You Won't Have a Good Ending!

"Don't say that, Broly." Bulma giggled, her eyes darting around as if she'd thought of a great idea. She quietly pulled a brightly colored feather cat toy from her small bag, then tiptoed up to the tip of Blonde Launch's nose as she looked up, gently wiggling it while speaking in an apologetic tone, "Sorry about this, Miss Launch!"

"Ah--choo!"

The ticklish sensation of the feather brushing her nose caught Launch completely off guard, and she let out a loud sneeze on the spot!

"Pop!"

In an instant, Launch's appearance underwent a dramatic transformation!

Her smooth blue hair, as if dyed by golden pigment, instantly turned into a dazzling, eye-catching gold!

Her gaze shifted from gentle as water to sharp and fierce, her entire demeanor changing from a sweet girl to a delinquent punk!

After turning blonde, Launch instinctively twisted her head and shot an angry glare at Broly standing nearby, letting out a heavy snort from her nose to express her displeasure.

Broly just glanced at her, then went back to searching for grilled sausages, completely ignoring her.

In Broly's simple understanding, the blonde Launch—who couldn't cook and had a bad temper—was far less cute than the blue-haired Launch who made good food.

"Miss Launch, we're going to watch the match, but it's too crowded up front," Bulma said to the transformed blonde Launch, pressing her palms together and putting on an adorable pleading expression. "Please!"

"Leave it to me!" The blonde Launch's sharp eyes immediately lit up with excitement and eagerness at Bulma's request. She patted her chest, full of energy.

With that, Launch casually pulled a red Hoi-Poi Capsule from the pocket of her tight pants and pressed the button with a stylish flick!

"Pop!"

With a soft sound and a puff of white smoke, the capsule instantly transformed into two sleek, black, metallic submachine guns, landing precisely in Launch's open hands!

Launch expertly pulled back the bolt, producing a crisp "click" as it chambered a round.

"Everyone move aside! Get lost if you don't wanna die! This spot's been claimed by yours truly!" The blonde Launch wore a fierce, wild grin as she raised both submachine guns and unleashed a "rat-a-tat-tat" barrage into the clear blue sky!

The piercing gunfire shattered the noise in front of the Martial Arts Temple, hot shell casings clattering to the ground.

The spectators, packed like sardines, had never seen anything like this?

Terrified out of their wits, they let out panicked screams and, like a disturbed ant colony, scrambled and crawled away in all directions, fleeing in utter chaos.

The once-crowded area was instantly cleared out, leaving several prime viewing spots.

Broly and the others leisurely stepped forward, firmly claiming this VIP viewing zone.

Broly now had two grilled sausages in his hands.

Master Roshi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

You bought those sausages way too fast, didn't you?

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience!" On the ring, the referee announced in a loud, passionate voice, "The 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament official matches begin now!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

"First match: the self-proclaimed world's greatest assassin, Mercenary Tao, versus the previous champion—Tien Shinhan!" The referee announced again, fueling the crowd's anticipation. "Please, both fighters, step up!"

As the words fell, Tien Shinhan and the cyborg Mercenary Tao steadily ascended the clean ring from opposite sides.

Tien's expression was cold and stern, his three eyes locked onto his opponent, while Tao wore a mechanical, icy killing intent, a cruel smirk curling at his lips.

The match itself held little suspense.

Though Tao unleashed his signature Dodon Ray and every vicious, lethal technique he had, each strike aimed to kill, they all seemed futile and clumsy against Tien, whose strength had long since surpassed his own.

Tien, with overwhelming power and superior martial arts, easily neutralized every attack. Finally, seizing an opening, he landed a heavy punch that knocked Tao unconscious, securing a clean victory.

After the referee announced the result, Tien expressionlessly walked over and, like hoisting a sack of cement, slung the unconscious Tao over his broad shoulders.

Tien scanned the audience, searching for Master Shen, intending to return his fellow disciple to him.

But after looking around, Tien couldn't find Master Shen anywhere and furrowed his brow.

"Master Roshi." Tien approached the old master, puzzled. "Where's Master Shen? Didn't he swear he'd be here watching the match, seeing me get beaten by Tao?"

"Over there..." Master Roshi's face twisted into an extremely complicated, hesitant expression. He raised a finger and cautiously pointed toward a spot not far away, still reeking of a strange odor, with a small pit in the ground.

"What happened?" Tien noticed Master Roshi's odd look and felt a foreboding dread, pressing for an answer.

"Nothing major," Master Roshi sighed helplessly, shaking his head as if reluctant to recall. "He just went and picked a fight with Broly, and then... Broly pinned him down and gave him a thorough beating. Beat the crap right out of him."

Tien: "..."

Tien's mouth twitched violently. He shot a complicated glance at Broly, who was sitting nearby, somehow having found a bag of potato chips and munching away with a loud crunch.

Tien was speechless. He quickly hoisted Tao and hurried toward the direction Master Roshi had pointed.

You could've picked anyone to provoke, so why did you have to go after that monster!

When Tien saw Master Shen—tattered clothes, Black and Blue, sprawled helplessly in filth, reeking and unable to move—he felt a chill run down his spine, utterly at a loss for words.

That's brutal!

It was ten times worse than Tien had imagined!

"Master Shen..." Tien suppressed the nauseating stench and carefully set the still-unconscious Tao down beside Master Shen, letting the pair of miserable brothers lie neatly together.

Then, taking a deep breath, Tien said in a complex tone, "You... take Tao and leave! Don't... don't ever show up in front of us again, please!"

"You ungrateful brat!" Master Shen trembled with rage, grinding his teeth with all his might, his voice hoarse. "You... you could at least take us to the hospital first! Are we supposed to crawl back?!"

"Sorry, but I still have to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament!" Tien gritted his teeth, a flash of resolve crossing his face. He left those words behind, as if severing some past connection. "This... this is also payback for you hurting Chiaotzu before! We're even now!"

With that, Tien turned and strode resolutely toward the arena, his back firm and unwavering.

"You... you bastard! You'll get what's coming to you!" Master Shen's face was pale as paper, watching Tien's retreating figure with an expression of utter bitterness, spitting out the most venomous curses in a powerless rage.