"We thank you, young man. Each and every one of these purses will be returned to their owners, and all of these criminals will stand trial for what they've done, I promise you. You've done a great service to this general area. We've been searching for these guys for weeks, but we just couldn't find them. It's really easy to lose a monkey in a forest, you know." The police detective thanked Kakarot as his officers gathered the half-conscious bandits, including the monkey-man, who Kakarot had been forced to chase through the treetops for a little while.
Kakarot and Bulma had left each and every criminal tied up in front of the warehouse.
"Of course, officer. We're happy to help… And get our stuff back. This guy must've been a real idiot to try stealing from Bulma Briefs!" Bulma boasted proudly, ignoring the fact that it was basically just Kakarot who'd done everything.
"And what about the monkeys?" Kakarot asked, watching as a group of officers walked out of the inside of the warehouse with a group of handbags.
Each monkey was tied up inside a separate handbag, 'ook-ing' confusedly.
"They'll be taken to a zoo. While that man trained them to steal for him-"
"They're not bad monkeys." Kakarot finished for the detective.
"Exactly. They'll be integrated with more of their kind, and they'll be fine… We'll probably make the zoo put up 'Hold Onto Your Wallet' signs just for safety, though." The detective agreed.
Snorting softly, Bulma raised her hand in a goodbye wave. "Well, we'd better be going. Places to see, people to go."
"She's right. Be good to the monkeys! Bye monkeys!"
"AAH AAH AAH AAH!" The monkeys started writhing and screeching, causing Kakarot to recoil a bit.
"Monkeys can be mean…" The Saiyan muttered to himself as he followed Bulma out of the clearing and over to the side of the nearest road, through a few hundred meters of forest that Bulma immediately began complaining about.
"The Dragon Radar, please." Kakarot handed it over without a word, and Bulma activated it by pressing the button.
"Alright, we've got three between the two of us, and I know about… this one here. We can save it for last. It seems to be further away than the others, anyway. So that leaves us with three Dragon Balls to find. This one, this one, and this one here." Bulma explained, looking at the radar.
Two of them were to the northeast, while the final two were to the southwest. The one that Bulma said that she knew the person who had it was the furthest one away, somewhere to the east. Based on what Kakarot knew of the planet's geography, it was, probably, over the ocean.
Maybe?
"This would be a lot easier to read if you used a real map instead of just coordinates, you know." He complained.
"There's a map there!" Bulma defended.
"I meant one with pictures. At least one or two references or something." The boy replied, "I can't tell which of these Dragon Balls is my grandpa without a real map."
Bulma groaned, "Fine, you big baby. I'll mark the numbers down on a map. A paper map, like the caveman you are, Mister 'I can't read coordinates'." She pulled a paper map out of her pocket and started marking down locations with a pen.
After a few seconds, there were five marks down on the map for Kakarot to see exactly where they were.
His eyes widened a bit as he noted the locations in his mind.
The closest Dragon Ball was in the middle of nowhere, slightly to the east of their current location. Kakarot was most interested in that one.
But mainly just because Master Roshi and his Grandpa Gohan had told him about the other two places that they were considering.
There was his grandpa's Dragon Ball on Mt. Paoz. That was pretty close. Then the one in the middle of the ocean to the far east, and finally the last Dragon Ball on a mountain that Master Roshi had mentioned offhandedly.
Frypan Mountain. Apparently, it was where one of Roshi's former pupils, a man by the name of Ox, lived. Roshi didn't keep in touch with the guy nowadays, but he'd assured Kakarot that Ox was far and away stronger than normal people.
In Kakarot's mind, there were two possible paths. Either they traveled the long journey to the southwest to Frypan Mountain to get the Dragon Ball from Ox, who Kakarot was almost certain had it, then back up northeast to pick up the rest one-by-one, starting with Grandpa Gohan and going from there.
Or, they could get the close ones first, then take the long journey to Frypan Mountain before coming back northeast for the one on the water.
Both routes had their merits and disadvantages. Since he was trying not to fly if he could help it, though, the second route was likely a bit faster.
The duo ended up agreeing to get the close Dragon Balls first. That way, they could grab a boat straight from the beach directly south of Frypan Mountain and skip the land route back to the eastern seas.
So, with that, Bulma pulled a capsule out of her pocket, got on the scooter that came out of it, and Kakarot ran beside it at a leisurely jog, down the road to the mysterious Dragon Ball in the east.