Quota

At the edge of the plaza, everyone stood ready for battle.

The moment Yamcha's feet touched the ground, the foul stench hit him head-on, sending his body stumbling backward uncontrollably.

"What the hell is that thing?" he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He knew exactly what he was capable of. Any one of the big shots present could crush him with ease.

But as one of Earth's Martial Artists, he simply could not bring himself to flee before the battle even began.

Though the Eternal Energy Reactor within him was running, his body's instinctive fear still left him drenched in cold sweat.

Ten paces away, Tien Shinhan stood shoulder to shoulder with Chiaotzu.

The third eye on Tien Shinhan's forehead was wide open, fixed firmly on the enormous creature above.

He assumed a defensive stance as Infinite Energy surged through every limb and bone, forcibly suppressing the tremors that rose from his body in the face of such a high-level threat.

"Chiaotzu, move back."

Tien Shinhan instructed him without turning around.

Chiaotzu's pale little face was taut with tension. Obediently, he floated back several paces, crossing his hands before his chest as his psychic power hovered on the verge of activation.

In stark contrast stood Goku in the center of the plaza.

This pure battle fanatic showed not the slightest hint of retreat. His excitement instead had him bouncing back and forth on the spot.

His fists clenched until his knuckles cracked. He turned toward Fat Buu beside him.

"Buu, do you want to go first? This guy smells awful, but he looks like he can take a beating."

"If we knock it flat, maybe it'll drop something fun!"

Fat Buu covered his nose and recoiled in disgust, white steam spurting from the vent atop his head.