Let's Get Married!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Krillin, Yamcha, and the girl nearly choked on that question, almost keeling over on the spot!

"You idiot! Taking a wife means getting married!" Krillin scrambled up from the ground, shouting in frustration, "When did you ever sneak off and make a promise like that with such a pretty and cute girl behind our backs? How sneaky! Only thinking of yourself! Look now—Yamcha's got Bulma, even Broly's walking with Launch! That leaves me still single!"

The more Krillin spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, his bald head seeming to dim a little under the sunlight.

You're all paired up now...

And I'm still a proud single dog... The heavens are unfair!

"Taking a wife means two people become husband and wife, living together from then on, forming a family." Yamcha held back a laugh as he explained in detail, "Goku, when you made that promise with her back then, did you not know what it meant?"

"Live together?" Son Goku was startled by this explanation, pointing at the girl on the ring with a panicked look, "With you? Did I... did I really say something like that? Who are you, anyway? Please, just tell me! Stop playing riddles!"

"Hmph, no way!" The girl pouted stubbornly when she saw Goku still hadn't fully remembered, hands on her hips, "This is a promise between us! You have to beat me fair and square before I tell you my name! That's the rule!"

"Really? I just have to beat you?" Goku sighed in relief, a relaxed smile returning to his face as he patted his chest and grinned, "I thought I'd really have to spend my whole life with someone whose name I don't even know—that'd be terrifying!"

"You think you can beat me? Don't underestimate me," the girl assumed the Turtle School starting stance, a confident smile on her face, "I'm not that easy to lose to!"

"How interesting. Is Goku's brain really that bad? How hasn't he figured out who that girl is yet?" Oolong seemed to have already recognized her, grinning with his pig snout like he was enjoying the show.

"Do you know, Oolong? Who is she?" Bulma's curiosity was piqued, and she quickly turned to ask him.

"You're so slow, Bulma! And Puar, Broly, and Master Roshi—you've all seen her before!" Oolong smiled, deliberately dragging it out.

"Ah, I remember!" Broly's eyes lit up, and with Oolong's hint, an image in his mind finally sharpened as he pointed at the girl on the ring, "She's that... little girl who once swung an axe, trying to split that old man's head open."

Master Roshi shuddered involuntarily, instinctively raising a hand to rub the top of his head, as if he could still feel the icy chill of that axe blade from years ago, a look of lingering fear on his old face.

"Who? Who is it already?" Bulma watched everyone's expressions of realization while she was still completely in the dark, stomping her foot in frustration.

Just then, Son Goku on the ring was ready.

"I'm coming at you! You ready?" Goku called out, his focus sharpening.

"Bring it on!" Chi-Chi nodded, fully alert and braced.

"Boom!"

Goku didn't close in for a grapple; instead, he casually punched the air toward Chi-Chi!

That punch wasn't aimed directly at her body, but instantly compressed the air in front of him, forming a condensed, powerful invisible pressure!

The pressure shot out like a cannonball, slamming into Chi-Chi's chest!

"Ah!"

Chi-Chi felt an overwhelming force she couldn't resist, cried out, and her body flew backward uncontrollably, like a kite with a snapped string, sailing clear off the ring and landing solidly on the ground outside.

"Oh no! I used too much force!" Goku realized his mistake, shouting in dismay, a look of regret on his face.

"Out of bounds! Son Goku wins!" The Referee immediately checked, confirmed Chi-Chi had landed outside, and raised his arm to announce the result loudly.

"Hey, are you okay? Not hurt?" Goku rushed to the edge of the ring, crouched down, and called out to Chi-Chi with concern.

This scene was also clearly observed by Piccolo, hidden in the shadows high on the arena wall.

Piccolo narrowed his crimson eyes, a flicker of unease and seriousness passing through them.

Striking from a distance, creating an impact...

That move looks a lot like the way we Demon Clan use ki...

What's the deal with this guy named Son Goku?

I recall in my father's memories, he gave this guy a thorough beating—seemed like he killed him.

"Goku, I never thought... I never thought your skills would become this great..." Chi-Chi had already stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes. Aside from looking a bit disheveled, she seemed unharmed. She lifted her flushed face, her eyes not showing frustration but rather a hint of shyness and admiration as she looked at Goku on the ring and said softly, "Only... only a man like that... is worthy of being my husband... Fine, I'll tell you who I am. I'm the Ox-King's daughter—Chi-Chi."

"Chi-Chi!" Goku's pupils contracted sharply at the name, as if a lightning bolt had cut through the fog of his memory, snapping him back to reality. Images of Flame Mountain, Ox-King, and that little girl chasing Master Roshi with an axe flooded his mind! He couldn't help but confirm again, "You're Chi-Chi? Ox-King's daughter?"

Chi-Chi watched Goku's look of sudden realization and finally nodded gently, a relieved smile spreading across her face.

"Taking a wife..." Goku finally clearly recalled the words that little girl had said to him years ago outside Flame Mountain Castle.

"When we grow up, you marry me."

"Marry you?"

"Stop it! Playing dumb!"

"I don't get it, but I promise."

"Yeah... I did say something like that." Goku nodded firmly, a candid smile on his face.

"You finally... finally remember." Chi-Chi let out a long sigh of relief, patting her heaving chest.

Goku, however, looked up at the sky, a helpless yet amused expression on his face.

Back then... I thought "taking a wife" meant taking some tasty food...

Well, since I promised her then, a real man keeps his word.

With that thought, Goku didn't hesitate. He walked up to Chi-Chi, looked at her flushed face, and said very directly, "Then let's get married."

"Mm." Chi-Chi's face reddened even more, like a ripe apple, and she lowered her head, replying in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, a smile of happiness and sweetness she couldn't hide spreading across her face.