Hit's Gaze

The moment the words fell.

He gave no one any chance to react or mock him.

On the arena, Son Goku—

under Botamo's utterly bewildered gaze—

suddenly lowered his center of gravity and stomped hard against the ground with both feet.

His entire body shot forward like a flesh-and-blood missile loosed from a bow.

He used his own head as his hardest weapon.

"Take this!"

Son Goku shouted and viciously rammed his head into Botamo's round belly.

"Duang~"

An absurdly comical, elastic sound echoed across the arena.

Son Goku's head was not bounced straight back.

Instead, at the instant of impact, using the enormous momentum of his charge, his entire body sank directly into Botamo's soft, water-balloon-like belly.

From the outside, Son Goku looked as though he had plunged headfirst into a lump of yellow mud and become firmly stuck.

Only now, as they truly witnessed this utterly ridiculous sight.

Did everyone in the stands finally react.

They all stumbled, nearly falling straight out of their seats.

Everyone's faces were covered in black lines, huge beads of sweat hanging from their foreheads.

What the hell did he mean, he still had a head he could use?

Vegeta had told him to use his brain and think of a solution. What kind of thought process had led him to this?

He had actually understood it as being told to attack with his head.

The people from Universe 7 could not help covering their faces, feeling utterly embarrassed.

"He told you to use your head, and you really used your head to hit him?"

Krillin complained helplessly, feeling as though his intelligence had been insulted.

Meanwhile.

Champa, seated at the highest point of the opposite stands—

after seeing Son Goku's ridiculous ostrich-burying-its-head-in-the-sand act—

could no longer hold it in.

Champa clutched his