Two Little Disguises

A group of Satan's supporters took advantage of the chaos to sneakily carry the unconscious Satan back to the lounge. However, as they passed by Son Goten, they visibly shuddered; damn, elementary schoolers these days are too dangerous—whoever said they were weaklings clearly didn't know what they were talking about.

Son Goten watched with cold eyes as Satan was carried away, making no move, simply walking back to the waiting area in silence to find Trunks.

"We will now take a thirty-minute break, after which the World Martial Arts Tournament adult division will commence," the announcer cleared his throat. "The adult division matches officially begin at 1:40 PM. Let us look forward to it!"

"Seriously? Another break?" Son Goku complained upon hearing the announcer.

"Perfect time to grab a bite."

A chubby, bespectacled staff member blocked Son Goku and his group as they were about to enter the tournament grounds. "Please stop! Only contestants who have passed the preliminaries are allowed inside."

"The results are out, then? I assume we all passed," Krillin said with a light smile.

"Wait! Please state your names," the chubby man said, pulling out a list and looking at the group.

"Krillin."

"Son Goku."

"Android 18."

"Vegeta."

"Demon Youth."

The group stated their names in turn. Son Goku and Krillin were unfazed, Android 18 remained expressionless, and Vegeta looked thoroughly annoyed—his temper hadn't cooled since Trunks lost earlier.

"Demon Youth?" Son Goku asked Piccolo, looking puzzled. Piccolo explained, "Using the name 'Piccolo' doesn't exactly leave a good impression!"

"Congratulations, you have all passed the preliminaries," the man said, confirming the list before letting them through. "Please, go ahead."

This was simple enough; Son Goku and his group were arguably the strongest people on Earth. If they couldn't pass a mere tournament preliminary, they might as well go find a block of tofu to smash their heads against—not to mention Vegeta had literally shattered the punch-strength machine.

"The drawing ceremony will be held at 1:30 PM," the man reminded them.

"Honestly, the only real experts here are us and Gohan. The prize money is as good as ours," Krillin said nonchalantly as he walked in front.

"Heh, it's not like I can use money in the afterlife anyway," Son Goku added with a shrug.

But Son Goku, it seems you've barely ever used money in your life; the only time you actually earned any, you ended up spending it all in a daze.

"Must be nice, staying young forever in the afterlife," Krillin laughed.

"Well, if you're that envious, you could always join me, Krillin," Son Goku suggested.

"Don't joke around, I'm very happy as I am," Krillin replied with a smug grin, though his smile carried a hint of lewdness.

Backstage at the tournament.

Two small figures snuck inside. Trunks poked his head around to scout the area, followed by a resigned-looking Son Goten.

As if discovering something, Trunks whispered excitedly, "Goten, come here."

Son Goten rolled his eyes and walked over, following Trunks' finger to a burly masked man standing in the back. "What do you think? Look at that masked guy—isn't he useful?"

A smug smile appeared on Trunks' small face. "If we put on those clothes, no one will recognize us. We can take his place in the adult division."

"That... could work," Son Goten replied with a faint smirk.

Trunks trotted up to the masked man. "Hey..."

"What? Want an autograph?" the masked man asked arrogantly.

Son Goten's eyelid twitched. Seriously, there's a limit to how narcissistic you can be. Why would anyone ask for an autograph from a guy who won't even show his face?

Trunks' eyelid twitched as well, but he kept up the act. "There's a very pretty young lady over there who wants to see you, but she's shy, so she asked me to bring you over."

To be honest, even Trunks felt like he was going to gag after saying that, let alone Son Goten.

"Oh, really? Where?" A lewd grin spread across the masked man's face beneath his mask.

"This way, follow me." The masked man let Trunks lead him away, completely oblivious to the fact that he was walking into a trap.

"Where's the young lady? My standards are very high, you know," the masked man looked left and right, his lewd expression enough to scare off any woman who might actually be there.

"There is no young lady, but there is a fist of love from a little kid—wonder if the creepy uncle wants a taste?"

Hearing the innocent voice behind him, the masked man instinctively turned around, only to be met by a small fist flying toward his face. And then... that was the end of that.

Watching the masked man collapse, Son Goten and Trunks quickly dragged him into a corner and stripped off his mask and costume. It had to be said, this guy was truly, disgustingly sleazy.

Having successfully changed, Son Goten and Trunks left the scene of the crime. As for the guy on the floor? Who cares.