Hercule Satan and Videl

As the sun rises, the eastern sky turns a bluish-white hue.

As the sun gradually shone brightly, the white clouds were tinged with a cherry-red hue, and a slight warmth began to rise in the air.

As a new day dawns, hardworking people are busy in the fields with their farm tools. Occasionally, a few tractors belching black smoke can be seen noisily driving by on the country roads.

In the countryside of the East City, there was a rather luxurious large house.

Hercule Satan lay listlessly in his armchair, a newly delivered newspaper on the table. As he read the latest news, Hercule Satan sighed occasionally, a worried expression on his face.

Apart from reports on the follow-up decisions regarding the Cell Games, the newspapers were filled with lengthy criticisms and insults against him, almost branding him as a fraudulent charlatan.

Of course, this is still considered good. Some TV commentary programs went even further, directly calling him a conspiracy theorist who spread rumors and misled the public. Some even blamed him for the mistakes that led to the Cell Games.

But the Cell Games weren't something he wanted to organize.

Hercule Satan felt extremely wronged.

After the Cell Games, all the good reputation he had painstakingly built up was ruined. Although he wasn't a particularly famous martial artist before, he had at least made it to the World Martial Arts Tournament qualifiers. He could still make a living by opening a martial arts school and recruiting disciples.

But now, because of his own ignorance, he has become a rat that everyone hates and has no choice but to go into hiding in a remote rural area for refuge.

Even his wife started giving him the silent treatment.

"How am I supposed to go on living like this?" Hercule Satan was filled with regret.

The World Fighting Championship has been banned by the Earth Kingdom, and his title as fighting champion is no longer valuable. Whenever he thinks about it, Hercule Satan wishes he could slap himself hard.

They must be bewitched, actually going to show off on Cell Games.

Looking back now, I'm still terrified. That Cell Jr. was a terrifying figure who even Goku couldn't defeat. How dare he act recklessly in front of Cell? It's truly a blessing from Lady Luck that he survived.

"Click!"

The gate to the fence opened, and a girl of about nine years old ran in, sweating profusely. Seeing Hercule Satan lounging lazily in a chair, she puffed out her cheeks and said angrily, "Dad, I've already run five laps around the village, and you're still slacking off! Can't you put your mind to your cultivation?!"

"Videl, my life is over."

Hercule Satan looked mournful, and his entire body turned gray.

"Dad is such an idiot! Who told you to show off at the Cell Games, in front of the whole world? I'd say it's all your own fault." Videl looked at Hercule Satan with exasperation.

"But these are all the instructions from the fighting tournament staff. They're the ones who want me to act as exaggeratedly as possible," Hercule Satan lamented, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Use your brains! The World Fighting Championship has been banned!" Videl's eyes blazed with fury. "Your actions almost destroyed the world! If Mr. Goku and Mr. Gohan hadn't arrived in time, you would have been killed by Cell."

After being scolded by his daughter, Hercule Satan was speechless.

If it weren't for the series of foolish things he did, he wouldn't have become the target of everyone's hatred, his martial arts school in East City would have been smashed, and now he would have been forced to take his daughter and live in seclusion in a remote rural area. Alas, Videl's martial arts talent is so good, it's really unfair that she's following him.

He immediately looked dejected. His reputation was ruined, and even if he wanted to reopen a Martial Arts Dojo, no one was willing to sign up. If this continued, the livelihood of him and his daughter would become a problem.

I can't just become a farmer!

Looking at the villagers working in the fields, Hercule Satan thought of his own back to the sky and the yellow earth, and shook his head in fear.

No, I can't live like this anymore.

"Videl, do you have any way to turn Daddy over?" Hercule Satan pleaded with his daughter.

"What can I do?" The girl Videl, shrugged, but Hercule Satan's dejected appearance softened her heart. "To regain everyone's trust, you need to demonstrate the corresponding strength."

"How about Dad goes to climb the Korin Tower?"

"Can you climb up there?" Videl asked doubtfully.

Hercule Satan chuckled sheepishly, "It should be fine, my power is pretty good."

"That's it..."

Videl rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless.

With his father's mediocre skills, how dare he claim his own skills are good? He couldn't even pass the selection rounds of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Because she received martial arts training from a young age, Videl's understanding of the martial arts world is clearer than Hercule Satan's.

"What should we do then?!"

Hercule Satan was at his wit's end, and his dejection grew even stronger.

Little Videl's eyes darted around, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed through her mind. Her clear voice rang out, "Isn't the 27th World Martial Arts Tournament going to be held next year? If Daddy can achieve good results in the competition, he'll definitely impress everyone!"

"But there must have been many masters back then!" Hercule Satan asked in a low voice.

"There are definitely many, but it's unrealistic to expect Dad to win the championship. As long as he can make it into the qualifying rounds, and ideally into the top 32, that would be a real achievement." Videl didn't expect her father to perform exceptionally well; she just wanted him to rebuild his image.

The top 32 in the World's Number One World Martial Arts Tournament are quite impressive.

"Yes, I want to participate in the competition and strive for a good result."

After much agonizing thought, Hercule Satan considered that with a little effort, he could probably secure a spot in the top 32. In order to change his predicament, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Mmm." The girl Videl, nodded vigorously. She looked up and said, "Starting today, Daddy will cultivate with me. I can't be lazy anymore."

"Yes, of course, hahaha..."

Hercule Satan couldn't shake his flamboyant style, laughing loudly with his head tilted back. Speaking of which, he also came from a prestigious lineage; his teacher was once a renowned martial artist, but because he offended Tao Pai Pai in his early years in South Capital and was eventually killed by Tao Pai Pai, he didn't learn any skills from him.

"Dad, when are you going to get back together with Mom? Hiding like this isn't a solution."

"Well... let's talk about it after Dad achieves good results in the World Martial Arts Tournament."

Hercule Satan's face stiffened, his eyes flickered, and he said awkwardly.

Videl's mother is Miguel, a world-famous singer, who is currently in a cold war with Hercule Satan because of the Cell Games.

"Sigh!" Videl twirled her dark hair with her fingers, her little face filled with helplessness.

The stars twinkle, and the vast, boundless universe is profound and full of unknowns.

Universe 6.

Giant star systems, resembling the Galaxy, float in the void of the universe, like isolated islands in a vast ocean. Drawn by some mysterious force, they join the thick nebulae in the void to form an even larger celestial system.

Due to the obstruction of gas, dust, and nebulae, the light from the center of the galaxy appears to be veiled in a hazy mist, becoming somewhat dim.

Suddenly, a light flashed, and upon closer inspection, it was a pale blue cube containing two figures.

"Dad, is this the Universe 6?"

Inside the cube, a slender female Saiyan in a black uniform looks out in surprise.

"Yes," Roland said with a faint smile.

The two people in the cube are Roland and Askari from Universe 7. Roland thought for a long time about how to resolve Cell Jr.'s loyalty and identity, and finally decided to use the power of the Dragon Ball. Of course, ordinary Dragon Ball would not work on Cell Jr., so he thought of the Super Dragon Ball.

To be honest, using the Super Dragon Ball to deal with Cell Jr. Roland. was a bit of a waste of talent, but to make his daughter happy, this Roland father still went to the trouble of taking her on the trip.

Upon hearing this, Askari scanned her surroundings with her jewel-like bright eyes, and spread out her Instant Transmission -like mental energy, but found nothing different from the Universe 7.

"Shouldn't we go find the Super Dragon Ball next?" Askari asked in her pleasant voice as she withdrew her mental energy.

"No need for that trouble. The Super Dragon Ball from Universe 6 are all on Planet Namek. Let's just go there."

Roland smiled and took Askari's hand, pulling her out of the cube. Then, with a wave of his hand, the Blue Cube shrank and entered his palm. The two stood in the void, and because of the Vital Energy Circulation, even the vacuum environment did not affect their survival.

"Can Planet Namek hold three Super Dragon Ball?"

Askari was puzzled. She had never seen the Super Dragon Ball, but she had heard Sephiria mention them. She said that the Super Dragon Ball were as big as planets, and that the Super Dragon Ball protected by Sephiria Force in the Babu Star System in the western part of the North Galaxy were large enough to be inhabited by planets.