Holding a Grand Martial Arts Tournament
Namek Planet.
Talot's transformation brought too much shock.
For the entire Namekian race, it was unimaginable.
Even the Grand Elder, who had experienced so much, had never felt such powerful strength.
If he was like this, let alone Nail and young Piccolo beside him, as well as the Namekians who had just arrived.
"Super Saiyan, truly powerful to the point of being suffocating. In these short years, you have grown to this point. It's hard to imagine how powerful you will be in the future?" the Grand Elder said with heartfelt emotion.
Because of his words, everyone else present couldn't help but look at him.
After all, he was the most qualified person to say such a thing, and no one could question the Grand Elder's position.
No one knew that a storm was raging in the Grand Elder's heart, because in addition to marveling at Talot's strength, he also felt a special power erupting from Lagar's body.
If he was not mistaken, that should be the most fundamental power of their race.
Back then, when he was high-spirited, he had also touched that power, but with his talent, he ultimately failed to develop it.
The power of the Dragon God, perhaps you will be the most suitable successor, Lagar. It was Talot's arrival that changed our race, and even changed you, the Grand Elder thought in his heart.
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On the battlefield.
Talot stood in the air with absolute power, facing Lagar.
His transformation had already ended, and as for continuing to fight, it was no longer necessary.
As Talot had said before, once he transformed, it meant that the battle was over.
"It seems that after sensing my power, it has instead stimulated the power within you. I can feel that you may really be able to use that power to transform into a Super Namekian in the future," Talot took the initiative to approach, smiling as he faced Lagar, whose emotions had not fallen, but had instead risen even higher.
He himself was even more aware of Lagar's transformation.
What Talot said might become a reality.
"Thank you, Talot. I will work harder to catch up with you. No matter what happens in the future, I will never give up easily," Lagar said earnestly to Talot, retracting his own ki.
After the two looked at each other, they couldn't help but laugh at this kind of politeness.
The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Talot also withdrew from the Super Saiyan transformation.
The long-awaited sparring match had come to an end.
Returning to where the Grand Elder was, the two were still exchanging ideas in various aspects.
Of course, Talot did not leave just like that. After all, he had finally made a trip here, so how could he just leave?
He also took the opportunity to meet the Namekian friends who regarded him as a friend back then.
For a full half day, Talot once again felt the enthusiasm of the Namekians.
Although they didn't have good things to entertain him with, their emotions were not fake.
Simple and kind, that was what the Namekians were now.
It was worth mentioning that young Piccolo had been completely infected by the friendliness of his fellow clansmen. The beauty brought by the family affection that he had never tasted before made him unable to stop, and even brought tears to his eyes.
The ruthless Piccolo Daimaō II from the original work's future would not appear. This stage would be skipped directly. Talot could imagine that in a year or two, Piccolo would grow into the calm and mature appearance of the later generations in the original work.
Time passed unknowingly until late afternoon, close to evening, before Talot prepared to say goodbye and leave.
Of course, before leaving, Talot planned to say something.
Originally, he didn't have so many ideas, it was nothing more than bringing Piccolo to Namek Planet and making some appropriate changes.
After the battle with Lagar and Nail, Talot thought that they could also participate in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament to be held in a year and eight months.
At that time, he could even go down to the arena and compete with them.
With opponents, then Raditz, as well as Selari after her recovery, could participate. This could be considered giving the warriors on Earth a little pressure.
Moreover, in a year and eight months, Talot couldn't even imagine how much Son Goku could grow? And Nappa and Vegeta, who had not yet appeared.
This world was no longer the original work. He could even fuel the flames and hold an even grander World Martial Arts Tournament.
Lagar clenched his fists, filled with excitement, as he watched Talot leave.
Nail and young Piccolo beside him felt the same; they had a new goal.
The 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.
Even though he didn't know much about it, young Piccolo extracted many important images from his memories.
Explaining it to Lagar and Nail would be his first task after arriving on Namek Planet.
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Earth, West City.
Back home, Talot immediately found Bulma and Selari. He held his daughter while recounting everything that happened after taking Piccolo to Namek Planet.
Unsurprisingly, the two women were shocked. They knew the current level of Earth. Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament now would be utter bullying. They probably wouldn't even bother entering.
Talot's decision would undoubtedly overturn the worldview of all Earthlings regarding martial arts.
"Are you really going to participate together? If Son Goku and the others were competing, I could understand, but you're bringing Raditz along to mess around, and inviting Namekians... I don't see the point. If you really want to fight, why not find a barren, lifeless planet where you can go all out? Earth can't handle your antics." Bulma's thinking was somewhat limited.
In her eyes, these superhumans could destroy the world with a casual wave. How could the tournament arena withstand that?
She was already startled by the clashes of a few hundred power levels during the last tournament, and Master Roshi's techniques against Piccolo Daimaō...
Of course, she wouldn't say anything if it were just that. The problem was that she had recently witnessed Talot and the others fighting Frieza and the God of Destruction.
If those people really started fighting, it would be a catastrophe.
"Times are changing, everything is evolving, you should have noticed that over the years, Bulma.
"Actually, giving Earthlings some pressure, letting them know how terrifying powerful beings can be, might not be a bad thing.
"Only through experience can they grow! Besides, I've considered the various risks, and they shouldn't be a problem. Think about it, if you invest in it, wouldn't this martial arts tournament be even grander? If the arena is too small, we can expand it, even use special methods to increase its protection...
"As for the battles, we can agree in advance to only use hand-to-hand combat techniques, avoiding energy attacks as much as possible. In that case, adhering to the rules of the martial arts tournament shouldn't cause any trouble..."
Bulma's brow remained furrowed as Talot spoke.
Indeed, according to Talot's plan, investing in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament seemed like a guaranteed profit, but everything had to be calculated carefully.
Besides, it wasn't a given that the capital behind the operation would want her to join. It wasn't something she could decide unilaterally.
And while the potential returns were great, the investment would be substantial. Even though Capsule Corporation had become the world's leading capital group in recent years, its funds were not limitless, and Bulma couldn't just spend them as she pleased.
Compared to the era several or even ten years later in the original story, Capsule Corporation was already the world's richest company, but it hadn't reached an absurd level yet, and Bulma didn't have absolute authority.
Talot knew this, so he had considered helping her eliminate some of the parasites in the past.
But Bulma refused, saying she was capable enough to handle it herself and didn't need her world-destroying husband to deal with such trivial matters.
"Give me a few days to investigate and put together a feasible plan. I really don't understand why you've suddenly become so obsessed... Fine, it's not like I have a choice, I'm your wife." Bulma rolled her eyes, deciding to seriously consider Talot's proposal.
Her saying that meant she had already agreed.
Otherwise, she would have refused directly instead of preparing.
Talot understood Bulma's personality, so he didn't say anything more.
He teased Mira in his arms. Although she was only two days old, the little one could already open her eyes and move slightly, which showed that the Saiyan physique was far superior to that of Earthlings.
Although Saiyans were also very fragile as infants, that fragility was at least dozens or hundreds of times stronger than that of Earthlings.
"Talot, have you decided on little Selari's name yet?" Selari looked at Talot and asked with a smile.
Leaving aside the World Martial Arts Tournament, this matter was also very important.
Talot had been thinking for a long time, he had several names in mind, but he couldn't decide.
He was hesitating, unsure how to name his daughter.
As a transmigrator, he rarely seriously recalled his past life, but when he did, he felt a strange nostalgia.
But using his previous surname to name her seemed inappropriate.
He was a Saiyan in this world, and he had fully accepted his new self.
But if he used the Saiyan naming method, what name should he choose? He didn't want to give his daughter a mundane and meaningless name.
"How about just calling her Sela? Using your name is actually pretty good," Talot said, simply giving up.
"That's too casual. Calling her little Sela just means you didn't give the child a name," Selari didn't mind, but Bulma wasn't happy, speaking up as if to defend her.
Talot's expression turned awkward; he knew Bulma would say that.
As a woman who pursued perfection, Bulma had always been very assertive, though only in matters of daily life.
"Why don't you think about it some more, Talot, dear?" Selari said with a smile, taking little Sela from Talot's arms.
She knew Bulma would say something like that.
If everyone was happy, perhaps Bulma wouldn't overthink it, but just now, Talot's mention of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament had stirred up a lot of emotions in Bulma, so she was bound to make things difficult for him.
Who told him to be their husband?
Talot rubbed his forehead, finally squeezing a name out of his brain.
He couldn't forget the regrets of his past life, nor could he be perfunctory in this one.
"How about... Tarola?"
As he spoke the name, Talot's heart twinged slightly, fearing he would be attacked by Bulma.
"A combination of two names? I can't believe you thought of that; you're really being lazy," Bulma clearly wasn't particularly satisfied.
Selari, on the other hand, thought it was very good. Perhaps because Saiyans were casual about naming, she felt that Talot combining their names meant he valued her.
"Let's call her Tarola; it sounds very nice," Selari said with a smile.
With a different sound, Talot hesitated for a moment, then could only say, "Let's use the 'Ro' character; it has special meaning for me."
"Tarola? That's fine too," Selari nodded happily, not even asking for the reason.
Talot was very touched, but he suppressed his emotions well.
This was a combination of three names.
Bulma, however, developed a strong interest. They already understood Talot quite thoroughly, but now that Talot had some hidden secrets, as his wife, how could she not want to get to the bottom of it? Of course, Bulma was smart; she wouldn't ask now but would wait until later.
There were many ways to ask. A master's method of inquiry often involved casually mentioning it in future life or subtly probing to get the desired answer.
In fact, she also knew that if Talot didn't want to say, she wouldn't get an answer even if she forced him.
...
In the following days, Talot continued to accompany and take care of Selari and Tarola as always.
Although he was eager to quickly enter a new stage of cultivation, Selari had just given birth, and Tarola had just been born, so he couldn't be an irresponsible husband and father.
Even though Whis was the one who delivered the baby, and with his special abilities, Selari hadn't suffered any harm and her body had even returned to its pre-pregnancy state, the experience was still real, and the child needed his genuine companionship.
In fact, both Selari and Bulma had suggested that Talot could do what he wanted to do. In their words, taking care of the family and children was what women should do.
Selari and Bulma's understanding made Talot feel even more that he couldn't let them down.
So he decided that no matter what, he had to spend at least the most critical first month or two with them.
It was precisely this decision that allowed Talot to discover the special power hidden within his daughter's body.
In fact, when she was born, Whis had said that his daughter was extraordinary. At the time, Talot thought it was just because her birth battle power was strong that Whis had given such an evaluation.
But it wasn't just because of her high birth battle power.
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