Son Gohan Was Dead; His Killer Was Son Gohan (Part 2)

On the ring, the masked old man, Son Gohan, was driven to the edge by Son Wukong's fierce attacks.

But in truth, Son Wukong had been holding back. She was using strength meant for a tournament, not for battle. If she had truly gone all out, the arms Son Gohan was using to defend himself would have been broken long ago.

To Son Wukong, this was a fun match. Her opponent was weak, yet difficult to deal with; it seemed he could see through her every move. But to the masked old man, Son Gohan, this was a fight for his life (even though he was already dead). His familiarity with Son Wukong as her grandfather, and with the Turtle Hermit School as one of its disciples, had sustained him miraculously until now. But the enormous gap in their fighting strength was impossible to overcome. Son Gohan couldn't counterattack and could only inch toward defeat.

After he was knocked to the ground once more, the masked old man finally stopped resisting.

"Impressive," the old man said as he lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky. His voice held a trace of melancholy, along with a hint of relief.

"Wukong can live on her own now, even without me, can't she?"

"What are you talking about?" Faced with an opponent who had given up resisting, Son Wukong obviously couldn't keep attacking. She asked in confusion.

"How sad. You still haven't recognized me, even at the very end?" The old man got to his feet and dusted off his clothes. Then Son Gohan removed the rabbit mask from his face.

"It's me."

"G-Grandpa?"

Seeing the face she had thought she would never see again, Son Wukong trembled all over, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Grandpa!!"

She threw herself into Son Gohan's arms and burst into tears.

"Aren't you going to call that guy Grandpa?" Bulma asked Zhang Wutian from the other side.

"Careful, or I'll beat up your boyfriend." Zhang Wutian glanced at Bulma and said calmly.

Bulma, please stop talking!! Yamcha's tears were streaming down his face, too.

Son Gohan took Son Wukong by the hand, and the two of them walked over to the others.

First, he greeted his master, Master Roshi.

"It's been a long time, Master."

"Long time no see. This may sound a little strange, but how have you been in the afterlife?"

"Heh heh, I've been very happy in the afterlife."

After exchanging some pleasantries, Son Gohan went over to Zhang Wutian.

"Are you Zhang Wutian? Wukong has told me a lot about you."

As he spoke, Son Gohan patted Zhang Wutian on the shoulder. "Not bad. You're a solid young man, a fine fellow with a bright future. Thank you for taking care of Wukong."

"Actually, Wukong is the one who's been taking care of me. Without her, I would've died when I got lost in the mountains at the beginning."

"I heard about you, the traveler who got lost. Wukong told me she used artificial respiration to save you back then." His kind, benevolent face suddenly grew mischievous as he winked.

At that, Zhang Wutian remembered what had happened back then.

This old man wasn't as proper as he looked. He was the shameless old coot who had taught Son Wukong that artificial respiration technique in the first place.

"So you really egged Wukong on?"

"Heh heh heh..." Son Gohan chuckled triumphantly. He patted Son Wukong's hair and said, "If I hadn't taught her that trick, my silly granddaughter might never have found a suitable husband. Things are just right now. Yes, you pass. As Wukong's only family, I approve of your marriage."

"Wait, what marriage? Don't make decisions on your own! I only dote on Wukong like she's my daughter. And what about what Wukong wants? Aren't you going to ask her?"

"Wukong, do you want to be with Zhang Wutian forever?"

"Yes!" At her grandfather's question, Son Wukong nodded eagerly.

"Then go hug him and use the method I taught you to give him artificial respiration!"

The next instant, Son Wukong obediently pounced on Zhang Wutian and kept kissing his face.

"Dummy, stop!" Zhang Wutian was forced to twist and dodge, her arms wrapped around him.

"No, I'm going to listen to Grandpa."

"Heh heh heh. You've hugged him and kissed him, so are you really going to refuse to take responsibility, young man?" Son Gohan beamed from the sidelines.

"Zhang Wutian, don't you want to be with me?" Son Wukong asked pitifully from his arms. Zhang Wutian actually found her adorable like this. He couldn't help softening, and felt like agreeing to anything she asked.

But he couldn't get past the fact that Son Goku—Kakarot—was a little girl. Ashamed of his wavering resolve, Zhang Wutian blurted out, "I dote on you like you're my daughter, and you want to get with me?! You're just Wukong. You're still ten years too young to marry me!!"

It was only a stock phrase that had slipped out, like the line, "You're just a hero. You're still ten years too young to beat me." But the old man, Son Gohan, seized on the opening.

"So you mean you plan to marry my Wukong in ten years? Hmm, that's a little late, but by then Wukong will only be twenty-three or twenty-four. That's an acceptable age for marriage."

"Zhang Wutian, can we stay together forever?" Though Son Wukong didn't know exactly what marriage meant, she had clearly set her heart on Zhang Wutian. She simply wanted to be with him.

Looking at Wukong, at the smiling Son Gohan, and then at the onlookers wearing all kinds of expressions, Zhang Wutian's face became a fascinating sight.

It would've been a lie to say he didn't want to be with Son Wukong. After everything they'd been through, Zhang Wutian had long since thought of her as his inevitable companion. He had already made a place for Wukong by his side. Though he was always joking that Wukong was his daughter, if that daughter actually brought home a boyfriend, anyone could imagine how Zhang Wutian would feel as her dad.

But...

Looking at Son Wukong's elementary-school-sized body, and the fact that she was mentally just as much of a child, Zhang Wutian thought that he really couldn't be that depraved. There had to be some basic standards.

"Wukong's still too young. Let's talk about this another time!"

"You're blushing," Miss Bulma remarked. Though her battle power was a measly five, her eyes were pretty sharp this time.

"Really. Even the tips of his ears are red."

Since Yamcha's buddy Puar was always floating in the air, he had noticed something was off about Zhang Wutian from a different angle.

"Congratulations to you both on a long and happy life together. Zhang Wutian, you'd better treat Wukong well. At least wait five years before doing that kind of thing, okay?" Yamcha, were you trying to get yourself killed?

"You bunch of gloating jerks..." Zhang Wutian gritted his teeth in anger. But the next moment, soft lips pressed against his. His irritation and embarrassment were washed away and then dispelled by a cool, refreshing feeling.

He lowered his head and looked at Son Wukong, who had kissed him but had no idea what the gesture meant, smiling at him so innocently. Zhang Wutian's heart softened.

"Zhang Wutian, I'm entrusting Wukong to you. Please take care of her." Son Gohan spoke earnestly, as if entrusting Zhang Wutian with the most precious thing in his life. This time, he was utterly solemn.

Looking at the old man, Son Gohan, who still worried over his granddaughter even after his death, Zhang Wutian couldn't bring himself to refuse, no matter what.

"You're all a bunch of hopeless weirdos. I give up!!" He said it awkwardly, but kept holding Wukong and never put her down.

Watching the scene, the old man Son Gohan stroked his snowy-white beard and smiled with satisfaction.

It was such a shame that he wouldn't get to see Wukong get married. If she had a child, it would probably be a healthy little one. What a shame it wouldn't have the Son surname...

The old man, who could only remain in the living world for one day, felt a deep pang of regret.

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