of the mountain? When you're 10 feet from the top, you can drop me. Then go find Chi-Chi." The group took a little more convincing, but eventually, the Ox-King mentioned that he had a bag capable of collecting all his treasure inside the storeroom whenever he needed to move.

And so the plan commenced.

…

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Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 15 (and 3 months), physical appearance: 15

Hair color: Brown

Skin color: white (slight tan)

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish decent), Quarter Aisian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 7inches | 170 centimeters

Weight: 154 lbs | 69.8 kilograms (wearing additional weights adding up to a total of 60 pounds, or 27.2 kilograms)

Skills: Decent Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age, basic martial arts skills,below average ki control, decent pain tolerance, trap building, basic weapons mastery, basic boxing, basic mma, street fighting skills

Powerlevel: 13 (injured from spar with Goku, has not fully recovered)

…

Afterword:

Time to split the party and head off in different missions. Jazz remembers that Roshi destroys the mountain overdoing the kamehameha, so he's going to rush in and try to grab the treasure before the mountain gets blown up. If anyone is confused about the sword, I think I mentioned that Jazz has a bo staff, a bow and arrows, two daggers, and a long sword, so he's ready for a fight whenever needed…. Foreshadowing?! MAYBE?!

Anyways, thanks for enjoying this Chapter.