Cold War

"Hmph!"

Piccolo snorted.

"You could say it was revenge, too!"

"Is that so? I thought you'd come after me for revenge at the World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"The World Martial Arts Tournament? You plan to enter such a boring tournament?"

"Boring?"

Sun Wukong was immediately displeased.

Although no one could match him in the World Martial Arts Tournament anymore, it was still the biggest martial arts event on Earth. Besides, Krillin and the others had all competed in it.

"Isn't it? On Earth, no one except you is a match for me anymore!"

"That's not necessarily true!"

"Not necessarily? You mean someone's as strong as I am?"

"No. Someone stronger than you!"

"Hahaha!"

Piccolo burst out laughing.

"Fine, then tell me. Who's this person stronger than me?"

"Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha!"

Sun Wukong named his friends.

Seeing that Sun Wukong didn't look as if he were lying, Piccolo's expression suddenly grew serious.

"Sun Wukong, who are these people you mentioned?"

"They're all my junior fellow disciples!"

"Junior fellow disciples?"

"Why don't you become one of my junior fellow disciples, too?"

"You insult me!"

Piccolo ground his teeth and charged forward.

Bam!!

Sun Wukong raised his right hand and caught Piccolo's punch.

Piccolo was startled. He quickly raised his left fist and swung it at Sun Wukong.

But before his fist could reach Sun Wukong's face, a powerful blow struck him in the stomach.

"Ah!"

Piccolo cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

"Y-you bastard!"

Piccolo rolled over, staring at Sun Wukong with bitter resentment.

Before coming here, he'd considered the possibility that he might lose, but he'd never imagined he would lose so quickly.

Sun Wukong took a Senzu Bean from the system and handed it to Piccolo.

"Here, this is a Senzu Bean. Eat it, and your injuries will heal!"

"A Senzu Bean?"

"What, are you afraid it's poisoned? If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need poison!"

Piccolo hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the bean.

Poof!

Piccolo's body swelled, and his injuries quickly healed.

"Why... didn't you kill me?"

"Why would I kill you?"

"Then why did you kill my father?"

"If I hadn't killed him, he would have killed many people!"

"Then aren't you afraid I'll kill a lot of humans after you let me go?"

"If you do, I won't let you get away with it!"

"Hmph!"

Piccolo snorted.

He might have lost to Sun Wukong, but he absolutely wouldn't lose his Demon King's air of authority.

What's with this guy? He's just like Vegeta!

Sun Wukong grumbled to himself.

"Whoosh..."

Piccolo turned and flew into the sky.

"Sun Wukong, in a year, I'll enter the World Martial Arts Tournament and defeat you and your senior fellow disciples!"

"Wait! I never said I was entering!"

Before Sun Wukong could finish, Piccolo had already disappeared.

The Lookout.

The Guardian, who had been watching what was happening below, finally relaxed a little when he saw Piccolo defeated so easily.

"I never imagined Sun Wukong had become this strong!"

"Looks like I worried for nothing."

The Guardian said this, then turned and walked away with his cane.

Dusk fell.

After spending the whole day angry, Bulma finally calmed down.

Still, she couldn't let go of what had happened.

So for the next few days, the two of them were at odds.

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

"Goku!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Have you been comfortable living here?"

"It's all right. By the way, Goku, what brings you here? Don't tell me you and Bulma still haven't made up?"

"You really haven't made up?"

When Sun Wukong didn't answer, Chi-Chi immediately guessed.

West City, Bulma's house.

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

"So you really did go to see Chi-Chi! Sun Wukong, you womanizer!"

As she spoke, Bulma viciously pummeled a plush teddy bear.

"Are you watching me with the crystal ball?"

Noticing that Bulma was watching him through the crystal ball, Sun Wukong deliberately took Chi-Chi's hand.

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

"Y-yes, I am!"

Sun Wukong's sudden move left Chi-Chi flustered.

"Damn it!"

Bulma ground her teeth in anger, then tossed the crystal ball aside.

As soon as he sensed that Bulma had stopped watching him, Sun Wukong let go of Chi-Chi's hand.

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

"Oh, sure!"

After lunch, Sun Wukong suddenly remembered that the Dragon Balls had been restored, so he spoke to the system.

"System, I want to make a wish!"

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

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

"Of course, Master!"

As soon as the words left the system, a mass of knowledge about the Memory Erasure Technique appeared in Sun Wukong's mind.

"Master, your wish has been granted!"

"My second wish is to unlock the potential within me!"

"Of course, Master!"

As soon as the words left the system, Sun Wukong's strength increased considerably.

"Master, your wish has been granted!"

West City, Bulma's house.

When Sun Wukong didn't come back, Bulma immediately went to her mother, Mrs. Brief, and cried to her.

"Now, Bulma, don't cry. Goku treats you pretty well. If all else fails... you could let Chi-Chi be your junior... if she's willing to listen to you!"

"Mom, how can you say that?"

Bulma was a little upset.

"If the person you liked were ordinary, I'd never agree to it. But Goku isn't ordinary!"

That afternoon, Sun Wukong didn't feel like going back to Bulma's house yet, so he went to North Kai's planet.

"G-Goku!"

"It's been a long time, King Kai!"

"It has! What brings you here today?"

"It's been a while since I trained here, so I thought I'd come back and train for a while!"

"T-Train for a while!"

North Kai was startled.

He'd finally had a few years of peace, and now Sun Wukong was back to train with him.

"Um, Goku, what happened? You were training just fine on Earth. Why did you suddenly come here?"

"Nothing much! Bulma and I had a bit of a disagreement recently."

"Bulma? You mean your girlfriend?"

"Yeah!"

"How long do you plan to train here?"

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

"A... a year!"

Hearing this, North Kai immediately contacted Fortune Teller Baba to see if she could help.

If Sun Wukong trained here for a year, he'd probably drive North Kai to his grave.