High on a mountain, Piccolo sat cross-legged atop the summit, meditating, feeling the gentle breeze, and listening to the snow leopards in the mountains...
Cough cough!
Listen to the calls of birds and animals in the mountains.
Piccolo sensed Goku suddenly appear in front of him and slowly opened his eyes, waking up from his meditative state.
" Old Son? What brings you here so late?" Piccolo stood up and asked Goku.
He was a little confused. It should be past nine o'clock at night, shouldn't it? Why was Old Son contacting him at this hour?
"Haha, can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" Goku joked.
"Ha, Old Son, don't I know you? Why would you come looking for me for no reason?" Kōichi looked at Goku speechlessly.
They've been friends for so many years, how could he not understand Goku?
"It seems that's true," Goku somewhat awkwardly.
He hadn't realized that he had become this kind of person in Piccolo's eyes.
Oh! I'm so heartbroken.
"Alright, enough joking around. I'm here to invite you to the 29th World Martial Arts Tournament!" Goku put away his playful grin and said seriously.
" The World Martial Arts Tournament?" Piccolo muttered to himself.
His thoughts drifted back to many years ago, to the time when he first met Goku.
That was the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. He was only three years old then, and all he could think about was avenging King Piccolo.
But who could have imagined that instead of getting revenge, they would become friends?
Piccolo couldn't help but sigh helplessly, but he didn't regret it.
"Yes!" Goku nodded.
"Go! Why wouldn't you go? I bet everyone will go, right?"
"Yes, I notified every household before I contacted you, and they will all be there."
"Hey Old Son, why did you suddenly decide to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament?" Piccolo asked Goku with a puzzled look.
(Why is it the 29th World Martial Arts Tournament? That's because the venue wasn't destroyed like in the original story, and with a wider audience and Bulma's investment, they're not short of money at all. It's been held every three years, so naturally it's the 29th one after all these years.)
"Haha, you'll find out the secret later. I'm off now, it's getting late." Goku said goodbye again and then Instant Transmission away.
Piccolo watched Goku leave, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He hates riddle tellers! Isn't that just building suspense?
Actually, defeating Majin Buu is quite simple; Goku can send Majin Buu and Babidi to their doom with just one Ki Blast.
However, Goku did not do so because of the Grand Supreme Kai inside Majin Buu, judging from the memories of their Fusion.
The relationship between the Grand Supreme Kai and Majin Buu is complex; they are one yet not one. The Grand Supreme Kai can even temporarily seize control of Majin Buu's body.
What he had to do was separate Fat Buu from Majin Buu, along with the Godly Aura of the Grand Supreme Kai.
As for how to do this? The Forced Spirit Fission I learned a long time ago will come in handy!
Perhaps the Grand Supreme Kai cannot be completely separated, because in a sense they have long since merged into one.
However, it's still possible to separate Fat Buu and Majin Buu using Divine Power.
Goku returned home in a very good mood; now everything was ready except for the final push.
In fact, with his current mental strength, he had already detected and locked onto Babidi and his group long ago.
However, he was unable to capture Majin Buu's egg. To prevent them from hiding the egg in an emergency, he decided to wait patiently for them to come to him.
There's a deliveryman there anyway, right?
Moreover, with the troublemaker, the Darkness Demon Realm, there was something to worry about. At least initially, things were under our control if we followed the plot.
But this raises another question: who will provide the energy?
Goku pondered for a while, then finally decided to stop thinking about it.
What's there to be afraid of? At that point, one of my energy blasts will probably be enough to revive Buu.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the 29th World Martial Arts Tournament has arrived.
Everyone gathered together and headed to the competition venue.
"You... are you Son Goku?" A voice that sounded somewhat familiar yet also a little strange reached Goku's ears.
Goku turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with blond hair wearing sunglasses.
Goku recognized him at first glance; he was all too familiar with the blond host.
Both the original timeline and his current timeline have witnessed his growth from a child into a strong and upright adult.
"Yes, that's right!" Goku nodded gently.
Upon hearing Goku's affirmation, the blond host was overjoyed, unable to hide his delight.
After 18 years, the heroic boy who saved the world has finally reappeared!
"Haha, Son Goku, you've finally returned to the World Martial Arts Tournament! More than a decade ago, humanity hadn't even properly thanked those who saved the Earth!" the blond host remarked with some emotion.
"Haha, no need for thanks, it's only natural." Goku was completely unconcerned.
He was never a righteous hero; he only cared about his family and friends, and he would never forgive anyone who hurt them.
As for other things, I might help within my capabilities, but only if it benefits me.
"Really? I just feel a little sorry for you. You haven't changed at all over the years! You even look younger."
Looking at Goku's face, the host felt that he was almost exactly the same as he remembered. Then, thinking about himself, he realized how different he was!
"Maybe I'm special? Maybe I'm more resistant to aging?" Goku said casually.
Perhaps he'll never grow old?
"Haha, let's not talk about Son Goku anymore. You guys go participate in the preliminaries. These days, the preliminaries have been changed to include a boxing machine for testing, and the top scores will be selected for the top 16."
The host clearly noticed Vegeta's somewhat impatient expression behind Goku, so after giving him a heads-up, he said goodbye to Goku.
"Okay, goodbye."
After the host left, Goku and his friends headed to the queue for the boxing machine.
"Hmph! So long-winded!" Vegeta snorted as he looked at the long queue.
He was clearly referring to the host's earlier remarks, and he was obviously quite impatient with the queue.
"You can't say that, Vegeta. After all, it's been years since we last met, so it's necessary to say a few words."
Vegeta didn't argue with Goku. What was the point? Could he possibly be stronger than Kakarot?
Then, the comical scene from the original story played out again, with everyone except Vegeta carefully controlling their strength.
If Goku controlled his power to just 200, that would be enough for him to enter the top 16.
But he also sensed something was wrong; he had used at least 100 of his Power Level to achieve a score of 200.
The boxing weapon in the original work was obviously not that powerful. Even someone with Mr. Satan's strength in the original work could throw more than 100 punches, but with this boxing weapon, it would probably only throw a few dozen.
Perhaps this is due to its own butterfly effect; after all, the previous champion wasn't Mr. Satan anymore, and Mr. Satan didn't even make it into the top 32 last time.
Mr. Satan's strength is definitely above that in the original story; ultimately, it is his own actions that have led to the development of martial arts on Earth being much stronger than in the original work.
When Goku arrived, he had already scanned everyone. One person's strength even reached over a hundred, and he looked like the previous champion.
Everyone was very restrained in their power, but when it came to Vegeta, it was different. He blasted the punching machine apart with a single punch.
The crisp, clean explosion stunned everyone present. The shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions, and the destroyed boxing weapon, like an arrow released from a bow, was finally embedded in the wall.
Vegeta slowly withdrew his fist, a disdainful sneer on his face, and left after giving everyone a haughty look.
Fortunately, he was the last one. The boxing machine's mission was over. Farewell!
The others were shocked but did not doubt it, after all, based on the performance of many people in the World Martial Arts Tournament many years ago, they could have done the same.
Many of them naturally noticed Goku and Piccolo, but they weren't afraid of Piccolo because Piccolo had long been whitewashed through propaganda, thanks in part to Bulma.
This is the power of controlling the media!
"Let's go to the stands first. The junior group starts first. Hehe, Vegeta, let's see who's stronger Goten or Trunks." Goku raised an eyebrow at Vegeta, teasing Vegeta.
He knew Vegeta would fall for this.
"Hmph, it's definitely Trunks!" Vegeta without any politeness.
Trunks's special training over the past few days has paid off; his combat skills have improved considerably, and his normal Power Level has reached 80 million or even slightly more.
"Really? You never know!" Goku, with a mysterious smile, led the crowd to the audience seats.
He was certain Trunks couldn't win, even though Vegeta had given him special training for a few days, it hadn't helped.
Trunks did increase his power, but Goten increased it even more!
Just last night, I spent two months training with Goten in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, which translates to four hours in real time.
Goten's current normal Power Level has reached 100 million, and he has even mastered Super Saiyan 2.
Compared to Trunks, whose normal Power Level is only 80 million and whose transformation only involves Super Saiyan 1, Trunks is far ahead.
However, he wouldn't tell anyone; only he and Goten knew about it.
As for why he did that? It can only be attributed to a man's damned competitiveness, right?
Time passed quickly, and Goten's first match soon began.
The blonde host stepped onto the ring and, looking at the familiar face of the child before him, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
Time seemed to have turned back to the beginning, and the figure in my memory seemed to gradually overlap with the child in front of me.
This must be Son Goku's child, right?
How similar! The original Son Goku contestant stood on the stage just like that.
Looking at Goten looked almost exactly like Goku when he was a child, as if they were cut from the same mold, the host couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
He glanced at the contestant's information in his hand, and sure enough, he hadn't guessed wrong; the child's name was Son Goten.
"Children, are you ready?" the host said with a gentle smile.
He was somewhat looking forward to Son Goten's performance; as the son of Son Goku, Son Goten's strength was probably not to be underestimated.
"Yes! Ready, Uncle!" Goten replied politely.
"Alright!" a little boy with bandages on his hand said impatiently.
After this comparison, the host liked Son Goten even more; no wonder he's the son of Son Goku.
He was much more polite than the other one.
"The match begins!"
As the host announced the start of the competition, the little boy with bandages wrapped around his hand looked at Son Goten with disdain.
"Little brat, I'm already 12 years old, and you look like you're only seven or eight. Don't come crying to me later!"
"Hello!"
Goten responded with a very polite greeting.
The next second, Goten suddenly appeared in front of him, his powerful aura so overwhelming that he couldn't even move.
"What! You're not strong at all in terms of ki perception? I thought you were really strong based on what you said earlier!" Goten circled the little boy once, then said with some disappointment.
Smack!
A pleasant slap echoed throughout the entire World Martial Arts Tournament venue.
The little boy flew straight into the sky, spun two and a half times, and landed on the ground. He kicked his legs, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
But why does his lying position look so familiar?
I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?
Bulma, sitting in the audience, felt the same way.
Yamcha, who was not far away, saw this scene and his mouth twitched wildly. How could he not be familiar with it?
This little boy has truly inherited my talent! I experienced it firsthand, and I still haven't gotten over the psychological trauma.
Goten truly lives up to his reputation as Goku's child; not only does he resemble him, but how did he also learn this move?
The following matches were incredibly boring; the other participating boys were far inferior to Goten and Trunks!
Instant kill!
It's either sold out instantly, or sold out instantly!
No one can withstand a single Goten and Trunks.
The two seemed very lucky to meet in the finals, but who would believe that Bulma wasn't involved?
Over the years, the World Martial Arts Tournament has attracted an increasingly wider audience, and Bulma has naturally invested a tiny fraction of it, acquiring a very small share.
As for exactly how many shares she owns? Bulma can influence the matchup lineup with a single sentence; you can guess for yourself.
" Goten, I definitely won't lose to you this time!" Trunks looked at Goten with a serious expression.
After these past few days of hard work and special training from my dad, my strength should be almost on par with Goten's!
I must win this game so my dad can take me out to play!
"Haha, Trunks, let me tell you..."
Goten suddenly covered his mouth halfway through his sentence, because he suddenly remembered that his father had told him not to tell anyone.
What a pity, he was hoping to show off in front of Trunks!
It seems this idea is scrapped.
"What? Tell me what?" Trunks ' interest was clearly piqued by Goten.
Goten's half-finished sentences really make me want to punch him!
" Trunks is nothing, let's begin!" Goten assumed Goku's starting stance, his sharp eyes fixed on Trunks on his young face.
He was determined to win the championship in this competition; he didn't want to disappoint his father!
"Snort!"