23rd World Martial Arts Tournament

Rustle...

Rain was falling in front of the World Martial Arts Tournament arena on Papaya Island.

"Hmm... why haven't they arrived yet? It's almost time." Master Roshi glanced at his watch.

"Ah! They're here." Launch, who was holding an umbrella for Master Roshi, looked ahead and exclaimed in surprise.

"You two, long time no see!" It was Oolong, Puar, and Bulma.

"Where are the others? Haven't they arrived yet?" Bulma asked.

"Wow! You're becoming more womanly by the day." Master Roshi snuck behind Bulma and sighed in admiration.

Slap!

"Stop groping me!"

"Haha, Master Mutaito, you haven't changed a bit." Just then, Sun Wumian suddenly appeared before them.

Truth be told, half a year ago, after Sun Wumian tracked Sun Wukong's energy and used Instant Transmission to return to Earth, he hadn't disturbed Sun Wukong's solo training, choosing instead to return to Mount Paozu to live for a while.

"That's... wait? Wumian, how did you just pop up out of nowhere?" Bulma was startled.

"A new trick I learned recently, Instant Transmission! Not bad, right?"

"Speaking of which, where are the others? Why is it just you few?" Sun Wumian scanned the area; it seemed Sun Wukong, Yamcha, and Krillin hadn't arrived yet.

"Yamcha went off for some solo training..." Puar said.

"Krillin and Sun Wukong did the same; they ran off to train. Perhaps it was because of the shock you gave them three years ago, Wumian..." Master Roshi remarked.

I only showed a tiny bit of my strength, surely not, Sun Wumian thought.

"Hi! Everyone, long time no see." Just then, Sun Wukong arrived, holding an umbrella and wearing a bandana on his head.

"Is he a friend of yours?" Master Roshi asked Bulma, confused.

"Not at all."

"Old man ghost, and everyone else, you all seem to be doing well."

"Could it be... could it be... Sun Wukong?"

"Eh? What are you all talking about? Of course it's me." Sun Wukong took off his bandana. "See? It's me."

"This kid, he really is full of surprises..." Master Roshi said, astonished.

"I can't believe it, Sun Wukong grew up to be so handsome." Bulma's eyes were glued to him.

As the rain gradually stopped, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha arrived together. Now, everyone was present.

Dong! Dong! Clang! Clang!

"Attention all contestants of this World Martial Arts Tournament, the preliminaries are about to begin. Please gather at the competition hall!"

A booming voice came over the loudspeakers.

"It's starting. Oh, Master Roshi, did you bring our uniforms?" Sun Wukong asked.

"You have all chosen your own paths of martial arts; you can't keep wearing the Turtle School uniforms forever," Master Roshi replied. In truth, he was just too broke.

Geez, speaking of which, my uniform doesn't even fit anymore, Sun Wumian thought. Right, I'll sign in at Piccolo's location and see if I can learn his transformation magic.

Piccolo's energy... found it. Sun Wumian hadn't registered for the tournament, so to avoid trouble, he used Instant Transmission to appear exactly where Piccolo was in the preliminary hall.

System, stop sleeping. Time to work. Since he hadn't signed in much lately, the system had been silent for a long time.

[Ding~ Signed in at Piccolo. Sign-in successful. Host's combat power remains unchanged. Would you like to learn transformation magic?]

"Learn!"

He hadn't expected it to be so easy.

At that moment, Piccolo sat cross-legged, hovering three feet off the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of Sun Wumian's arrival.

With the sign-in complete, Sun Wumian ignored him and turned to find Sun Wukong. Since he was already here, he might as well watch their matches.

Damn it, why am I trembling? I didn't even dare to look at him. That man is too strong; there's no way I can avenge my father. Once Sun Wumian left, Piccolo opened his eyes, his heart still racing.

No, I must have my revenge. I'll start with his companions.

"Hey, Wumian, you're already so strong, are you going to participate too?" Krillin asked.

"I'm not participating. I was bored, so I came in to watch your matches and see if you've made any progress after training for so long."

"Huh? If you didn't register, how did you get in?"

"Heh, a new trick I learned called Instant Transmission. I'll show you sometime. The drawing ceremony seems to be starting, you guys should go."

"Instant Transmission? Isn't that just moving at high speed to create a teleportation effect?"

"Don't believe me? Then I'll bring Master Roshi in." Sun Wumian vanished instantly and exchanged a few words with Master Roshi.

Whoosh!

"Hey, Wumian, what's so interesting about the preliminaries? I just spotted a beauty, and you interrupted me..." Master Roshi complained incessantly.

"Truly impressive!" Krillin had no choice but to concede this time.

"Yo, I didn't expect there to be a beautiful contestant over there, wow!" Master Roshi had discovered a new target.

Just then, the girl looked over, suddenly revealing a joyful expression as she walked toward them.

Oh, it turned out to be Ox-King's daughter, Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi walked straight up to Sun Wukong: "Hee! Sun Wukong..."

"Huh? Who are you?" Sun Wukong didn't recognize her at all, rubbing his chin in confusion.

"Mm? You jerk! Hmph!" Chi-Chi cursed, then turned and walked away.

"Wukong, who was that just now..."

"What a cute girl..." Master Roshi's nose began to bleed.

"Old man Roshi, don't even think about it; that's Wukong's future wife," Sun Wumian said, patting Master Roshi on the shoulder.

"My wife? I feel like I've seen her somewhere, but I can't remember..." Even after growing up, Wukong remained as thick-headed as ever.

"Contestants, thank you for waiting. The triennial World Martial Arts Tournament preliminary rounds are now beginning. There are 72 participants this time; please begin drawing lots..."

Just then, the sound of the loudspeaker rang out. The tournament had finally officially begun.

.Provided by the great Wumeng Qiankong, Dragon Ball: I Have a Super Saiyan Check-in System