Although Son Wukong in this world had become a woman, her personality had basically stayed the same. She was still an easygoing person. When faced with something she didn't understand, she simply chose to let it go and take things in stride.
Zhang Wutian had more thoughts than she did, but he wasn't the sort to get hung up on every little thing. Faced with Penguin Village suddenly disappearing, he figured that the place had always been strange anyway. It had even sent him traveling to another world, so something even stranger—like vanishing without warning—wasn't exactly impossible to accept.
Maybe Dr. Senbei Norimaki had built another incredible machine and made all of Penguin Village vanish.
Thinking about it that way, there didn't seem to be anything worth worrying over.
After putting the matter aside, Zhang Wutian looked at Son Wukong beside him, then at himself, and realized they were both in pretty bad shape.
Son Wukong had changed into a custom Turtle Hermit School uniform in the Red Ribbon Army's version while she was with them, but it had long since been reduced to tatters in her battle with Evil Son Goku. There was even a hole straight through her chest and out her back. As for Zhang Wutian, he was simply bare-chested.
Their spirits weren't in great shape, either. They had endured half a year of training and then a fierce battle. Zhang Wutian didn't know what Son Wukong was thinking, but all he wanted right now was to soak in a bathtub, then throw himself onto a bed.
"Let's go to my place and get some rest first."
"Zhang Wutian's place? Where is it?"
"I told you, didn't I? I opened a martial arts school in West City. Bulma lives right next door."
"Huh? Really? I had no idea."
"You only ever think about eating, training, and fighting, don't you?"
As they chatted, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong used the Flight Technique to head toward West City.
The closer they got to West City, the more aircraft filled the sky. Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, who could fly freely, immediately stood out.
They startled several pilots. With a crowd of people staring in shock, Zhang Wutian brought Son Wukong down at his home.
They had spent about three months in the other world (or half a day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber), and time had passed at the same rate in both worlds. So Zhang Wutian had been away from home for three months. The few servants he employed were understandably worried when they couldn't get in touch with him for so long, but he had paid them well. At least until their employment contracts expired, they would continue to serve him diligently.
So when Zhang Wutian brought Son Wukong home, they were immediately treated with every consideration.
New clothes? No problem, they were brought over right away. Food? It was being prepared at once. Bathwater? We have a bathtub bigger than a swimming pool!
While the servants bustled around, Zhang Wutian had already pulled Son Wukong into a warm bathtub, where they soaked in comfort.
"Ah, this feels great..."
Completely content, Zhang Wutian sank into the hot water and narrowed his eyes in bliss.
Son Wukong, meanwhile, used her tail to hold a brush and scrubbed her back beside the bathtub.
"Guess we're just about at the limit," Zhang Wutian muttered as he looked at Son Wukong from behind. "If you get any bigger, we won't be able to bathe together."
"What did you say, Zhang Wutian?" Son Wukong asked curiously.
"Nothing. I'll scrub your back for you."
"Okay."
Son Wukong obediently stood in front of Zhang Wutian, showing him her body without the slightest embarrassment.
But things like this had happened far too often back when they lived in the mountains. And Zhang Wutian wasn't some perverted lolicon who got turned on by elementary-schooler figures. He climbed out of the tub, wrapped a towel around himself, and began scrubbing Son Wukong's back.
"Your tail's really in the way."
Son Wukong seemed to be in a good mood, and her tail swished back and forth in front of Zhang Wutian, making it much harder for him to scrub her back.
So Zhang Wutian gave her tail a squeeze.
"Ah..." Son Wukong let out a soft moan, her body going a little limp. "Zhang Wutian, don't squeeze my tail. It feels so strange."
"Oh, right. I almost forgot about that. Your tail's your weak point, isn't it?"
A mischievous idea came to Zhang Wutian, and he grabbed Son Wukong's furry tail.
"This won't do. What if an enemy figures out your weakness and grabs your tail in the middle of a fight? Let me train your tail and help you overcome this weakness."
"Mm... Ah! Wait, don't... don't touch there!"
Rather than making her weak, it seemed to be stirring up some strange sensation. With Zhang Wutian holding her tail, Son Wukong trembled all over. An unnatural flush spread across her skin, and she struggled weakly, her voice thick and breathy.
Zhang Wutian was still caught up in the idea that squeezing a Saiyan's tail made them weak and helpless. He failed to notice the subtle difference between Son Wukong's reaction and what the story said should happen.
"What happens if I do this?" Holding Son Wukong's tail, Zhang Wutian ran his hand up and down it. Each stroke, with or against the grain, made her tremble more violently.
"No... don't... don't touch me... Mmmmmm!"
At last, Son Wukong shuddered violently. Her body went completely limp, and she slumped against Zhang Wutian, breathing heavily and staring blankly ahead.
"I think I overdid it. Hey, Wukong, are you okay?"
The dazed look on Son Wukong's face made Zhang Wutian realize something was wrong.
Wasn't she supposed to get weak when he grabbed her tail, then recover as soon as he let go? She looked just like...
"No way! Did I just uncover a secret about Saiyans that nobody knew about...?"
Finally realizing what had happened, Zhang Wutian drew a sharp breath and stared strangely at the small body in his arms. She seemed to have passed out, looking... satisfied?
A suspicious atmosphere filled the bathroom, and one part of Zhang Wutian's body shamefully grew hard.
"Calm down, calm down. How could I get turned on by a flat-chested little girl with an elementary-schooler's figure?!"
Son Wukong's body had actually developed a little by now, but Zhang Wutian couldn't be bothered to think about that at the moment.
He turned on the cold water and rinsed himself thoroughly, finally forcing the feeling down. Then he hurriedly finished bathing, dried off the unconscious Son Wukong, and carried her to the guest room in his arms. He laid her on the bed and tucked her in.
"Even like this, she's still just a little girl. If I wanted a woman, I'd go for someone like Bulma or Launch, with a figure to die for." Zhang Wutian idly poked Son Wukong's soft cheek as she slept.
But the strange feeling inside him wouldn't go away. The way he had once thought of Son Wukong as a girl without ever seeing her as a woman seemed to be gradually fading.
"I guess I should find myself a girlfriend, too."
Zhang Wutian thought to himself...
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