at the same time.
King Kai's Planet.
On this ridiculously small planet, King Kai was comfortably lying under a large tree in front of his King Kai.
He held a special drink with a long straw in his hand, wore sunglasses, and casually crossed his legs.
The gorilla Bubbles, who was standing nearby, also imitated him and lay down in a very similar manner.
King Kai took a big gulp of his drink and let out a satisfied sigh.
He looked at his unusually lively planet, his face filled with satisfaction and pride.
"Ha ha, Bubbles!"
King Kai took off his sunglasses and exclaimed smugly.
"It seems our North Galaxy is truly on the rise! So many outstanding martial artists are coming here to train!"
Although Bubbles couldn't speak, he nodded in a very human-like manner, making a "woo-woo" sound of agreement.
Extend your gaze into the distance.
On the tiny King Kai's Planet, a scene of bustling activity was indeed unfolding at this moment.
Son Goku and Vegeta are engaged in a high-intensity close-quarters battle in their normal state.
Neither of them transformed; they fought entirely based on pure physical strength and fighting skills.
Fists and feet clashed, each impact producing a muffled sonic boom, leaving shallow craters in the grass beneath their feet.
Not far away, Piccolo was holding Son Gohan, who had grown into a teenager, and they were floating cross-legged in mid-air.
The two had their eyes closed and remained motionless, seemingly engaged in some kind of deep meditation, their auras calm and long.
Meanwhile, on another open space, Amond and Daiz were also diligently practicing their skills.
The entire King Kai's Planet is permeated with a positive and inspiring atmosphere of spiritual cultivation.
In this vibrant training ground, there is one corner that seems somewhat out of place.
Further away, in an open space, three small figures were huddled together mysteriously, their heads close together, seemingly plotting something.
Among them, the slightly taller boy was Retasu, who was already eight years old.
To his left and right were five-year-old Trunks and four-year-old Son Goten.
The two little ones were looking up, listening intently to their older Retasu's "tactical instructions," their little faces filled with seriousness and admiration.
Beside them, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu had just finished a round of sparring and were sitting on the ground, resting and catching their breath.
"What are these three kids plotting? Why are they being so secretive?"
Krillin scratched his bald head, looking at the three furtive little figures, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Tien Shinhan smiled, picked up the water bottle, and took a sip of water.
He glanced at Krillin and teased, "Of course, we're discussing how to defeat you."
"Didn't you just defeat Kid Trunks and Kid Goten? Now they've gone to tell their older brother."
As he spoke, Tien Shinhan even reached out and patted Krillin's shoulder sympathetically.
Good luck to you.
After saying that, Tien Shinhan smiled and called to Chiaotzu, then walked to the other side to continue his training.
"Hey, you guys..."
Krillin watched Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu's retreating figures, then glanced in the direction of the three little ones, and suddenly felt a little guilty.
Although these three children are young, they are all Saiyan with terrifying talent.
Even against Trunks and Son Goten, two kids who were practically complete novices in combat, he still won with considerable difficulty...
As for Retasu...
He was about to take a step, wondering if he should slip away first, when he suddenly found that the light in front of him had dimmed.
Krillin instinctively looked up.
Before he knew it, the three small figures had silently moved at high speed and blocked his way.
The three stood in a row, arms crossed, their small faces full of serious expressions.
Retasu stood in the very center, with Trunks and Son Goten on either side.
Immediately afterwards, Trunks and Son Goten both followed their older Retasu's example, extending their right index fingers in unison and pointing them directly at Krillin.
"Uncle Krillin!"
Repent for what you just did!
Their youthful yet powerful voices rang out in unison.
Before Krillin could react...
The three of them actually imitated the style of the Ginyu Force back in the day, striking an extremely serious entrance pose that was so embarrassing it made people want to disappear.
Retasu bent one knee, placed one hand on his hip, and pointed the other towards the sky.
Trunks leaned back with his arms outstretched.
Son Goten, on the other hand, is depicted in a comical pose of standing on one leg like a golden rooster.
"We are the Saiyan Force!"
"..."
A bead of cold sweat slid down Krillin's forehead.
He felt as if his toes had awkwardly carved out a three-bedroom apartment inside his shoe.
These kids... when did they learn this trick...?
Then, a burst of enthusiastic applause suddenly rang out.
In this awkwardly frozen atmosphere, it sounded particularly jarring.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Son Gohan, who had just finished his meditation training, was looking at his three younger brothers' comical formation with admiration, his eyes even showing a hint of approval.
He was the only one in the entire audience who genuinely thought his entrance look was very cool.
Those few rounds of applause were like the flip of a switch.
Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, who had originally planned to sneak away, stopped in their tracks, turned around, and couldn't help but smile.
Amond and Daiz, who were engaged in a tedious strength training session, tacitly stopped their movements, crossed their arms, and gathered around with great interest, ready to watch the show.
Even the open space in the distance, filled with smoke and dust from the fierce battle, suddenly fell silent.
"Hey, Vegeta, something interesting seems to have happened!"
Son Goku's voice was filled with excitement.
Vegeta scoffed, turning his head away, but his words were utterly merciless. "A boring trick."
Even so, he stopped attacking and, one after the other, descended from mid- Son Goku to join the onlookers.
As more and more people gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation and a desire to see more drama, cold sweat instantly streamed down Krillin's forehead.
He wished he could use his Destructo Disc to dig a hole in the ground and disappear right then and there.
Being surrounded in such a shameful pose by a few little kids in public is practically a public execution.
If they were to start fighting...
Winning would be like bullying a child; it's an unfair victory.
We lost...
It would be even more embarrassing to lose...
As the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger, the atmosphere became quite lively.
Retasu cleared his throat and, like a little adult, spoke in an extremely serious tone.
" Goten! I'll send you out to fight! This is a one-on-one revenge battle! Are you confident?"
Son Goten, who was mentioned, is the youngest and shortest of the three.
He glanced at Krillin, then looked back at the expectant eyes of Retasu and Trunks, and suddenly felt a little insecure.
He lowered his head, his two index fingers touching, and stammered softly, "Um, that..."
"Really, Goten!"
Seeing this, Trunks quickly leaned over and whispered encouragement in his ear.
"Have you forgotten the special move Big Brother Retasu just taught us? There's nothing to worry about! If you can beat Uncle Krillin, I'll give you lots of toys, how about that?"
Toy?
Son Goten's eyes, which had been somewhat dim, suddenly lit up.
"Really, Trunks?"
"Cough cough!"
Retasu coughed lightly twice, interrupting his two younger brothers' whispers, and then, with his arms crossed, added in a seductive tone.
"As long as you perform meritorious service for our Saiyan Special Squad, you can have any toy you want!"
"Good!"
Son Goten grinned, revealing an incredibly bright smile.
He suddenly turned around, his little face filled with high spirits, clenched his little fists tightly, and strode forward step by step, aggressively walking towards Krillin.