"Do you know what I've been through all this time? I've suffered more than you can imagine, thinking of you day and night. To kill you, I was willing to sell my soul in exchange for power."
"I don't mean to put you down, but even after falling to the Demon Clan, you're still pathetically insignificant," Son Goten said disdainfully. "Maybe all you can see is yourself. Just wait until you're sprawled on the ground, looking up at me."
"Maybe then you'll understand," Yamcha replied viciously. With a whoosh, Yamcha suddenly vanished from where he stood and appeared behind Son Goten in an instant. He clasped his hands together and swung them at the back of Son Goten's head.
Boom! The blow landed! Son Goten plummeted from the sky and slammed hard into the ground, shattering it in an instant.
Yamcha landed as well and looked coldly down at Son Goten. "Hmph. You can't imagine the power of the Demon Clan. No matter how arrogant you are, you're destined to lose at my hands!"
Son Goten raised his head from the ground and stammered, "Ya... Yamcha, actually, I... I... I was lying to you!" With a swish, Son Goten sprang up from the ground.
He brushed the dust off himself. "My, my, you really did hit me quite a few times. It hurt a little, I admit. But the Super Heavy Armor I trained with was so heavy that you actually managed to catch me off guard!"
As he spoke, Son Goten took off the black Super Heavy Vest he was wearing. The seemingly ordinary vest hit the ground with a tremendous thud, making the whole earth tremble slightly.
"You were... wearing that thing while fighting me?!" Yamcha was stunned. The trembling ground made it obvious just how heavy the