Pre-Wedding Party

Inside the martial arts hall!

Looking at everyone's gazes, especially Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Son Goku, and Vegeta, Son Wuling said speechlessly, "You've all been waiting for this day! I've installed a lightning rod in my house, Krillin, don't worry. As for the rest, there's fruit, snacks, beer, and drinks too. Goku, if you dare set the house on fire, believe me, I'll wipe you out!"

Finally, when it came to Son Goku, it turned into a threat. He was genuinely afraid that Son Goku would actually cause such a thing, so he prepared several fire extinguishers at home beforehand.

Krillin rubbed his smooth head and said speechlessly, "Wuling, isn't Mr. Popo here?"

Vegeta clenched his fist, raised his wine glass directly at Son Wuling, and shouted through gritted teeth, "Enough nonsense, Wuling! If we don't drink you under the table, we're not going home today. We'd better have a good time before the wedding, right!"

"Great! Everyone, I'm so happy that we're all gathered here today. You all had a blast and had a great time. Cheers!"

Son Wuling raised his glass high. Son Gohan, being underage, was drinking a beverage or alcoholic drink. Piccolo could also drink. Before they knew it, everyone was having a great time!

Meanwhile, in Son Wuling's apartment, Number 18 faced the same problem as Son Wuling— Videl was also drinking a beverage! But gradually, as she drank, the atmosphere became lively, causing Videl to nervously take out her video camera while clutching her drink.

Number 18 is incredibly strong, needless to say. At this moment, she is holding Bulma, using the drunken, lifeless Bulma as a microphone, with background music playing all around, and singing into her head effortlessly, even with just one hand.

"Pork lard bones, use them for braising, you forgot to wash the eggs again, oh dear, I cooked a bag of instant noodles..."

Number 18's cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were filled with a dreamy look. Although her steps were unsteady, her voice was soaring, and the Gurenge echoed throughout the entire apartment.

"Wow... Number 18, that's amazing!"

Even though Chi-Chi was pregnant at the time, she was having a blast, raising her wine glass and cheering loudly.

Besides Videl, Tights, Mai Wu, Lan-Fan, Snow, Violet, Launch, and others were all drunk, completely losing their usual composure, raising their glasses and cheering loudly.

"Use the pineapple as a tool, the spoiled Romeo yoke leaves, the fifth child is crying halfway, the gourd is used to feed the child, four bags of rice aren't enough for my braising, the pervert should be killed, and I even braised your aunt, are you too lazy to make salad? But I have to make it one by one! Several bowls of chicken hearts opened, the pervert should be killed..."

At this moment, Bulma, who was drunk, was singing "The Gurenge"with Number 18 absorption. While Bulma was suffering an experience she shouldn't have had to endure, Videl felt as if she had entered a new world and recorded everything without missing a beat.

The atmosphere at the girls' club was heated up because of the Gurenge" sung by contestant Number 18. Son Wuling, facing so much drinking, finally started to let loose and revealed an unusual side of himself.

He was 1.83 meters tall, and he was holding Vegeta, who was constantly clamoring for Son Wuling to wear women's clothing. Just like Number 18, as the music started, Son Wuling began to sing.

"Following the undulating landscape, the gentle curves of the rivers and mountains, let love roam freely in the Central Plains, the North and the South, facing the icy winds and snowy mountains, with the tender companionship of rain..."

Even Piccolo had forgotten which Namekian, Son Gohan was drinking a beverage and hiding to the side with a camera, Android 16 and Eighter were also staring wide-eyed. The computers in their heads made them unable to understand what was going on.

"I really want to live another five hundred years..."

With a final shout, he casually tossed the unconscious Vegeta, who was completely disoriented, onto the sofa some distance away, then uncontrollably sat down on the floor, looking utterly bewildered.

"Well sung... Wuling!"

Wow... I really want to live another five hundred years!

"Mr. Wuling, one more!"

Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Broly shouted loudly.

Son Goku held up his wine glass, let out a burp, and looked at Vegeta, who had just been tossed onto the sofa by Son Wuling, looking quite drunk.

"Hehehe... Vegeta, you can't hold your liquor either, huh? Hehehe... Yay!"

After saying that, Son Goku transformed into Super Saiyan, holding a bottle of liquor, and uncontrollably sat down on the ground, laughing.

Vegeta slowly stretched out his hand. In his hazy consciousness, he heard Son Goku's voice and realized he really didn't want to move anymore.

"Kakarot, Kakarot, Son Wuling, crossdressing, I absolutely have to!"

Vegeta's arms slumped limply, and he spoke haltingly.

"Ah, women's clothing!"

Son Goku shouted loudly at Son Wuling, "Hey, Wuling, Vegeta wants to wear women's clothes!"

Son Gohan looked at Son Goku and said indifferently, "Dad, you..."

"What? Vegeta wants to dress as a woman!"

Son Wuling's eyes lit up, and he sprang to his feet, swaying as he walked over to Vegeta and Son Goku.

Broly, holding his wine glass, watched Son Goku transform into Super Saiyan and laughed, "Hahaha... golden now, Kakarot, watch me turn you green! Oops..."

Broly felt dizzy and collapsed weakly onto the drunken Master Roshi and Krillin, his feet pressing down on the already hyped and asleep Oolong. His hands continued to stroke Master Roshi and Krillin's shiny bald heads.

"Oh dear, these two are round and quite firm, but unfortunately I'm too full, I feel awful, ugh..."

Broly, Krillin, Master Roshi were surrounded by a strong smell of alcohol. Piccolo, who was also quite drunk, kept slapping the floor and shouting at Son Gohan, "Gohan, go get the women's clothes! Go get the women's clothes right now!"

"Ah... Uncle Piccolo, but what about Mom and the others over there..."

Like Son Gohan Android 16 and Hachi, Eighter remained sober and looked at Vegeta. He felt that it wasn't right to persecute Vegeta like this; now that he was drunk, he had truly become a tragic figure.

"It's okay, there are some at the martial arts gym. Gohan, wait a minute, let me ask Vegeta what kind of women's clothing he wants to wear! Hey, Vegeta, which one do you choose!"

Son Wuling slapped Vegeta and asked loudly.

Vegeta impatiently slapped Son Wuling's hand away and replied, "Damn it, Son Wuling, bikini, give me a bikini! I fell for your trick! If I could do it all over again, I would definitely have chosen the bikini!"

Son Wuling smiled, looked at Son Gohan, and shouted, "Did you hear that? Bikini, Gohan, go to the storage room and bring me the bikini!"

"This..."

Looking at the Piccolo Son Gohan, Android 17, Son Goku, Tien Shinhan, and Little Cell., Gohan silently mourned for Vegeta and went to get the bikini.

On the girls' side, after the Gurenge Song on the Number 18, feeling quite annoyed, she tossed the drunken Bulma in her hand onto the sofa, slumped down uncontrollably, and revealed a faint smile.