"Tenshinhan, I never thought we'd end up on the same battlefield again."
"No matter how we divide up the matches, we're bound to cross paths eventually. We might as well fight each other. Chiaotzu, you've really worked hard—you even managed to defeat that guy."
Chiaotzu nodded. Though he was clearly lacking in intelligence and in certain other ways, he still had a sense of right and wrong, and of good and evil.
"This time, don't hold back. Let me see the strength you've trained."
A terrifying aura burst from Tenshinhan's entire body, like flames roaring to life. Now that he'd finally seen these powerful fighters, he could tell that their bursts of power were truly extraordinary. His Combat Power was surging.
As for Son Goten, he simply watched the man standing atop a nearby house without revealing what he was thinking. That was the new King Piccolo.
He had inherited all the talents and power of the previous King Piccolo, and might even have surpassed him.
After undergoing unimaginable training, his strength had grown formidable. He seemed to have come seeking revenge, driven by the viciousness and fury in his heart. His target was, of course, Son Goten.
Son Goten couldn't estimate just how strong he was now. The Combat Power he could detect was nothing more than a false signal.
But Son Goten could tell that the man was watching Tenshinhan and the others intently, as if he, too, considered the two fighters before him powerful.
The match finally began. As Chiaotzu flew into the air, he suddenly thrust both hands forward. An invisible force shot out and instantly enveloped Tenshinhan. Son Goten could feel it even from a great distance.
It turned out Chiaotzu had been training his Psychic Power diligently. Although it had been of little use