Brother, Your Girlfriend is So Fierce

After a brief rest, the three of them entered the village.

Bulma looked around the village. There wasn't a single person on the road.

She called out politely, "Good afternoon!"

"Excuse me, is anyone home in the village?"

Son Goku sniffed the air and said, "Bulma, I smell a lot of people. Are they all taking a nap right now?"

Bulma studied the village's architecture while holding a map. "That shouldn't be the case! Even in Shanxi, there's no way the streets would be completely empty at noon..."

Sun Mo remained silent the whole time, as if lost in thought.

Son Goku said, "I'll go ask!" With that, he picked a random house and pounded on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Hey, anyone home?"

"I can smell someone inside. Why won't you answer me?"

Bulma glanced at Sun Mo and asked, "Sun Mo, what are you spacing out about?"

Sun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at Bulma. "Bulma, you wet your pants on the road earlier, didn't you?"

Bulma's face flushed bright red in an instant. "H-how did you notice..."

Sun Mo said, "It's normal to be scared by danger like that. After all, your body's too weak—you'd definitely die if you fell. So I suddenly had an idea. Maybe I can solve your problem for good."

Bulma blinked, showing a hint of interest, and asked, "What idea?"

Sun Mo said, "Once we gather Shenron, how about we wish for you to get stronger? Strong like me and Wukong. At least then you wouldn't be afraid anymore..."

Bulma's mouth twitched. "Make me stronger? Do you even understand girls?"

"What's wrong?" Sun Mo asked.

Bulma retorted, "You don't get girls at all. What girl dreams of getting stronger?"

Sun Mo said, "I know your dream is to have a boyfriend! But we're already boyfriend and girlfriend, so you don't need that wish anymore. Once we collect the Dragon Balls and make a wish, wouldn't it be great to make you stronger? Strong like me and Wukong—then I won't have to look after you so much and can focus on training!"

Bulma's face turned ashen. "I don't want that!"

Just then, Son Goku forced open the door of one house.

A man inside swung an axe straight at Wukong. "Oolong, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Crack!!!"

The axe shattered on impact. Wukong sat on the ground in pain, clutching his head and wailing. "Waaahhh... It hurts so much, aahhh!"

Seeing the axe break against Wukong's head, Bulma was terrified. "Whoa, murder..."

Sun Mo said, "It's fine. Wukong's head is tough—he won't die..."

A huge lump instantly swelled on Wukong's head. He rubbed it, tears streaming uncontrollably. "Ow, that hurts! Why'd you chop me, you bastard!!"

Bulma was astonished. "My god, the axe shattered, and Wukong's really fine?"

Sun Mo said, "Yeah, but the pain's unavoidable."

So, getting stronger does have its perks, huh...

"Anyway, since you can't train like us, you might as well wish to get stronger."

Seeing the axe shatter, the farmer's legs went weak with fear.

"Sure enough, sure enough it's no good..."

He dropped to his knees and begged Wukong for mercy.

"S-sorry, Great Immortal Oolong, I know I was wrong!"

"If you want food or money, I'll scrape together whatever I can... just please spare my daughter!"

Wukong blinked in confusion.

"Great Immortal Oolong?"

Sun Mo stepped forward and explained to the farmer, "You've got it wrong. He's not some Great Immortal Oolong."

"We're outsiders, just passing through."

The farmer came to his senses.

"What, you're passing through? He's not Great Immortal Oolong?"

Sun Mo cleared things up, and the farmer invited them into his house.

His daughter carefully applied a hot compress to the big lump on Wukong's head, easing his pain.

Bulma watched in amazement—Wukong's head was really fine, just a bump, and after a bit of compressing, it even went down.

His tough physique impressed her.

She asked with concern, "You okay now, Wukong?"

Wukong nodded. "Much better!"

The farmer said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I thought you were that Oolong guy, so I went a bit hard."

Bulma said, "You were way too reckless. If that had hit my head, I'd be dead."

"S-sorry, my deepest apologies!"

Bulma said, "Tell us about this Great Immortal Oolong. Maybe we can help."

The farmer nodded and recounted what Great Immortal Oolong had been up to.

The neighbors, realizing it wasn't Oolong, gathered around to watch the commotion.

They piled on details, describing Oolong's traits.

Hearing it was just a monster that could shapeshift, Bulma relaxed a little.

She looked at Sun Mo and asked, "Can you handle that Oolong?"

Sun Mo nodded. "Just a minor Oolong, not even worth my effort. You could take him down yourself."

Bulma's mouth twitched, and she snapped, "Are you kidding? How could I beat a guy like that..."

Sun Mo spread his hands.

"I'm not kidding. You really could thrash Oolong. Try it and see..."

Bulma pouted. "No way. I'm a gentle girl—I don't do fighting..."

Son Goku looked at the farmer and asked, "When does Oolong come? I'll go deal with him."

The farmer glanced at Wukong, then shook his head. "You can't. You're too small. Oolong's huge and terrifying—he could swallow you in one bite..."

Wukong argued, "I'm really strong..."

While they were doubting Wukong's strength, Bulma suddenly remembered the real business—they were looking for the Dragon Balls.

She was the daughter of the richest man, but her little head was sharp with calculations.

Before getting anything done, she laid out the terms for trading the Dragon Balls, to avoid arguments later.

So she pulled out a Dragon Ball and asked, "Uncle, have any of you seen a ball like this?"

The farmer took the Dragon Ball and examined it.

"No, this is the first time I've seen one..."

Bulma frowned.

"But the Dragon Radar shows it's right nearby. How could no one have seen it..."

Just then, an old grandma suddenly gasped.

"Oh, I've got one of those!"

Bulma turned to the old grandma.

"Really?"

The old grandma nodded. "Really. My grandmother found it, and it's been sitting around for years."

Soon, the Old Grandma brought out the Dragon Ball.

Bulma was overjoyed.

"It's the Six-Star Ball—perfect!"

She gave a sly smile. "Grandma, if I help the village deal with Oolong, could you give me this Dragon Ball?"

The Old Grandma said, "Oh my, if you can take care of Oolong, giving it to you is no problem.

But you're just a woman—isn't that a bit of a stretch?"

Bulma pointed at Sun Mo.

"I'm not the one doing it—he is. He's really strong!"

The Old Grandma looked at Sun Mo, tall and imposing with an extraordinary presence.

She nodded in satisfaction. "This young man looks sturdy. He might actually have a chance against Oolong.

But you must be careful—Oolong is very dangerous..."

"Don't worry, Grandma, it's settled!" Bulma locked in the deal as if signing a verbal contract.

The Farmer's Daughter also looked at Sun Mo, unable to help being drawn to him.

Covering her flushed cheeks, she said shyly, "This brave warrior, I truly don't want to marry Oolong.

If you can defeat him, as thanks, this young woman is willing to give herself to you!"

When Bulma heard her offer herself, she instantly bristled.

She suddenly shouted at the girl, "Don't you dream about it—he's my boyfriend!"

As if startled, the girl timidly stepped back two paces and looked at Sun Mo with pitiful eyes.

"Oh dear, big brother, your girlfriend is so fierce..."

But Sun Mo was unfazed.

"It's fine. I don't like fake ones—I like them fierce!"

Bulma: "..."

Even though he's calling me fierce, why do I suddenly feel so satisfied!