After leaving behind the perverted old hermit, Goku, Bulma, and Mai made their way back to the capsule house to pick up their things. Bulma insisted on changing outfits. While the others were distracted, Mai slipped away behind a tree. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, she lifted one leg and removed her boot. With a small twist, the heel detached, revealing a hidden antenna.
She raised it to her mouth.
"Mai to Shu, I repeat: Mai to Shu… SHU, ANSWER!"
Back at a dark hideout, a fox ninja lay fast asleep with his feet kicked up on the communication machine. The sudden shout made him jolt, flipping backward off his chair.
"MAI! Is that you?! I thought you were dead!"
"No, I'm fine," she replied.
In the background, a high-pitched voice interrupted, "Is that Mai?"
Shu turned to the voice and nodded. A tiny blue man stepped into view, hands behind his back and glaring. Without a word, he pointed to the ground. Shu immediately dropped to all fours, allowing the pint-sized man to climb on his back and reach the mic.
"Mai," said Lord Pilaf coldly.
She stiffened. "Lord Pilaf! I'm okay—they didn't hurt m—"
"I DON'T CARE!" he snapped. "Where are the Dragon Balls?! I hope you have them."
"I... I don't," she admitted, eyes lowering. "But I know where they are. The guy who has them—he's a monster. I'm working on it."
"Mai… don't fail me."
"O-of course, Lord Pilaf."
The line went dead.
Mai slumped against the tree, arms hanging, a flicker of sadness crossing her face.
"Even if I'm a mercenary... I'm still a woman," she muttered. She wasn't sure if she meant it to be deep or just pitiful—but the truth lingered. She smacked both cheeks with her palms, regaining her composure, and marched back toward the house.
As she disappeared inside, the tree leaves above rustled slightly. Goku dropped down from a branch, landing silently with his hands in his pockets. He wore a sly little smile.
---
Later...
An hour and a half passed.
Goku and Mai waited in the capsule car. Goku's face twitched in pure irritation. Veins popped on his forehead before he finally slammed a fist on the car, lifting the front off the ground.
"I'M GONNA KILL HER!"
"Calm down, Mr. Goku," Mai said flatly. "She likes to take care of herself."
Goku shot her a glare—and saw that she was also pounding her fist into her palm, just as pissed.
Finally, Bulma emerged, turning the house back into a capsule with a ping. She got into the front seat, smiling.
"I rushed, okay? My hair's not even completely dry."
Goku and Mai turned to look at her in sync, their faces blank.
---
A Few Hours Later…
The capsule car rolled into the outskirts of a small village.
"The radar says the next Dragon Ball is here," Bulma announced, zooming in on the device.
They continued on foot into the village, but something felt off. It was dead quiet.
"Is this place abandoned?" Bulma asked. "There's no one around to even ask about the Dragon Ball."
"I'll just blast everything," Goku said, squatting on the ground. "Might as well make the search easier if it's all ash."
"I think it's the best course of action," Mai nodded.
"Shut up, you psychos!" Bulma snapped, marching to a nearby door. "Watch how a refined lady handles things."
She knocked on the door confidently. A beat later, it opened—with a massive shining axe swinging down from above.
"GAHH!" Bulma froze.
Goku dashed forward, yanking her out of harm's way just in time. The axe slammed into the ground between her legs. She landed hard on her butt, stunned. Then her eyes widened.
"SON! DESTROY THIS WHOLE VILLAGE!!" she grabbed onto Goku shirt.
"LET GO OF MY SHIRT! YOU'RE GETTING SNOT ON IT!" Goku shouted.
Mai already had her pistol drawn, aiming at the attacker.
The man held up his hands. "Wait, wait! We thought you were Oolong!"
"Who?" Goku asked, helping Bulma up.
---
The villagers soon gathered, apologizing and explaining the situation. A terrible shape-shifting monster named Oolong came to the village and kidnapped a young girl. This house was his next target.
A blushing girl wearing a poncho and a headband with a feather approached Goku blushing. "He's coming for my daughter next… we're really sorry," said her father. "Please forgive us."
"Hey mister," Bulma chimed in, "have you seen a ball like this?" She showed him the four Dragon Balls.
"Hmmm… nope. Never."
An old woman nearby piped up. "Wait! I have one!" She hurried off and returned with the 6-star Dragon Ball in hand.
"That's it!" Bulma shouted. "The six-star one!"
"What about this?" she offered. "In exchange for the ball, we'll take care of Oolong."
The villagers gasped. "You can't! He's a monster and we need to find the others kidnapped girls"
"Don't worry," Bulma said with a confident smirk.
She turned to Goku. "And I've got the perfect bait."
---
"You look super cute like that," Bulma teased.
"Shut up," Goku grumbled, cheeks red.
She had forced him into the village girl's clothes. Mai blushed and looked away.
"What are you staring at, freak?" Goku barked.
"Nothing!" she said quickly, eyes darting.
"Stick to the plan," Bulma whispered, hiding behind a door with Mai.
Goku stood alone in the empty street. Silence. Then—heavy stomping footsteps echoed.
A towering, grotesque monster in a tuxedo appeared, holding a bouquet.
"Hello, honey! I'm your new husband. I've come to take you home!"
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"Yeah… okay," Goku said, pitching his voice higher. "oh ! why don't you look at me ? Oh I know ! this form is scary. Wait! TRANSFORM!!!"
Oolong suddenly morphed into a tall, handsome man.
From behind the house, Bulma popped out. "Hi, mister! My name's Bulma. Nice to meet you~"
Oolong blinked. "Y-your bust size?"
"85 cm, sir," Bulma said, opening her vest and puffing out her chest.
Oolong looked between them. "Who should I take…?"
"Why not both?" he grinned, He leans towards Goku " why are you silent ? this is better now"
The moment his hand touched Goku's shoulder—SMACK!
A reflexive, brutal backhand sent Oolong flying and crashing into the dirt, reverting into his real form—a tiny, pathetic pig creature.
Goku ripped the dress clean in half, muscles flexing as the fabric tore away. His eyes were wide and furious.
"I CAN'T DO IT!!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Mai screamed, bursting out of hiding.
She dove to the ground next to the shredded dress, face full of anguish.
"Nice one, Son!" Bulma snapped. "Now how are we supposed to find out where the girls are?!"
"No more dress," Goku said, straightening up. "We're doing it my way."
---
Later…
Oolong slowly regained consciousness, his face swollen and puffy. The world around him was flat, empty, dry. Not a tree in sight. Not even a bush.
Then he caught a whiff—smoke… roasting meat…
He turned.
Goku sat by a fire, spinning something thick and sizzling over the flames.
"W-Who are you?! Where am I?!" Oolong panicked, clutching his face.
"This place?" Goku said calmly. "No trees, no caves, no tricks. If you try to turn into a bird—I'll shoot. Bug? I'll stomp. And if you don't talk…"
He pointed at the spit.
The meat.
Oolong's eyes bulged. He gulped. Sweat poured down.
"I-I-I'll talk! I'll talk!!"
He confessed everything—the kidnapped girls, their location, and agreed to lead the villagers there himself.
---
Oolong's Mansion…
The group stormed Oolong's estate—parents shouting names, crying out for their daughters.
And what did they find?
A group of girls… pampered and luxurious, lounging in silky dresses, sipping fruit drinks, and enjoying the finest food the pig-faced monster could offer.
They weren't hostages. They were living in total bliss.
Goku blinked. "Take the ball and let's go."
---
Later that day…
The group drifted peacefully down a slow-moving river in a capsule boat. Goku sat in the back with his arms crossed. Mai leaned over the side, letting the wind hit her face. Bulma stretched out under a parasol.
And somehow… Oolong was still with them.
"Why is he here?" Goku asked, side-eyeing the pig.
"I forced him to come," Bulma said, casually checking the radar. "His powers might be useful."
"What powers?" Goku scoffed. "Running away and lying?"
"He can shapeshift," Bulma said, "that can become handy"
"Only two Dragon Balls left!" Bulma grinned.
"I hate this adventure," Oolong groaned. "It's a pain in the ass."
"We'll need to stop soon and find somewhere to sleep," Bulma added. "It's gonna get hot, so me and Mai will just sleep in our underwear tonight."
Mai, resting her chin on her hand, sighed. "Huh."
Oolong's cheeks burned red. He side-eyed Mai's athletic body, then turned to Bulma.
"W-Well, y'know… Sometimes a little vacation is nice. I guess I'll, uh… join y'all~"
Goku stared at him like he was a roach.
"Men…" he muttered in disgust.