Dragon Ball Guilty

On a grassy field in the suburbs, there were three scrapped cars parked, which looked like scraps of metal. Judging from the setbacks they suffered, it was hard to imagine that they had ever been speeding along the track.

On the lawn, three figures sat. It is the owners of these three scrapped cars, Sun Wukong, Feng Zi, and Piccolo.

The three of them raced like crazy all the way, and they didn't know how many kilometers they ran. They only knew that the three cars came to the end. The chassis cover was melted by the high temperature, the car body was scarred up and down, and the metal bracket of the car was even dented. Continuing, as for the engines, they were already saying goodbye to their mission with white smoke halfway through...

In fact, it's not so much a racing game as it is a competition between three people on their control of Qi! Along the driveway, countless deep pits had been blasted out by three people using Qigong waves.

As for the driving school teacher who accompanied the three people in their crazy behavior, he passed out due to the huge stimulation. Afterwards, the three people called an ambulance and then sent him to the hospital.

"I'm so tired!" Sun Wukong found a comfortable position and lay on the lawn, looking up at the blue sky, and said with a smile.

Feng Zi and Piccolo, who were sitting next to Sun Wukong, glanced at each other and found that each other's expressions were a little tired.

"Hmph! You two idiots actually spent so much energy on something like this!" Piccolo said coldly.

Hearing this, Feng Zi curled her lips: "Green-skinned bastard, aren't you the same? If you're not convinced, let's have a fight!"

"Damn it!" Bick was filled with murderous aura and clenched his fists.

Sun Wukong made peace for a while, and he smiled bitterly and said: "You two should stop arguing. You've wasted so much energy. It's better to rest quietly for a while."

Feng Zi nodded: "Wukong, what you said makes sense. You are worthy of being a married man."

"..." Sun Wukong was confused.

Feng Zi said seriously: "Unmarried guys are always stupid."

Sun Wukong was stunned. He finally knew what Feng Zi wanted to express.

Piccolo looked at Feng Zi angrily, his eyes could kill.

"I heard from Bulma that people with dark skin can be transformed into white ones through plastic surgery. Damn you, you're green, go get plastic surgery!" Feng Zi continued.

"..." Sun Wukong didn't know what to say.

"Asshole." Piccolo gritted his teeth.

Sun Wukong saw that the situation was not good. If the two guys started fighting, it would definitely be difficult to end, so he changed the topic and said: "Feng Zi, is Bulma okay?"

"Very good." Feng Zi replied honestly.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and continued to ask: "When will you two have a child?"

"Why?" Feng Zi asked doubtfully.

Sun Wukong thought for a while and said in a somewhat indescribable way: "It's just two people together..."

"A fight?" Piccolo interjected.

Sun Wukong: "..."

"By the way, Wukong. Where did your Gohan get it?" Feng Zi asked, thinking that Sun Wukong was already a senior in this field.

"Uh..." Sun Wukong smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to explain this problem to Feng Zi. Although he already knew that Feng Zi would give birth to a daughter in the future, no matter what Sun Wukong imagined, Feng Zi could not associate him with having a child.

Sun Wukong said: "Feng Zi, come to my house for dinner! Qiqi knows more about this issue than me."

"Oh." Feng Zi nodded.

...

Baozi Mountain, home of Sun Wukong.

At this time, three figures slowly descended from the sky, and Sun Wuhan, who was reviewing his homework, happened to raise his head and saw this scene.

"Mom, dad and the others are back!" Sun Wuhan put down the pen in his hand and said happily to Qiqi who was busy in the kitchen.

After Qiqi heard Sun Wuhan's words, her voice came from the kitchen: "Gohan, go and open the door for dad and the others."

"Oh." Sun Wuhan responded obediently and opened the door.

As expected, the ones standing outside the door were Sun Wukong and others who had learned driving skills for a day.

Qiqi also walked out of the kitchen at this time and said with a smile: "Wukong, as expected, Feng Zi came to find you."

"Haha." Sun Wukong smiled. After taking off his shoes, he put on slippers and said, "I'm really exhausted today."

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Qiqi seemed like a good wife and mother, very polite.

Feng Zi took the initiative to say hello at this time: "I'm here for dinner, you're welcome."

"..." Qiqi's smile was a little stiff.

Feng Zi went directly to the topic and said: "Wukong asked me to ask you, how did you get the child?"

"..." Everyone was dumbfounded, including Sun Wukong, who had been mentally prepared. It’s just that Feng Zi’s way of speaking is too direct!

Qiqi stood there awkwardly. She glared at Sun Wukong angrily and didn't know how to answer Feng Zi's words.

"Is the child yours?" Feng Zi asked in confusion seeing that Qiqi was as confused as Sun Wukong.

Qiqi said angrily: "Of course."

Sun Wuhan watched these adults talking about him curiously. He also wanted to know how he came to be?

"Gohan, you go back to your room to review your homework first." Qiqi said quickly when she saw that Sun Wuhan was also listening.

Sun Wuhan let out a disappointed "Oh" and went back to his room a little disappointed.

"Gulu, Gulu..." Feng Zi suddenly heard such a sound coming from her stomach, so she said to Qiqi with some embarrassment: "Can we discuss the child while eating?"

"..." Qiqi regretted that she didn't go out to buy groceries at this time. She should avoid this plague god.