Brother, Your Girlfriend Is So Fierce

After resting for a while, the three of them entered the village.

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

He called out politely, "Good afternoon!"

"Is anyone in the village?"

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

Bulma studied the buildings as she held the map. "I don't think so! Even in Shanxi, there shouldn't be nobody outside in the middle of the day..."

Son Mirai had been silent the whole time, seemingly lost in thought.

Goku said, "I'll go ask someone!"

With that, he went to a random house and pounded on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Hey, is anyone there?"

"I can smell you inside. There's someone in there, so why aren't you answering?"

Bulma glanced at Son Mirai and asked, "Son Mirai, what are you spacing out for?"

Son Mirai snapped out of it and looked at Bulma.

"Bulma, you wet your pants on the road just now, didn't you?"

Bulma's face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment.

"H-how did you know...?"

Son Mirai said, "It's normal to be scared by that kind of danger. After all, you're too weak physically. If you fell, you'd definitely die.

"So, an idea suddenly came to me. Maybe there's a way to solve your problem for good."

Bulma blinked, looking intrigued. "What is it?"

Son Mirai said, "Once we've gathered the Dragon Balls, why not wish for you to become stronger?

"As strong as Goku and me, at least, so you won't be scared anymore..."

Bulma's mouth twitched. "Make me stronger? Do you know anything about girls?"

"What's wrong?" Son Mirai asked.

Bulma shot back, "You don't understand girls at all. What girl dreams of becoming stronger?"

Son Mirai said, "I know your dream is to get a boyfriend!

"But we're already dating, so you don't need to make that wish anymore.

"Wouldn't it be better to wish to become stronger once we've gathered the Dragon Balls?

"If you were as strong as Goku and me, I wouldn't have to look after you so much. I could focus on training!"

Bulma's face turned livid.

"I don't want that!"

Just then, Son Goku forced his way through the door of a house.

Someone inside raised an axe and swung it at Goku.

"Oolong, I'm taking you down with me!"

"Crack!"

The axe shattered on impact. Goku fell to the ground, clutching his head and wailing.

"Waaah..."

"It hurts so much! Aah!"

Seeing the axe break against Goku's head, Bulma was terrified.

"Oh no, he's been killed..."

Son Mirai said, "It's fine. Goku's head is really hard. He won't die..."

A huge bump immediately swelled up on Goku's head. He rubbed it, tears streaming down his face.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Why'd you hit me, you jerk?!"

Bulma stared in amazement.

"Oh my god, the axe broke, but Goku's really okay?"

Son Mirai said, "Yeah, though it's bound to hurt.

"That's why getting stronger has its advantages...

"You can't exactly train with us, so why not just wish to become stronger?"

When the farmer saw the axe shattered, his legs went weak with fright.

"So it really is... really impossible..."

He dropped to his knees and begged Goku for mercy.

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

"If you want food and money, I'll give you as much as you want... Please, spare my daughter!"

Goku was confused.

"What Great Immortal Oolong?"

Son Mirai stepped forward and explained to the farmer, "You've got the wrong person. He isn't Great Immortal Oolong. We're just travelers passing through."

The farmer stared at them in surprise.

"What? You're just passing through? He isn't Great Immortal Oolong?"

After Son Mirai explained everything, the farmer invited them into his house.

His daughter carefully applied a warm compress to the bump on Goku's head to ease the pain.

Bulma saw that Goku's head really was fine, aside from the bump. After a while with the compress, even that went down.

His incredible resilience left her impressed.

"Are you okay now, Goku?" she asked with concern.

Goku nodded. "I'm much better!"

The farmer apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry. I thought he was that Oolong fellow, so I hit him pretty hard."

Bulma said, "You were so reckless! If you'd hit me on the head, I'd be dead."

"I-I'm sorry. I really am!"

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

The farmer nodded and told them about Great Immortal Oolong's misdeeds.

When their neighbors realized it wasn't Oolong, they crowded around to see what was going on.

They kept embellishing their stories as they described Oolong.

When Bulma heard he was just a monster who could transform, she felt a little relieved.

She turned to Son Mirai. "Are you sure you can handle Oolong?"

Son Mirai nodded. "A little Oolong isn't even worth me lifting a finger. You could beat him yourself."

Bulma's mouth twitched. "Quit joking. There's no way I could beat someone like that..."

Son Mirai shrugged.

"I'm not joking. You really could beat Oolong with ease. Don't believe me? Go try..."

Bulma pouted. "I'm not going. I'm a gentle girl. How could I possibly fight...?"

Son Goku looked at the farmer and asked, "When's Oolong coming? I'll deal with him!"

The farmer looked at Goku, then shook his head. "You can't do it. You're too small.

"Oolong's huge and terrifying. He could swallow you in one bite..."

Goku argued, "I really am strong..."

As they questioned Goku's strength, Bulma suddenly remembered why they were here: they were looking for Dragon Balls.

Though she was the daughter of the richest man around, she was very good at watching her spending.

It was better to negotiate the terms for exchanging the Dragon Ball before doing anything, so they wouldn't have to argue afterward.

She took out a Dragon Ball and asked, "Mister, has anyone here ever seen a ball like this?"

The farmer took the Dragon Ball and looked it over.

"No. This is the first time I've ever seen one..."

Bulma frowned.

"But the Dragon Radar says it's nearby. How could nobody have seen it...?"

Just then, an old woman suddenly cried out.

"Oh my, I have one of those!"

Bulma turned to look at her.

"Really?"

The old woman nodded. "Yes. My grandmother picked it up, and it's been sitting around for years."

Soon, the old woman brought out the Dragon Ball.

Bulma was thrilled.

"It's the Six-Star Ball! Wonderful!"

She smiled slyly. "Granny, if I help the village deal with Oolong, will you give me the Dragon Ball?"

The old woman said, "Oh, if you can get rid of Oolong, I don't mind giving it to you.

"But you're just a young woman. That might be a bit much for you, don't you think?"

Bulma pointed at Son Mirai.

"I'm not the one who'll fight him. He is. He's really strong!"

The old woman looked at Son Mirai. He was tall and sturdy, with an extraordinary presence.

She nodded with approval. "The young man looks strong. He might be able to beat Oolong.

"But be careful. Oolong's very powerful..."

"Don't worry, Granny. It's a deal!" Bulma sealed the agreement, as if they'd just made a verbal contract.

The farmer's daughter also looked at Son Mirai and couldn't help being drawn to him.

Covering her flushed cheeks, she spoke shyly. "Brave warrior, I really don't want to marry Oolong.

"If you can defeat him, I'd be willing to offer myself to you as thanks!"

When Bulma heard her offer herself to him, she instantly flew into a rage.

She suddenly shouted at the girl, "Don't even dream about it! He's my boyfriend!"

The girl seemed startled and took two timid steps back, gazing at Son Mirai with a pitiful look.

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

Son Mirai didn't seem bothered.

"It's fine. I don't like the fake kind. I like fierce girls!"

Bulma: "..."

He'd called me fierce, but why did that suddenly make me feel better?!