Dragon Ball Z!

At the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Goku broke into his trademark carefree grin.

He rolled his neck from side to side, producing several teeth-grinding cracks, then did something that made every spectator instantly spray the soda they had just swallowed into rainbow-colored mist.

He grabbed the tacky orange martial arts uniform bearing the turtle shell emblem with both hands, tore it off like a bothersome layer of plastic wrap, and casually tossed it onto the ground.

The seemingly weightless scrap of cloth left Goku's fingertips.

Bang!

Thud!

The entire arena—no, the entire tournament venue—shuddered violently!

Several kernels of popcorn were jolted right out of the hands of nearby spectators.

When everyone looked through the swirling dust, their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets in unison.

The Turtle School uniform Goku had casually discarded now lay on the incredibly hard, specially made stone slabs of the ring. It was not lying flat—it had sunk into them like two meteors!

The entire venue fell silent.

The fangirls who had been screaming for their idol moments ago stood with their mouths hanging open, their jaws practically dropped.

At the commentator's booth, the sunglasses-wearing host had his shades crooked on his nose. His mouth opened and closed several times, but he could not force out a single syllable.

The only sound in the air was the repeated hiss of countless people sucking in cold breaths, like a meeting of startled snakes.

"Wh-what the hell?!" A young man in a baseball cap at the back of the audience seats grabbed his hair. "Was that outfit made of iron?! No, wait! Even iron wouldn't be that heavy, right?!"

"Th-this is... Goku's strength?" The Uncle beside him had gone pale, muttering to himself as his worldview was repeatedly ground to dust by those two craters.

Son