Return to Beloved Earth

Even if I lack experience, my raw power suppresses him. A simple punch like this cuts his combat strength in half; no matter how seasoned his fighting experience is, it cannot bridge a gap of that magnitude.

But the problem is, I haven't actually managed to outclass Son Goku by half yet.

Perhaps my approach was wrong from the start, which is why my cultivation speed has been so slow. I seem to have focused entirely on transformations, yet those transformations have many flaws, such as a rapid drain in combat power and an inability to maintain the state for long.

Super Saiyan 3 is currently difficult to master, and given this timeline, Son Goku has actually already mastered it. He likely has a better grasp of it than Wei Dong, after all, Wei Dong has been inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber the whole time, meaning he spent ten times as long as Son Goku.

Forget it, Majin Buu will be appearing soon in this timeline anyway.

I should head out first. The moment I stepped out, I sensed a thousand life forces. I didn't expect the Namekian population to have exceeded a thousand in these short seven years.

Actually, my primary goal in coming out is to shave. Having stayed in the time chamber for so long, my beard and hair have grown to an astonishing length. I have to get a haircut first, though it seems the *Namekian*s don't know how to cut hair, probably because they don't have any to begin with.

After a while, Piccolo and Biro came out too. "Are you two heading back to Earth? If not, I'm going to use Instant Transmission to return first."

Piccolo and Biro indicated they also wanted to return to Earth to see if the gap between them and the Z Fighters had widened or shrunk.

Wei Dong agreed. After putting away the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he arrived on Earth in a flash.

Piccolo and Biro asked if I wanted to go to the Heavenly God Temple together first.

I told them I needed to get a haircut and a shave first.

We arrived; this is the barbershop.

However, the barber mentioned that a standard haircut for a guy costs 25 yuan, but my hair—how should I put it—might be a bit pricey.

"It's fine. Do you think I'm the type of guy who lacks that little bit of money?"

Wei Dong said, looking proud.

"That's good. Then I'll definitely use top-tier materials for you. Skincare and everything else will be the best, no problem, right?"

"Of course, no problem."

After a while, roar, it's done. That really wore me out. Next came the hair treatment.

After another while, it was finally finished. I was nearly exhausted to death.

The moment he finished speaking, Wei Dong, who had just been sitting in the chair, vanished instantly.

"Damn it! That was over 3,000 yuan worth of materials I used on him! That's a 10,800 yuan service!" the barber said with a pained expression.

The reason Wei Dong used Instant Transmission was simple: I have no money! I have no money! I've never worked, so where would I get money? If we meet again in the future, I'll pay him back then.

But right now, the World Martial Arts Tournament has already begun. I used Instant Transmission to arrive at the venue and greeted everyone. However, unlike the original story, Android 18 didn't come to participate, and yet Piccolo and Biro are on the list. Damn, how did you two manage that? You arrived at the same time, so how did you get registered? And isn't the registration deadline over?

Piccolo stepped forward to explain: "I asked Son Goku to talk to the National Server Announcer to register us. We can skip the preliminaries and enter the main tournament directly. The reason is that the announcer also wants to see high-quality matches."

So he let Biro and me cut in line. Biro and Son Goku both nodded.

Son Goku asked, "Wei Dong, are you going to participate? I can talk to the announcer for you." "It's fine, I don't need to."

Anyway, the fight won't last long; once Babidi's subordinates show up, I'll be leaving. Signing up is optional. That's what Wei Dong thought to himself. Besides, this nepotism is way too obvious. To think the announcer would actually allow back-door entries just to see high-quality matches. Come to think of it, during that previous World Martial Arts Tournament with Piccolo and Son Goku, even after discovering Piccolo was the Great Demon King, he didn't back down. While the other spectators had long since run off without a trace, he kept commentating. That is the National Server Announcer for you.

"Oh, right, Wei Dong. Android 18 has been looking for you all these years. She seems to have searched the entire Earth as if you were her mortal enemy, though she gave up looking for you two years ago."

What? Damn, I completely forgot about Android 18. It's over, it's over. How am I supposed to explain this now?

"Then, Son Goku, do you know where Android 18 is?"

Son Goku indicated that he didn't know either; she might still be with Android 16 and Android 17, or she might have gone somewhere else.