"Yes! Then... what will you do if Chen loses?"
"Fine, then I'll give you North Kai's Planet!"
Just then, King Kai remembered. "My planet's already gone!"
West Kai saw King Kai hesitate and nudged him. "So, what are you going to do?"
"Well, I..."
"What, don't you have confidence in yourself?"
He could say anything else, but he couldn't admit he lacked confidence.
"Stop talking nonsense! Fine, if Son Goten loses, he can be your slave or whatever else you want. How's that?"
This time, King Kai was putting everything on the line.
"That'll do. If Chen loses, then for the rest of your life—though, come to think of it, you've already died once. Anyway, you'll be my servant. Understand?"
"Of course! I, North Kai, always keep my word!"
King Kai had now officially made the wager with West Kai. Son Goten came down from the ring.
"That was a great match!"
"Thanks, but..."
"But what?"
Suddenly, a loud rumbling echoed throughout the arena. As everyone wondered what was happening, Son Goten told them, "That was my stomach growling!"
Grand Kai chuckled. "That's just like Son Goten."
"Don't worry! I've already sent someone to prepare food over there!"
Chen turned to look. The feast was already laid out.
"That's wonderful, Grand Kai! You're the best!"
"Wait!" King Kai called after him.
"What is it? What's wrong, King Kai?"
"Now's not the time to eat. Don't you want to watch Pikkon's next match?"
The announcer began, "Up next, Torbi will face Pikkon!"
Son Goten glanced at the fighters in the ring. "No need to watch!"
West Kai bristled. "What an arrogant brat!"
"Because I already know who's going to win!"
"You... You know who's going to win?"
West Kai was curious too, but Son Goten had already hurried off to eat.