c64: Guilty! Monaka Cried After Being Beaten
After the intense sparring match with Gotenks, Luya and the rest returned to Capsule Corporation, where the celebratory banquet was finally underway.
But the moment Chi-Chi and Bulma laid eyes on their sons looking like battle-damaged beggars, the fury of motherhood exploded.
"What happened to you two?!"
"Trunks! Your hair! Your clothes!"
"Goten! I told you not to sneak off and fight!!"
Despite trying to explain, both Goten and Trunks were immediately dragged off for a bath and Luya, still stained from combat, was included in the forced cleanup.
Afterward, Luya stepped out of the shower, refreshed and in high spirits. The fight had brought him more than just sweat and bruises. Thanks to the system's feedback, he'd received a generous combat power reward. More importantly, the unique dual energy signature of Trunks and Goten had accelerated his progress, he was now only a step away from unlocking Super Saiyan God!
Even better, he had absorbed a new technique: Gotenks' bizarre but deadly Super Ghost Kamikaze Attack—those mischievous ghost-bombs. With some refinement, Luya realized he could use them for area denial against high-speed enemies.
He grinned. "Perfect against guys like Hit."
But he was still slightly disappointed. Neither Gohan nor Goku had arrived.
"If Gohan had come," Luya muttered to himself, "I could've siphoned some of his Mystic energy… damn."
Just then, Bulma, who was chatting with Chi-Chi and the other ladies, looked around and suddenly asked:
"By the way, where is Goku?"
Chi-Chi sighed and replied, "He's still out farming. Said he'd come by later."
"Goku? Farming? Now that's rare," Bulma said, visibly surprised.
"Hmph," Chi-Chi huffed. "It's not like I have a choice. If he doesn't help, I'd have to do everything myself."
Bulma chuckled, glancing toward Vegeta. "I used to think Vegeta was the laziest husband in the universe. But turns out Goku's not much better."
Vegeta, who had just joined the group, grimaced. "Tch."
"What about Gohan?" Bulma added.
Chi-Chi shook her head. "He's been really busy since the tournament. He said he'd try to stop by later, but I doubt it."
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Just then, Vegeta leaned toward Bulma and muttered:
"Are you sure throwing this celebration banquet is a good idea? Don't forget what happened at your last party."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, that was a fluke! I've prepared everything this time. Nothing will go wrong. The food is top-tier, no spoiled pudding, I swear."
Vegeta grunted but said nothing more.
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Suddenly, Jaco, who had been idly munching snacks, stood up, eyes narrowed as he scanned the sky.
"Hm? They're here."
VROOOOMMM!!
A loud sound echoed overhead as a futuristic flying car descended from the clouds.
"A flying car? In this era?" Krillin asked, raising a brow.
Jaco puffed up. "This isn't just any flying car. I paid a fortune for that express delivery. That, my friends, is food... from the Galactic Gourmet Federation!"
The car landed smoothly on the lawn. A moment later, the door opened—and out stepped a familiar figure in a casual jumpsuit, wearing a delivery cap.
"H-Hey!" the man greeted nervously. "Special delivery!"
The crowd gasped.
"Huh?! Isn't that—!?"
With wide eyes, Krillin pointed. "Monaka?! What the—!? Why are you delivering food?!"
After all, Monaka was supposedly the strongest fighter in Universe 7! The one who defeated Hit after Goku couldn't!
But now... he was standing there with a tablet, asking for a signature.
Vegeta, Piccolo, and even Tien looked visibly uncomfortable. The awkward truth was slowly unraveling and none of them wanted Goku to find out.
"U-Uhh..." Monaka stammered, quickly handing the delivery receipt to Jaco. "Please sign here!"
Jaco, who was in on the act, just chuckled and signed. "Thanks for being so fast!"
But Bulma, always clueless to the deeper context, walked over excitedly. "Oh Monaka! Why so early? Where's Beerus and Whis?"
"Um... I'm not with Lord Beerus today," Monaka said, sweating nervously.
As he said that, he briefly recalled what happened a few days ago on Beerus' planet:
The God of Destruction handing him a cart full of zeni and ordering him to keep up the façade.
"Goku must never learn the truth."
The memory made Monaka shudder.
He glanced around, quickly confirming:
"Good. Goku's not here."
"Oh well, you're already here, just join us for the celebration!" Bulma insisted with a bright smile.
Monaka hesitated. "I... I still have deliveries to make..."
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Just then, a familiar gust of wind blew across the compound.
"Yo! I'm here!"
Goku's cheerful voice rang out from above as he flew down, grinning like a child.
Monaka froze.
Oh no.
Luya, standing nearby, immediately noticed Monaka's terrified expression. He raised an eyebrow.
"Yo! Monaka! Glad you came!" Goku waved excitedly, completely unaware of the awkward tension. "You ready for a rematch?"
Monaka turned pale.
"N-No! I... I didn't come for fighting, I'm just delivering... food..."
"Huh? But you're the strongest, right?" Goku said, tilting his head. "C'mon, just one spar!"
Monaka took a step back, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Luya suddenly realized what was happening. He remembered how Beerus had lied to Goku, claiming Monaka was stronger than even him, just to push Goku to train harder.
"This guy... he's not a fighter at all," Luya thought.
But Goku wasn't letting go. "Come on! Don't be shy!"
Before anyone could intervene, Goku lunged forward with a playful jab, just enough to test Monaka.
BOINK!!
Goku barely tapped him.
CRASH!!
Monaka flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into a table full of desserts, whipped cream flying everywhere.
"Ow... that hurts..."
Monaka sat up, dazed and teary-eyed, his cheeks puffed red from the hit.
"W-Whaaa!!"
And then... Monaka began crying.
Full-on tears, sobbing like a child.
Everyone stood frozen.
"Eh?! Did I hit too hard?" Goku scratched his head, confused. "But that was just a poke..."
Vegeta smacked his forehead.
Luya exhaled sharply. "So the truth's out now, huh?"
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Would Goku finally realize the lie behind Monaka's strength?
And would Beerus show up in time to cover it up again?
One thing was clear: Monaka would never accept another "delivery" to Capsule Corp again.
"Hey! Don't turn me down now! And remember what I told you last time!"
Just then, the ever-flamboyant Mr. Satan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, throwing his arms dramatically around Monaka, who flinched in awkward panic.
"U-Uh..."
Monaka was clearly overwhelmed by Satan's overwhelming enthusiasm.
"How about it? Wanna be the face of my gym? I've got the posters printed and everything!" Satan grinned, then waved enthusiastically to the side. "Hey! Get over here!"
Everyone turned to look.and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Striding toward them was a man dressed in an oversized Monaka costume. The outfit was nearly 90% identical to Monaka, but with exaggerated proportions—he was taller, buffer, and looked more like a musclebound superhero than a deliveryman.
As the mascot removed his hood, he gasped, "Mr. Satan… it's hard to breathe in this thing!"
Satan waved him off and turned back to Monaka with pride. "Well? Whaddya think, Mr. Monaka? You and the mascot image ambassadors for Satan Strong Gym!"
Monaka's response was immediate and panicked:
"NO!!"
"Wha?" Satan staggered back, genuinely shocked. "Did you just reject me?! Me, the world champion?!"
Before Satan could press further, two high-pitched voices rang out:
"Yo! It's Uncle Monaka!!"
Trunks and Goten dashed over, their faces glowing with excitement. They skidded to a stop right in front of Monaka, beaming up at him.
"H-Hello..." Monaka said weakly, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Haha! Why are you here, Uncle Monaka?" Trunks asked. "Lord Beerus said you're, like, super strong, right?"
Nearby, Vegeta's eyes widened in alarm. He immediately sensed danger and shouted:
"Trunks! Stop! Back off right now!!"
"What? We barely get to see Uncle Monaka!" Trunks said, oblivious to the tension. He smiled brightly and gave Monaka a friendly thump on the chest:
"You're, like, the strongest in Universe 7, right, Mon"
BOOM!!
Before he could finish the sentence, Monaka was launched backward like a cannonball, spinning through the air before crashing into a stack of empty tables!
"WHAT?!"
Everyone gasped in unison.
"Monaka! Are you okay?!" Bulma rushed forward in concern.
"Trunks!!!" Vegeta's face turned pitch black with rage.
Trunks looked at his own hand in disbelief.
"I… I didn't even hit him that hard... I barely tapped him! B-But isn't Uncle Monaka supposed to be the strongest in the universe?"
The comment sent a wave of awkward silence through the crowd.
Now everyone including those not in the know started looking confused.
"That's true… why'd he go flying like that?" Krillin muttered.
Then suddenly
"Waaaahhh!!"
A loud, pitiful sob echoed from the heap of overturned furniture.
Monaka had started crying.
For a moment, everyone stood frozen.
"Wait... Monaka's crying?!" Yamcha's jaw dropped.
"Did… did we get the wrong Monaka?" 18 blinked in confusion.
"No," muttered Piccolo with a twitching brow. "That's the real one, alright."
Krillin leaned over to Piccolo and whispered:
"Hey, don't tell me… Monaka doesn't actually know martial arts, does he?"
Piccolo narrowed his eyes but didn't respond directly.
"...Who knows?"
Luya, standing on the side, watched without the slightest surprise.
He already knew the truth.
That Beerus had made up Monaka's strength as a bluff to push Goku beyond his limits.
Then suddenly—Luya's expression sharpened.
He turned toward the sky, eyes narrowing.
Something powerful was coming.
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