Meanwhile, on the other side—
Both Gohan and Videl were participating in the adult division of the World Martial Arts Tournament, so the two had been training together almost every day lately.
After a long session of sparring—
Gohan was still doing push-ups relentlessly.
Meanwhile, Videl wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down on the ground beside him to rest.
She quietly watched him continue training with complete focus, a strange light flickering in her eyes.
Softly, she called out—
"Gohan… take a break already…"
But Gohan didn't stop moving at all.
"One… hundred… more…"
Videl suddenly leaned closer.
Very close.
Close enough for Gohan to smell the faint mixture of shampoo and sweat lingering around her, causing his heartbeat to speed up slightly.
His push-ups abruptly stopped.
Then he looked at her blankly.
"Videl… you're distracting my training."
Videl rolled her eyes and extended her hand toward him.
"Stop training already."
"You're ridiculously strong."
"There's no way you'll lose to anyone in the tournament anyway."
"Come on, I'll buy you ice cream."
"I heard from Bulma that the new ice cream shop is amazing."
Gohan stared at her hand for a moment before hesitating.
"But my training…"
"Don't be such a try-hard all the time."
"People need breaks too."
"And honestly…"
"I don't even think you need training at this point."
"That's not true."
Gohan scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"My dad seems like he's entering too…"
"And if Dad joins…"
"Uncle Vegeta will probably participate too…"
"So I don't think winning will be easy…"
Videl immediately replied—
"Then you need training even less."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because no matter how hard you train…"
"You still can't beat your dad."
"But even if you stop training completely…"
"Normal people still can't beat you."
Gohan blinked.
Then scratched his head again.
"…You know what?"
"That actually makes a lot of sense."
At that moment—
Videl suddenly grabbed his hand herself.
A faint blush instantly spread across her cheeks.
"Hurry up already!"
"If we're too late, the ice cream shop will close!"
The next second—
The two flew into the sky together and headed toward the city.
…
In the blink of an eye—
A month passed.
The long-awaited World Martial Arts Tournament had finally arrived.
Goku, Android 18, Vegeta, Gohan, and many others all showed up to register for the tournament.
The referee nearly jumped in shock after seeing Goku.
"M-Mr. Goku?!"
"It feels like it's been forever since you last appeared here!"
"I can't believe you're participating again!"
Goku grinned brightly.
"Yeah, long time no see!"
"You've gotten older!"
"Hahaha… well…"
The referee laughed awkwardly.
"You still look exactly the same. I'm honestly jealous…"
At that moment—
Piccolo, Gohan, and Android 18 walked up behind Goku.
The referee's eyes widened again.
"What is happening this year?!"
"This is unbelievable!"
"Why are all you ancient gods showing up together?!"
Then his expression suddenly became serious.
"But…"
"Please don't destroy the arena this time."
Clearly—
That last sentence was the real point.
Goku laughed and nodded immediately.
"Don't worry."
"Nobody's blowing up the stage this year."
The people behind him struggled desperately not to laugh.
The referee sighed in relief.
"That's good…"
He still seemed traumatized from previous tournaments.
Soon afterward—
The announcer officially began the event.
Holding the microphone high, he shouted enthusiastically—
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
"Thank you all for waiting!"
"With all contestants gathered, the World Martial Arts Tournament is finally about to begin!"
"And first up…"
"The Junior Division Tournament for contestants under fifteen years old!"
"The champion of the Junior Division will receive ten million zeni!"
"The runner-up will receive five million!"
"And besides the cash prize…"
"The champion will also receive a special reward!"
"That reward is…"
"The opportunity to challenge Earth's hero himself—Mr. Krillin—in an exhibition match after the finals!"
The crowd instantly exploded into thunderous cheers.
"KRILLIN!"
"KRILLIN!"
"KRILLIN!"
Krillin briefly stepped out to wave at the audience before immediately returning backstage without wasting any time.
As he left—
The Junior Division battle theme suddenly began playing throughout the arena.
"This year's Junior Division features thirty-two contestants!"
The announcer continued excitedly—
"The tournament will use a single-elimination format!"
"Each match will have a ten-minute time limit!"
"And for safety reasons…"
"All contestants are strictly forbidden from using weapons!"
Meanwhile—
In the VIP seating area—
Bulma, Chi-Chi, Snow, Violet, and Launch sat together watching the matches attentively.
The performances of Goten and Hongrui caused them to repeatedly burst into praise.
"Hongrui's movements are becoming more and more beautiful."
Snow spoke gently, pride filling her eyes.
Chi-Chi nodded enthusiastically.
"And Goten's manners are excellent too!"
"That's what true martial arts spirit looks like!"
But just then—
A large overweight woman in the front row suddenly stood up and began wildly waving glow sticks.
"GO, SON!!"
"BEAT THEM ALL DOWN!!"
Her massive body completely blocked everyone's view.
"Hey!"
Bulma frowned immediately.
"Can you sit down?"
The fat woman turned around and glared.
"I'll stand if I want to stand."
"What's it to you?"
Then she deliberately shook her hips provocatively.
The nearby audience members all shrank back instinctively.
Clearly—
Nobody wanted to deal with her attitude.
Violet sighed elegantly.
"How uncivilized…"
"People like this are truly disgusting."
Chi-Chi immediately slammed her hands on the armrest.
"Unbelievable!"
"She's blocking the match!"
"Let me deal with her!"
But before she could stand—
A metallic clicking sound echoed nearby.
Click.
Chi-Chi turned around.
At some point—
Launch's blue hair had already turned blonde.
And in her hands—
A massive heavy machine gun had mysteriously appeared.
A dangerous smile spread across her face.
"Interrupting other people while they're watching a tournament…"
"That's a serious crime~"
Hearing the sound of the gun being cocked—
The overweight woman slowly turned around.
"A gun?!"
"What are you trying to do?!"
Launch grinned wickedly.
"Sit down and watch quietly."
"Otherwise…"
"I don't mind putting a few holes in your head."
The fat woman sneered nervously.
"Hah! As if!"
"That gun's obviously fake! I'm not scared!"
The next second—
RATATATATATATA!!
Launch fired a burst of bullets directly into the sky.
Gunpowder smoke instantly filled the air.
It was very real.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!"
After a chorus of terrified screams—
The overweight woman collapsed in fear and fled crawling away on all fours, too terrified to even grab her bag.
For a brief moment—
The entire audience went silent.
Then—
The entire stadium erupted into laughter.
Bulma wiped tears from her eyes from laughing too hard.
"As expected of you, Launch!"
"You're still unbelievably direct!"
Launch casually tossed the machine gun aside and crossed her legs proudly.
"Hmph."
"Sometimes the more polite you are, the more shameless rude people become."
"You've gotta deal with people like that properly."
Violet covered her mouth gracefully while laughing.
"Honestly…"
"Every Martial Arts Tournament is chaotic in its own way."
Meanwhile—
Goten, Hongrui, and Trunks continued dominating the competition effortlessly.
No ordinary child stood a chance against them.
The three young Saiyans advanced through the tournament like unstoppable monsters.
Soon—
The most anticipated match of the tournament arrived.
The announcer raised his voice excitedly.
"Next match!"
"Seven-year-old Trunks versus seven-year-old Hongrui!"
"Please welcome both contestants!"
Snow froze slightly.
"Oh dear…"
"Hongrui actually got matched against Trunks…"
"This won't be easy…"
"After all…"
"She's still a girl…"
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