Planet Zuno.
When Son Gohan landed on the plaza before the grand hall, his first reaction was:
This place looked like a cosmic intelligence and administrative center.
A long queue stretched across the plaza, winding for several kilometers.
Every kind of race in the universe was present: ones with long antennae, ones with shells, gaseous lifeforms, cyborgs.
The various alien races stood in line obediently, inching forward slowly.
Several small attendants resembling Zuno stood on either side of the queue. Short in stature and dressed in uniform robes, they maintained order.
A burly multi-armed alien grew impatient with the wait and squeezed a step forward, only to be immediately pushed back by two small attendants.
Son Gohan glanced at how fast the line was moving.
How long would this take?
He had no interest in waiting in line and headed straight for the grand hall.
As he reached the entrance, an alien happened to be coming out.
Having just kissed Zuno and received his answer, he wore a satisfied expression.
The next person in line was about to step inside when Son Gohan moved directly in front of him.
The man froze.
He was a hulking alien brute, his muscles so swollen they piled atop one another. His skin was rough and iron-gray all over.
He was at least three times Son Gohan's size.
He lowered his head to glare at Son Gohan, snorting through his nostrils as the muscles in his face twitched.
"Hey, shorty."
He roared in a rough voice.
"Are you looking to die? I waited in line for years to get here. It's finally my turn—and you suddenly cut in front of me?"
Son Gohan turned to look at him, his expression calm.
In this world, strength was the only right to speak. A hard fist