Click click click...
The camera flashes nonstop.
Behind the door and window, Krillin looked speechlessly at Bulma, who had pulled out her phone and was furiously snapping pictures of the street outside. This woman had a problem, didn't she? Why was she so excited about taking pictures of Goku in a dress? Every now and then, Bulma let out a lewd giggle, and Krillin felt a headache coming on.
"Is he really going to be okay...?"
The village chief and his wife were staring nervously at Goku on the street. At that moment, the ground trembled—a giant beast had walked right up behind Goku, who had his back turned. A looming shadow enveloped him, the visual impact intense... that is, if you ignored the fact that Goku was squatting on the ground, facing away from the dragon-man, with a completely calm and bored expression.
"Hehehe... little girl, are you the offering prepared for me this time?" Oolong's eyes sparkled as he reached out from behind to grab Goku's "delicate" figure. He was trembling with excitement, because this "girl" felt different—so... pure! Like a little white flower…
Just as his big hand reached out, Goku turned his head and looked up at Oolong with a puzzled expression.
"You're really tall..." Goku remarked, suddenly feeling a bit excited too. This opponent looked strong! Battle spirit lit up in his eyes. He casually grabbed Oolong's hand and, without thinking much, shouted "Haaah!"—and to his surprise, he threw the enormous opponent with far less effort than expected!
Boom!
Oolong was sent flying, tumbling a few times before landing on the ground. Dazed, he suddenly realized: Crap! I've run into another do-gooder martial arts master!
Because of the Martial Arts Association's rise, people like Oolong had been targeted and captured numerous times. Thanks to his shapeshifting technique, he'd barely managed to keep enjoying life till now. But those experiences had also given him a lot of "street smarts."
The instant Goku flung him, Oolong realized he'd walked right into a trap!
"He didn't even seem that strong... why didn't we just let Goku take him on from the start?" Krillin said, exasperated. The guy had shown up all menacing, and yet Goku had thrown him with one move. He turned to Bulma, annoyed.
Bulma coughed, put her phone away like nothing happened, and raised her hand in command. "Alright, Goku! Deal with that scumbag! Make him give up the names of his accomplices and help us rescue all the girls who were taken!"
With that, she and Krillin boldly rushed out into the open. The village chief and his wife stared in shock—was it over just like that? They stepped outside with their daughter, and soon, from both sides of the street, villagers began coming out, holding pots, pans, ladles, anything they could use as weapons.
"Damn it!" Oolong was furious. All that excitement for nothing. Seeing more and more villagers emerging, he grew more and more frustrated. He glared furiously at Goku—only to watch him rip off his wig and girly clothes...
Ptui! Dammit, it's a guy?!
"You're really weak... not at all like you looked." Goku said, pulling out his Power Pole and spinning it around in his hand before pointing it directly at the dragon-man sprawled on the ground. Even though the opponent was disappointingly weak, Goku was still glad to have helped someone out. "Stop doing bad things. Tell me where all the girls you took are, and I'll let you go!"
"Ptui! You think you can take my girls?! No way!" Oolong was fuming. The sweet, pure girl he thought he was getting had turned out to be a boy—gross! And now this guy wanted to take the girls he'd already gotten?! Even if those girls were greedy and exhausting, girls were still girls! A man never gives up his girls!
"Oh? So you're saying... all the girls are in your hands?" Bulma stepped forward, a glint of cunning in her eyes. She pointed to the ground where Oolong sat. "You there... whatever kind of scumbag you are, care to explain why someone your size got thrown by Goku without even raising a proper cloud of dust?"
"Y-you're spouting nonsense!" Oolong panicked and flatly denied it.
"All the girls are in his hands? What does that mean?" Krillin looked at Bulma in shock. "Didn't they say every time someone attacked this village, it was a different person?"
"Yeah, Bulma..." Goku also turned around, scratching his head with the Power Pole.
Bulma proudly explained, "Thanks to the rise of martial artists these years, I've studied a bit of the occult beyond just science... so I've heard of a special kindergarten down in the south!"
Oolong flinched the moment he heard south and kindergarten, and quietly started inching away.
"That kindergarten didn't teach normal stuff—it specialized in the mysterious art of shapeshifting! I'd been suspicious since I heard the villagers' descriptions—how could there be a whole batch of identical thugs? If it were really some massive gang, no way would none of them ever appear at the same time. And whenever the Martial Arts Association showed up to investigate, they always fled far away... and let's be honest, if they really liked kidnapping girls so much, what kind of pretty girls could they expect to find in this tiny village?"
"After Goku threw this guy just now, I'm even more convinced of my thoughts! Did you guys notice? This guy's huge and heavy body was thrown to the ground by Goku like that. Logically, there should have been some obvious marks on the ground from such a heavy fall... but the result doesn't match the 'weight' he looks like he should have..."
Bulma stepped closer, eyeing Oolong, who was drenched in sweat, with a dangerous glare. "I wasn't wrong, was I? This guy, who just came out of transformation kindergarten and can only scare people with transformations... pervert Mr. Oolong?"
With every sentence, she clenched her fist, as if she was itching to punch the useless big guy.
"Haha... ha! Yes, and so what! What's wrong with a man liking pretty girls?!" Oolong, at his wit's end, saw the villagers' expressions change from fear to doubt, and more and more of them showed indignation. He understood—his days of fooling people here were over.
BOOM!
The massive half-beast dragon body disappeared, replaced by a bat with a pig-head face!
"A bunch of idiots! You won't find those girls now!" The pig-head bat laughed loudly, flapping its wings and flying away.
Krillin snapped back to his senses, his anger surging to his head. "This bastard! He's so despicable!" He gritted his teeth, shocked by Oolong's shamelessness.
"He must have gone back to his hideout where he's keeping the girls! Goku, go follow him secretly!" Bulma wasn't shocked by Oolong turning into a bat and flying away—it was something she expected—so she immediately told Goku to chase after him. Goku had already started running, swung his Ruyi Bang and shouted, "Kinto'un!" He jumped high into the air and landed on the flying yellow cloud, speeding off.
The village chief had already been stunned multiple times today, to the point where he was almost numb. This series of twists and turns was more thrilling than a movie. The various rogues who had been intimidating and robbing their village turned out to be just a guy with strange transformation powers! And that little boy who wasn't afraid of his axe had a cloud that could fly to the sky!
"Do you really think we can get our village's girls back..." The villagers worried, surrounding Bulma and Krillin.
"We definitely can!" Bulma nodded with certainty.
Krillin was also infected by her strong confidence and comforted the villagers, "That's right, if it's Goku, he can definitely do it!"
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Meanwhile, Oolong was desperately fleeing back to his hideout.
It was a castle deep in the forest. Oolong could use his transformation abilities to turn into frightening monsters, which still had some deterrent effect on the low-intelligence beasts, so he built his hideout here. As soon as he returned, a group of giggling girls looked over at him.
"Didn't you buy new clothes?"
"What about the perfume you promised me?"
"No snacks? The fridge is already empty!"
Oolong was getting a headache and forced a smile. Suddenly, a clear shout came from the sky behind him. "So the girls are all here!" The voice came closer, and Oolong was struck with panic, nearly trembling. He turned around and saw, sure enough, Goku wielding the Ruyi Bang, jumping down from the sky, with a yellow cloud trailing behind him.
Boom!
Goku landed heavily and pointed at Oolong seriously. "My grandpa said, doing bad things is wrong! You're not allowed to hurt anyone!"
Oolong didn't dare to even breathe… He had already witnessed Goku's great strength, and now, as he examined Goku's face, he suddenly remembered something, turning even paler!
This guy—wasn't he the grandson of Son Gohan, the one who had participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament... Son Goku?!!!
Damn, what kind of terrible luck did I have today, running into such a heavyweight disaster?
"Why aren't you speaking?" Goku frowned, not wanting to bully someone with no will to resist.
The girls behind Oolong exchanged glances, but said nothing. Oolong took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of possible solutions. Finally, feeling the strange silence from the girls, an idea struck him. He squeezed out a smile that looked even worse than crying. "What do you mean by bad things? This is a huge misunderstanding! Just ask these girls, did I force them or stop them from going home?"
"Huh?"
Goku was taken aback, then looked carefully at the girls behind Oolong—brightly made-up, lively village girls. Indeed, none of them looked like they were being mistreated. Each one was glowing with vitality, and at this moment, they even seemed to be getting closer to Oolong, as if they wanted him to protect them.
And so, the little monkey was left confused...