Son Gohan Is Attacked

"Outside the ring, Spopovich wins," the referee announced as Spopovich finally stopped beating Videl and threw her off the stage. Even he couldn't bear to watch her suffer. In his decades-long career as a referee, he'd never seen anyone torment an opponent like this.

Son Gohan returned to his normal state, then hurried over, scooped up the barely conscious Videl, and carried her to the Martial Arts Tournament infirmary.

"Whoosh."

Son Goku knew Videl was in bad shape, too. He pressed his index and middle fingers to his forehead and used Instant Transmission to leave the arena.

"Um, could you wait a minute?" Son Gohan, worried about Videl, wasn't in the mood to fight just yet. He spoke to the referee first. "I'm waiting for some medicine to treat her."

The referee glanced at Son Gohan's opponent, Kibito, and, seeing that he didn't object, agreed to Son Gohan's request.

In a secluded corner of the Martial Arts Tournament grounds.

"Trunks, why'd you stop me? If it weren't for you, I'd have beaten that Spopovich to death just now!" Son Goten glared furiously, veins bulging on his forehead as killing intent radiated from him.

Trunks swallowed nervously. Son Goten was terrifying right now. If he said the wrong thing, he'd probably end up in Hell, keeping King Yemma company.

"Um, Goten, Videl's not in any serious danger now. Besides, if Gohan wins this match, he'll definitely fight that guy in the next round and avenge Videl," Trunks explained, sweating nervously.

"Damn it. Just don't let me run into him," Son Goten said coldly. His anger had eased somewhat, and he punched the wall.

In the Martial Arts Tournament infirmary, Son Gohan looked at Videl's battered state, his brow furrowed. His tightly clenched fists showed just how upset he was. As for Satan, well, he was still unconscious beside Videl.

"Whoosh."

Son Goku returned, a small pouch in his hand.

"Dad, did you get the Senzu Beans?" Son Gohan hurried over, delighted.

"Yeah." Son Goku took a blue-green bean from the pouch. "We haven't grown any lately, but luckily there were still three left."

Son Gohan took the Senzu Bean and rushed into the infirmary. Ignoring the doctor's objections, he fed it to Videl, then left.

"All right! The match between Kibito and the Great Saiyaman begins now!" the referee announced loudly as Son Gohan returned and walked onto the stage with Kibito.

"Great Saiyaman!"

"Great Saiyaman!"

"That's right! He's the hero who appeared in Satan City!"

The handsome blond guy and the blond girl beside him stared at Son Gohan, dressed as the Great Saiyaman. A pockmarked man peered at him through binoculars. "That guy looks like Son Gohan."

"What?" The handsome blond guy snatched the binoculars from him. "It really is Son Gohan! He's got the exact same hairstyle."

"But why's Son Gohan up there?" the blond guy asked suspiciously.

"Maybe he's shy. Let's cheer him on!" the blond girl said.

"Gohan, good luck!"

Hearing his name suddenly ring out from the stands, Son Gohan jumped. He looked toward the voice and saw his classmates.

Damn, how'd they figure it out? ...Well, I did lose my headband when I turned Super Saiyan.

"Hi," Son Gohan said, giving his classmates an awkward grin.

"Ready? Then let the match begin."

What a headache. I even went out of my way to alter this outfit, and now I've been exposed. And my opponent isn't some pushover I can beat without a second thought. Son Gohan was already feeling a headache coming on.

"Turn into a Super Saiyan. I want to see whether a Super Saiyan can be of any use in the end," Kibito suddenly said, breaking his silence.

Son Gohan was stunned. "How do you know about Super Saiyans?"

"Don't ask. Just transform," Kibito said coldly.

"Gohan."

Hearing his name, Son Gohan turned and saw Piccolo nodding to him.

"Well? Is it him?" Yamu asked Spopovich, who was holding a Scouter.

"No. His energy is too low," Spopovich replied, shaking his head.

Seeing Piccolo's approval, Son Gohan began gathering his energy.

"I don't know what you're planning, but I'll do as you wish. I'll transform into a Super Saiyan—and not just any Super Saiyan, but one who's surpassed his limits. How about that?" Son Gohan said coldly.

"Surpassed his limits?" Kibito exclaimed in shock.

"Haaaah!"

Wild energy burst from Son Gohan with his roar, sweeping over the arena like a hurricane as electricity crackled around him.

Super Saiyan 2. He wasn't as powerful as he'd once been, but he was still stronger than a Super Saiyan.

The whole crowd stared at Son Gohan's transformation in stunned silence.

"A blond warrior! Just like those two kids—he's a blond warrior too!" a spectator shouted.

"Look!" Spopovich stared in astonishment at the Scouter in his hand. Its needle was spinning wildly.

"Such immense energy! It has to be him!" Yamu declared decisively.

"Well? Any other requests? Are you going to fight me like this?" Son Gohan asked with a confident smile.

What incredible energy. It's hard to believe he's an Earthling, Kibito thought.

"Hmph. The kid was even stronger than this when he took down Cell," Vegeta scoffed, apparently annoyed that Son Gohan was so talented yet didn't train hard. "Looks like a peaceful life has made him complacent."

Supreme Kai, who had already explained his identity to everyone, looked grave. "This power... It's beyond anything I imagined. Can we stop it?"

"Stop it?"

Seeing Spopovich and Yamu make their move, Supreme Kai quickly immobilized Son Gohan as he tried to fight back. Spopovich restrained him while Yamu shoved a strange device into Son Gohan's abdomen and drained his energy. Once it was full, the two ran off.

"You think you can just show off and run away?" Son Goten shouted. He tossed aside his disguise and took off after them with the Flight Technique.

"Goten, wait for me!" Trunks tore off his Masked Fighter outfit and chased after Son Goten.