As Goku and Bulma approached the small village, they could sense that something wasn't quite right. The villagers were huddled together, peeking from behind doors and windows with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Bulma, riding her motorcycle, glanced down at the Dragon Radar.
"Looks like there's another Dragon Ball here," Bulma said, pointing toward the center of the village. "But why's everyone hiding like we're in some horror movie?"
Goku, ever oblivious to the obvious tension, hopped off the bike and looked around. "Maybe they're just shy? Or maybe it's lunchtime! I'm starving!"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I seriously doubt it's about food, Goku. Let's find out what's going on."
As they walked through the village, an old woman, hunched over with a cane, emerged from one of the houses and hobbled toward them. Her wrinkled face broke into a relieved smile when she saw the two travelers.
"Young ones!" the old woman cried out. "You must help us! We're being terrorized by a horrible monster!"
Bulma blinked. "A monster? Oh, great. That sounds dangerous."
Goku's eyes lit up. "A monster? Cool! Where is it? I wanna fight it!"
The old woman's expression turned grave as she explained. "His name is Oolong. He's a shapeshifting monster who comes to our village and kidnaps young girls! He's planning to marry one of them!"
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Oolong, huh? That name sounds familiar…"
Goku chuckled to himself. He remembered Oolong from the anime: a pig with terrible strength but impressive shapeshifting abilities. Of course, Goku hadn't told anyone about his knowledge of the anime timeline. Still, he couldn't resist cracking a smile at the thought of this so-called "monster."
The old woman continued, "If you can get rid of Oolong, I'll give you something precious—my Six-Star Dragon Ball!"
At the mention of the Dragon Ball, Bulma's eyes sparkled. "Deal! We'll take care of this Oolong for you!" She turned to Goku with a mischievous grin. "Alright, Goku. Here's the plan. You're going to dress up like the girl Oolong wants to marry, and when he shows up, we'll capture him."
Goku's face immediately dropped, his excitement disappearing. "Wait… you want me to dress up like a girl? No way!"
Bulma crossed her arms. "Oh, come on! It's the perfect plan! You'll trick Oolong, and we'll capture him before he even realizes it!"
Goku frowned. "But I don't want to wear girl clothes. I've got a better idea!"
Bulma sighed. "Okay, genius, what's your plan then?"
A mischievous grin spread across Goku's face. "I'll just challenge him to a fight and beat him up. He's not strong at all, trust me."
Bulma groaned. "Goku, this isn't just about fighting! We need to outsmart him too. Plus, Oolong's a monster, remember?"
Goku shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I'll handle it."
Bulma sighed and rubbed her temples. "Fine, but if you screw this up, you're wearing the dress!"
"Deal!" Goku said with a grin.
A little while later, the villagers had gathered in the town square, nervously waiting for Oolong to arrive. Goku stood at the ready, cracking his knuckles and bouncing on his toes. Meanwhile, Bulma stood nearby, watching with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity.
Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the edge of the village.
"Bring me my bride, or face the wrath of Oolong!"
A hulking figure, at least ten feet tall and covered in thick armor, stomped into the village square. The villagers gasped and trembled in fear as the monstrous form of Oolong approached. He looked more like a knight from a fairy tale than a pig, his voice deep and intimidating.
Bulma nudged Goku. "You sure about this?"
Goku smirked. "Trust me."
He stepped forward, raising his voice to get Oolong's attention. "Hey! You looking for a fight, or what?"
Oolong turned his armored head toward Goku, narrowing his eyes. "And who might you be? Another foolish villager trying to stop me?"
"Nah," Goku said casually. "I just wanted to see if you're really as tough as everyone says."
Oolong puffed out his chest, his deep voice booming. "I'm the mightiest warrior you'll ever face! No one can defeat Oolong!"
Goku stifled a laugh. He knew Oolong's real form was nothing more than a pudgy, weak pig. "Oh really? How about we settle this with a little fight then?"
Oolong's eyes gleamed with arrogance. "Very well, little boy. Prepare to meet your end!"
With that, Oolong charged at Goku, swinging his massive armored fist. But Goku, with his incredible speed, dodged the attack effortlessly. He zipped around Oolong, making the lumbering beast look even slower than he already was.
"Too slow!" Goku taunted, dancing out of the way of another attack.
Frustrated, Oolong's armor began to glow, and with a puff of smoke, he transformed into a gigantic bull with razor-sharp horns.
"Think you can dodge this?!" Oolong roared, charging at Goku once more.
But Goku, unfazed, leaped high into the air, landing behind Oolong in a flash. "I thought you'd be tougher!"
Bulma, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but smirk. "He's really playing with him."
With one final puff of smoke, Oolong reverted to his true form—a small, pudgy pig with a sour expression.
"That's it! I give up!" Oolong squealed. "You're too strong for me!"
Goku stood over Oolong with his arms crossed, grinning. "Told ya. You're not so tough after all."
The villagers, who had been watching in awe, slowly realized that the fearsome Oolong was nothing more than a weak pig. They erupted into cheers, celebrating their newfound freedom.
Bulma walked over, smirking. "Well, Goku, you were right. No need for the dress after all."
Goku chuckled. "Yeah, I figured I didn't need to go that far. But I'll wear the dress next time if it's more fun."
Bulma laughed. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
As the villagers gathered to thank Goku and Bulma, the old woman approached them, holding the Six-Star Dragon Ball in her hands.
"Thank you, brave warriors," she said, handing the Dragon Ball to Bulma. "You've saved our village."
Bulma's eyes sparkled as she accepted the Dragon Ball. "Another one down! We're getting closer to our wish!"
But before they left, Goku had one more request. "Hey, Bulma, since I helped take down Oolong, how about you build something for me?"
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What do you want now?"
"I've been thinking," Goku said, rubbing his chin. "I could really use a gravity belt to make my training tougher. Can you make that?"
Bulma's eyes widened. "A gravity belt? That's not easy to make, Goku!"
Goku grinned. "Come on, you're the smartest person I know! You can do it!"
Bulma sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Fine. But it's going to take some time. You're lucky I like a challenge."
With their new plan in mind and the Six-Star Dragon Ball in hand, Goku and Bulma continued their adventure, with Oolong begrudgingly tagging along—now that he was no longer terrorizing the village.
"Hey, Oolong," Bulma teased, "I've got a dress that might suit you better."
Oolong groaned. "Why is everyone always trying to put me in a dress…"
Goku burst out laughing, and their journey resumed with a trail of laughter echoing behind them.