Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

That night.

The streets of Cocoa West Village were brightly lit.

All the villagers of Cocoyasi gathered in the street, clinking glasses and beaming with joy, their smiles never fading.

Uncle Jian, the village's sheriff, moved a stone from somewhere and stood on it with a ruddy complexion.

He, who was usually stern and unsmiling, seemed like a different person at this moment, putting the megaphone to his mouth and shouting loudly:

"Today! Today is the happiest day in all these years for our Cocoa West Village!"

"Because! The Arlong Pirates have occupied us for eight years!! Exploited us for eight years!! Made our little Nami suffer terribly for eight years!!"

"Today!! We've been defeated!!!"

Uncle Jian's neck veins bulged, and his face was even redder than before, clearly indicating that he had used up all his strength to say those last few words.

The entire street fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, all the villagers raised their arms and cheered, the sound so loud that the entire street trembled slightly.

"Whoa!! The Arlong Pirates have been defeated!!"

"We'll never have to live those miserable days again!!"

The cheers lasted for a long time, and many villagers cried and laughed, their faces filled with excitement.

For eight years, in order to survive under the dragon's rule, they endured countless hardships and sufferings, living in constant fear and anxiety.

And now, they finally don't have to live such oppressive and torturous days anymore!

Uncle A-Jian brought the wine jug he was carrying to his lips, took a big gulp, and looked at the villagers' cheers with tears in his eyes.

Bellemere, did you see that? The guy who killed you has finally gotten what he deserved.

And Nami, she was finally free from those heavy burdens and could freely embrace her new life.

Bellemere, you can rest assured and watch from heaven!

After a long while, once the villagers' voices had subsided somewhat, Uncle Jian put the megaphone back to his mouth and shouted loudly:

"Then! Who helped us! Who gave us all of this?!"

The villagers shouted without hesitation:

"It's Nami's friends!!"

"That's right!" Uncle Jian pointed to a corner.

There, Wukong was happily munching on a roast suckling pig, seemingly oblivious to the cheers of the crowd and the fact that he had become the center of attention.

"He's one of Nami's allies! Son Goku! He's the one who successfully defeated that Arlong guy!!"

Uncle A-Jian shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Huh? Is someone calling my name?"

Only when his own name appeared did Goku, who was engrossed in eating dry rice, raise his head, blink his eyes, and look adorably confused.

"Ooooh!!"

"Goku!! Goku!! Goku!!"

The men sitting around Wukong couldn't wait any longer. After Uncle Jian announced his name, they rushed forward, lifted Wukong above their heads, and then forcefully tossed him upwards.

"Whoa! What are you doing? I haven't finished eating yet!"

Wukong, who was thrown into the air, exclaimed in surprise, his mind only on the roast suckling pig that he hadn't finished eating.

When the villagers put him down and he was about to go back to continue eating the roast suckling pig, a group of women surrounded him, completely disregarding the grease on his face from eating the roast suckling pig. They rushed to hug him and affectionately rubbed their faces against his.

"Ahhh!! So cute!!"

"Aaaaah!! I want a hug too! Give me a hug right now!!"

When this scene was seen by Sanji, who was not far away, he immediately became excited and his eyes lit up. He looked at Uncle Jian with eager eyes.

Hurry, hurry! It's my turn next! Say my name!

As if hearing his inner voice, Uncle Jian pointed his finger at him again and shouted at the top of his lungs once more:

"Look everyone! This is Nami's other partner! Sanji! He single-handedly defeated numerous fish-men, making an indelible and immense contribution!!"

The villagers cheered again:

"Ooooh!!"

"Sanji!! Sanji!! Sanji!!"

As before, several male villagers rushed over and tossed Sanji high into the air.

But Sanji didn't enjoy the moment; instead, he kept scanning his surroundings, trying to guess which women would pounce on him later.

"Is this the girl who looks just as cute as Nami-san?!"

"Wait! And over here! Ah! What a gentle, virtuous, and beautiful woman she looks! Could it be her?!"

"Hmm? This stylish short-haired girl is good too! Am I lucky enough to be her match?"

"If they all gather around, then I..."

He grinned foolishly, completely lost in his fantasy.

Before long, the villagers put him down and went their separate ways to drink wine and enjoy delicious food.

Sanji stood there grinning foolishly, arms outstretched, eyes closed, waiting for the beauties to throw themselves into his arms.

Whew~~Whew~~

A chilly wind swept over him, causing Sanji to shiver involuntarily.

After waiting for a long time, he tentatively opened one eye and found that there was no one beside him, and no woman rushed towards him.

In an instant, his face turned ashen, and he hung his head in despair, a thick aura of black gloom emanating from him.

Waaaaah!!

Why? Why?!

God is so unfair!!!

......

On the other side, Wukong, who had finally escaped from the group of women, no longer had the grease left from the meal on his face, but instead had many red lipstick marks.

He wiped his face with a look of disgust, annoyed that someone else's saliva was on his face, and muttered, "Honestly, why do women all like this?"

He recalled that he had been unexpectedly kissed by Gion the last time, and this time it was even more outrageous; he himself couldn't count how many women had kissed his face.

If a heartbroken man heard him say this, the man would grab him by the collar and roar through gritted teeth:

Do you know that this is what every man desires most?!

If you don't want it, give it to me!

"Here, Wukong, I got you a roasted beef leg."

At that moment, Nami walked over with a smile on her face, holding a huge roasted beef leg in her hand.

"You weren't full yet, were you? This roasted beef leg is Uncle Balu's secret recipe; the flavor is absolutely unique!"

She, who had been paying close attention to Wukong, noticed that Wukong hadn't even finished eating the roast suckling pig before someone grabbed him and cheered.

Now, that roast suckling pig has long since disappeared, and even if it were found, it would probably be covered in dust.

So she went to Uncle Pazu and asked for the roasted beef leg so that Goku could enjoy it.

"Wow! Nami, you're so kind!"

Upon seeing the food, Wukong's eyes lit up. Without even wiping his face, he quickly took the roasted beef leg and took a delicious bite.

"Mmm! It really tastes delicious!"

Seeing his satisfied expression, Nami smiled, watched him eat quietly for a while, and then left the bustling street without a sound.

......

On the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea, a cross stands quietly planted in a mound of earth.

This is where Belmer's remains are buried.

At this moment, a figure had already arrived here and had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

And he is Uncle Jian, who has a windmill on his head.

"You've come, Nami."

Hearing footsteps behind him, Uncle Jian didn't turn around and immediately identified the person.

"Um."

Nami emerged from the darkness, the silver moonlight falling on her face, illuminating her calm yet somewhat melancholic eyes.

She came to the grave mound, sat cross-legged, and gazed silently at the cross with longing eyes.

"Belmel, I've come to see you."

She began to quietly recount her experiences during this time to Bellemere.

From setting sail to meeting Wukong and becoming his companion;

From how he stopped stealing with Goku's help, to starting to catch pirates and successfully earning 100 million Berries;

Then there's how Goku met Sanji, how he and Sanji disregarded their promise to each other, how they caught up with her, arrived at the Konomie Islands, and helped her defeat Arlong and his gang...

Etc., etc.

She would laugh at times, get annoyed at times, and then sob a little at others.

Behind him, Uncle Jian had left sometime earlier.

On the grave mound, a small windmill was spinning with a whooshing sound.

Beside it, a small blade of grass that had sprouted out of nowhere swayed slightly, as if Bellemere were giving Nami a gentle smile.

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