The Wronged Son Goku

Earth, West City, blanketed in snow.

A bitter wind brushed across Bulma's face as she sat beside the pavilion. It was so cold that she had practically curled herself into a ball.

"So, just because you wanted to fight Hit from Universe 6, you sold out our Earth?" Bulma sized up Son Goku and Vegeta standing before her and demanded.

"I-I couldn't help it. I didn't know things would turn out like this. I thought instant noodles would be enough to handle Lord Champa. How was I supposed to know Lord Beerus would use Earth to boast?" Son Goku said with a miserable, aggrieved expression.

"So that God of Destruction from Universe 6 used Earth as a bargaining chip over something like that?" Bulma glared and rapped Son Goku sharply on the forehead with her fist, scolding him furiously.

"Do you even have a brain? This is Earth—Earth! What if you lose after betting the whole planet?

Did you even think this through, Goku?" Bulma narrowed her eyes and shifted her icy gaze to Vegeta beside him. The bone-chilling cold in her stare made even their proud prince shudder.

Vegeta very "calmly" turned his head away, forcing himself not to blink as he stared at Bulla, who was making a snowman with Trunks. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he was concerned about his child rather than feeling guilty.

"So, to make sure we win, I came back to ask Kashius to join us in the tournament." After a pause, Son Goku raised a clenched fist and declared confidently, "As long as Vegeta, Kashius, and I compete together, they're absolutely no match for us!"

"What are the rules of the tournament?" Bulma asked, raising her eyes.

"Hm? The rules?" Son Goku froze upon hearing that. He had returned