In a vast, open-air battle arena.
Turles arrived here ahead of time, bringing Trunks and Son Goten with him.
In the empty space, only the three of them stood, appearing somewhat small.
Turles crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two little ones wearing fully enclosed helmets.
"So, are you sure you're confident?"
"We have many experts here!"
However, upon hearing this reminder, the two little ones showed no worry whatsoever; instead, they were filled with excitement.
"Really?"
"We are very powerful!"
"The two of us will definitely surprise you!"
Like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, the two little ones spoke with a tone full of eagerness and confidence for battle, completely disregarding their approaching opponent.
"That's right, that's right!" Son Goten echoed with a smile, his voice filled with barely concealed joy.
Turles looked at the two men, who were full of fighting spirit, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
"That's exactly the kind of drive we need!"
He paused, then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.
"However, I must remind you that from now on, no matter who you meet, you must control your reactions and behavior!"
Turles emphasized his words, his gaze sweeping over the two little ones.
As he spoke, he looked at Son Goten.
" Kakarot, your father Son Goku, will be among them."
Son Goten's small body trembled violently.
Even through the thick helmet, you could almost feel his breathing suddenly become rapid.
He couldn't help but feel nervous about the father he had never met.
Are we about to meet?
He both longed to see that blurry figure and feared that he would disappoint him.
Trunks, standing nearby, keenly sensed the intense fluctuations in Son Goten's emotions.
Although he didn't understand why Son Goten was so nervous, seeing his friends' reactions and thinking about his own identity, he also felt a slight ripple in his heart.
Trunks looked up, his face also showing anticipation as he looked at Turles.
"Uncle Turles, where's my dad?"
Turles paused for a moment.
Then, he smiled and turned his gaze to a distant direction outside the battlefield.
There, atop a towering building, a solitary figure stood silently, like a silent statue.
This guy also likes to spies...
Trunks immediately followed Turles's gaze and looked into the distance.
His gaze pierced through the empty space, past layers of buildings, and finally met the figure standing atop the building in mid-air.
A gaze met his...
In that instant, Vegeta, far away at the top of the building, felt a strange sense of familiarity rise within him.
He stared at the kid in the fully enclosed helmet from a great distance, and his heart skipped a beat.
Strange guy...
Who exactly is this person...?
Vegeta frowned, feeling a strange unease from the unspeakable resonance deep within his bloodline.
Open-air battleground.
Amond and Daiz, along with Son Goku, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and the others, strode into the arena.
Seeing this group of elders who had only appeared in their mother's stories or in faded photographs walk in, Trunks and Son Goten, for some reason, suddenly became like well-behaved students who had been called on by the teacher in class, instantly suppressing all their arrogance.
The two unruly children who had just been yelling about causing a scene were now sitting up straight and proper.
Two pairs of eyes, hidden beneath the helmets, stared intently at each person who approached, filled with curiosity and awe.
Especially Son Goten.
His gaze remained fixed on Son Goku from beginning to end, unable to look away for even a moment.
His small body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.
Turles keenly noticed Son Goku's condition.
Although this guy's aura was calm, it was somewhat disordered inside, and his martial arts uniform was also slightly damaged.
It seems that Kakarot has just finished an extremely intense training session.
This guy's in a hurry to catch up!
"Elder brother!"
Son Goku wiped the sweat from his forehead and curiously approached.
He casually sized up the two "little ones" completely covered by heavy helmets and asked Turles, "Are they the experts you brought back? They certainly look formidable!"
As he spoke, he habitually reached out to pat Son Goten on the shoulder.
Startled by this sudden action, Son Goten shrank back and quickly hid behind Trunks like a frightened kitten.
Son Goku's hand froze in mid-air, and he scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Amond's laughter rang out at the most inopportune moment. He cut in the conversation, proudly announcing, " Kakarot, don't underestimate them!"
"The boss said those two kids are incredibly powerful!"
" Daiz and I are just about to personally give our newcomers their first 'practical lesson'!"
Amond patted his muscular chest, winked at the two little ones, and looked like he had them cornered.
Don't worry, we'll go easy on you!
Krillin and Tien Shinhan exchanged a glance, both showing expressions of anticipation.
Although one could sense that the two children possessed considerable strength, their power seemed to be limited.
Amond and Daiz are frequently engaged in battles abroad, so their combat experience is quite extensive.
When they first Frieza Force, they were all their superiors, leading them in battles across the land and witnessing each other's bravery. Therefore, they had a relatively high opinion of Amond and Daiz's abilities.
Even after so much arduous training, they still couldn't catch up with Amond and Daiz...
Only Piccolo was really looking at the two little guys.
He frowned slightly. Why did these two brats give off a vaguely familiar feeling?
And why were they wrapped up so tightly?
Is someone trying to hide something?
While Piccolo was deep in thought, Turles stepped forward with a smile on his face.
"Alright, let me give you a formal introduction."
Turles waved, drawing everyone's attention.
"They are my two newly accepted apprentices."
"From now on, you will be practicing with me."
"During this time, you can call them Number One and Number Two."
He had barely finished speaking when he seemed to remember something, and added with a smile, dropping a bombshell into the crowd.
Oh, right.
"They are both Saiyan."
Saiyan?!
This statement caused an uproar throughout the room!
Upon hearing this, Piccolo's brow relaxed, and he nodded slightly, with an expression that said, "I knew it."
Looking at the diverse and fascinating reactions from everyone.
Turles continued with a half-smile, glancing casually at Amond and Daiz, who were about to step onto the stage to "instruct" the newcomers.
"Therefore, I urge you never to treat them like ordinary children."
"Otherwise..."
However, Amond and Daiz completely dismissed this advice.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
In their view, although the Saiyan had great potential, they were still just two children at the end of the day.
The difference Saiyan Saiyan enormous!
Unless they are Super Saiyan, they are not afraid of fighting.