When the villagers saw Oolong get angry, they whispered in fear.
"It's over!"
"That kid dares challenge Oolong—he'll get killed!"
"I'm scared Oolong will accidentally step on him!"
"What a fine boy… such a waste to die here."
"Why did we let an outsider stand up for us? That's too cruel."
"So small… and he's going to die. What a shame."
"He's not even up to Oolong's knees, and he still points at him… he must have a death wish…"
"Such a pity…"
Seeing Goku pointing the Power Pole at him,
Oolong pulled out a massive cleaver.
Sunlight glinted off the blade, cold and murderous.
Some villagers wanted to cover their eyes already.
They couldn't bear to watch the little guy get chopped to mush.
Oolong was all bluff, no real strength.
He kept talking trash.
"Hmph! You dare provoke me?
When I get mad, I'm terrifying!
I'll show you what I can do!"
Goku crooked a finger at him. "Enough talk. Come on!"
Oolong felt humiliated, roared, and swung his cleaver down at Goku.
The huge body, the flashing blade—
it really did look oppressive.
Even Bulma, who knew his true colors, felt a twinge of tension.
Inside their houses, villagers' pupils shook violently.
They could almost see a tiny body split in half.
Fear surged, their scalps tingling.
Several pretty young girls—
the ones most likely to be kidnapped—
clenched their fists by their mouths, trembling.
"Little hero… please don't die!"
Some girls' legs went weak and they dropped to their knees.
One girl even turned and cried,
"Dad, I'll go out. I'll marry Oolong!
Don't let that boy die for us!"
Her father stopped her right away.
"Don't be stupid. Hide.
Oolong's already furious. No one can save him now."
At the instant Oolong's cleaver was about to hit Goku's neck,
Goku tilted his head and casually dodged it.
Oolong's speed was far too slow—
to Goku, it was basically slow motion.
Goku said, "You're too slow. You're obviously weak."
He jumped, spun the Power Pole with both hands,
and smashed it down.
Bulma shouted in panic, "Goku, don't kill him!"
Goku wasn't aiming to kill.
He deliberately slowed the staff a hair.
Oolong barely managed to retreat and avoid the blow.
Oolong dodged—
but the staff slammed into the ground in front of him.
In an instant, a thunderous explosion rocked the village.
A fierce wave of air blasted outward,
a violent gale scattering dust and debris.
Crack!
Crackcrackcrack—
Stone slabs split open in a long jagged fissure
that tore through the street and out of town
until it disappeared into the distance.
Everyone inhaled sharply.
What a terrifying strike!
Then the crack widened further, opening into a trench half a meter wide.
Oolong's legs went limp.
He didn't even dare look at Goku now.
He couldn't believe this tiny kid was that monstrous.
That single swing could split mountains and shatter boulders.
The power was beyond anything he'd imagined.
If that staff landed on him,
his bones would be smashed to dust.
Normally he'd have transformed into a bird and fled already.
But after seeing that strength,
he completely lost the courage to run.
He couldn't escape. This kid was too strong.
With a thud, Oolong dropped to his knees
and started banging his forehead on the ground.
"Mercy, hero!!!
Please don't kill me! I confess!"
Goku smoothly sheathed the Power Pole on his back
and turned to Bulma.
"Done!
Bulma, I'll leave the rest to you!"
Bulma exhaled, nodding.
Even she was surprised—
Goku was stronger than in her previous life.
At this age, he'd cracked the earth with one blow.
She'd been sweating for Oolong too.
She was genuinely afraid Goku might kill him.
Still… Goku's style just now was incredible.
He was seriously cool.
Oolong had reverted into a little pig,
pathetically kneeling in front of them.
And his crotch was wet.
The villagers, seeing that unstoppable blow and the terrified Oolong,
lost their fear and came out.
"Young man, your kung fu is amazing!"
"That strike was awesome!"
"Hey kid, want a wife?
After we rescue my daughter, I'll give her to you.
She worships heroes—she'd even agree to be your second wife!"
Another villager said quickly,
"My daughter hasn't been kidnapped, she's totally 'clean.'
How about letting her marry you later?"
He dragged his daughter over—a pretty little girl blushing, head down.
Yet another villager squeezed in with his own daughter.
"Young man, consider mine instead!
Look at her—wide hips, strong body, can have kids. You won't lose!"
Bulma's forehead twitched.
"Enough!"
The moment she spoke, the air went dead silent.
After Goku's performance, they understood not to judge by size.
If a little Goku was this scary,
then the girl traveling with him might be even scarier.
They all got it:
Goku was clearly somebody important to her.
Do not mess with her.