"Damn you, brat! How dare you look down on us!" West Kai snapped.
South Kai considered for a moment, then said, "You're right. None of us are good at fighting, so we really can't hurt you. But do you dare let Pikkon, the champion of the Underworld World Martial Arts Tournament, give it a try?"
"Exactly!" West Kai shouted. "Showing off in front of us proves nothing. If you dare let Pikkon try, we'll believe you're as strong as you say."
"No problem," Son Goshin said. "Bring that so-called champion here. I'll show him that there's always someone stronger out there."
"Fine. Wait here. I'll bring Pikkon over right now," West Kai said.
Son Goshin nodded. "All right. I'll wait."
"Young man, don't be so hotheaded or so overconfident," East Kai said. "You are you, and your father is your father. Of course, if you really do have the strength, forget I said anything."
Son Goshin smiled. "What's youth without a little fire? Besides, of course I'm confident when I have the strength to back it up. I never used my father's name to throw my weight around. You're the ones who refused to believe in my strength, so you assumed I was bragging."
"All right, all right. I'm not going to argue with you," East Kai said. "The proof is in the doing. We'll find out soon enough."
North Kai pulled Son Goshin aside. "Gozhen, are you really sure about this? I saw Pikkon's strength at the World Martial Arts Tournament. I don't know exactly how strong he is, but judging by his aura, he's at least on par with super Saiyan 2."
Son Goshin laughed. "I thought he was going to be really strong. So he's only at the level of super Saiyan 2? Don't worry, North Kai.