Broly, We Should Get Married Too

"Ladies and gentlemen! I have some wonderful news to share!" The referee knew how to work a crowd. He immediately picked up the microphone and announced excitedly, "After the match between Son Goku and the anonymous female contestant—Miss Chi-Chi—the two recognized each other and decided to honor their childhood promise! They're getting married! Let's give the happy couple a warm round of applause!"

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

The entire martial arts tournament had reached a strange new high point, filled with a festive atmosphere.

Broly, Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma, Master Roshi, and the others stared at this sudden, unexpected turn of events, all looking utterly bewildered. They felt as if their minds couldn't process so much information at once.

They were... getting married just like that?

Because of a promise they'd made as children, when they didn't know any better?

"Broly..."

Just then, the blue-haired Launch, nestled against Broly, was swept up in the romantic atmosphere too. She lifted her still-flushed face and asked gently, her voice even softer and full of anticipation, "Look... Goku and Chi-Chi are getting married... Should we... should we get married too?"

"Sure." Broly nodded without the slightest hesitation and readily agreed.

"Really? You... you'll marry me?" Launch felt as if happiness had arrived too suddenly. Overwhelming joy washed over her, and tears of excitement glimmered in her blue eyes.

Had all those years of quiet devotion and waiting finally paid off?

"You're such a good cook," Broly said, looking at Launch and offering his reason with complete seriousness. "Who else would I marry? That blonde version of you who can't cook and is always throwing tantrums and smashing things?"

Launch: "..."

Why did it feel like the main reason he'd decided to marry her was that she cooked well, rather than that she was pretty or gentle?

She was happy he appreciated her cooking, but something about it still felt a little off...

Besides, that blonde version he'd mentioned was her too!

"You two... are already talking about getting married?" Bulma quietly wiped the sweat beading on her forehead. The shocks she'd suffered today just kept coming.

"Mm." Broly nodded again, confirming it.

"But..." Bulma glanced at Broly, then at the blissful blue-haired Launch, and couldn't help raising a very practical question. "Aren't you still giving Blonde Launch the cold shoulder? How... how does that work?"

"I'm marrying the blue-haired Launch," Broly explained, his logic clear and his tone utterly convinced. "I'm not marrying the blonde-haired one. As far as I'm concerned, they count as two different people."

Bulma: "..."

Master Roshi: "..."

Oolong: "..."

After hearing Broly's argument, they were all left speechless. They felt as if their intelligence and worldview had been challenged all over again.

Could you really treat a girlfriend with this kind of split personality as two separate people?

Yet an even more delicate question, one that invited all sorts of speculation, involuntarily surfaced in the minds of Master Roshi, Bulma, and Oolong. Their thoughts took a decidedly suggestive turn, and their expressions grew strange.

What if, during married life... Launch suddenly sneezed and switched personalities?

Would they keep going?

Or... keep going?

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

The question was too philosophical, and they didn't dare think it through any further.

Son Goku let Chi-Chi lean against him as he slowly headed toward the backstage passage amid the crowd's blessings and curious stares.

As he passed Krillin, who was about to enter the ring, Son Goku stopped. His relaxed smile faded, replaced by a rare solemn expression.

Then Son Goku gave Krillin's shoulder a firm pat, leaned closer, and warned him in a low, serious voice, "Krillin, be careful! Your opponent... is no ordinary fighter! Don't let your guard down!"

Krillin was taken aback by Son Goku's sudden seriousness. He looked at the blissful Chi-Chi beside him, then at Son Goku's grave expression. Though he was a little puzzled, he quickly nodded and clenched his fist. "Got it, Goku! I'll be careful!"

"Would the audience please remain quiet? We're about to begin today's thrilling third match!" The referee stood in the center of the ring with the microphone in hand, his voice ringing out as he drew everyone's attention back to the arena. "The third match will be Krillin versus Maginia! Will the two contestants please enter the ring?"

"Go, Krillin!" Yamcha pumped his fist and shouted encouragement.

Krillin took a deep breath, pushed down a trace of unease, stretched his arms and legs, and loosened up his joints. Then, with a determined stride, he stepped onto the ring's smooth, hard surface.

At that moment, Krillin could feel the unpleasantly cold aura coming from the green-skinned man across from him, whose head was wrapped in a turban.

Piccolo, competing under the alias Maginia, folded his arms and descended lightly from the air with an air of utter arrogance, landing precisely opposite Krillin.

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

What a show-off! Think you're so great just because you can fly? Krillin silently grumbled, his little face full of defiance as he felt the other man's infuriating gaze.

"Small fry!" Piccolo's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice laced with bone-chilling hostility. He couldn't even be bothered to take a fighting stance, merely lifting his chin carelessly. "You can attack me whenever you like!"

"Small fry?" Krillin was thoroughly provoked. He sneered and shot back, "You're the one hiding your face, some nobody! Fine, I won't hold back!"

At the entrance to the backstage passage, Son Goku, Yamcha, and Tien Shinhan, who had just finished his match, gathered together and watched the ring through a gap in the curtain, their expressions grave.

"That fellow called Maginia... is definitely no ordinary opponent." Master Roshi adjusted his glasses, his brows knitted as he pondered the matter.

"Old man, don't you think... he looks a lot like King Piccolo?" Broly had somehow gotten himself a cup of milk tea. He took a long sip through the straw, rubbed his chin, and looked at Piccolo in the ring as he spoke in his usual casual, unhurried tone.

"Are you joking, Broly?" Master Roshi jolted and whipped around to look at Broly, his old face filled with alarm and disbelief. "King Piccolo didn't you—uh, we all saw him explode three years ago! He was completely dead!"

"It's fine!" Broly calmly took another sip of his milk tea. "If he's not completely dead, I'll just beat him up again and kill him. Simple."

Master Roshi: "..."