A Year and a Half Later, the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, Chi-Chi and Son Goku

Time flies.

Before they knew it, a year and a half had quietly passed.

Today was the day of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.

The grand martial arts tournament, as always, was held on Papaya Island.

However, this World Martial Arts Tournament was much larger than before, almost ten times the size of previous ones.

After all, it was a tournament jointly promoted by the Earth's largest corporation, now also the Earth's largest financial group, and the official Martial Arts Tournament organization.

To meet Talot and the others' needs, Bulma had made significant contributions and changes over the past year.

It should be said that Capsule Corp's corporate structure had become central to Earth, so much so that Bulma's proactive investment not only obtained official permission but also changed the rules.

In fact, this grand event was somewhat similar to the situation during the Majin Buu Saga.

Even grander than that.

This World Martial Arts Tournament was now the real World Martial Arts Tournament.

The number of participants exceeded ten thousand, and the main venue alone could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

Of course, the reason there were so many participants was that most of them were there to try their luck.

After all, just passing the preliminaries and entering the finals would earn them a prize of 100,000 Berry.

Not to mention the champion and runner-up, who would receive 100 million Berry and 50 million Berry respectively.

These were the prizes established after discussions by the Bulma-led consortium, in addition to rewards for the top four, top sixteen, and so on.

So, just entering the finals was equivalent to making a fortune.

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Papaya Island, not far from the main venue.

Son Goku, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Raditz, Selari, Nappa... even Master Roshi and a group of relatives were all here.

Everyone gathered together, chatting and laughing, discussing their respective experiences over the past two years.

Everyone had already registered under Bulma's arrangements and were now heading to the resting area to await the start of the competition.

Because of their different status, the group wouldn't have a dedicated resting area otherwise.

All thanks to Bulma's arrangements.

"Hasn't big brother Talot returned yet? I'm really looking forward to it. How strong are the Namekians? And that Piccolo, the more I think about it, the more excited I get," Son Goku, no longer the teenager he once was, had truly grown into a young man, looking eager to try.

After so much effort, the time had finally come to test his strength. His normal state Battle Power had already exceeded one million.

Things were different now.

"He should be back soon. Thinking about it now, it's really nostalgic. It's been so long without realizing it. I wonder what level Lagar and Nail have reached?" Selari recalled the scene when she met Lagar, and also remembered Nail, who was just a child back then.

Because of her emotions, Tarola, in her arms, squirmed for a while, breaking free from Selari's embrace and standing on the ground.

Although she was not yet two years old, she was developing quite well, and with her inherent potential, she was no ordinary child.

Little Tarola curiously looked at Raditz's son, Treep, who was being held by Launch.

With only a year's difference, there wasn't much of a gap, but Treep seemed more naive.

Perhaps this was the difference between a pure-blooded Saiyan and a mixed-blood Saiyan; there was still a gap.

"In another two months, Treep will be able to walk on his own and play with you, little Tarola," Raditz said jokingly, not in a hurry.

In fact, he also missed the old days, after all, he had been to Namek Planet and had seen Lagar and Nail.

The last time they met was many years ago.

"But speaking of which, Vegeta, you're actually participating too. Long time no see, you're different from before," Nappa said from the side, his attention all on Vegeta.

"Hmph! You're all here, how could I not come! Besides, I have someone I must defeat!" Vegeta's fiery gaze glanced at Raditz.

Raditz had always been regarded as the first opponent he had to surpass.

First surpass Raditz, and then surpass Talot.

As for the Namekian that Talot brought this time, he didn't take him seriously at all.

Having served in the Frieza Force, Vegeta had seen information about the Namekians.

It was said that some Namekians had ridiculously high Battle Power, but other than that, there was very little information recorded.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the Namekians were, how could they compare to them Saiyans?!

Because of Vegeta's words, the scene was quiet for a while.

After all, although Vegeta had been staying on Earth and hadn't caused any trouble in the past two years, most people were still hostile towards him.

Raditz clearly didn't care about Vegeta, after all, it wasn't the first time Vegeta had shown him this expression.

...

Just at this moment.

A whistling sound of air being torn apart rang out.

Talot used Instant Transmission, bringing Lagar, Nail, and the greatly changed Piccolo to this place.

"It's just as well, it seems everyone has arrived." Talot said with a smile, seeing everyone present.

Lagar and Nail exchanged glances, then their eyes fell on the group of people in front of them.

Raditz and Selari stepped forward and greeted Lagar and Nail in a friendly manner.

Lagar and Nail also expressed their friendliness. After a brief exchange, their eyes, under introduction, fell one by one on Son Goku, Nappa, Vegeta, and the others.

Intuition told them that these three people were very strong.

They were observing Son Goku, Nappa, and Vegeta.

Son Goku, Nappa, and Vegeta naturally scrutinized them in turn.

Finally, after becoming familiar, the Earth warriors' gazes focused on Piccolo.

In just two short years, not only had his figure become very tall and strong, but his aura was also very powerful.

As Talot had initially thought, Piccolo's temperament had changed greatly because he had gone to Namek Planet. He was not as cruel and murderous as Old Piccolo, nor was he an unforgivable person.

On the contrary, these two years of life had transformed him into a Guardian pursuing great strength.

Piccolo wouldn't have any thoughts about others, but it was different for Master Roshi.

Of course, it wasn't the kind filled with hostility and killing intent.

The two's eyes collided, and for a moment, both sides had a general understanding of each other's strength.

"It's really unexpected, to be this strong in such a short time? I can't help but feel old." Master Roshi said with emotion.

Piccolo naturally also saw through Master Roshi's approximate strength, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Recalling the past, Master Roshi's strength was so great that it almost made him despair, and he didn't even dare to resist, but now, it was reversed.

In his eyes, the current Master Roshi was as small as an ant. He only needed to make a slight move, and a single finger could kill him.

However, there was no need for him to do so, and it was meaningless.

Because of Piccolo's indifferent expression, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu stood in front of Master Roshi.

They were deeply afraid that something unexpected would happen, after all, Piccolo's predecessor was killed by Master Roshi.

The awkward atmosphere was only relieved when Bulma took the initiative to remind, "Now that everyone has arrived, let's go to the preliminary venue. There are many participants this time, and in order to select qualified elites more easily, the method will be different from the previous preliminaries..."

Under Bulma's explanation, everyone understood the general model.

The group didn't waste any more time and headed forward.

Because of the change in the registration mechanism, with so many people, the model for selecting and advancing contestants was to hit a punching machine, and the height of the number would determine whether they were addicted or not.

Speaking of which, this was a method that Talot had provided intentionally or unintentionally.

Because there were too many participants, if they were to compete in the previous way, even with four venues, it would still take two or three days to complete the competition for ten thousand participants.

To be honest, they were just exploiting a loophole from the original story's future World Martial Arts Tournament. The preliminary selection for the World Martial Arts Tournament in the Majin Buu Saga used this method because there were too many participants.

Unlike the junior division, which didn't have many participants and had enough time for matches.

...

Entering the preliminary selection venue, it was already overcrowded.

Fortunately, there wasn't just one punching machine; otherwise, it would take at least half a day for ten thousand people.

While waiting in line for the test, Talot even saw some familiar faces.

The werewolf from the previous World Martial Arts Tournament and some other well-performing individuals, and even Spopovich and Yamu, who were controlled by Babidi during the Majin Buu Saga.

What Talot found most unbelievable was seeing a very particular person.

A young Mr. Satan! Of course, Talot only glanced twice before looking away, because he recognized him, but they didn't actually know each other.

Because of him, this world had changed drastically.

He wondered what the future Mr. Satan would be like? As the preliminary rounds officially began.

The contestants participating in this World Martial Arts Tournament took turns hitting the punching machine in order.

A very high number in the fighting world was set as the standard.

Scores below 100 were immediately eliminated, while scores above 100 could proceed to the second round of preliminaries to await selection.

For the Z fighters, this mode was actually quite novel and very simple; they just needed to wait here.

"Although this method is simpler and can conserve some energy, everyone needs to be careful when hitting it later, it wouldn't be good if we broke it," Yamcha suddenly reminded.

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.

After all, their strength had already surpassed the realm of ordinary Earthlings.

They could easily kill a bunch of people with a single finger, so if they didn't have good control over their power, a light touch on this small punching machine would cause it to explode.

"It's almost your turn, Krillin," Tien Shinhan reminded from the side.

Krillin nodded upon hearing this.

As the first in the group to test his punching power, Krillin cautiously adopted a stance.

He was very careful with his power control, gently raising his hand and tapping it, afraid of using too much force and being too shocking.

However, even so, the number on the punching machine displayed a heaven-defying 555 points.

This number immediately astonished all the onlookers and the recording staff; they didn't expect that someone in this world could punch out such a number.

After all, even for well-trained people, a score of 200 would be considered ridiculously high if they were burly and strong.

Of course, this was for martial artists; it didn't apply to Martial Artists.

In fact, some people had scored above two hundred.

This era wasn't like the future, more than a decade later; Martial Artists were the highest in status now.

Amidst everyone's shock, the blonde referee noticed Krillin and his group and took the initiative to defuse the situation, introducing Krillin and his group's performance and achievements in the previous two World Martial Arts Tournaments, which finally resolved the matter.

Of course, despite this, the numbers that followed were more outrageous than the last, leaving everyone dumbfounded and constantly wiping their eyes, afraid they were seeing things.

Only the blonde referee knew that these were the real Martial Artists, not those other rabble who only had titles.

Things were proceeding smoothly on this side.

At the other testing point, because Raditz and Nappa had continuously delivered blows with excessively high scores, after Talot stepped up and tapped out 888 with one finger, the staff directly concluded that the machine was malfunctioning.

At this critical moment, the indifferent Vegeta walked out and casually threw a punch.

With a loud *"BOOM!!!!!!"*

The punching machine shattered into pieces, and the powerful gust of wind swept in all directions, affecting many people. Dozens of people nearby fell to the ground.

"You're as reckless as ever," Talot smiled slightly, not paying much attention.

"If I didn't step in, you'd have to hit it again. These preliminary rounds are low-level and boring," Vegeta said with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

Raditz and Nappa both acquiesced, while the other Z fighters covered their faces.

God knows what Vegeta was up to.

...

Not far away.

Mr. Satan, who had been so proud of himself, turned pale and trembled all over after witnessing Vegeta shatter the punching machine with one punch.

Others might have been clinging to hope, but he was well aware of the value of a Martial Artist compared to a fighter.

If he were to take a punch like that, he was afraid he would die on the spot.

Clearly, the current Mr. Satan was not the con artist he would become later in life; he still had brains and knew his limits.

...

The first round of preliminaries ended.

The group gathered together, and as they were talking, Chi-Chi, the daughter of the Ox-King, saw a familiar face and happily trotted over to greet Son Goku.

A woman changes a lot in eighteen years, and the current Chi-Chi was very different from the Chi-Chi of her childhood.

None of the others understood what was going on, and neither did Son Goku, naturally.

This made Yamcha and Krillin, who were from the same martial arts school as Son Goku, feel envious and jealous, and even Master Roshi, the old pervert, secretly sighed that Son Goku was really lucky with the ladies after growing up.

Son Goku looked innocent.

Being ignored and not being recognized made Chi-Chi angry, and after scolding Son Goku a few times, she stormed off.

Once a woman gets angry, she's not easy to appease.

Only Talot knew the inside story, but he didn't reveal it.

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