"Goten, didn't Gohan say we weren't allowed to transform? Why did you do it?" Trunks asked, hands on his hips.
A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Son Goten's mouth. "You should transform too, Trunks. It's more fun to fight this way, isn't it?"
"Yeah, you're right."
Trunks nodded slightly, and his pale purple bowl cut transformed along with him into a Super Saiyan.
"Wow, Trunks can turn into a Super Saiyan too!" Son Goku felt as if he'd been pranked. Damn it, if every kid was a Super Saiyan, how were the adults supposed to keep up?
"Just so we're clear, I won't go easy on you, Goten." A victorious smile curled at the corner of Trunks's mouth.
"Hehe, me neither." Son Goten lightly brushed his nose and took up a fighting stance.
Mr. Satan stared at Son Goten in his Super Saiyan form, his face filled with terror. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and in a stammering whisper only he could hear, he said, "It... it really is! There's no mistaking it! This kid is that man's son... They look exactly alike. That guy... actually has a son."
"Wow, they really do look alike."
"Those blonde warriors from seven years ago."
"The ones who ruined Mr. Satan's big moment."
The audience wasn't trying to keep their voices down, and Son Goten heard every word. His expression darkened. Heh. Ruined it, huh?
Son Goku wore an awkward expression up on the platform. Vegeta looked at Son Goten with a touch more admiration; the kid was right up his alley.
In the ring, Trunks and Son Goten silently stared at each other. The only sound was their auras roaring.
"Whoosh." x2.
Suddenly, two sharp sonic booms rang out, and Son Goten and Trunks vanished from where they stood.
"Boom."
They reappeared between their original positions, their elbows colliding. The sound that had just erupted like the sky splitting apart was the result of their clash.
Son Goten's expression turned serious as he kicked at Trunks. Trunks narrowed his eyes and raised a leg to block the kick.
"Boom."
They both shoved off at once, knocking each other back several steps.
"Hyaah!"
Trunks swept his small hand forward, sending a yellow energy wave hurtling toward Son Goten like a cannonball.
Son Goten stamped down hard, using the force to launch himself into the air with the Flight Technique and dodge the energy wave.
"Hah!"
Son Goten raised his small hand and fired an energy blast at Trunks.
"Thwack!"
Trunks swung his small hand hard, batting Son Goten's energy ball aside. He kicked off the ground and shot toward Son Goten like a cannonball, his fists striking like a blur.
"Boom."
The two turned into blurs again, battling in midair and clashing so fast they seemed to teleport. Each collision sent ripples through the air.
The audience had forgotten to whisper. They gaped in astonishment at Son Goten and Trunks fighting. Damn, was this really a kids' fight? They were practically ready to drop to their knees just to watch.
"Those two little guys are pretty strong," Son Goku commented with his arms crossed over his chest. But if you looked closely, a flicker of fighting spirit shone in his eyes.
"Uh, yeah."
"Boom."
The two separated in midair, tumbled a few times, and landed looking somewhat worse for wear.
After all, both of them had grown significantly stronger following the Broly incident. They had almost caught up to Son Goku and Vegeta's level from seven years ago. They were evenly matched—though that was only because Son Goten hadn't transformed into Super Saiyan 2.
"T-They're amazing."
"Unbelievable."
"How are they flying?"
"Is it some kind of special effect?"
A bespectacled director shouted at the cameraman he'd brought along, "Hey! Not a single camera is working?"
"Yeah, even the spare cameras are broken. It's the same with the other TV stations. And the audience's camcorders and cameras, too. It's unbelievable." The cameraman looked miserably at the camera in his hands.
"How did this happen? We can't film such an incredible fight! Damn it," the director muttered helplessly.
They really are incredible. Son Goku and the others are just so amazing. This is exactly why I've looked forward to seeing them for so long. With them here, this really is the World Martial Arts Tournament.
The blond-haired referee clenched his fist in excitement. After officiating several tournaments featuring Son Goku and the others, his standards had certainly risen.
"Not bad."
"Hehe, you're pretty good yourself."
Son Goten and Trunks met each other's gaze, both breaking into warm smiles.
"Then I guess I'll have to go all out too." Trunks fixed his eyes on Son Goten, a confident smile spreading across his face.
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