The Most Expensive Wedding in History

West City, Capsule Corporation Headquarters.

On this day, the entire city's transportation system was nearly paralyzed.

The roads leading to Dr. Brief's estate were clogged with luxury cars, media broadcast vans, and all sorts of bizarre flying vehicles, packed bumper to bumper.

The eyes of the whole world were fixed here.

The heiress of the world's richest man, the genius scientist Bulma, was marrying the newly crowned Martial Arts Tournament champion, Krillin, who had just saved the Earth.

Inside the estate, the luxury defied the imagination of ordinary people.

There was no traditional lawn wedding. Dr. Brief had directly used black tech to lift a massive anti-gravity platform, five hundred meters in diameter, three hundred meters into the air.

Artificial rainbows and holographic flower fields surrounded the platform, with clouds drifting slowly beneath their feet.

The guest list was jaw-dropping.

His Majesty the King had personally sent a congratulatory message. The heads of major conglomerates could only sit in the second row, while the first row was reserved for a few people in strange martial arts uniforms.

"Wow! This meat is amazing! Even better than the wild boar I hunt!"

Goku, wearing an ill-fitting black suit with his tie twisted around to his back, was stuffing an entire roast lamb into his mouth with both hands, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Beside him, Chi-Chi tugged desperately at his sleeve, her face red as a ripe tomato.

"Goku! This is a wedding! Mind your manners! And don't spit bones on the red carpet!"

"What's the big deal? Krillin won't mind."

Goku mumbled indistinctly, then casually dumped a plate of lobster into his mouth.

On the other side, Master Roshi, wearing his signature Sunglasses, was trying to put his hand on the shoulder of a blonde receptionist.

"Young lady, do you know who I am? I'm the groom's master, the God of Martial Arts..."

"Smack!"

A giant Frying Pan fell from the sky, smashing hard onto Master Roshi's bald head.

Puar floated in the air, still holding the dented pan, and shouted angrily.

"You lecherous old man! Today's a big day! Don't embarrass us!"

Yamcha sat in a corner, swirling a glass of champagne.

He had cut his hair short, and the scar on his face gave him a more weathered look.

Watching Bulma, who was playfully chatting with Mrs. Briefs nearby, the last trace of reluctance in his eyes faded away.

"I never thought that noseless kid would actually pull it off."

Tien Shinhan stood behind him with his arms crossed, his three eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"But that's fine. Now I can focus on surpassing all of you without distraction."

Chiaotzu floated beside him and asked quietly.

"Tien, should we give a gift? I think all our money went to buying rice..."

Tien Shinhan's face stiffened.

"...We'll talk later."

Backstage dressing room.

Krillin stared at himself in the mirror.

The custom white suit was perfectly tailored, outlining his unremarkable yet destructively powerful muscle lines.

Even though he was still bald and noseless, the calm, confident aura he exuded made him look damn handsome.

The System Panel popped up at just the right moment:

[Task Complete: Marry the Rich Beauty, Reach the Peak of Life.]

[Rewards Being Calculated...]

[Title Acquired: Earth's Strongest Live-in Son-in-Law (Crossed Out)... Guardian of Earth.]

[Special Skill Acquired: 'Absolute Family Status' (Activates only when Wife is not angry).]

[New Module Unlocked: Saiyan Invasion Arc (Pending Activation).]

"Ready yet, my champion?"

The door opened, and Bulma walked in.

Krillin held his breath in that instant.

She wore a wedding dress woven from countless fine diamonds and nanofilaments, shimmering under the light as if she had draped the entire Milky Way over herself.

Usually sharp-tongued or fiery, she had now tied up her hair, her makeup exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Stunned?"

Bulma stepped up to him, adjusted his bow tie, her eyes slightly red.

"Back then, at the Martial Arts Tournament, when you said you'd marry me if you won... I thought you were just saying it to spite Yamcha."

Krillin held her hand, the warmth of her palm grounding him with an unshakable sense of certainty.

These hands had crushed meteors and blown up Demon Kings, but now they moved with extreme care, afraid of hurting the person before him.

"I may not have a nose, but my sense of smell is pretty sharp."

Krillin smiled, his eyes as gentle as a still lake.

"I know who the real treasure is, the one worth giving my life to protect."

"Yamcha was blind, but I'm not."

Bulma broke into a laugh through her tears and punched him in the chest.

"Smooth talker!"

The wedding march began.

As the two walked arm in arm down the sky corridor covered in flowers, countless cannons fired in unison, and brilliant fireworks exploded over West City.

The priest—the Cat Sage, specially invited, though he was quite reluctant—stood before the altar, his whiskers twitching.

"Krillin, do you take this woman... uh, the one with a bit of a temper but a lot of money?"

Bulma's eyebrows shot up, and she nearly reached for her gun.

Krillin burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the entire venue, filled with unwavering resolve and boldness.

"I do! Temper or not, even if she were a Demon King set on destroying the universe, I'd still marry her!"