Shen

"Son Goku is the name you have on Earth. Kakarot is your real name," Wang Yang said with a faint smile.

"Earth? Real name?" Son Goku scratched his head, looking confused.

"You mean... Goku isn't from Earth?" Bulma asked in astonishment, her eyes wide.

"That's right. We're not from Earth. We're Saiyans from Planet Vegeta!" Wang Yang said.

"But if you're aliens, how did you get to Earth?" Bulma asked curiously.

"Kakarot came here in a spaceship. As for me... I just got here like this," Wang Yang said casually.

Goku scratched his head, completely baffled.

"Kakarot, you know, we were born on the same day. There were three Saiyans born that day, and the one I most wanted to beat up was you." Wang Yang smiled at Goku.

"Why?" Son Goku asked in confusion. It seemed like this was their first time meeting, and he couldn't think of any reason they'd have a grudge against each other.

"Because the three of us were born at the same time, in the same room. The other guy was incredibly powerful at birth. His power scared you so badly that you cried and wailed, keeping me from getting any decent sleep. So back then, I really wanted to give you a beating," Wang Yang said with a grin.

"Really? Then I really want to fight you!" Goku clenched his fists, shouting with excitement.

"You'd better work hard. At most, I'll give you a beating. If that guy finds you, he'll kill you," Wang Yang warned.

"How exciting!" Goku's blood was pumping. He wasn't afraid in the slightest—instead, the prospect of having a strong opponent thrilled him.

"..." Looking at Goku's boundless excitement, Wang Yang wondered how he'd react if he told him about Broly's power. But knowing Goku's obsession with fighting, he figured it would only fire him up rather than scare him.

"Goku, hurry up and register. Registration is about to close," Master Roshi called to him.

"Okay!" Son Goku replied, then went to sign up.

"Hey, are you really an alien?" Bulma moved closer to Wang Yang and poked him in the side with her index finger, asking in a low voice.

"Yeah! I'm a Saiyan who lived on Planet Vegeta. But someone destroyed Planet Vegeta, so now I'm homeless. I'll have to rely on you for shelter," Wang Yang said with a teasing smile.

"No problem! I, Bulma, love helping people." Bulma patted her chest, making it bounce, and declared generously.

"So aliens don't look all that different from us after all. They just have tails," Bulma said with a giggle.

"You're mistaken. People across the universe come in all shapes and sizes. There are robots, metal people, and even vegetable people. In all these years, I've only seen people from two planets who look much like us. One of them is your Earth."

"I see!" Bulma's eyes sparkled with interest in the world beyond the stars.

"Can you transform into a Giant Ape during a full moon, too?" Master Roshi asked, remembering Son Goku's transformation.

"We Saiyans can transform into Giant Apes during a full moon. I'm an elite warrior, so I keep my reason when I transform. Warriors with lower-class bloodlines lose control when they turn into Giant Apes, like that guy Son Goku."

So I was the one who killed Grandpa... The smile disappeared from Son Goku's face.

"I see! Since you're an elite warrior, Son Goku finally has a worthy opponent."

"..."

The group still didn't understand the difference between an elite warrior and a Low-Class Warrior.

Just before registration closed, Krillin and the others finally showed up.

Registration ended, and the group set off in a great procession to have a meal at a hotel. On the way, Puar explained what had happened, and Yamcha flew into a rage. He'd been away for three years, and this guy had swooped in and stolen his girl. Unable to hold back, he marched up to Wang Yang.

"You bastard! I'm going to beat you to a pulp and show you what I can do," Yamcha glared at Wang Yang and snarled.

His strength had improved tremendously over the past three years of training, making him brimming with confidence. He felt that even if King Piccolo came back to life, he wouldn't be any weaker.

Even though the guy in front of him was a fellow Saiyan, Yamcha didn't think an unremarkable-looking man like him could be all that strong.

Krillin, who had no nose; Tien Shinhan, who had three eyes; and Chiaotzu, with his little tuft of hair, stood shoulder to shoulder with Yamcha, watching Wang Yang with serious expressions. The four of them had spent years together, and their bond ran deep.

"If you've got a problem, all four of you can come at me together. I wouldn't need both hands to beat you," Wang Yang said, arms crossed, looking down at them. He was usually easygoing, but that didn't mean he had no temper.

And he was telling the truth. With his current battle power, he could kill all of them with a single power-up. They were only a little over two hundred in battle power, after all.

The atmosphere turned tense in an instant.

"Come on, don't get angry. Let's talk this out!" Goku laughed and stepped between them, waving his hands. Being so simple-minded, he couldn't understand what there was to get angry about.

What was a wife, anyway? Could you eat one?

"That's right, that's right. The tournament starts tomorrow. You can fight on the arena then," Master Roshi added, trying to mediate. Ever since learning that Wang Yang was Goku's fellow Saiyan—and that he wanted to fight Goku—Master Roshi had been wary of him, worried his student might get hurt.

With everyone trying to calm things down, Yamcha had no choice but to suppress his anger.

Every so often, he shot Wang Yang a glare.

When it was time to eat, everyone watched Wang Yang and Goku gorge themselves and could only marvel that they really were aliens.

The next day, the World Martial Arts Tournament officially began!

Thanks to Chiaotzu's behind-the-scenes meddling, Wang Yang was assigned to a different arena and kept apart from Goku and the others.

Though their battle powers were low, Wang Yang remained humble. He believed that among any three people walking together, one could teach him something, so he watched every fight attentively.

Time passed, and the winners from the first few arenas had emerged.

Goku, Tien Shinhan, Mercenary Tao, Nameless, Demon Junior, Krillin, and Yamcha.

Only Wang Yang's arena remained. A group gathered around to watch the final preliminary match: Wang Yang versus Shen, a sleazy middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Looks like this fight won't be close at all," Krillin said with a laugh, eyeing the sleazy Shen.

"Hmph! He got lucky with an opponent like this. But even if he makes it into the top eight, I can still knock him out," Yamcha said, thinking Wang Yang had gotten lucky.

Beating that sleazy Shen? Anyone could do it.

The two stood facing each other on the arena. Wang Yang lifted his right hand slightly, signaling for his opponent to make the first move.

"Then don't blame me," Shen said. Wearing a pair of glasses, he charged at Wang Yang with his claws out, a flash of white glinting across his lenses.

"How did someone like that even make it to the final preliminary match?" Krillin said, exasperated as he saw the countless openings in Shen's technique.