World Martial Arts Tournament

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, less than a month remained before the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Before that, little Wukong and Krillin, who had been learning ki control and the Flight Technique from Kashius, had made tremendous progress.

For little Wukong, it had taken less than three days from first understanding ki to successfully mastering the Flight Technique.

After that, he either sparred with Kashius every day or trained on his own, and the speed of his improvement left Kashius clicking his tongue in amazement.

As for our future strongest Earthling, Krillin was a bit slower. Although Kashius was teaching him, he had never experienced anything like ki before, which slowed down his training.

Still, after half a month, little Krillin finally managed to grasp the Flight Technique, and even successfully used a Kamehameha wave.

Though its power still was not very strong...

On this day, Kashius and the others were preparing to pack their things and set out to take part in the World Martial Arts Tournament.

The World Martial Arts Tournament could be called a grand gathering of martial arts experts on Earth.

This grand event not only decided who was number one under heaven, it also offered a generous cash prize as a reward.

From the original work, it was not hard to see that after Son Goku, who had never been one to earn money, died, Chi-Chi was still able to get by alone for so long. A large part of the reason was the support from the World Martial Arts Tournament prize money.

It seemed that right after Wukong defeated Piccolo Jr., he won the prize money and immediately married Chi-Chi. Then they lived happily for several years.

However, in the original work, only three World Martial Arts Tournaments were recorded.

The first time, Teacher Takeda won, and then the prize money seemed to have been eaten away by little Wukong in one meal. There was too much that was unreliable about this. How could ten million possibly be spent on a single meal? Akira Toriyama definitely exaggerated that.

As for the second time, because of bad luck, he lost to Tien Shinhan.

After that came the fight against Chi-Chi, the battle with Piccolo, and finally, the wedding.

"Hey, Kashius, since we can all fly now, why are we still planning to take a plane to the World Martial Arts Tournament? Wouldn't flying there directly be faster?" Krillin asked in confusion as he packed his luggage.

Little bald head, how could I possibly tell you that I've lived more than twenty years and never once been on a plane? Just be good and come experience flying by plane with me.

"Bastard! You guys can fly, but I can't!" Hearing this, Teacher Takeda cursed angrily at little Krillin from the side.

"Who told you to watch women's gymnastics instead of learning..."

"Krillin, what are you mumbling about?! Hurry up and pack your things!!!" Noticing Krillin muttering, Master Roshi roared in embarrassment and anger.

"He can even hear me when I'm that quiet. Looks like I'll have to stand farther away before saying anything next time." Krillin made a face at Master Roshi and thought to himself.

"That little brat! No respect for his elders at all!!!" After grumbling a few times, Master Roshi continued watching his women's gymnastics.

Seeing this scene, Kashius could only laugh awkwardly. To be honest, Kashius was on little Krillin's side. Respect your elders? You old pervert!

"Oh, right, Wukong. I heard you met a girl called Bulma, right?" Kashius glanced at Wukong and said.

"Mm, yeah. She's the girl who brought me away from Mount Paozu. Why? Do you need something from her?" Hearing Kashius's question, little Wukong replied.

"Nothing much. I'm just a bit interested in her Dragon Radar."

"Oh, I see. She'll probably go to the World Martial Arts Tournament this time. You can ask her about it then." Little Wukong seemed to remember what had been said when he parted ways with Bulma and the others, and spoke a little uncertainly.

"Mm, got it." Kashius nodded, then said, "Let's go pack our things."

"Okay!"

"This place is so lively, Wukong, Kashius!"

Looking at little Krillin's dumbstruck expression, Kashius merely smiled. For the World Martial Arts Tournament, where all of Earth's martial arts experts gathered, this number of people was far from anything special.

"Whoa, isn't that Bulma and Yamcha up ahead?!" At that moment, little Wukong pointed forward and let out a cry of surprise.

"Hm?! Bulma?!"

To be honest, Kashius was very interested in this genius girl. Not only had she created the Dragon Radar at such a young age, she also had courage ordinary people lacked, braving danger and going out alone to search for the Dragon Balls.

In Dragon Ball Z, for the sake of Son Goku and the others, she even followed Kashius's future nephew, Son Gohan, to Namek to search for the Dragon Balls.

It could be said that Bulma had also been one of Kashius's favorite characters in his previous life.

"Yo, Wukong, you guys came too!" Bulma and Yamcha, not far away, also noticed Wukong and the others, and greeted them with smiles.

At this moment, Kashius finally saw what Bulma looked like.

Blue hair, a delicate little face, curved willow-leaf brows, and those big eyes that blinked and fluttered as if they could speak. Though she was still a little young, the youthful aura radiating from her made Bulma even more charming and captivating.

Sure enough, the moment Master Roshi heard Bulma, he immediately latched onto her.

"Remember me, little lady? When are we going to play together? You know, that game, bang! Bang! That one." Master Roshi made gestures as he spoke, laughing lewdly.

Uh... old pervert, you're... done for. Pray for yourself! Kashius silently prayed for Master Roshi in his heart.

Sure enough, Bulma's face flushed bright red. In her shame and anger, she pulled out a giant hammer from who knew where and sent Master Roshi flying with one blow.

"Uh... hello. I'm Kashius, Wukong's biological younger brother." Kashius quickly stepped forward and introduced himself.

Watching Kashius introduce himself, Bulma and Yamcha each had their own thoughts.

"So he's Wukong's younger brother? But he's so handsome." As Bulma sized up Kashius, she became infatuated in her heart.

This was no surprise. Kashius already had a handsome face to begin with, and on top of that, he was around one meter sixty tall. His whole body radiated a youthful, sunny aura that was intoxicating.

"Goku's little brother?!" Yamcha, standing to the side, had a slight change in expression.

If he was Goku's little brother, then he had to be pretty strong too. Looked like there was one more competitor for the prize money this time.

Hmm... but why was Goku's little brother so different from Goku? As Goku's little brother, how was he so much taller than him?

It was really... unbelievable.

"Kashius, this is Bulma. And this here is her boyfriend, Yamcha."

After little Goku pointed at Bulma and Yamcha, he introduced them to Kashius.

"Kashius is here to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament too?"

"Of course. After all, ten million in prize money is a huge temptation," Kashius said.

"Since Kashius is Goku's little brother, he must be really strong too, right?" Bulma asked.

"Of course! Kashius is really strong," little Goku cut in before Kashius could answer.

"Then you'll have to go easy on Yamcha," Bulma said, covering her mouth in embarrassment.

"Hey, Bulma, I don't need that!"

Well, well. So it was for your boyfriend.

"Uh... haha, I'll t-try my best..." Kashius said awkwardly.

After getting to know one another, Kashius and the others all successfully signed up.

Of course, when they registered, the person in charge inevitably had some doubts about them. But after Krillin said they were disciples of Master Roshi, the person in charge agreed quite readily.

After registration came the preliminaries. For Kashius and the others, this was undoubtedly a piece of cake.

By coincidence, Krillin actually ran into the senior disciple who had once humiliated him. As for the result, that big bald head was settled by Krillin with a single punch, and Krillin drew cheers from the audience because of it.