Goku certainly wasn't bright, but he knew better than to cross Chi-Chi, especially while she was like this. Even if he somehow got away, he'd have to eat eventually, and she seemed pretty serious about making him rub her feet every meal, so the smell would just compound every time. He had no other option.
"Okay Chi-Chi, I'll do it." He says with a voice full of reluctance as he approached her bare feet again. He had hoped that having just rubbed them, that he wouldn't notice the smell as much. This theory proved false, however, as the pungent odor returned as strong as before.
With great hesitation, he poked his tongue out and licked up her sole. It tasted like pure liquid salt with how sweaty it was, and that was just one lick, not even as tall as his head. He had a lot more foot left before he could even consider eating. The smell certainly didn't help either. The energy he was spending to try and block out the smell by holding his breath or plugging his nose only served to slow him down.
Chi-Chi took notice of his slow pace. While she certainly wouldn't mind having Goku at her feet all night, she did at least want him to eat something. She needed him to pick up the pace somehow. Thankfully, she couldn't call herself his wife after so many years if she didn't know how to motivate him to action.
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