Because of the differences in timing.
Quite a few things had changed after all.
For instance, there were now many unfamiliar faces in the arena.
To name just one example, Universe 6's contestants were different.
The Iron Giant Magetta was absent, replaced by an unfamiliar Saiyan.
Besides him, there was another unfamiliar man who was exceptionally ugly.
Among the ten contestants, Caulifla was dressed like a rebellious teenage girl.
The petite girl sported a fluffy, wild mane of hair. She wore loose, dark-purple trousers, but her upper body was clad in nothing but a pink tube top that barely covered the essentials, with pitifully little fabric.
She openly sized up Son Gohan and asked, "Hey, are you a Saiyan too?"
Apparently, she was a rebellious social butterfly.
Son Gohan looked at her and grinned. "Yes, kid."
"What did you say? Kid? Nobody on Planet Sadala dares call me that! Who the hell do you think you are, idiot?" Caulifla immediately flew into a rage.
How dare he call her a kid? The nerve!
"Good luck. See you." Son Gohan smiled, turned, and walked away without lingering.
"Tch, bastard! That damn guy doesn't look like anything special." Caulifla planted her hands on her hips, seething at Son Gohan.
"Come on, sis. Let it go." Kale tugged at her from beside her.
Compared to Caulifla's fiery temper, Kale was extremely reserved. Even her voice was soft and timid, as though she feared anyone might hear her.
Hit, meanwhile, kept watching Son Gohan's retreating back without saying a word.
At that moment, Champa said, "Once the fighting starts, don't provoke him. You hear me? Stay away from that guy as much as possible."
"Why?" Caulifla protested.
Champa glanced at her. "Why? Because you'd only humiliate yourselves."
"Tch, damn it." Caulifla clenched her fists,