Both are clueless.

Chi Chi stood strong, never taking her eyes off Goku. As such, when the wind subsided, she didn’t notice just how much breezier it had gotten for her. All that remained of her outfit was her socks, shoes, and a bright red thong. The crowd erupted at the sudden stripping of the anonymous beauty before them, which Chi Chi interpreted as cheering her on for surviving the punch.

“Is that the best you’ve got? Oh please, I could make stronger breezes just by batting my eyelashes. Do you even want to know my name?” Chi Chi said, feeling rather smug. In truth she had been impressed by the **** of that punch, but she couldn’t let Goku know that. Not after the shame he had brought her.

An average fighter would call attention to the pair of perfect D cup breasts now presented to him, nipples erect from the cool wind that had passed, resting on a body trained to be toned and thin, but not overly muscular. An average fighter might comment on the thong that left almost nothing to the imagination, showing off Chi Chi’s shapely rear and camel toe. A fighter with less morals would use it to their advantage. Unfortunately for Chi Chi, Goku is none of those things. He’s fought loads of opponents shirtless. Heck, Tien was shirtless at the last tournament. It allowed for less restrictions. So as far as Goku was concerned this was the same, though with admittedly much smaller pants. All the less restricting. No, there was only one thing Goku was mesmerized by.

“Wow! You took that punch like a champ and didn’t even flinch!” Goku said, amazed by her resilience. Anyone watching who hadn’t already fallen over had now at Goku’s lack of understanding. “I guess I really am gonna have to harder for this.”

‘If I’m supposed to live with this girl, at least she might make a good sparing partner.’

Chi Chi blushed at the compliment, and started to let her guard down. This was all the opening Goku needed, as he rushed forward to attack. Suddenly the fight was back on, though in a very different way. As the fight continued things seemed almost even. Goku figured it best to keep his strength in check until he got a more accurate gage on his opponents strength.

In a strange way everyone got something to enjoy out of this. Goku was getting his fight, Chi Chi was starting to think maybe things could work out between the two of them, and the crowd got to watch as Chi Chi’s glorious boobs bounced wildly with the rhythm of the fight. It took all of Bulma’s strength to hold Master Roshi back from jumping into the arena. Meanwhile Krillen and Yamcha watched with their mouths agape from the sidelines.

“Why does Goku get all the luck?” They both said dejectedly.

The fight went on, and no hits landed. It looked more like a dance than anything else. An elegant, erotic dance.