Clone Technique

"Mm!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"It's getting late, I should probably head back for dinner!"

"Head back for dinner? Won't you stay and eat at my place?"

"I... probably shouldn't, right?"

"How could that be? If my father finds out that you taught me how to train and I didn't even keep you for a meal, he'll definitely blame me!"

"Well... alright then!"

"Great!"

Chi-Chi said, leading Sun Wukong toward her home.

"By the way, System, I still have one wish left to make, right?"

"That is correct, Master!"

"Then I want to use this wish to learn the Clone Technique!"

"Understood, Master!"

As soon as the words fell, a massive amount of memories regarding the Clone Technique flooded into Sun Wukong's mind.

There were two types of Clone Technique: one created from strands of hair, and the other being the Multi-Shadow Clone Technique from Naruto.

Sun Wukong chose the former, plucking a hair from his head. While Chi-Chi wasn't looking, he transformed the hair into a clone to return to Bulma's house.

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon arriving at Chi-Chi's home, Ox-King welcomed Sun Wukong with great enthusiasm.

West City, Bulma's house.

Because Bulma had used the Dragon Ball to wish herself four years younger, she had been dressing herself up quite flamboyantly lately.

At this moment, she didn't notice that the person sitting next to her was actually Sun Wukong's clone.

In the afternoon, Sun Wukong swapped places with his clone; he had his clone teach Chi-Chi how to train while he returned to Bulma's house to train himself.

Dusk fell.

Seeing that it was getting late, Sun Wukong's clone bid farewell to Chi-Chi, preparing to head back.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Mm!"

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"Not for now; you should practice on your own for a few days first!"

"Then when will you come back?"

"I don't know! But I'll come by at least one day a week!"

"Only one day a week?"

"I have to train too, you know!"

"Alright then! Thank you for teaching me how to train today!"

Sun Wukong's clone nodded, used Instant Transmission, and departed from Fried Bread Mountain.

West City, Bulma's house.

After returning, Sun Wukong's clone quickly reported back to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong turned the clone back into a hair.

Just then, Bulma came to the Gravity Room to call Sun Wukong for dinner.

Sun Wukong left the Gravity Room and went to the courtyard to eat.

Looking at the sumptuous food on the table, Sun Wukong quickly picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

"By the way, Wukong, I heard from my father that Android 8 came by today?"

"Yeah! Why?"

Sun Wukong said while shoveling food into his mouth.

"What did he come to see you for?"

"Nothing much! Just came to check on me!"

"Is that so?"

Bulma looked at Sun Wukong with a skeptical expression.

"Yeah, what else could it be?"

"So, Wukong, what are your thoughts on marriage?"

"Pfft..."

Sun Wukong spat out the food he had just eaten upon hearing this.

"Uh... Bulma, I don't even have a girlfriend yet, and you're talking to me about marriage!"

"No, I was just asking if you have any plans to get married!"

"I do!"

"Then why aren't you looking for a girlfriend?"

"I'm only 16, aren't I!"

"16 is not that young. If you start dating at 16, can't you get married by 18?"

"That's right, Wukong!"

Dr. Brief chimed in after hearing this.

The country here was different from the one Sun Wukong lived in during his past life; men could marry at 18 and women at 16.

In the world of his past life, men had to be 22 and women 20 to marry.

Perhaps influenced by the impressions of his former life, Sun Wukong was not particularly fond of early marriage.

"I'll think about it!"

"Wukong, if you're looking for a girlfriend, I think our Bulma would be a great choice!"

Mrs. Brief laughed.

Sun Wukong nodded and picked up his chopsticks to continue eating.

After finishing his meal, Sun Wukong immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower, then sat in Bulma's backyard to watch the moon.

The moon tonight was not full, so even if Sun Wukong looked at it, his body would not have any reaction.

"Watching the moon, huh?"

After Sun Wukong had been sitting for half an hour, Bulma, who had just finished her own shower, sat down beside him.

Sun Wukong nodded.

"So, Wukong, would you like a drink?"

"Sure!"

Seeing this, Bulma immediately ran into the house and brought out two cans of orange juice.

"Here!"

Sun Wukong took the orange juice, popped the tab, and took a sip.

Bulma sat down as soon as she saw him drink.

"Bulma, how long have we known each other?"

Bulma was stunned by the question.

"It's been almost four years, I think!"

"I still remember that back then, I wasn't even as tall as your shoulder!"

"Yeah! You were definitely small back then! Now you're even taller than me!"

"So, Bulma, if I hadn't grown tall like Krillin, would you still like me?"

"In the past, perhaps! But not now!"

"Why?"

"There aren't that many 'whys' in this world. Like is just like!"

"That's true! There really aren't that many 'whys' in this world!"

It was just like how his transmigration here wasn't his own choice either.

Bulma glanced at Sun Wukong, wondering why he had suddenly said something like that.

At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly looked at Bulma and said.

"Bulma, why don't we try being boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Try? Do you mean you're agreeing to be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah!"

"That's wonderful!"

Bulma stood up from her chair in excitement and hugged Sun Wukong.

Afterward, Bulma sat down happily and rested her head on Sun Wukong's shoulder.

The next morning.

After Sun Wukong and Bulma confirmed their relationship.

Sun Wukong accompanied Bulma to see a movie today.

Bulma dressed up beautifully, specifically for their first date.

Sun Wukong had originally intended to just change into casual clothes, but Bulma insisted he wear the suit she had bought for him.

Helpless, Sun Wukong had no choice but to put on the dark blue suit Bulma had purchased.

Bulma wore light makeup today, but the lipstick on her lips was incredibly bright red.

On the way to the cinema, Bulma held Sun Wukong's left hand; the streets were crowded with people, which made Sun Wukong feel very uncomfortable.

Upon arriving at the theater, Bulma bought some popcorn and cola, then led Sun Wukong to sit in the front row.

The movie was a romance, which Sun Wukong did not particularly enjoy, while Bulma was crying her eyes out.

By the time the movie ended, it was already nearly noon.

Bulma hugged Sun Wukong's arm with both hands and they headed to a nearby restaurant to eat.

"Wukong, what's wrong with you today?"

Seeing that Sun Wukong had barely smiled all morning, Bulma asked.

"It's nothing!"

"Then why do you look so unhappy?"

"I'm not, it's just that the movie this morning wasn't very good!"

"Is that so? Then shall we watch another one this afternoon?"

"No... no need, I don't really like watching movies!"