West City, Capsule Corporation headquarters.
On this day, the entire city's traffic system was nearly paralyzed.
The roads leading to Dr. Brief's estate were jammed with luxury cars, media broadcast vans, and all kinds of strange aircraft.
The eyes of the whole world were fixed on this place.
The daughter of the world's richest man, genius scientist Bulma, was marrying Krillin, the newly crowned Martial Arts Tournament champion who had just saved the Earth.
Inside the estate, the opulence surpassed anything ordinary people could imagine.
There was no traditional lawn wedding. Dr. Brief simply used his advanced technology to raise a gigantic anti-gravity platform, five hundred meters in diameter, to a height of three hundred meters above the ground.
Artificial rainbows and holographic seas of flowers surrounded the platform, while clouds drifted slowly beneath their feet.
The guest list was even more astonishing.
His Majesty the King had sent his congratulations in person. The heads of the major conglomerates had to sit in the second row, while the first row was reserved for a few people wearing strange martial arts uniforms.
"Wow! This meat is so good! It's even better than the wild boar I hunted!"
Goku wore an ill-fitting black suit, his tie flung over his back. He was stuffing a whole roast lamb into his mouth with both hands, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.
Beside him, Chi-Chi tugged furiously at his sleeve, her face red as a ripe tomato.
"Goku! This is a wedding! Try to look presentable! And don't spit bones onto the red carpet!"
"What's the big deal? Krillin won't mind."
Goku mumbled, then tipped a plate of lobster into his mouth.
On the other side, Master Roshi wore his trademark sunglasses and was trying to put an arm around the shoulder of a blonde hostess.
"Young lady, do you know who I am? I'm the groom's master, the God of Martial Arts..."
"Smack!"
A giant frying pan came crashing down from above and slammed into Master Roshi's bald head.
Puar hovered in the air, still holding the dented pan, and shouted angrily.
"You lecherous old man! This is an important day. Don't embarrass us!"
Yamcha sat in a corner, swirling a glass of champagne in his hand.
He had cut his hair short, and the scar on his face gave him a more weathered look.
As he watched Bulma fawning over Mrs. Briefs nearby, the last trace of resentment in his eyes faded away.
"I can't believe that noseless guy actually pulled it off."
Tien Shinhan stood behind him with his arms folded, his three eyes full of fighting spirit.
"But this is for the best. Now I can focus on surpassing every one of you."
Chiaotzu floated beside him and asked quietly,
"Tien, are we supposed to give them a wedding gift? I think we spent all our money on rice..."
Tien's expression stiffened.
"...We'll figure it out later."
The backstage lounge.
Krillin looked at himself in the mirror.
His custom-made white suit fit perfectly, outlining his muscular build—not exaggerated, but brimming with destructive power.
He was still bald and noseless, but his calm, confident bearing somehow made him damn handsome.
The System Panel popped up right on cue:
[Quest Complete: Marry a Rich Beauty and Reach the Pinnacle of Life.] [Calculating rewards...] [Title obtained: Earth's Strongest Live-In Son-in-Law (crossed out)... Guardian of Earth.] [Special Skill obtained: "Absolute Family Status" (takes effect when your wife isn't angry).] [New module unlocked: Saiyan Invasion Arc (awaiting activation).]
"Are you ready, my champion?"
The door opened, and Bulma walked in.
Krillin held his breath in that instant.
She wore a wedding gown woven from countless tiny diamonds and nanofibers. Under the lights, it looked as if she had draped the entire galaxy over herself.
Usually so capable or fiery, she had pinned up her hair and put on exquisite makeup. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.
"Lost for words?"
Bulma came over and straightened his tie, her eyes slightly reddened.
"Back at the Martial Arts Tournament, you said you'd marry me if you won... I thought you'd only said it to make Yamcha mad."
Krillin took her hand. The warmth of her palm made him feel utterly at ease.
Those hands had crushed meteorites and blown the Demon King apart, but now they were extraordinarily gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting the person before him.
"I may not have a nose, but my sense of smell is sharp."
Krillin smiled, his gaze as gentle as a still lake.
"I know who's truly worth risking my life to protect."
"Yamcha was blind. I'm not."
Bulma burst into laughter through her tears and punched him in the chest.
"What a smooth talker!"
The wedding march began.
As the two of them walked arm in arm along the flower-strewn skybridge, countless cannons boomed, and brilliant fireworks burst across the sky above West City.
The officiant—Cat Sage, specially invited despite his reluctance—stood before the wedding altar and twitched his whiskers.
"Krillin, do you take this... uh, somewhat short-tempered but very wealthy woman to be your wife?"
Bulma's eyebrows shot up, and she nearly reached for her gun.
Krillin burst out laughing. His voice carried across the entire venue, full of conviction and boldness.
"I do! I'd marry her even if she were the Demon King who destroyed the universe!"
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