Even if I lacked experience, my combat power gave me the upper hand. One punch from me could suppress half his strength. No matter how much better his battle experience was, it couldn't make up for a gap of half our combat power.
But the problem was, my combat power wasn't twice Son Goku's right now.
Maybe I'd been heading in the wrong direction from the start. That was probably why my training had been so slow. I seemed to have focused on transformations from the very beginning, but why did they come with so many flaws? For instance, my combat power dropped quickly, and I couldn't maintain the form for long.
Super Saiyan 3 was still incredibly difficult to master. But according to this timeline, Son Goku had already mastered it, and might have gotten much better at it than Wei Dong. After all, Wei Dong had spent all this time in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, so it had taken him ten times longer than it had Son Goku.
Whatever. Majin Buu was about to appear in this timeline anyway.
I'd better get out. The moment I did, I sensed over a thousand people. I hadn't expected the Namekian population to have grown past a thousand in just seven years.
My main reason for coming out was actually to shave. I'd spent so long in the Time Chamber that my beard and hair had grown ridiculously long. I had to get a haircut first, but it seemed Namekians didn't know how to cut hair—probably because they didn't have any.
A little while later, Piccolo and Biro came out too. "Piccolo, Biro, are you going back to Earth? If not, I'll use Instant Transmission to go back first."
Piccolo and Biro said they wanted to return to Earth too and see whether the gap between them and the Z Fighters had grown or shrunk.
Wei Dong agreed. After putting away the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he used Instant Transmission and arrived on Earth.
Piccolo and Biro asked if he wanted to go to the Heavenly God Temple with them first.
I said I wanted to get a haircut and shave first.
"Here we are. This is the barbershop."
The barber said a regular men's haircut cost 25 yuan, but mine might cost a little more.
"No worries. Do you think I'm the kind of guy who'd sweat over a little money?"
Wei Dong said proudly.
"Great! Then I'll use only the finest products on you. The skincare treatments and everything else will be top quality. Is that all right?"
"Of course!"
After a while, the haircut was done. Whew, that was exhausting. Next came the hair treatment.
After some more time, it was finally finished. I was nearly exhausted to death.
As soon as the barber finished speaking, Wei Dong, who had just been sitting in the chair, vanished in an instant.
"Damn it! I spent over three thousand yuan on those products! The bill was 10,800!" the barber said miserably.
The reason Wei Dong had used Instant Transmission was simple: I don't have any money! I don't have any money! I've never had a job, so where would I get money from? If we meet again someday and I have some, I'll pay him then.
Meanwhile, the World Martial Arts Tournament was already underway. I used Instant Transmission to get there and greeted everyone. But unlike in the original story, Android 18 hadn't entered the tournament. And somehow, Piccolo and Biro were both on the roster. Damn, what happened with you two? You arrived together, so how come you both got registered? Wasn't the deadline already over?
Piccolo stepped forward and explained, "I asked Son Goku to talk to the announcer and get us registered. We could skip the preliminaries and go straight into the main tournament. The announcer wanted to see high-quality matches, so he let Biro and me in." Biro and Son Goku both nodded.
Son Goku asked, "Wei Dong, are you going to compete? I can talk to the announcer for you."
"No, it's fine. I don't need to."
There was no point entering when I wouldn't even finish the tournament. I'd leave as soon as Babidi's men showed up, so registering was pointless. At least, that was what Wei Dong thought. And damn, they're not even trying to hide the favoritism. The announcer's letting people cut in just because he wants to see high-quality matches? Then again, at the previous World Martial Arts Tournament, Piccolo was exposed as the Great Demon King, but Son Goku didn't back down. The other spectators had all run off, yet the announcer kept commentating. Now that's a National Server Announcer.
"Oh, right, Wei Dong. Android 18 has been looking for you all these years. She seems to have searched the whole planet, like she had a grudge against you. But she gave up two years ago."
"What? Damn, I forgot about Android 18! I'm screwed. How am I supposed to explain this?"
"Then, Son Goku, do you know where Android 18 is?"
Son Goku said he didn't know either. She might still be with Android 16 and Android 17, or she might have gone somewhere else.
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