Krillin! Tell Me, What Does It Mean to Take a Wife?

"That last match was incredible! Thanks to Tien Shinhan and Mercenary Tao for giving us such an intense showdown! Now, let's move on to the second match! We hope all the spectators will enjoy it!" The referee's energetic voice rang out across the arena again. "In the second match, we have last tournament's runner-up, Son Goku, facing an anonymous female contestant! She doesn't want to reveal her name, so the tournament can only introduce her this way. Now, let's welcome both contestants to the ring!"

Son Goku and a female contestant with her hair tied in a ponytail stepped into the arena from opposite sides.

Son Goku wore his usual look of carefree curiosity.

The female contestant, meanwhile, looked thoroughly displeased. Her lips were pursed into a deep pout, and she glared at Son Goku with unmistakable anger.

"Why are you always so huffy? Did I do something to offend you?" Son Goku looked at the girl's furious expression, completely baffled. Scratching his head, he asked her honestly.

"You'd better ask yourself!" The female contestant gave a cold snort and turned her head away, seeming even angrier.

"I still don't get it!" Son Goku was even more confused. He searched his memory as hard as he could, but came up with nothing. "Have we met before? Are you mistaking me for someone else?"

"I'm not mistaken!" The female contestant whipped her head back around and glared at Son Goku, puffing out her cheeks. She confirmed each word emphatically: "You! You're Son Goku, right?"

"Who is that girl, anyway? She seems to have a real problem with Goku," Yamcha muttered as he watched the scene in the arena.

"This makes no sense! When did Goku ever do anything to a girl like that?" Krillin was just as puzzled, stroking his smooth chin as he pondered.

"What are they mumbling about? They seem like they know each other," Blonde Launch said, folding her arms and watching with keen interest.

"They seem to know each other." Broly stopped chewing his chips, an unusually thoughtful expression on his face as he scrutinized the female contestant in the ring. After a moment, he murmured, "That girl... looks kind of familiar. I feel like I've seen her somewhere."

"Hmph!" Blonde Launch heard that Broly had finally spoken to her of his own accord. Even though he was talking about another girl, she seized on the important part and broke into an excited grin. "You finally agreed to talk to me! Wonderful! I've won this three-year cold war! Hahaha!"

Broly: "..."

Broly stared blankly at Blonde Launch, who had suddenly become so excited, and froze for a brief moment.

Then, as if he had thought of a brilliant solution, Broly calmly picked up a pepper-flavored chip and swiftly held it beneath Blonde Launch's nose.

"Ah—choo!"

A powerful, pungent smell rushed into her nostrils. Caught completely off guard, Blonde Launch let out an incredibly loud sneeze!

"Pop!"

In an instant, Launch's dazzling golden hair turned back to its soft blue, as if it had just been washed clean!

The ferocity and sharpness in her eyes receded like the tide, and her gaze softened once more.

Her whole demeanor shifted seamlessly from a delinquent tough girl to a gentle young woman.

But after turning back into the blue-haired girl, Launch's cheeks immediately flushed a tender red. She naturally and affectionately slipped her arm around Broly's sturdy one and rested her head lightly on his shoulder, looking as happy and devoted as a little bird.

Only then did Broly feel that the air around him had become fresh and pleasant again. He nodded with satisfaction and went back to crunching on his chips.

He preferred this gentle Launch, who knew how to cook.

Master Roshi had grown accustomed to Broly's antics and could only shake his head helplessly.

Bulma, Yamcha, Krillin, and the others, however, stared at each other, stunned by the pair's bizarre yet harmonious way of getting along. They had plenty of thoughts to voice, but no idea where to begin.

By then, the second match in the arena had officially begun.

"Hmph!" The anonymous female contestant was clearly still angry. With a sharp cry, she pushed off the ground and shot toward Son Goku, launching a fierce attack!

Her punches and kicks whipped up the wind, and her moves were sharp and precise. She was clearly no novice.

Son Goku relied on his extraordinary reflexes and nimble footwork to dodge her attacks with leisurely ease. As he evaded her, he kept doggedly asking, "Hey, wait a second! Where have I met you before? Can you give me a hint?"

"We have!" the girl squeezed out between gritted teeth, still huffily attacking.

"When did we meet? Where?" Son Goku had latched onto a clue and hurriedly pressed her for answers.

"You're driving me crazy! You've forgotten everything, every last bit of it! That's just awful!" Seeing that Son Goku truly had no idea who she was, the girl grew angrier by the second. Her attacks grew even fiercer as she chased him all around the ring, beating at him as if he were her sworn enemy. "You don't understand a girl's heart at all! Do you know what these past three years have been like for me? I've been looking forward to this day the whole time!"

"What is it? Can you explain it more clearly?" Her incoherent words left Son Goku even more bewildered, like a headless fly.

The other spectators craned their necks and strained to listen, curious about what the mysterious female contestant was trying to say.

"You forgot what we promised!" After failing to land a single attack, the female contestant stamped her foot in frustration and cried out.

"What did I promise you?" Son Goku stopped and stood where he was, staring at her with an innocent, bewildered expression.

"How strange..." Master Roshi watched the female contestant's fighting stance and technique, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "Her fighting skills—her footwork and the rhythm of her punches—are very similar to the basics of our Turtle School... though she mixes in some other styles."

"What exactly did we promise? Please tell me! I'm going crazy!" Son Goku clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture.

"We promised!" The girl drew a deep breath, as if summoning every last bit of her strength. Then, to Son Goku and the entire audience, she shouted clearly and loudly, "You would take me as your wife!"

"Huh?!"

Her words crashed like a boulder into a peaceful lake!

Master Roshi, Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha, and the others all widened their eyes, their jaws nearly hitting the floor!

Even Broly, who had been eating the whole time, stopped and looked over curiously.

Krillin and Yamcha were so shocked that they leaped to their feet, disbelief written all over their faces.

Son Goku, however, fell silent, furrowing his brow as if he were trying to dig up some forgotten memory from the depths of his mind.

"Hmph. You're finally starting to remember, aren't you?" Seeing Son Goku fall silent, the girl thought he had finally recalled something. She snorted, her tone softening a little.

But in the next moment, Son Goku suddenly turned toward Krillin backstage and asked loudly, with utter seriousness and burning curiosity, "Krillin! Tell me, what does it mean to take a wife?"