Cold War

"Hmph!"

Piccolo let out a cold snort.

"You could call this revenge, I suppose!"

"Is that so? I actually thought you would come looking for revenge during the World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"The World Martial Arts Tournament? You intend to participate in such a boring event?"

"Boring!"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately became somewhat displeased.

Although no one was his match in the current World Martial Arts Tournament, it remained the most grand martial arts gathering on Earth, and Krillin and the others had all participated in it before.

"Isn't it? On Earth right now, apart from you, there is no one left who is my match!"

"That's not necessarily true!"

"Not necessarily? Do you mean to say there is someone whose strength is equal to mine?"

"No, someone even stronger than you!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Piccolo immediately burst into laughter.

"Fine, then tell me, who is this person stronger than me?"

"Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Yamcha!"

Sun Wukong rattled off the names of Krillin and the others.

Seeing that Sun Wukong did not appear to be lying, Piccolo's expression suddenly turned grave.

"Sun Wukong, who are these people you speak of?"

"They are all my junior martial brothers!"

"Junior martial brothers?"

"How about it, why don't you become my junior martial brother too?"

"You insult me!"

Piccolo gritted his teeth and lunged forward at high speed.

Bang!!

Sun Wukong raised his right hand, catching the punch Piccolo threw.

Piccolo was startled and quickly raised his left fist, aiming it at Sun Wukong's face.

But before Piccolo's fist could strike, his abdomen was suddenly struck by a powerful, heavy blow.

"Ah!"

Piccolo let out a miserable cry, collapsing to the ground in immense pain.

"Da... damn it!"

Piccolo rolled his body, looking at Sun Wukong with extreme unwillingness.

Before coming here, he had considered that he might lose, but he never imagined he would be defeated so quickly.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong took a Senzu Bean from his system and offered it to Piccolo.

"Here, this is a Senzu Bean. As long as you take this, your injuries will be healed!"

"A Senzu Bean?"

"What, are you afraid this bean is poisoned? If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to use poison at all!"

Piccolo hesitated for a moment before finally consuming the Senzu Bean.

Poof!

Piccolo's body surged, and the injuries on his body recovered rapidly.

"You... why didn't you kill me?"

"Why would I want to kill you?"

"Then why did you kill my father back then?"

"If I hadn't killed him, many people would have died at his hands!"

"Then aren't you afraid that if you let me go, I will also kill many humans?"

"If that really happens, I certainly won't spare you!"

"Hmph!"

Piccolo let out a cold snort.

Even though his strength had lost to Sun Wukong, his aura as the Demon King absolutely could not falter.

This guy, why is he just like Vegeta!

Sun Wukong grumbled inwardly.

"Whoosh..."

At that moment, Piccolo spun his body around and flew toward the sky.

"Sun Wukong, one year from now, I will enter the World Martial Arts Tournament and defeat you and your fellow disciples!"

"Wait! I never said I was going to enter!"

Before Sun Wukong could finish, Piccolo had already vanished without a trace.

The Lookout.

The Guardian, who had been keeping a close watch on the situation below, let out a sigh of relief after seeing Piccolo defeated so easily.

"I truly never expected Sun Wukong's current strength to have reached such a level!"

"It seems my previous worries were for nothing!"

As the Guardian spoke, he leaned on his cane and walked toward the back.

Dusk fell.

After being angry for an entire day, Bulma finally calmed down.

However, she still held a grudge over what happened today.

Consequently, the two of them entered a cold war for the next few days.

Three days later, Sun Wukong simply left Bulma's house and went to Mount Paozu to see Chi-Chi.

"Goku!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Are you living well here?"

"It's alright. By the way, Goku, why did you come over? Don't tell me you still haven't made up with Bulma?"

"You really haven't made up yet?"

Seeing Sun Wukong remain silent, Chi-Chi guessed it immediately.

West City, Bulma's house.

After Sun Wukong left, Bulma immediately used her crystal ball to see where he had gone.

"Fine! You really did go to find Chi-Chi! Sun Wukong, you heartless flirt!"

As she spoke, Bulma began to beat a plush teddy bear violently.

"Are you watching me with the crystal ball!"

Sun Wukong sensed Bulma watching him through the crystal ball, so he deliberately grabbed Chi-Chi's hand and said.

"Chi-Chi, are you eating well and sleeping well living here?"

"I'm... I'm doing just fine!"

Chi-Chi was caught off guard by Sun Wukong's sudden gesture.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Bulma gritted her teeth in anger and threw the crystal ball away.

Sensing that Bulma was no longer monitoring him, Sun Wukong immediately let go of her hand.

"Well then, Goku, why don't you stay for lunch?"

"Oh, sure!"

After finishing lunch, Sun Wukong suddenly remembered that his Dragon Ball had recovered, so he addressed the system.

"System, I want to make a wish!"

"Master, what wish would you like to make?"

"My first wish is for the Memory Erasure Technique!"

"Understood, Master!"

No sooner had the words fallen than a massive amount of information regarding the Memory Erasure Technique flooded into Sun Wukong's mind.

"Master, your wish has been granted!"

"My second wish is to unlock the potential within my body!"

"Understood, Master!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Sun Wukong's strength increased significantly.

"Master, your wish has been granted!"

West City, the Brief residence.

Bulma saw that Sun Wukong had not returned and immediately began to weep and complain in front of her mother, Mrs. Brief.

"Alright, Bulma, stop crying. Wukong is actually quite good to you. If it really doesn't work out... you could just let Chi-Chi be the minor... if she's willing to listen to you, that is!"

"Mom, how can you say such a thing!"

Bulma said, somewhat angry.

"If the person you liked was just an ordinary human, Mother would firmly disagree, but Wukong is no ordinary person!"

In the afternoon, Sun Wukong did not want to return to Bulma's house for the time being, so he arrived at North Kai's planet.

"Wu... Wukong!"

"Long time no see, Lord Kai!"

"Long time no see! What brings you here today?"

"I haven't come over to train in a long time, so I wanted to come and train for a while!"

"Train... for a while!"

North Kai was startled.

He had finally enjoyed a few years of peace, and now Sun Wukong was actually coming here to train again.

"Say, Wukong, what exactly happened? You were training just fine on Earth, why did you suddenly come here to train?"

"It's nothing! I just had a bit of a disagreement with Bulma recently!"

"Bulma, are you talking about that girlfriend of yours?"

"That's right!"

"Then about how long do you intend to train here?"

"I don't know! Maybe a few days, maybe a year!"

"A... a year!"

Upon hearing this, North Kai immediately contacted Fortune Teller Baba to see if she could be of any help.

If Sun Wukong were to train here for a year, he reckoned he would be driven to his death.