"Bulma! Senior Brother!"
Krillin was delighted to see Bulma and Jerry appear. Turtle Hermit over there was equally delighted, though his lecherous gaze was mostly fixed on Bulma.
He even tried to reach out while Krillin was talking to Bulma, but Bulma, who had been on guard, knocked him flat with a punch.
"Krillin, it seems you haven't been training very hard these past few years."
Jerry smiled as he looked Krillin up and down.
When Krillin participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament five years ago, his battle power had been 1,800. Now, it had not even reached 1,900, meaning he had gained less than a hundred.
Sure enough, without a sense of crisis, there was no motivation to improve one's battle power.
Krillin scratched his head sheepishly. He truly had not put much effort into training over the past five years.
The reason he had been able to persist with training at Kami's Lookout for those three years, especially gritting his teeth through training under two and three times gravity, was largely because everyone worked hard every day. That atmosphere had carried him along.
Besides, he really had wanted to make one final push before the Twenty-Third World Martial Arts Tournament.
Over these five years, he had been alone and had devoted most of his energy to finding a girlfriend, so naturally he had grown slack.
The little improvement he had made had come from exercising during the past two years while living at Kame House.
"Goku's here. He's improved quite a bit!"
At that moment, Jerry suddenly sensed something and looked up into the sky. Goku was flying over on the Flying Nimbus, holding his son Gohan.
Goku's battle power had been 3,100 five years ago. Now, it was approaching 6,000. It seemed that getting married and