Goku's New Life

The next day, beside the ruins on Papaya Island.

Although the Arena was gone, the Martial Arts Tournament organizers had still put together a temporary farewell spot in an open area nearby.

By now, most of the crowd had dispersed. Only the stars of yesterday's earth-shattering battle remained.

Goku was squatting on a boulder, holding a whole roasted lamb he'd gotten from who-knew-where and eating until his mouth glistened with grease.

Chi-Chi stood beside him with a small bundle in her hand, looking at her "bottomless-pit" of a husband with a mix of happiness and worry.

"Goku, slow down. You'll choke."

Chi-Chi took out a handkerchief and wiped Goku's mouth, her movements so practiced you'd think she'd been looking after the monkey for years.

"When we get back to Mount Paozu, we can't eat like this every day. The dowry Dad gave us was generous, but even that won't last if you eat this much."

Chi-Chi sighed, her brows furrowing slightly.

Although she was the Ox-King's daughter, she knew that food and other necessities cost money.

Goku's appetite was practically a bottomless pit.

She was already calculating how many acres she'd need to cultivate and how many radishes she'd have to grow to feed the whole family.

"Hm? It's fine, Chi-Chi!"

Goku swallowed a huge chunk of meat and grinned without a care in the world.

"I can go hunting! There are lots of giant fish and dinosaurs in the mountains!"

"No!"

Chi-Chi immediately put on a stern expression.

"Now that we're married, we have to settle down. What kind of life is it if you're fighting all day?"

"You need to learn to farm and become a good husband who takes care of his family!"

Goku scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

"Farming? Is that a kind of training?"

Just then, the air rippled.

"Whoosh!"

Krillin and Bulma appeared out of thin air in front of them.

After a night of bliss, Bulma looked radiant, her skin practically glowing.

She had changed into a fresh pair of denim shorts and a crop top. With her arm linked through Krillin's, she wore the blissful smile of a newlywed.

Krillin, meanwhile, was dressed casually, his bald head gleaming in the sunlight.

"Hey, Goku, Chi-Chi! Ready to go?"

Krillin greeted them with a smile.

"Ah! Krillin!"

Goku jumped off the boulder and excitedly circled him.

"Your Instant Transmission is so cool! Can you teach me? Then I could instantly go into the forest and catch tigers to eat!"

"Maybe someday, if you get the chance."

Krillin patted Goku on the shoulder, then turned to look at Chi-Chi, who seemed troubled.

Of course, he knew what Chi-Chi was worried about.

In the original story, Goku's family had lived in considerable poverty. The strongest man in the universe had actually had to rely on Chi-Chi to grow radishes, and was even pushed into getting a driver's license and working to make ends meet.

That had also distracted Gohan from his training. And because they couldn't afford proper nutritional supplements, even his physical development had suffered.

In this life, now that Krillin had been reincarnated—and was the son-in-law of the world's richest man—how could he let that happen?

"Chi-Chi, I heard you're going back to Mount Paozu to settle down?" Krillin asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, Krillin."

Chi-Chi nodded politely. Although Krillin had taken the championship, she had a good impression of the bald man who had saved Goku (even though he hadn't) and was incredibly strong.

"It's peaceful there, a good place to build a life."

"Building a life is great, but it takes money."

As he spoke, Krillin turned his wrist, and a golden Universal Capsule appeared in his palm.

"Here. Take it."

Krillin tossed the Capsule to Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi caught it instinctively. "What is this?"

"A wedding gift."

Krillin said it casually.

"Nothing special in there. Just fifty thousand kilograms of gold, some of the latest appliances and furniture from West City, and a Black Gold Card from Capsule Corporation. Every month, it'll automatically deposit one hundred million Sony for living expenses."

"Clatter!"

The bundle slipped from Chi-Chi's hands and fell to the ground. Her jaw nearly hit her feet.

"F-fifty thousand kilograms... of gold?!"

Chi-Chi's voice trembled.

"And one hundred million every month?!"

Even Yamcha and Tien Shinhan, who had been picking their teeth nearby, were stunned.

Fifty thousand kilograms of gold?

How much money was that?

Had the bald guy robbed a vault?

"Krillin... This is far too valuable! We can't accept it!"

Although Chi-Chi loved money (for the sake of supporting her family), she still had principles. She hurried to return the Capsule.

"Keep it."

Krillin pressed down on Chi-Chi's hand, his expression turning serious.

"This isn't a handout. There's a task attached."

"A task?" Chi-Chi was dumbfounded. Did he want Goku to become an assassin?

Krillin leaned in between Goku and Chi-Chi.

He lowered his voice and spoke in a mysterious whisper.

"Goku's a martial arts fanatic. Making him earn money would be a waste of his talent."

"This money is so he won't have to worry about making a living and can focus on training."

As he spoke, Krillin glanced at Goku, then at Chi-Chi's belly. A glimmer of understanding—one only a reincarnator could have—flickered in his eyes.

"Besides, I have a very important task for you two."

"What task? Do we have to beat up bad guys?"

Goku immediately perked up.

"It's much more important than beating up bad guys."

Krillin patted Goku on the chest.

"When you get back, you need to work hard... and make a baby."

"Make a baby?" Goku asked, tilting his head.