Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

"Master Roshi already gave me a Capsule Corp Capsule filled with water back at the dojo. Thank you."

Bulma paused, stunned. "At the dojo? Master Roshi gave you a capsule?"

Nam nodded. "Yes. The villagers are still waiting for me to bring the water back, so I must take my leave!"

"Oh, goodbye then!"

With that, Nam walked away and disappeared from sight.

Bulma stroked her chin, deep in thought.

"At the dojo, Master Roshi gave him a capsule. Jackie Chun's power is even greater than when Master Roshi put out that fire. A Kamehameha can push the moon away, and Master Roshi disappeared right from the start..."

The image of Master Roshi's bald head overlapped with Jackie Chun's, and Bulma's pupils constricted.

"I get it now. So he was the one playing Jackie Chun; the two of them were the same person all along."

Just then, the referee announced, "For the fourth match, contestant Son Goku will face contestant Giran. Will both contestants please step onto the stage?"

Soon, a dinosaur-man walked onto the ring. He was massive, with wings on his back and well-developed muscles. He was clearly not an ordinary human, but a monster-man. He was Goku's opponent, Giran.

At the same time, Little Goku stepped onto the ring and began stretching on his own. Seeing Little Goku acting as if no one else was there and starting to do leg stretches, Giran looked displeased.

"Kid, I'm going to beat you until you're crying for your mommy!"

Son Goku looked over at Giran, his little nose twitching as he sniffed the air. "Huh, you smell delicious, brother! What a pity..."

Giran asked curiously, "Pity for what?"

Son Goku continued his warm-up and said, "My roasted dinosaur skills are top-notch! With your build, you're fatty but not greasy; you'd definitely sizzle with oil over a fire. But since you've gained sentience, I can't roast you, which is why it's a pity!"

Giran was furious. "What? You little brat, you're actually looking down on me!"

Just then, the referee shouted, "The match begins!"

Relying on his size advantage, Giran suddenly swept a leg toward Son Goku. His massive thigh was even larger than Little Goku's entire body; blocking it would be useless. However, it was precisely because of his large size that he had so many openings. Little Goku didn't retreat but instead pressed forward, using his offense to dodge the kick before landing a backhand kick right on Giran's face.

"Bang!" With a thud, Giran fell to the ground.

The referee was also taken aback, and he immediately began commentating, "Incredible! Giran struck first, but Son Goku didn't retreat; he pressed forward, dodged the attack, and landed a kick on Giran's face. Giran has been knocked down!"

"Damn it!"

Giran rubbed his face and stood up. "Kid, you've made me angry! Now see what I can really do!"

As he spoke, Giran swung his massive fist in an uppercut toward Goku. Son Goku once again didn't retreat but pressed forward, blocking Giran's attack with his left hand while his right hand formed a fist and slammed into Giran's abdomen.

Giran let out a miserable groan, clutching his stomach as his face twisted in pain. Unexpectedly, Little Goku didn't give him a moment to catch his breath. He circled behind him, grabbed Giran's tail, swung him around, and slammed him heavily onto the ground.

"Smack!" With a deafening crash, Giran made intimate contact with the floor. The sound was thunderous, clearly audible to everyone in the vicinity of the tournament.

The referee was astonished by this scene.

"Good heavens! Son Goku's strength is truly astonishing!

He is so small, yet he swung the massive Giran around and slammed him heavily onto the floor!

That is truly remarkable!"

Son Goku looked down at Giran, who had collapsed on the ground.

He saw the corners of Giran's mouth twitch a few times, and before the referee could even begin the count, Giran actually stood back up.

Son Goku blinked and once again assumed his starting stance.

However, the very next second, Giran directly announced his surrender.

The referee announced the result of the match at that moment.

"Contestant Son Goku is the winner!"

Seeing this, Krillin and Chi-Chi cheered.

Chi-Chi: "Goku, you were amazing!"

Krillin: "Goku, you're so incredible! You won in just a few moves!"

Chi-Chi nodded and said, "That's right, you're too strong, Goku.

You won the match without even breaking a sweat, unlike me, who had to use every ounce of my strength to defeat Nam!"

Goku gave a faint smile: "It's different; Nam's strength is far superior to Giran's to begin with."

Chi-Chi suddenly realized, her eyes sparkling with little stars once again.

"Goku, you're so smart to have noticed that."

Son Goku gave an awkward smile; Chi-Chi was starting to fawn over him again.

If he were to get cocky, he would just look foolish.

Having spent so much time with children, his own mindset had become like a child's as well.

Seeing Little Goku win so easily, Jackie Chun couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

"This kid is too strong; he hasn't even used much stamina yet.

I hope I don't end up losing to my own student."

Soon, the referee continued to advance the tournament schedule.

"After a brilliant competition, the final four of this tournament have been decided:

Contestant Jackie Chun, Contestant Krillin, Contestant Chi-Chi, and Contestant Son Goku. Let us give them a warm round of applause!"

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause.

Bulma looked at the final four and shrugged helplessly.

Good grief, one Master Roshi and his three students had taken all four spots, leaving no room for anyone else.

They could just fight amongst themselves; was there even a need to participate in the tournament?

Bulma tilted her head as she looked at Goku and muttered, "Still, Master Roshi thought this through.

Afraid they would become arrogant, he entered the tournament himself to show them that there is always someone better.

Even if he isn't very serious, he is certainly a qualified teacher."

The people off-stage looked at the ring, seeing one old man and three children, all with varying expressions.

"The final four are decided. Who would have thought it would be one old man and three children? How strange!"

"I heard they are all Master Roshi's disciples!"

"Indeed! Master Roshi is truly amazing!"

"Yes, yes, Master Roshi's three students took three of the four spots. The title of God of Martial Arts truly belongs to him!"

Seeing the other three on the ring, along with himself, being praised by the audience, Jackie Chun felt secretly gratified.

After the audience's high spirits subsided, the referee began to announce the next match.

"The fifth match begins now!

I invite Jackie Chun and Krillin to the stage!"

"Krillin, go for it!"

"Jackie Chun is very strong, just give it your all!"

Krillin nodded. "Yeah, even if I can't beat him, I'll do my best to drain his stamina."

"I refuse to believe that the three of us taking turns can't defeat one old man."

"The championship of the Martial Arts Tournament will definitely belong to our Turtle School."

Chi-Chi's eyes brightened. "Mm, good luck!"

Son Goku cast an encouraging look toward Krillin.

He knew that the old man was actually Master Roshi.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the Turtle School had already dominated the tournament.

Unlike in the past, both Krillin and Jackie Chun had advanced through the crowd by winning fight after fight.

The two of them didn't say another word.

Krillin knew full well he was no match for his opponent, so he struck first.

He stomped hard against the ground and thrust a punch toward Jackie Chun.

Jackie Chun didn't dare to be careless and quickly retreated to dodge.

Krillin had known before he even moved that this probing strike wouldn't land.

His techniques shifted rapidly, immediately transitioning into a side kick, a sweeping roundhouse, a straight punch, and an uppercut.

A flurry of chained attacks followed in quick succession.

It left even Jackie Chun flustered for a moment.

Fortunately, he hadn't underestimated Krillin and managed to block each of his follow-up strikes.

The two of them quickly put some distance between each other.