Son Goten VS Trunks

"Kakarot, today I'll show you whether my son's bloodline is purer or yours," Vegeta laughed.

Goku smiled. "Letting the kids see the world is enough; winning or losing doesn't matter."

"Kakarot, you're trying to dodge the issue again. Just watch, Trunks will definitely win."

Goten and Trunks leaped apart and clashed, trading punches and kicks, locked in a stalemate.

Videl and Gohan walked over slowly. Videl spoke up, "Hurry up, Gohan, Goten's match has already started."

Krillin patted Gohan. "Your girlfriend? She's quite cute," Krillin said with a mischievous grin.

"Uncle Krillin, don't talk nonsense. This is my classmate Videl; Master Yun Feng knows her too," Gohan said flustered.

Videl greeted Yun Feng, who nodded in return, and they all turned their attention to the ring.

The two boys' performance had already stunned the audience. "How is this so spectacular? Are they really just children? I'm sure this isn't a TV show."

The referee, wearing glasses, said with satisfaction, "As expected of Son Goku's son. This is the World Martial Arts Tournament I've been waiting for."

The two fought into the air and back onto the ring, having traded at least a hundred blows.

"Goten, you've improved, haven't you? To think you could fight me to this extent."

"Haha, Trunks, Dad and my brother taught me a lot of fighting techniques! I won't lose to you," Goten said with a grin.

"Goten, although you've improved, isn't it a bit arrogant to say you can beat me?"

"I can do it, Trunks. Don't underestimate me."

Goten lunged forward and punched Trunks in the face, sending him flying backward, and Goten gave chase.

Trunks fired a ki blast that hit Goten, who crossed his arms to block it before sliding backward.

Trunks appeared behind Goten and grabbed him.

The spectators above were dumbfounded. "Are kids these days this strong? And the two of them were just hovering in the air—is that the new trend?"

A tournament staff member ran to Mr. Satan's room and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Satan, come out and take a look! These two boys are incredible. You'll be fighting the champion later."

Mr. Satan's voice came from inside: "What's there to see about two kids?"

Mr. Satan walked out, grumbling, and followed the staff member toward the arena.

Trunks held onto Goten tightly, and no matter how much effort Goten exerted, he couldn't break free.

Suddenly, Goten's hair stood on end, turning gold, and a golden aura erupted around him, instantly breaking Trunks' hold.

Then, Goten reverted to his normal form.

"Goten, you're cheating! We agreed not to turn into Super Saiyans."

Goten apologized with a sheepish smile, "Sorry, Trunks. I wasn't paying attention and accidentally turned into a Super Saiyan."

As it turned out, Yun Feng, Goku, and the others had agreed before the World Martial Arts Tournament not to transform into Super Saiyans, fearing it would cause unnecessary trouble.

Videl's eyes were practically popping out of her head. "Gohan, can everyone in your family turn into a Golden Warrior?"

Gohan gave an awkward laugh, while the people around them stared with wide eyes. "Did that kid just change? Or are our eyes playing tricks on us?"

Mr. Satan's eyes were wide open. "These two brats are definitely not simple."

The two charged at each other again, their battle intensifying as they took to the skies.

Mr. Satan stared fixedly at the two, backing away. "What do I do? What do I do? I'm going to be killed."

The two separated again. Trunks' hands glowed with light, and he fired an energy wave at Goten, who tilted his head to dodge it. Trunks raised his hand, and the energy wave soared into the sky.

"Trunks, I can do that too! I can do it too!" Goten shouted.

"Bluffing. Goten, you definitely can't control energy waves like I can."

"I can! Kamehameha!" A white energy wave shimmered in little Goten's hands and fired toward Trunks, who jumped to the side to dodge it.

However, Goten still couldn't control the Kamehameha properly; it grazed the referee and blew the roof off the tournament arena.

Goku slapped his forehead. "Goten still can't control it well."

Trunks suddenly declared victory. "Goten, I'm going to win this fight."

Goten laughed. "Trunks, you're bluffing. You can't beat me."

The two lunged at each other, grappling and pulling, until Trunks suddenly threw Goten high into the air with all his might.

Goten hovered in the sky and thought to himself, "Sky battle it is."

He gathered his ki and dove toward Trunks below. Trunks watched the rapidly approaching Goten. "Goten just learned Flight; he definitely isn't as fast as me."

Seeing Goten about to collide with him, Trunks dodged to the side. Goten manifested a light blast in his hand, using its recoil to propel himself toward the dodging Trunks.

Trunks, seeing Goten about to hit him, immediately powered up. His hair turned gold, a golden aura flared around him, and his speed surged instantly.

He leaped upward to dodge Goten's attack, but Goten couldn't stop due to his momentum. Trunks immediately fired a light blast.

It hit Goten in the back—boom—and Goten's body came to a halt, but he was already out of bounds.

The surrounding audience was stunned, followed by an eruption of thunderous applause and cheers.

The referee immediately announced in a loud voice, "The champion of the Junior Division of the World Martial Arts Tournament is Trunks."

Vegeta: "Kakarot, it seems my son's bloodline is superior."

Goku smiled slightly, "Both children performed well."

Yun Feng looked at the two little ones: "I suddenly remembered a cultivation technique that is very suitable for these two."

Hearing Yun Feng's words, Goku said happily: "Really? Master, if these two little ones can receive your guidance, they will surely benefit infinitely."

The referee shouted: "Next, we will have the match between the Junior Champion and the World Champion. I believe that by learning from Mr. Satan, Trunks will surely benefit greatly. Let us welcome Mr. Satan."

Mr. Satan paced back and forth inside, "What do I do, what do I do? I'm going to be killed."

"That's it, the opponent is just a little kid. If I lose to that brat on purpose, the audience will definitely buy it. That's what I'll do."

Mr. Satan walked out slowly, then jumped onto the stage and made a victory gesture.

The audience immediately began to chant: "Satan, Satan, Satan..."

Looking at the comical Mr. Satan, Trunks wondered, "Is this person really stronger than Dad?"

Trunks had already started warming up, while Goten cheered from below, "Go, Trunks!!"

Mr. Satan said nervously: "Kid, it's just a professional match, what are you cheering for?"

Mr. Satan snuck up to Trunks: "Little friend, there's a little greeting before the match starts, which is to gently touch the other person's face with your hand."

Trunks nodded, half-understanding.

At the referee's command, "Match start," the two stood on opposite sides, and Mr. Satan deliberately leaned his face toward Trunks.

"Remember, little friend, gently," Trunks raised his fist and tapped Mr. Satan lightly, sending him flying.

Mr. Satan stood up as if nothing had happened: "The young man has quite good strength; he will surely become a successful martial artist in the future."

The referee immediately spoke up: "As expected of Mr. Satan, to actually lose to Trunks on purpose—truly the demeanor of a world champion."

Trunks: ...

After getting off the stage, Mr. Satan clutched his head and howled in his room, "Damn it, this brat! I told him to be gentle, why did he hit so hard? Damn it, it hurts, it hurts so much!"