Time always flew by. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Bulma had looked forward to this day every single day. At last, she arrived at the venue.
"You pig, could you stop being so lecherous? You're always staring at other people's butts."
"When was I staring? You're the one who keeps looking at me. Are you thinking about your little brat? Well, I'm not turning into him."
"What did you just call me, you idiot? Want me to teach you a lesson?"
"Hmph. If it weren't for that so-called Chen of yours, you'd have been sent flying by me ages ago."
Oolong had his own reasons for keeping his head down. Sun Wukong was terrifying; he could probably take Oolong out with a single finger now.
If a woman as exceptional as Bulma was infatuated with Sun Wukong, it was no wonder everyone else was, too.
Luckily, Oolong had never dared to anger him. He wouldn't dare do anything to Bulma either. If Son Goten found out, Oolong probably wouldn't live to see another day.
The two kept bickering as they made their way toward the venue.
The first person they saw was Master Roshi, looking as lecherous as ever. This time, though, he was already wearing his Martial Arts Uniform, presenting himself as a powerful Martial Artist. Since his identity had been exposed last time, there was no need to keep it hidden anymore.
"Oh, oh! It's Miss Bulma! You've grown taller, and your figure's even better, too. By the way, where's Chen? I've always thought you two should be together."
"We spent some time building things in a very special place. We built a few houses, but then he had to enter the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament, so we went our separate