A group of Satan's supporters secretly carried the unconscious Satan back to the lounge while everyone was distracted. But as they passed Son Goten, they visibly shuddered. Damn, elementary school kids these days were dangerous. Who had ever said elementary school kids were useless?
Son Goten watched coldly as they carried Satan away, making no move. Without saying a word, he strolled back to the waiting area to find Trunks.
"We'll take a thirty-minute break. After that, the adult division of the World Martial Arts Tournament will begin," the referee cleared his throat. "The adult division will officially start at 1:40 p.m. Let's wait and see!"
"Honestly, we have to take a break too?" Son Goku grumbled when he heard the referee.
"Good. We can grab something to eat."
A chubby backstage staffer wearing glasses stopped Son Goku and the others as they were about to enter the tournament area. "Hold it! Only contestants who passed the preliminaries are allowed in here."
"The preliminary results are out? I bet we all passed," Krillin said with a faint smile.
"Wait! Tell me your names," the chubby man said, taking out a list and looking at Son Goku and the others.
"Krillin."
"Son Goku."
"Android 18."
"Vegeta."
"Demon Youth."
They gave their names one by one. Son Goku and Krillin were unfazed, Android 18 remained expressionless, and Vegeta looked thoroughly displeased. He still hadn't gotten over Trunks losing just now.
"Demon Youth?" Son Goku asked Piccolo in confusion. Piccolo explained, "Using the name Piccolo would be a bad idea!"
"Congratulations, you all passed the preliminaries," the chubby man said, checking the list and immediately letting them through. "Go ahead."
It was only to be expected. Son Goku and the others were practically the strongest people on Earth. If they couldn't pass the preliminaries of a mere martial arts tournament, they might as well go bang their heads against a block of tofu. Besides, Vegeta had smashed the punching machine.
"The draw will be held at 1:30," the chubby man reminded them.
"Honestly, the only real experts are us and Gohan. We'll get all the prize money," Krillin said nonchalantly as he led the way.
"Heh-heh, I don't need money in the afterlife anyway," Son Goku said just as casually.
But Son Goku, it seemed you'd hardly ever used money in the first place. The only time you'd ever earned any, you'd somehow managed to spend it all.
"You've got it easy. You can stay young forever in the afterlife," Krillin said with a smile.
"Hmm, if you're jealous, you can come along too, Krillin," Son Goku said.
"Don't tease me. I'm really happy right now," Krillin said with a smug grin, though there was a hint of lewdness in it.
Backstage at the tournament.
Two small figures sneaked inside. Trunks poked his head around, checking out the backstage area, while Son Goten followed behind with an exasperated look.
As if he'd spotted something, Trunks excitedly whispered, "Goten, come here."
Son Goten walked over, his eyes half-lidded. Following Trunks's pointing finger, he looked toward the backstage area, where a burly masked man stood. "What do you think? Does that masked guy look useful to us?"
A smug smile appeared on Trunks's little face. "If we put on an outfit like that, nobody will recognize us. We can take his place in the adult division."
"Yeah, that could work," Son Goten said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Trunks trotted over to the masked man. "Hey..."
"What is it? Want my autograph?" the masked man asked arrogantly.
Son Goten's mouth twitched. Seriously, could this guy be any more full of himself? Even if someone wanted an autograph, why would they ask a guy who didn't even show his face?
Trunks's mouth twitched too, but he still had to play along. "There's a really pretty young lady over there who wants to meet you, but she's shy, so she asked me to bring you over."
Honestly, by this point, even Trunks felt like throwing up, never mind Son Goten.
"Oh, really? Where is she?" A lecherous smile appeared beneath the masked man's mask.
"This way. Follow me." The masked man let Trunks lead him off. Wasn't this guy afraid of getting himself killed?
"Where is she? I have very high standards," the masked man said, looking around. The lecherous grin on his face would have scared away any girl, even if there really had been one.
"There's no pretty young lady, but there is a little kid's loving fist waiting for a creepy old man. Want it?"
Hearing the innocent voice behind him, the masked man instinctively turned around. Then a tiny fist flew toward his face, and... that was the end of it.
Watching the unconscious masked man, Son Goten and Trunks swiftly dragged him into a corner and stripped off his masked outfit. They had to admit, the guy was seriously creepy.
With their disguises secured, Son Goten and Trunks left the scene of the crime. As for that guy, who cared about him?
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