Broly, We Should Get Married Too

"Ladies and gentlemen! I have a huge piece of good news to report!" The Referee, quick to seize the moment, grabbed the microphone and announced in an excited voice to the entire venue, "Contestant Son Goku and the anonymous female contestant, Miss Chi-Chi, have recognized each other after their match and decided to fulfill a childhood promise! They're getting married! Let's give this new couple a warm round of applause!"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then erupted into even louder, longer applause and cheers.

The atmosphere of the entire martial arts tournament reached a strange peak, filled with a festive mood.

Meanwhile, Broly, Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma, Master Roshi, and the others stared at this sudden plot twist, all wearing expressions of utter bewilderment, as if their brains couldn't process such dense information.

So they're... getting married?

Over a childish promise from back in the day?

"Broly..."

Just then, Blonde Launch, nestled against Broly, was also infected by the romantic atmosphere. She lifted her still-flushed face and asked in an even gentler, infinitely hopeful voice, "Look... Goku and Chi-Chi are getting married... Should we... should we get married too?"

"Sure." Broly nodded without a second thought, agreeing very straightforwardly.

"Really? You... you'll marry me?" Launch felt happiness coming too suddenly, overwhelming joy flooding her as tears of emotion glistened in her blue eyes.

After all these years of silent dedication and waiting, was it finally paying off?

"Your cooking's this good," Broly said, looking at Launch with a dead-serious expression, his face utterly earnest, "If I don't marry you, who else would I marry? Would I marry that blonde version of you who can't cook and always throws tantrums and breaks things?"

Launch: "..."

Why do I feel like... the main reason you're marrying me is because my cooking's good, not because I'm pretty or have a gentle personality?

I'm happy my cooking's recognized, but something feels off...

And that blonde version is still me!

"You two... are already discussing marriage?" Bulma overheard their conversation and quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling like today's shocks just kept coming.

"Yeah." Broly nodded again, confirming the fact.

"The thing is..." Bulma glanced at Broly, then at the blissful Blonde Launch, and couldn't help raising a very practical question, "Aren't you and the blonde Launch still in a cold war? How... how does that work?"

"I'm marrying the blue-haired Launch," Broly explained with clear logic, speaking confidently, "Not the blonde her. To me, they're separate."

Bulma: "..."

Master Roshi: "..."

Oolong: "..."

After hearing Broly's brilliant reasoning, the group was left speechless, feeling like their intelligence and worldview were being challenged again.

Could you really treat a girlfriend with split personalities separately like that?

But then, a more subtle, more thought-provoking question involuntarily popped into the minds of Master Roshi, Bulma, and Oolong, making their thoughts wander a bit and their expressions turn strange.

If... during marital relations, Launch suddenly sneezes and switches personalities...

Would you keep going?

Or... keep going?

Would that count as some form of... uh...

This thought was too philosophical for them to dare dwell on.

Son Goku let Chi-Chi lean on him as he slowly walked toward the backstage passage amid a sea of blessings and curious stares.

Passing by Krillin, who was about to take the stage, Goku stopped. The easy smile on his face faded, replaced by a rare seriousness.

Then Goku firmly patted Krillin on the shoulder, leaned in close, and lowered his voice, speaking with grave caution: "Krillin, be careful! This opponent of yours... is no ordinary guy! Don't let your guard down!"

Krillin was startled by Goku's sudden solemnity. He glanced at the beaming Chi-Chi beside him, then at Goku's serious expression. Though a bit puzzled, he quickly nodded and clenched his fist tightly: "Got it, Goku! I'll be careful!"

"Everyone, please remain quiet! We're about to start today's exciting third match!" At the center of the ring, the Referee announced loudly into the microphone, drawing the crowd's attention back to the arena. "The third match features Contestant Krillin versus Contestant Maginia! Contestants, please take the stage!"

"Go, Krillin!" Yamcha shouted from the side, pumping his fist in encouragement.

Krillin took a deep breath, suppressing a flicker of unease. He stretched his arms and legs, loosened his joints, and then stepped onto the smooth, hard surface of the ring with determined strides.

At that moment, Krillin could feel that the green-skinned, turban-wrapped guy across from him was radiating an unsettling, icy aura.

King Piccolo, going by the alias Maginia, crossed his arms and descended from the air with an arrogant grace, landing precisely opposite Krillin.

Piccolo looked down at the short Krillin with undisguised contempt in his eyes.

"Pretentious jerk! Think just because you can fly you're something special?" Krillin silently grumbled to himself at the infuriating gaze, his small face full of defiance.

"Nobody!" Piccolo curled his lips into a cold smirk, his voice dripping with biting chill. He didn't even bother to assume a fighting stance, just casually tilted his chin. "You can attack me anytime!"

"Nobody?" Krillin was thoroughly provoked. He let out a cold laugh and shot back, "You're the nobody hiding behind a mask! Don't mind if I do!"

At the backstage passage, Goku, Yamcha, and Tien Shinhan, who had just finished his match, gathered together, peering through the curtain gap at the ring with serious expressions.

"That guy named Maginia... is definitely no pushover." Master Roshi adjusted his glasses, frowning as he analyzed.

"Old man, don't you think... he looks a lot like King Piccolo?" Broly had somehow gotten himself a cup of milk tea and was sipping it through a straw with a loud "slurp." He rubbed his chin, looking at Piccolo on the ring, and spoke in his usual casual tone.

"You're joking, right, Broly?" Master Roshi jumped, whipping his head toward Broly with a face full of shock. "King Piccolo was... uh, we saw him explode with our own eyes three years ago! He's dead as a doornail!"

"No problem!" Broly said calmly, taking another sip of his milk tea. "If he's not dead yet, I'll just beat him up again and kill him. Simple."

Master Roshi: "..."