Goten was really annoyed, and so was Trunks. Damn it, they were supposed to fight adults. Wasn't it just bullying a bunch of little kids? Trunks had taken out one blond kid who looked tough but was actually a total pushover with a single kick. Now it was Son Goten's turn.
"Ikuse, take this seriously, okay? Don't let your guard down like your big brother did," called a plump middle-aged woman sitting beside Oolong, her voice loud and shrill as a duck's quack.
"Goten, go easy on him," Chi-Chi called out too, sitting on the other side of Oolong and Bulma. But she was worried Goten might hit too hard. Until Trunks and Goten faced off, the matches had been incredibly boring.
"Hmph, why does my noble son have to fight a bunch of uncultured brats like you again? What rotten luck," the plump woman said resentfully, glancing at Chi-Chi.
Bulma looked smug as she taunted her. "Oh, so that's why that silly kid was so slow on the uptake. He's the younger brother of that other dope. No wonder he's just as stupid."
"Don't expect another miracle! Once my boy takes this kid down, you'll see what he can do!" the plump woman shouted back.
Son Goten yawned, looking bored. An opponent like this couldn't get him fired up at all.
"Hmph, this little runt. With so many people watching, I'll teach him a lesson," the guy named Ikuse thought contemptuously, looking down at Son Goten's small frame.
"Hmm, this boy..." The Blonde Announcer stared at Son Goten's familiar face and hairstyle, and suddenly realized who he was. "Son Goten! Oh, he must be Son Goku's son. He looks so much like him—almost identical."
"Begin!"
At the announcer's shout, Ikuse struck a fighting stance and smiled smugly. "A little brat like you actually has the nerve to step into this ring."
"Take this—Killer Fist!" Ikuse roared as he threw a powerful punch at Son Goten's face.
So slow. That was the only thought in Son Goten's mind. Watching the punch crawl toward him, he stopped it with a light tap of one finger.
"Oooh!" Ikuse looked embarrassed when his punch was blocked. He swung a kick at Son Goten, but Son Goten stopped that just as easily.
"Looks like you've got a little skill," Ikuse said, lightly bouncing from foot to foot. The plump woman looked smugly confident. "Oh-ho-ho-ho! Ikuse's about to get serious!"
"Haaaaah!"
Ikuse shouted and unleashed a flurry of punches at Son Goten. Son Goten sighed. "Man, this is boring."
Son Goten suddenly punched Ikuse in the left eye, and a black eye immediately formed. Ikuse staggered around unsteadily.
"Something feels a little off."
Frowning, Son Goten gave Ikuse's right eye another punch, leaving him with a matching black eye.
"That's better."
Son Goten looked at Ikuse lying on the ground with satisfaction. The matching black eyes on either side of Ikuse's face looked much more balanced. He clapped his hands and walked off the ring.
"Contestant Ikuse has lost consciousness. Contestant Son Goten is the winner!" The announcer took a look at Ikuse, saw that he had only passed out, and immediately declared Son Goten the victor.
"Rrrr!"
The plump woman looked utterly disbelieving. Bulma smugly stuck out her tongue and pulled a face at her. Furious, the woman lunged at Bulma. "I've had enough!"
The woman looked ready to fight Bulma to the death, but Chi-Chi knocked her out with one punch. "Calm down for a while!"
The tournament was incredibly boring. Most of the matches were just kids fighting, and both Trunks and Son Goten took out their opponents in a single move.
At last came the most important match, and the final one: the championship bout between Trunks and Son Goten.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the junior division championship match is about to begin! Trunks and Son Goten—which of them will emerge victorious? Both young contestants made it to the finals with overwhelming wins. And what's more, they're good friends!"
The Blonde Announcer introduced Son Goten and Trunks, standing in the ring. In the waiting room, Satan sat on the couch with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar. He glanced at one of the tournament staff and remarked casually, "Oh, those two kids are pretty good."
"This match should be quite a spectacle, Mr. Satan. Why not go watch?" the staff member wearing glasses suggested.
"Sure, I'll go take a look. I'll have to fight the little guy who wins the championship anyway," Satan said, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Finally, a match worth watching." Krillin rested both hands on the railing and looked at the two fighters in the ring.
"Yeah."
Son Gohan hurried over at a jog and joined the others. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The preliminaries just ended."
"They're so slow, even with a brand-new machine," Krillin complained.
"You got here just in time. Their match is about to start," Son Goku said with a smile.
"The junior division finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament begin now!"
The two bowed to show their respect, then took their fighting stances and stared at each other, brimming with fighting spirit.
Huh, why does that kid look so familiar? Satan stared at Son Goten's face, resting a hand on his chin as he tried to remember.
"Ha!"
"Tuan."
Son Goten's eyes narrowed. In an instant, he transformed into a Super Saiyan, leaving everyone stunned.
"A Super Saiyan! Goten, I told you not to transform!" Son Gohan said angrily, watching Son Goten's transformation.
"Wow, Goten can already transform into a Super Saiyan!" Son Goku was shocked. His son was only seven, and seeing him transform into a Super Saiyan really startled him.
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