Goku, Public Enemy of All

"Exciting... exciting! Too exciting!"

"Tien Shinhan advances to the top eight with overwhelming strength!"

The announcer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, struggling to keep his voice from trembling.

The last match, filled with the screech of tearing metal, had been so shocking that the atmosphere in the arena had grown somewhat oppressive.

"Next up, let's change things up a bit!"

"The second match of the top eight! Facing off against last tournament's runner-up, the highly popular Goku..."

"Er, a mysterious beautiful young lady who didn't leave her name!"

In the rest area below the arena, Goku was stuffing the last piece of sizzling, greasy bone-in meat into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

Hearing his name, he mumbled a vague response.

"Oh! My turn!"

He casually wiped the grease off his hands on his pants, then flipped lightly onto the arena with a nimble somersault.

Sunlight spilled over his signature spiky hair, highlighting his carefree smile, making him look like a neighborhood boy out on a picnic.

But the atmosphere on his opponent's side couldn't have been more different—tense, on the verge of explosion.

The young girl in a blue-and-red cheongsam-style Martial Arts Uniform was staring at Goku with laser focus.

She was tall, with skin as pale as jade, her long black hair fluttering slightly with her anger.

Her face, which should have been gentle and lovely, was now covered in frost.

Her beautiful, large eyes were brimming with aggrieved tears and fury that seemed ready to erupt.

She bit her lower lip hard, her hands clenched tightly at the hem of her clothes, her knuckles white from the strain, her body trembling with sheer rage.

"Hmph!"

She let out a heavy snort and turned her head away, as if even looking at Goku would dirty her eyes.

Goku scratched his head, looking completely baffled as he took two steps closer and ventured a question.

"Uh... hi? Have we really met somewhere before?"

"Why are you so mad? Did I steal your food or something?"

That line was like the last spark hitting a powder keg.

The girl whipped her head around, and tears finally spilled over.

She pointed at Goku, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, full of endless accusation.

"You... you dare ask me why I'm mad? And you're still thinking about food?!"

"You... you big idiot! Heartless jerk! Liar!!"

Her shout blasted through the speakers across the entire venue, even drowning out the sound of the waves.

The audience, still buzzing about the last match, fell silent in an instant.

Tens of thousands of eyes locked onto the arena, burning with the fire of gossip.

"Take this!!"

The girl didn't give Goku a chance to explain. She stomped off the ground, her form darting across the arena like an angry swallow.

She was incredibly fast, her red boots slicing through the air with fierce momentum, heading straight for Goku's face.

"Whoa! Fast!"

Goku was startled and instinctively leaned back.

"Whoosh..."

The kick grazed past the tip of Goku's nose, the wind pressure stinging his cheeks.

Missing her strike, the girl landed and immediately launched a flurry of palm strikes.

Her moves were exquisite—blending the agility of the Turtle School with a bold, sweeping power, her assault relentless like a storm.

Goku dodged left and right like a nimble monkey, shouting as he did.

"Hey hey! Let's talk this out! I haven't even finished my meal yet!"

"Eat, eat, eat! That's all you think about!"

The girl grew even angrier, each strike aimed at his vitals.

"In your heart, am I worth less than a meal?!"

"I've waited for you all these years! Waited for you to come get me! And you've completely forgotten me!"

The audience erupted, public opinion instantly turning against him.

"Oh my god, this plot twist is insane! Isn't this supposed to be a hot-blooded fighting show? Why's it turning into a family drama?"

"So that Goku guy abandoned her?"

"Look at how heartbroken she is—she's gorgeous and has a great figure. He must've been a total scumbag!"

"How infuriating! And here I thought the kid was simple and innocent—turns out he's a two-timing jerk! Making a beautiful woman wait for years!"

"Beat that heartbreaker! Kick him off the stage!"

The fired-up audience even started tossing empty water bottles and popcorn buckets onto the stage, the whole arena buzzing with condemnation aimed at Goku.

In the contestant waiting area.

Oolong was clutching his mouth, rolling on the floor laughing, his pig ears nearly shaking off.

"Hahaha! Karma!"

"That blockhead Goku actually has a romantic debt? This is gonna be good! Way more exciting than fighting Tao Pai Pai!"

Puar floated in the air, watching the stage with a worried expression.

"Master Goku isn't that kind of person... but he really can be dense sometimes. Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Only Krillin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face.

Watching Goku—who usually feared nothing, not even going toe-to-toe with King Piccolo—now flustered and cornered by a girl.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.