"Any one of them, if picked randomly, could destroy the Earth several times over."
"If some foolish bad guy dares to cause them trouble..."
Bulma shrugged.
"You should be worried about the safety of bad guys, or whether they might accidentally drill a hole in the Earth."
Android 18 added casually.
"I'm more worried about Aotian getting carried away and dismantling the pirate ship than about them being kidnapped."
Upon hearing this, the women exchanged glances and then couldn't help but laugh.
yes.
In this family composed of the universe's strongest warriors, the last thing they need to worry about is "safety."
So, what are the men in the family doing?
In a corner of the amusement park, in front of an extremely retro "strength testing machine".
This is a common amusement park ride in the Dragon Ball world; Goku even rode it when he was a kid.
There is a circular pressure point on the ground. Players need to pick up the large hammer next to it and smash it down.
The point of force is connected to a vertical track, and the iron block on it will slide upwards according to the magnitude of the force, striking the bell at the top.
By this time, the area around the machine was completely surrounded.
Because standing in front of the machine at this moment were three men with extremely powerful auras.
Son Satoshi, Son Goku, Vegeta.
"Did you understand all the rules?"
Son Satoshi held the wooden-handled hammer, which felt as light as a toothpick to him, and looked at the other two with a smile.
"This machine's maximum capacity is only 500 kilograms."
"If we use too much force, the iron block will fly out like a bullet, and the machine might even explode into dust."
"In that case, we'll lose."
Son Satoshi pointed to the bronze bell at the top.
"Our goal is to use minimal force to make the iron block fly just high enough to gently touch the bell and make it ring."
"But! We can't break the bell, or even let it shake too violently."
Whoever can make the bell swing with the least amount of movement and the least noise wins.
This is a competition about "meticulous attention to detail".
For these three Saiyan who can destroy planets at the drop of a hat, destroying them with their full power is very simple.
However, controlling the force to the micrometer level, just enough to ring a regular bell, is an extremely challenging technical task.
"Hmph, what a boring game."
Although Vegeta said that, he was the first to step forward and snatch the hammer.
"Watch closely! My self-control is perfect!"
Vegeta took a deep breath, his golden eyebrows twitching slightly.
He didn't swing his arm in a wide arc; instead, he merely used the strength of his wrist to give a slight flick.
"Bang."
The hammer struck the point of impact.
The sound was very soft.
Immediately afterwards, the red iron block shot up the track with a "whoosh".
"Ding~"
A clear and melodious bell rang out.
The moment the iron block touched the bell, it seemed to lose all its kinetic energy and floated down lightly.
The bell swayed only slightly.
"Oh oh oh!!"
The surrounding crowd applauded and cheered.
"Perfect score! That's amazing!"
Vegeta crossed his arms smugly and gave Goku a defiant look.
"See that? Kakarot, that's what perfection is."
"Hehe, you're really amazing, Vegeta!"
Goku rubbed his hands together and took the hammer.
"However, I won't lose!"
Goku was an expert; he knew that this test was about controlling one's "qi".
He closed one eye and took aim.
"Drink!"
A gentle tap.
"Ding~"
It was the same crisp ringing of a bell.
However, this time, the bell barely moved, as if it had been blown by the wind.
"How about it!"
Goku threw down the hammer and said with a grin.
"Tch... it's just good luck."
Vegeta pouted unhappily.
"Alright, it's my turn."
Son Satoshi stepped forward.
He didn't aim as intently as the other two.
He simply and casually, as if swatting away a fly, held the hammer with one hand and lightly tapped the point of force.
There wasn't even a loud "bang" sound.
The iron block seemed to be supported by some invisible force, rising at a constant speed.
at last.
It stopped one millimeter below the bell.
Then, a faint trace of energy from the iron block gently "stroked" the bell.
"Buzz..."
The bell emitted a long, deep, and penetrating resonant sound, while the bell itself remained completely still.
"This..."
Vegeta and Goku were both stunned.
"Shooting a cow from a distance?!"
Goku's eyes widened.
"No, it's the transmission of force."
Son Satoshi smiled and put down the hammer.
"Power is not just about destruction, but also a frequency."
"It seems I've won this round."
"Damn it! Again! I refuse to believe it!"
Vegeta, still unconvinced, picked up the hammer again.
"I want to try again!"
Just as these three strongest men in the entire universe were arguing heatedly over a broken bell...
The other end of the amusement park.
Ticketing.
"Well..."
A long sigh came from the mouth of a tall boy wearing black-rimmed glasses and an orange casual uniform.
Son Gohan.
As the only "normal person" in this family, and also the eldest "child".
At that moment, he was standing miserably in a long queue that seemed to stretch on forever, clutching his wallet in his hand.
"Why..."
Gohan pushed up his glasses, looking utterly dejected.
"Why are Dad and Uncle playing games, Bulla and the others running around like crazy, and Mom and the others drinking coffee...?"
"And here I am, queuing up to buy tickets for a 'haunted house'?"
"Is this the fate of being the eldest son?"
Looking at the slowly moving crowd ahead, Gohan felt his precious youth slipping away bit by bit.
He even started to miss the days when he and Uncle Piccolo were surviving in the wilderness, at least there they didn't have to wait in line.
Just as Gohan was bored and was about to take out a biology book to pass the time...
"Bang!!"
A piercing gunshot rang out abruptly from the next street.
Immediately following were the piercing sirens and screams from the crowd.
"Ah!! Robbery!!"
"Run! There are guns!"
The previously orderly queue instantly erupted into chaos.
"Huh? Robbery?"
Gohan was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the hundreds of people in front of him scattered like a flock of startled birds.
The ticket windows, which were just moments ago packed with people, suddenly became completely empty.
"Huh?"
Gohan blinked, looking at the unobstructed passage, a hint of... surprise? on his face.
"What great luck!"
"No need to queue anymore!"
Gohan excitedly ran to the ticket window, taking out his money and shouting.
"Hello! Could you please give me twenty tickets to the haunted house? And also those for the fast pass...?"