The short little Krillin also unleashed astonishing Combat Power. He fought a huge monster and held his own.
After enduring the enemy's poison gas attack, he sent him flying with a single kick, finishing the first match perfectly. When Krillin returned, he saw someone who looked exactly like Sun Wukong.
"Krillin, this is my older brother, Son Goten. He's your senior disciple, too."
"Nice to meet you, Senior Brother." Krillin seemed a little reserved.
Son Goten nodded. This junior of his had a good heart.
The second match began at once: Yamcha versus Cheng Long.
Cheng Long was actually Master Roshi in disguise. Though his scent had changed somewhat, his energy and fighting style made him easy to recognize at a glance. There was no way he could be anyone else.
Besides, Son Goten had known the story from the start, so he wasn't about to let his guard down.
The two men took up their fighting stances. It looked like Yamcha had undergone countless training sessions lately. He had the air of someone who'd been through blood and battle, and he seemed even more ruthless than before.
Son Goten didn't know what had caused such a change in him. In truth, though, it had a lot to do with Son Goten himself.
In the original story, Bulma and Yamcha had been made for each other. Both were eager to find a partner of the opposite sex, so they'd been drawn to one another.
But lately, Yamcha had been devoting all his attention to a child: Son Goten. That had only stirred Yamcha's competitive spirit, even though he had no chance of winning.
"Young man, your movements are full of openings. You need to train more."
Hearing the white-haired old man say that, Yamcha couldn't accept it. He charged in