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>>1111606

"I train with Capsule Corp technology," you tell the reporter. "I can't lose."

"You heard it here first, folks," the reporter announces as she turns to the camera. "Tofoo has already declared that he can't lose, claiming that his training with Capsule Corp technology will assure his victory. Let's hope he can live up to his boast, as this is sure to be a fierce competition!"

As soon as the reporter walks away, Bulma grabs you by the ear, yanking you toward her and speaking in a very annoyed tone. "Tofoo....do you know how it will look if we lose after you say something like that?"

>A. Bad?

>B. You won't lose

>C. Something else

>>1111630
>A. Bad?

>>1111630
>A. Bad?
>B. You won't lose

>>1111630

>B. You won't lose
Unless we fight an acid user.

>>1111644
Oh, you might still lose

>>1111637
>>1111644
>>1111643
"Bad?" you guess.

"That's right," Bulma tells you, her voice a low growl. "So don't do anything to make Capsule Corporation, or me, look like fools. Go out there and win it!"

She lets go of your ear, which you rub as you glance toward her somewhat fearfully. You know your wife well enough to understand that if you embarrass her, you're going to be in some trouble. There are some things even a warrior like you are never safe from, and the fury of Bulma is one of those things.

"I won't lose," you promise, which earns you another glare, but at least no more attempts to rip your ear off.

"Good, then let's go and get you registered," Bulma says, walking off ahead of you and leading the way to the registration table, where one of the many members of the staff sits with a clipboard in front of him.

"Yes, another competitor?" he asks, glancing up at you. "Ah, Tofoo, right? Welcome back. I take it that you'll be competing once again?"

>A. That's right

>B. You'll be winning

>C. No, you're here to register Bulma

>D. No, you're here to sign up Trunks

>E. Something else

>>1111673
>A. That's right

>>1111673
>C. No, you're here to register Bulma
>D. No, you're here to sign up Trunks

>>1111673
>A

>>1111673
>>A. That's right
Hey Som

>>1111676
>>1111683
"That's right," you tell him.

Nodding, the man writes your name on the list, looking back up at you and giving a pleasant smile. "Alright, you're all signed up. The preliminaries will be held just after the Junior Division comes to an end."

"So you can see Kori and Konattsu compete," Bulma says, sounding pleased.

"There is just one thing, Mr. Tofoo," the man tells you, his expression becoming serious. "You were disqualified from the last tournament, please try not to cause any trouble this time around."

>A. You'll do your best

>B. No promises

>C. Go walk around

>D. Sense for the others

>E. Go get something to eat

>F. Take a look at any new competitors

>G. Something else

>>1111690
Hey, anon

>>1111700
>A. You'll do your best
as long as no reincarnated demon king tries to kill every on again evrything wil be fine
then
>F. Take a look at any new competitors

>>1111700
>A. You'll do your best
>D. Sense for the others
>F. Take a look at any new competitors

>>1111700
>B. No promises
>F. Take a look at any new competitors
>E. Go get something to eat

>>1111708
Piccolo only promises to try

>>1111717
What name did Piccolo enter under this time?

>>1111717
to try and kill everyone again?
because his chest probably stil hurts from the last time he tried that

>>1111700
>A
"Well, lets just hope things don't get as crazy as they did last time."
>D
>F
>E
A corndog, the staple food of the arena.

>>1111725
He hasn't arrived yet

>>1111726
Anon, pls

>>1111728
>>1111708
>>1111714
"I'll do my best," you vow. "Let's just hope that things don't get as crazy as they did last time, and that no reincarnated demon kings try to kill everyone again."

"Uh....right," the man says, shrugging and going back to waiting for competitors to register.

You step away from the table, taking a look around to see if you can spot any other competitors. At the same time, you sense for your friends. You quickly spot a large crowd gathered around someone you can't get a good look at. You can hear him, though, and he's quite loud.

"YEAH!" you hear him roar. "That's right, folks! You're looking at your new World Champion!"

A moment later, you sense three higher-than-average powers, all of them together, and two seeming extremely familiar.

>A. Walk toward the crowd

>B. Head toward the energy

>C. Go for a walk

>D. Go get food

>E. Something else

>>1111752
>B. Head toward the enery
We'll deal with the World Champ later.

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>>1111752
>>A. Walk toward the crowd
It's time

>>1111752
>B

>>1111752
>E. Something else
Just wait near the registration table, they'll come to us and at the same time we get to hear whats going on with the huddled crowd.

>>1111752
>>B. Head toward the energy

>>1111760
Can you handle the World's Strongest man?

>>1111766
Checked

>>1111769
...Yes? Tofoo can definitely handle Tofoo.

>>1111772
>Implying

You really think that Tofoo is the greatest warrior Earth has to offer?

>>1111778
Greatest human warrior. Xeno scum are to be stricken from the record books.

>>1111782
Which begs the question, if Piccolo is part human since King Piccolo was made from man's evil nature.

>>1111782
Tofoo might not be the greatest human warrior, either

>>1111789
I imagine that was retconned to 'Half of an Alien guardian' when Namek was brought into the fold

>>1111792
We talked too much good shit to not be the greatest at this point. I won't allow a loss.

>>1111806
We just gotta' develop the Kuma Ken x2

>>1111821
I thought we could do the Kuma-Ken as high as we could do the Kaio-ken and that Som just wasn't including the multiplier for reasons whenever we did it.

>>1111757
>>1111762
>>1111768
The energy you're sensing interests you far more than the posturing of whatever competitor the crowd has gathered around. While Bulma and Trunks look curiously toward the boasts of the other competitor, you make your way toward the energy, pushing through the crowd until you find the sources.

The first person you recognize is Shen, whose lips curl upward in a smirk when he sees you. Standing beside him is a man you don't recognize. He stands a hair shorter than Shen, and is dressed in a white gi with some sort of symbol in a red circle on its left side. He seems to be quite old, with grayed hair and a large, white mustache. Despite this, he looks at you with the eyes of a trained warrior, and you've little doubt that this man is one of the Earth's true martial arts masters.

And, standing on the other side of the man is a person that you haven't seen in years. His hair and mustache are quite similar to the man between him and Shen, but he also has a large, white beard, and is dressed in black. Despite his elderly appearance, you know that this man is one of the greatest martial artists on the planet. And, you know this because you battled him yourself once.

Jackie Chun.

"Well, one of you finally showed up," Shen remarks. "I was starting to wonder if coming here was a waste of time."

>A. Ask Shen if he plans to compete

>B. Ask the man in the middle who he is

>C. Ask Jackie Chun why he wasn't at the last tournament

>D. Ask if any of them have seen Roshi

>E. Something else

>>1111827
>>A. Ask Shen if he plans to compete
>>B. Ask the man in the middle who he is
>>C. Ask Jackie Chun why he wasn't at the last tournament

>>1111827
>A. Ask Shen if he plans to compete
>B. Ask the man in the middle who he is
>C. Ask Jackie Chun why he wasn't at the last tournament

>>1111827
>A. Ask Shen if he plans to compete
>B. Ask the man in the middle who he is
>C. Ask Jackie Chun why he wasn't at the last tournament

>>1111827
>A
>B
>C
"By the way did you happen to run into your cousin?"

>>1111852
"Between you and me I think Roshi's going senile."

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Wonder how much the training Roshi and Shen gave their master improved him.

>>1111861
>So...what have you two been doing in my absence?
>I've going after beautiful women and trained like 3 disciples.
>I trained a few disciples to go beat up his disciples.
>Meditation for 6 months. The both of you.

>>1111861
>So...what have you two been doing in my absence?
>I've going after beautiful women and trained like 3 disciples.
>I trained a few disciples to go beat up his disciples.
>And then I trained those disciples to fine me some more beautiful women!
>And I secretly trained those beautiful women as my disciples...And one of them was a man.
>YOU BASTARD!

>>1111831
>>1111834
>>1111837
"You're competing, then?" you ask Shen.

"Naturally," the Crane Hermit tells you in an amused tone. "I wouldn't drag myself out here just to spectate your silly little matches. I'm here to show you, along with both my former students and Roshi's just exactly what the Crane School is capable of."

"They already know what it's capable of," Chun comments. "Losing."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH OLD MAN!" Shen shouts as he whirls on the other martial artist.

"YOU'RE JUST AS OLD AS I AM!" Chun shouts back. "AND I LOOK TEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU!"

"That's enough!" the man in the middle tells them sternly.

Surprisingly, the two cease their bickering at once, looking toward the other man and muttering apologies.

"Who are you?" you ask, not recognizing this person that both Shen and Chun seem to know.

"I'm the one that trained these two," he explains. "My name is Mutaito."

Mutaito...you think that you've heard that name before. Yes, Roshi mentioned him in the past, and if you're not mistaken, Mutaito was the one who originally defeated King Piccolo.

"So then, you trained Master Roshi too, right?" you ask.

Mutaito nods.

"Do you know where he is?"

The old man smiles, amused. "He's doing a bit of special training. I'm sure that you'll be seeing him soon enough."

Chun chuckles. "My cousin's a sneaky one. He'll show up when you least expect it."

"So, why didn't you compete in the last tournament?" you ask Chun.

"There were several reasons," the old master tells you. "But, I regret that I missed it. From what I understand, it was quite the exciting event."

Mutaito steps forward, seeming to take a moment to study you, though a man of his experience probably did that within the first three seconds of spotting you just to be on the safe side.

"I saw that you were the one who defeated Demon King Piccolo," he says, his tone respectful. "I'm most impressed. Killing that monster was a task that even I couldn't accomplish."

>A. Saw?

>B. Thank him

>C. Well, you didn't exactly finish the job. Piccolo reincarnated

>D. Ask if all of them are planning to compete

>>1111880
>A. Saw?
>D. Ask if all of them are planning to compete

Holy fuck man it's Mutaito!

>>1111880
>>A. Saw?
>>B. Thank him
>>C. Well, you didn't exactly finish the job. Piccolo reincarnated
>>D. Don't worry though, he's not doing the whole "World Domination" bit anymore. He just wants to kick my ass.

>>1111880
>>B. Thank him
>>C. Well, you didn't exactly finish the job. Piccolo reincarnated
"Though, at least he's mellowing out, kinda"

>>1111880
>A. Saw?
>B. Thank him
"But I think you're even more impressive since you developed a technique to seal him, giving the world time to heal and for someone to appear to complete what you set out to do."
>C. Well, you didn't exactly finish the job. Piccolo reincarnated
"He is a lot nicer than his dad."
>D. Ask if all of them are planning to compete

>>1111902
Supporting this.

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>>1111875
>>1111868
>>1111861

>>1111902
>>1111906
"Saw?" you ask.

Mutaito nods. "Those slain by Piccolo and his foul clan are doomed to wander the Earth as restless spirits until the end of time. For more than three centuries, I endured that fate, unable to do much more than observe as the world rebuilt itself. When King Piccolo returned, I saw you and others face him and his minions, and I saw you deliver the killing blow. You did what I couldn't, and for that you have my undying respect."

"Thank you," you tell him. "But, you're even more impressive. Your Mafuba technique sealed him away and gave the Earth time to heal. You gave the world time to wait for someone to appear who could deal with Piccolo."

Shen and Chun don't comment on this conversation, though they seem to be listening intently. Mutaito offers you a smile, accepting your compliment.

"Still, I didn't exactly finish Piccolo off," you confess. "He was reincarnated."

Mutaito nods. "I saw that, too. That devil was even more tenacious than I'd thought."

"Well, at least the new Piccolo is nicer than his dad," you say optimistically.

"So I hear," the old master says somewhat grudgingly.

"So, the three of you are going to compete, then?" you ask.

"That's right," Jackie tells you. "I think that us old masters can still teach you a thing or two."

>A. You agree

>B. Tell him that you're a lot stronger than before, and that you plan to win this time

>C. Go back to your wife and son

>D. Go find some food

>E. Something else

>>1111966
>B. Tell him that you're a lot stronger than before, and that you plan to win this time

>>1111966
>A. You agree
But that still doesn't me we have any intention of going down easily either.
>B. Tell him that you're a lot stronger than before, and that you plan to win this time
>C. Go back to your wife and son

>>1111966
>A.
>B.
>C.

>>1111966
>A
>B
>C

>>1111966
>A. You agree
but
>B. Tell him that you're a lot stronger than before, and that you plan to win this time
>D. Go find some food

>>1111984
>>1111996
>>1111999
"I agree," you tell him. "But, I'm much stronger than before, and this time, I intend to win."

Chun chuckles. "You have gotten a great deal more powerful, that's true. But raw strength isn't everything."

Mutaito nods in agreement, while Shen just smirks again.

You bid them farewell and make your way back toward the registration desk, looking for Bulma and Trunks. You don't see the two of them there, just some guy with long blonde hair and a red handprint on his cheek standing in front of the registration desk.

Wading back into the crowd, you close your eyes and try to sense for their energy, but surrounded by so many people, it's hard to isolate theirs. You do, however, sense another familiar power coming, which you identify as Yamcha.

Looking into the air, you spot an Airship moving to land in the distance just outside of the grounds. You recall Yamcha bragging about some awesome new ride he was able to buy, so you figure that he and Lazuli came in that.

Continuing through the crowd, you're soon stopped by a small group of pretty young women who recognize you from your appearances in various televised tournaments.

"Can we have your autograph?" a brunette asks in a dreamy tone.

>A. Sign some autographs

>B. You're looking for somebody

>C. You need to go find your wife, but you'll sign autographs later

>D. Something else

>>1112034
>C. You need to go find your wife, but you'll sign autographs later
>D. Smile, then afterimage away.
Cause we cool.

>>1112039
Seconding

>>1112034
this >>1112039

>>1112039
this

>>1112039
>>1112046
>>1112048
"I need to go find my wife," you inform the girl. "But, I'll sign autographs later."

The girls seem dejected, but before they can plead with you to sign anything right this minute, you smile, and move away as fast as you can, leaving an Afterimage behind. When one of the girls reaches out to touch you, she screams as your form fades into nothingness.

Free of fans for the moment, you dash around above the crowd, looking for Bulma and Trunks. You spot them in the market area, in front of a hotdog cart. Oolong has rejoined them, and is paying the man for his own food.

You fly down and land in front of them, scaring the hotdog vendor and causing him to throw Oolong's hotdog into the air, where a bird swoops down to catch it, carrying it off.

"Alright, you owe me another one!" Oolong tells the man, who continues to look at you nervously.

"Y-yes sir, coming right up," he stammers, retrieving Oolong some food.

"Where did you go?" Bulma asks, moving her own food out of Trunks' reach.

>A. Checking out the competition

>B. It turns out Shen, Jackie Chun, and Roshi's old master Mutaito are competing

>C. Spending some time with your female admirers

>D. Something else

>>1112075
>B. It turns out Shen, Jackie Chun, and Roshi's old master Mutaito are competing

>>1112075
>C. Spending some ti-
HAHAHAHA.
No.
>B. It turns out Shen, Jackie Chun, and Roshi's old master Mutaito are competing.

>>1112075
>B. It turns out Shen, Jackie Chun, and Roshi's old master Mutaito are competing
>D. Did you guys figure out what that crowd was about? Did Goku come back or something?

>>1112075
>A
>B

>>1112075
this >>1112087

>>1112087
Changing to this

>>1112087
Actually yeah, this.

>>1112087
>>1112091
"It turns out that Shen, Jackie Chin, and Roshi's old Master Mutaito are competing," you explain. "I was talking to them."

"Jackie Chun, the guy who beat you in the first tournament?" Oolong asks before taking a bite out of his hot dog.

You nod.

"Well, that's not really a big deal," Bulma says dismissively. "You nearly beat him when you were a kid, and you're thousands of times stronger than you were back then."

"She's right," Oolong tells you with a mouth full of food. "That old geezer doesn't stand a chance."

"Shen shouldn't be much trouble, either," Bulma tells you. "And Mutaito...he's the one that died fighting Piccolo all of those years ago, right? No need to worry about him."

You shrug. "Anyway, did you guys figure out what that crowd was about? Did Goku come back or something?"

"Thankfully, no," Oolong tells you after swallowing another mouthful of hot dog. "He might have actually had a chance at beating you, and I'd be out of some serious money."

Bulma gives Oolong a serious glare, and the pig slinks away as fast as he can.

"No, it was some martial artist named Mr. Satan," Bulma says as she looks back at you. "Apparently he's pretty popular for winning some regional tournaments lately."

>A. Kind of reminds you of Pamput

>B. Okay, so nobody too important

>C. So just another normal competitor

>D. Ask to hold Trunks

>E. Tell Bulma that Yamcha and Lazuli just landed

>F. Something else

>>1112148
>A. Kind of reminds you of Pamput
>C. So just another normal competitor
>D. Ask to hold Trunks
>E. Tell Bulma that Yamcha and Lazuli just landed

>>1112148
>F. Do you think I'd look bad if I beat him? People seem to be all over the guy.
>D. Ask to hold Trunks
>E. Tell Bulma that Yamcha and Lazuli just landed

>>1112148
>F. Mr......Satan?
>E. Tell Bulma that Yamcha and Lazuli just landed
>D. Ask to hold Trunks.

>>1112168
>>1112173
>>1112165
"Mr....Satan?" you ask, a bit confused.

Bulma nods, a look of mild distaste on her face as she glances back. "I don't know where he got the name, but that's what they call him. He seems more like a performer than a fighter to me."

"Do you think I'd look bad if I beat him?" you ask. "People seem to be all over the guy."

Bulma stares at you a moment, her expression silently asking if you're serious. "Tofoo, it's a tournament to see who the strongest fighter on the planet is. If you throw the match so that you don't upset someone, I promise that I'll never be "all over" you again. Got it?"

You nod, knowing better than to test her on this.

"Good," she says, trying to balance Trunks and her food so that she can take a bite without Trunks trying to take the hot dog from her.

"Here, let me hold him," you say, reaching your hands out.

Trunks is handed to you, and Bulma takes a nice big bite out of the hot dog as Trunks watches. He lifts his head to look up at you, seeming to silently ask if he can have one.

"Is Shen really the only other person to show up?" Bulma asks in disbelief after taking another bite of her food.

"Yamcha and Lazuli just landed," you tell her.

"Great, let's go find them," Bulma tells you. "Where are they?"

>A. Head in the direction where you saw them land

>B. Sense for them

>C. Tell her to go ahead, you and Trunks are going to take a walk

>D. Something else

>>1112231
>B. Sense for them
>D. Get Trunks a hotdog before we head off
Gotta let the kid have one. It's like a tradition at sporting events.

>>1112231
>B. Sense for them

>>1112231
>C. Tell her to go ahead, you and Trunks are going to take a walk
Don't think I don't see what's happening Som. You're giving us one last moment with our son before shit hits the fan.

>>1112242
Nah, this is just a tournament arc. Don't worry too much about that.

The next arc has the potential to get ugly, though

>>1112244
Isn't the next arc when Freezer brings daddy over to help stomp out a monkey?

>>1112239
Seconding, it's not like he's able to eat it. The most he could do is wave it around and accidentally hit someone with it.

>>1112256
>>1112256
Just make sure that he doesn't choke on it

>>1112255
No, one more arc before that

>>1112263
>Just make sure that he doesn't choke on it
You wouldn't. If you did you'd be saying an overpriced hotdog is more dangerous than the androids.

>>1112266
No, I would just be saying that the hot dog got there first

>>1112267
Is red meat the real villain now? Is Goku's heart disease a symptom of his shit diet? Are we gonna make Doctor Briefs lobby for the disbandment of the beef industry?

>>1112270
I've been eating a shit ton of Celery sticks in real life to counteract all the bullshit I had when I was a teenager.

>>1112239
>>1112256
Before you go, you decide to get your son a hot dog. Bulma warns you to keep an eye on Trunks to make sure he doesn't choke on it, and you promise to do just that. You buy the food, and hand it to your son, who laughs and begins to wave it around before trying to take a bite out of it. When he can't immediately do that, he goes back to waving it around like a toy.

You close your eyes, sensing for the energies of Yamcha and Lazuli. They're actually heading in your direction, so it doesn't take long for you and your family to go and meet them.

Yamcha's decked out in the same outfit he wore back during his days as a desert bandit, an interesting choice. Lazuli looks gorgeous. She's not over-dressed, but dressed nice enough where she's sure to turn heads.

"Hey, I should have figured that you'd be here," Yamcha greets when he sees the three of you. "All signed up and ready to roll?"

While you and Yamcha exchange pleasantries, Lazuli and Bulma do the same with one another, and Trunks continues to wave the hot dog around, laughing to himself.

"I could sense Tenshinhan and Chaozu moving this way when I was flying over," Yamcha tells you. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Haven't seen any sign of the others, though."

>A. Tell him about the old masters being here

>B. Tell him that the others will surely be here

>C. Ask if he knows about anybody named Mr. Satan

>D. Something else

>>1112284
Trying to get them bonus years I see.

>>1112289
>A. Tell him about the old masters being here
>C. Ask if he knows about anybody named Mr. Satan
>D. Ask how he thinks he's gonna do in the competition.

>>1112289
>A. Tell him about the old masters being here

I want to roll for Trunks accidentally hitting someone with his hotdog, guess low for no one important high for important.

>>1112297
I hope he smacks kid Videl in the face while we walk past the crowd.

>>1112290
Fuck yeah I am.
>>1112295
Seconding.

>>1112301
That's not nice

>>1112303
I doubt a hotdog would do any damage, and I figure it'd be an opportunity to do some stuff with kid Videl as we've never actually seen Kid Videl before.

>>1112295
>>1112302
You inform Yamcha that Shen, Jackie Chun, and Mutaito will be competing in the tournament.

He doesn't seem particularly concerned. Instead, he sounds excited. He slams his fist into his palm, grinning eagerly. "I can finally show Shen just what I'm made of, and if I can show up the former World Champion while I'm at it, that'll look great!"

"Speaking of World Champions, there was some guy called Mr. Satan who was shouting about how he was going to win the tournament," you inform your friend. "Know anything about him?"

"Yeah, I know that name," Yamcha tells you. "He got his name from the Dojo he studied at, Satan Castle. He's won a bunch of regional tournaments, and his personality apparently makes him entertaining for a lot of people to watch. As far as I can tell, he's just a guy with a lot of strength."

So, no real threat, then. It's looking like your only real challenges are going to be Piccolo, Tenshinhan, Chaozu, and maybe Krillin.

"What do you think about your chances?" you ask.

"Honestly?" Yamcha asks in turn. "If I can just make it past the first round, I'll be happy. But, I'm sure you're going for the championship title."

>A. Of course

>B. You'll just do your best

>C. You kind of have to, or Bulma's going to be mad

>D. Tell him he should go register

>E. Something else

>>1112339
>A. Of course
>C. You kind of have to, or Bulma's going to be mad
>D. Tell him he should go register

>>1112339
>A. Of course
>D. Tell him he should go register
>E. What's with the get-up? You doing bandit stuff again?

>>1112345
Seconding and make sure Trunks isn't trying to bite the hotdog.

>>1112345
Thirding. We can't have Trunk choke or else Bulma will kill us.

>>1112353
>>1112350
Because Bulma's the only one in your family that's allowed to choke on meat, right?

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>>1112356
Ayyyyyyyyyyy

>>1112356
Come on Som....
You know she loves tofu more.

>>1112364
True, true

>>1112345
>>1112350
>>1112353
"Of course," you tell him, glancing down at Trunks to make sure he isn't trying to shove the hot dog down his throat or anything.

Nah, just pushing it against his face for some reason. You put a stop to that before looking back up at Yamcha.

"You should go register," you suggest.

"Good idea," he says, getting ready to leave.

But, you have something else to ask him.

"So, what's with the get-up?" you question. "Are you doing bandit stuff again?"

Your friend rubs the back of his head, chuckling at you. "No, it's just that, well, I learned from both Roshi and Shen, and now I'm not really a student of either. In fact, I've mostly retired from martial arts. I'm not part of any school anymore, I'm just Yamcha again, so this just kind of felt right."

He steps past you and jogs into the crowd. "Anyway, catch you soon!"

You're left with Trunks, Bulma, and Lazuli. The two of them continue to talk with one another, mostly about what you and Yamcha have been doing at first, but then deviating into clothes and sticking with that.

It seems like things are going to get pretty dull, but that's when you hear a voice.

"Hey, down there!"

Looking up, you spot Tenshinhan and Chaozu coming in for a landing, the two former Crane Students causing quite a buzz in the crowd as they descend from the sky and land in front of you.

They're dressed as they always are, and look pretty much exactly how you remember them.

"I figured we'd find you here nice and early," Tenshinhan tells you with a smile.

Chaozu floats over, staring at Trunks, who stares back. The tiny man makes a funny face, and Trunks laughs, clapping his hands together, and, in the process, losing his grip on the hot dog.

As the food flies toward the ground, Chaozu stops it in midair, moving a hand and causing it to float right back to Trunks, who smiles as he grabs it again.

"That was Yamcha I just saw, right?" the three-eyed man asks.

"He went to register," Lazuli tells him. "You should probably do the same."

"Yeah," Tenshinhan agrees. "Ready, Chaozu?"

Chaozu turns away from Tenshinhan, nodding and floating back to his friend.

>A. Let them go register

>B. Tell them that Shen, Jackie Chun, and Mutaito are entering the tournament

>C. Something else

>>1112395
>>B. Tell them that Shen, Jackie Chun, and Mutaito are entering the tournament
>C. Try and sense their energy to see how much stronger they've gotten.

>>1112395
>A. Let them go register
Not like we can tell them later or Yamcha can tell them while they are signing up.

>>1112397
This this this.

>>1112397
>>1112404
They're probably suppressing it, you know

>>1112397
Thirding

>>1112415
Make it roll and see if we can sense their true power then.

>>1112421
Yeah.

Come on Som humor us a bit.

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>>1112422
>>1112421
>>1112417
>>1112404
>>1112397
Very well, roll

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1112428

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1112428

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1112428

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1112428

>>1112431
Oooooooooh.

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>>1112431

>>1112431
>>1112430
>>1112429
>>1112397
"You guys should know, Shen, Jackie Chun, and their old master, Mutaito are going to be competing in this tournament," you tell the two.

They stop, Tenshinhan glancing back while Chaozu turns toward you.

"Thanks for the head's up," Tenshinhan tells you. "But I'm not worried about any of them."

Chaozu says nothing, but he doesn't appear to be overly afraid himself. The two continue off into the crowd.

As they move, you attempt to feel their energy. What you sense is about the same as what they had when you were travelling in space together, which tells you that they must be hiding their true power. You try to find out just how much power they're hiding, and are able to sense that there's a lot of it. But, exactly how strong they've become, you can't say for certain.

"Well, looks like everyone's finally gotten the lead out," Bulma observes. "Good thing, too. It's not much longer before the junior division gets started."

>A. Ask Lazuli if she's heard from her brother lately

>B. Ask Bulma if she knows what happened to Launch

>C. Sense for the others

>D. Take Trunks and go for a walk

>E. Something else

>>1112442
>>A. Ask Lazuli if she's heard from her brother lately
>>B. Ask Bulma if she knows what happened to Launch
>D. Take Trunks and go for a walk

>>1112442
>B. Ask Bulma if she knows what happened to Launch

>C. Sense for the others

>D. Take Trunks and go for a walk

>>1112445
This.

>>1112442
>A. Ask Lazuli if she's heard from her brother lately
"When he came back from space he felt stronger than before, is he thinking of competing?"
>B. Ask Bulma if she knows what happened to Launch
>C. Sense for the others
>D. Take Trunks and go for a walk

>>1112445
>>1112447
"Hey Bulma, do you know what happened to Launch?" you ask.

"Last I heard, she went off somewhere with Lapis," Bulma tells you. "I'm not really sure what they were doing."

"My brother wanted to do some kind of training," Lazuli explains. "So Launch probably went along for the ride."

"Do you think he'll compete?" you ask.

Lazuli shrugs.

Well, if he's coming to compete, you should be able to sense him. You close your eyes and focus, and are quickly able to detect multiple powers converging on the island. Krillin and Chichi are flying together, while Kori and Konattsu appear to be racing. Piccolo is well on his way, and you sense another power coming.

Yes, that must be Lapis.

"I'm going to take Trunks for a walk," you tell your wife.

"Alright, just make sure you aren't late for the preliminaries," she instructs.

With your son in your arms, you walk off.

>A. Go meet someone as they arrive (specify)

>B. Just take a walk around the grounds

>C. Fly around the island

>D. Go get yourself something to eat

>E. Something else

>>1112474
>A. Go meet someone as they arrive (Lapis)
>D. Go get yourself something to eat
I wanna see if Lapis has gotten as cocky as we have

>>1112474
>A. Go meet someone as they arrive (Piccolo)
BIG GREEN!

>>1112474
>B. Just take a walk around the grounds
Probably go see if there are kids in the jr division that might put up a fight and if not try and decide to sneak off to do some last technique improvement before Kori's and Konattsu's match.

>>1112488
>>1112478
>>1112477
Deadlock

>>1112501
I'm not changing my vote. We need to show off how cool Trunks is to Piccolo

>>1112501

>B.

To break the deadlock.

>>1112504
If it's to fuck with Piccolo, then I'm changing to>>1112478

>>1112507
See, this anon gets it.

>>1112506
>>1112488
Very well, then. B's have it

Not caught up, but it looks like this is a tournament. Before I catch back up, two questions: Is this the Cell Games? And if not, does it matter?

>>1112512
Awww man.

>>1112514
This is not the Cell Games, it is the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament, a contest to determine who is the greatest martial artist on the planet

>>1112520
So it doesn't matter? Cell Games when?
150? 180? 220?

>>1112514
It's the first tournament Kori is competing in and we're now fighting to retain the priveledge of plowing our wife. This fucking matters.

>>1112524
Da fuck you on about, we're trying to shill our wife's business.
And maybe win the fucking tournament.
Of course it matters.

>>1112506
>>1112488
You wander around the tournament grounds with your son, passing by competitors and spectators alike. Once again, you find people hounding you for autographs, and you do sign a few before retreating with Trunks.

More and more camera crews arrive, and you take pains to avoid those for the moment, just wanting a bit of quality time with your son. You do find a few minutes of peace, showing Trunks the various sights and sounds the tournament grounds have to offer.

You feel more and more energies gather on the island, and soon hear the announcement that the Junior Division is about to begin.

>A. Head for the stadium

>B. Just keep walking with Trunks

>C. Something else

>>1112529
>Kori
>A filthy ningen mattering
>And a Saiyan at that

>>1112533
>>A. Head for the stadium
Gotta cheer on our God Daughter

>>1112533
>A. Head for the stadium
Can't miss Kori's match.

>>1112533
>B. Just keep walking with Trunks

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>>1112535
ZAMASU!

>>1112542
Wait a minute... Zamasu was a rip-off of Omega Sheron just like how Golden Freiza was Super 17!

>>1112533
>A. Head for the stadium

>>1112545
I'm not seeing the Omega Shenron-Zamasu thing, but I can definitely see Golden Frieza being a Super 17 rip for the most part.

>>1112550
Both had the goal of punishing the mortals/universe for their vices, both were granted the majority of their power by the Dragon Balls, and both were essentially immortal at some point, as well as both becoming fusions in their ultimate form.

>>1112557
They were also both made of goo, at least partially.

>>1112536
>>1112538
Taking to the skies, you fly toward the stadium, finding that much has changed about the stage in which these battles are decided.

The ring itself is far larger than before, for instance, and massive stands surround it, meaning room for far more people than could have reasonably attended in the past.

A large gathering of energy tells you where the others have gone, and you fly down into the stands, taking a seat beside your wife, who reaches out to take Trunks.

In the ring below, the same announcer who's overseen the tournaments since you were a child raises his microphone above his head, then brings it down and addresses the crowd.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" he shouts. "WELCOME TO THE TWENTY-FOURTH WORLD MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT!"

The crowd erupts into cheers.

Once they've settled, the announcer continues. "This is a special occasion, folks. Never before has the World Martial Arts Tournament included a Junior Division. Here, you can watch as tomorrow's greatest warriors get their first taste of fighting in the ring! So, let's hear it for our fine young fighters!"

The crowd erupts into cheering once more as a long line of children emerge from the contest hall, stepping into the ring and spreading out across it. There must be dozens of them. Children of all shapes, sizes and colors, from tiny children about Kori and Konattsu's age to boys and girls in their early teens. Most of them look to be about what you expected; children with little to no experience who are probably there at the behest of their parents, though a few look like they've probably thrown a punch before.

"Unlike our adult tournament, there are no preliminaries in the Junior Division," the announcer explains. "So, these thirty-two little warriors will face off in the ring, competing for the title of Junior World Champion! And, in addition to the title, the winner will receive a cash prize of five million zeni!"

>A. So, either Kori or Konattsu are going home rich

>B. This is going to be pretty boring

>C. You're glad this crappy division wasn't around when you first started competing

>D. Tell Trunks that maybe he can compete in the Junior Division in the next tournament

>E. Something else

>>1112580
>E. Get into an explosive argument with Bulma about why our son isn't good enough for this.

>>1112580
>A. So, either Kori or Konattsu are going home rich
>B. This is going to be pretty boring

>>1112590
Second

>>1112580
>>A. So, either Kori or Konattsu are going home rich

>>1112580
>A
>B
>D
"Guess it'll be good practice for you, before we jump to the serious stuff."

>>1112580
>>A. So, either Kori or Konattsu are going home rich

Couldn't Piccolo join this Junior Division? He's what, eleven, at this point?

>>1112607
Shhhhh.

>>1112595
>>1112602
>>1112598
"So, either Kori or Konattsu are going home rich," you comment.

"Probably," Bulma tells you. "Unless they do something to get disqualified."

"I've explained the rules to Kori more than once," Suno tells Bulma from nearby. "She'll be fine."

"And we've told Konattsu all about it as well," Chichi announces. "The two of them have been sparring constantly for months, they know how to control their power."

Krillin chuckles. "Good thing, too. These other poor kids would be in some trouble if they couldn't."

The Junior Division soon begins, and it is about as stupid as you'd expected. Half of the matches end with one kid crying and giving up after one solid blow lands. While this does make things progress faster, it gets old really quickly.

There are a few kids that seem to know what they're doing, however. In particular, a little dark-haired girl about the same age as Kori and Konattsu, is actually quite skilled. She may be young, but her technique is impressive, and she certainly packs a punch.

You think that her name's Videl or something. If Krillin and Goku's kids weren't competing, she'd probably be the winner.

Of course, Kori and Konattsu breeze through their fights, looking quite bored as they do so. None of the other competitors can land a single blow, and half of them fail to try.

>A. Comment that this is stupid

>B. Ask Bulma if you should have entered Trunks; he could probably fight better than half of these kids

>C. You've had enough of this. Get up and leave the stadium

>D. Don't say anything

>E. Something else

>>1112623
>>B. Ask Bulma if you should have entered Trunks; he could probably fight better than half of these kids
>E. At least we have one match to look forward to.

>>1112623
>E. Stop being a fucking depressed and irritated asshole and start cheering for the kids.

Jesus when did we become That Guy?

>>1112623
>>E. Something else
Encourage/ cheer for the kids

>>1112630
Seconding, might as well encourage the kids that are going to lose to keep on improving. It's a lot more impactfull coming from a guy thats famous from fighting than from some random stranger.

>>1112635
changing to this

>>1112630
>>1112635
Still, despite how silly all of this is, you find yourself cheering for Kori and Konattsu. The victories may not be hard-fought, and the matches might not be long, but you support them anyway for getting in the ring and winning their matches.

In the semifinals, Konattsu easily disposes of some fat kid, sending him rolling out of the ring with a single strike. Kori, on the other hand, has to face off against Videl, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say the young Half-Saiyan is excited about that.

When the match begins, Videl decides to take the initiative, rushing at Kori and attacking with a rapid and well-aimed series of punches. Against a normal girl, such an onslaught would spell serious trouble, but Kori is able to block and parry with ease.

Videl spins and throws a kick at the side of Kori's head, but the red-haired fighter catches her ankle, saying something to the other girl before letting go, causing Videl to fall over.

The dark-haired girl gets back up and drops back into a fighting stance.

She's certainly determined.

But determination alone is not enough, and after making a few more attempts to strike Kori, Videl is sent sliding across the ring by a shove, falling off the edge and landing on her back. Kori is declared the winner.

Suno's daughter walks over to the edge of the ring, jumping down as Videl picks herself up. The two talk about something for a moment before the announcer shouts that the final round is about to begin.

Kori hops back into the ring, and Konattsu steps in to face her.

"These two fierce female fighters are close friends outside of this competition," the announcer explains. "They spend their days sparring in the woods or the snow, and today they face off in the ring for the title of Junior Champion!"

This could get interesting. Kori certainly has the edge on raw power, but Konattsu has both her mother's resolve and her father's cunning. Honestly, while Kori seems to have the advantage, this match could go either way.

>A. Cheer for Kori

>B. Cheer for Konattsu

>C. Cheer for both

>D. Something else

>>1112672
>C. Cheer for both
>D. Start throwing out pointers for both

>>1112672

>C.

Tofoo is best uncle.

>>1112672
>C. Cheer for both

>>1112672
>>C. Cheer for both

>>1112672
>C

>>1112679
>>1112684
Unable to choose who specifically to root for, you decide to cheer for both of the girls.

In the ring, Kori and Konattsu bow to one another before taking fighting stances. Kori wastes no time in beginning the fight, firing a wave of energy at Konattsu in an effort to force her onto the defensive.

Konattsu leaps into the air, and Kori redirects the wave, sending it up after her. The dark-haired girl raises her hands in front of her face, and you instinctively shield your eyes.

"SOLAR FLARE!"

A blinding light shines over the stadium, and you hear countless people cry out in surprise and pain. Uncovering your own eyes, you watch Konattsu rush down to attack a disoriented Kori, only to strike through an Afterimage. Konattsu searches for the real Kori, and finds her even higher up in the air, slowly uncovering her eyes.

Kori rushes down toward Konattsu, who quickly retreats and lands on the floor of the ring, looking up as Kori comes rushing down. At the last moment, Konattsu moves out of the way, leaping back just in time to avoid a punch from Kori that instead slams through one of the tiles.

Konattsu takes the chance to strike, kicking Kori in the face and sending her flying off of her feet. However, Kori backflips and lands in a crouch, springing at Konattsu, who isn't fast enough to dodge this time. The resulting punch knocks Konattsu onto her back and sends her sliding partway across the ring.

"Amazing!" the announcer calls. "After some airborne acrobatics and very flashy techniques, each fighter has landed a hit on their opponent. But neither of these ladies look ready to give up!"

Konattsu leaps back to her feet, holding her hands out to each side, and unleashing two waves of energy. The audience screams as the blasts appear to be heading for them, and sigh in relief as the attacks redirect, striking one another halfway between Kori and Konattsu, and creating a smokescreen between them.

Konattsu comes rushing through the smokescreen, and Kori strikes, only to realize that she's hit an Afterimage. Konattsu strikes from behind, landing a solid kick to the back of Kori's head which sends the Saiyan faceplanting on the ground.

>A. Ask what sort of training these two have been doing

>B. Comment that they really should be in the adult division

>C. Something else

>>1112713
>B. Comment that they really should be in the adult division
>C. Cheer harder

>>1112713
>B. Comment that they really should be in the adult division

>>1112713
Backing >>1112719

In all honesty Tofoo doesn't need to ask what kind of training they have been doing. They probably have been doing what he did after he left the "Turtle School".

>>1112719
"They really should be in the adult division," you comment before cheering even harder.

"We couldn't have beaten them at the last tournament, that's for sure," Krillin tells you, grinning as he watches his daughter fight.

Konattsu fires a blast at the prone Kori, who launches herself off of the ground and into the air in retreat. Rather than giving chase, Konattsu fires a barrage of energy blasts up at Kori, who quickly moves to evade them. As she continues to fire the blasts, you see Konattsu's body glow, and split into two separate beings, both of whom continue to fire attacks into the air. With twice as many blasts in the air, Kori can't evade for long, and is soon struck, causing her to halt her movement and leaving her vulnerable to the barrage that follows.

She raises her arms to shield herself, and takes hit after hit, until a cloud of smoke surrounds her, obscuring her from Konattsu's sight. At that moment, a wave of energy breaks through the cloud, rushing down toward the two Konattsu's, who leap out of the way.

Kori explodes from the cloud, rushing toward one of the Konattsu's and striking her in the gut with such force that she goes flying from the ring.

"No!" you hear the other Konattsu shout just before the one struck by Kori slams into the wall just below the stands.

The Kori in the wall fades away, leaving one Konattsu hovering above the ring.

The announcer looks around in confusion, seeming not to know how to call that. But he quickly settles on a ruling.

"Well, there may have been two Konattsu's, but one touched the outside of the ring," he tells the crowd. "So, that's gotta count. The winner, and new Junior Martial Arts Champion is Kori!"

The crowd erupts into cheers once more as Konattsu lands in the ring, slowly walking to Kori and stopping right in front of her. The two look at each other for a moment, exchange some words, and shake hands.

"Let's hear it for these two amazing fighters!" the announcer shouts to hype up the crowd. "I'd say these girls are going places!"

You bet he's right. And you can't help but glancing toward your son, who watches this with wide, innocent eyes. Maybe next time, he'll be the one in the ring being called champion.

Or, maybe not. But there's one thing for sure; these kids will be ones to watch.

"You guys should get going," Bulma tells you and the others in your group that plan to compete.

She's right, the preliminaries will be starting shortly. You rise from your seat and take off, ready for your part of the tournament to begin.

>End Updates

That's all for tonight, anons. I hope you all had fun

The next update depends on you guys. I definitely have practice tomorrow night, and probably on both Wednesday and Thursday. I can run those nights, but I won't be able to start until at least 9:30. If that works for you, I can do that. If not, next thread will probably be Friday

As always, I will stick around for a little while to address questions, comments, and concerns

>>1112755
Thanks as always for running man. It was nice to see the next generation show off.
What do you have practice for anyways?

>>1112760
School theater

>>1112755
Thanks for the fun, so what did the other kids think about the girls fight?

Let alone the rest of the adults?

Announcer guy?

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>>1112762
>he's into theater shit

>>1112763
Most of the other kids thought it was the coolest thing they've ever seen.

Videl realizes she needs to train

Most of the adults thought it was the most incredible thing that they've ever seen. And, of course, the adults in your group were reasonably impressed, and Suno, Krillin, and Chichi are very proud of their children.

Announcer guy thinks this is going to be an exciting tournament, and he's thrilled with that.

>>1112772
Guessing neither still don't know the bear shout?

Did Mutaito watch the fight or did he not enjoy the idea of a jr division?

>>1112755
Those two are lucky to have people who knew all those techniques and such at the beginning, and had them as parents. Tofoo, Goku, and Krillian all had to learn it over the years... After basically searching the planet. (-because Piccolo killed basically everyone who knew what Ki was.)
If we started with Kami instead of Roshi, Tofoo would probably have been close to how strong they are now by the time of the 23rd MAT, if not sooner.

>>1112778
He watched

Who knows what they know?

>>1112780
Maybe so, but isn't it kind of a good thing that the next generation might surpass the current one?

>>1112783
Yes, but at the same time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYROUBnOf3c

>>1112755
Do you think Yusuke and Kuwabara could survive the Saiyan Saga?

>>1112788
>family guy

>>1112783
>Maybe so, but isn't it kind of a good thing that the next generation might surpass the current one?
Yes, but I'm just saying that last generation could have easily kept up at the same pacing. Plus the only way they would surpass Piccolo, Goku, Tofoo, and possibly Krillian is if they all quit training. That or Tofoo gets so full of himself he pops like a balloon.

>>1112788
You're scared of Trunks?

>>1112790
Maybe. I think they could at least handle Raditz

>>1112795
That last scenario doesn't seem that unlikely

>>1112797
I've always imagined Yusuke and Kuwabara training at Kami's lookout for the saiyans but I haven't seen a decent write of it.

>>1112797
He was getting early sword training by practicing with that hotdog, such precision waving around that bun without spilling any ketchup or mustard around.

>>1112800
That would be cool

>>1112802
You clever bastard, you figured it out

>>1112802
>>1112813
Speaking of Trunks, he needs a Progressive Sword, Eva-style. We can totally get Bulma to whip him up one that can be even further augmented by Ki. That shit would cut anything. Even Cell's Perfection.

>>1112818
Funny you should mention that

Do we have a chance of learning IT when Goku is back?

>>1113149

I don't see why not. One of the problems DBZ had was that ABSOLUTELY NOBODY bothered to share their techniques.

Sure, it would make battles a bit repetitive if everybody had the same techniques, but at the same time that shows how retarded everybody was for not bothering to learn abilities other fighters had.

At least in Tofooverse they bother to learn some abilities like the kaioken instead of being goku-only like in canon and it would be pretty boss if more people besides Tofoo bothers to learn IT from Goku once he's back and maybe Tofoo teaches the kuma-ken to others.

>>1113164
>>1113149
Maybe

http://www.strawpoll.me/12239616

>>1113269
What do you think of the new opening?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U08CvWO_gCY

>>1113623
From what little I've seen, it looks rather good

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>>1112831
You know what to do, Som. Make Trunks a whiny bitch, thus securing his place as a failure for the Anti-Trunks Anons. [apoilers]-and by that I mean don't make him a whiny bitch and keep him normal, just give him the Prog Ki Sword.

>>1114061
Shit, my 2nd spoiler. Atleast the first is good enough to serve its purpose.

>>1114061
>>1114064
Trunks will be Trunks

>>1114148
As he is supposed to be.

WEN BROLY

>>1114429
Not until Goku gets back and SUPER SCIENCE SPACE WARRIOR™ Trunks arrives. So... Quite some time.

If Som even decides to do Broly.

>>1114531
But she's canon now :^)

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>>1114429
Actual Broly? Probably after Cell

Fembroly? If we ever reach that arc


Also, we back

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>>1114664
Perfect.

For the first time in several years, you step into the contest hall of the World Martial Arts Tournament, finding it even more packed with people than you can remember. There are hundreds of warriors, from massive towering men of might, to people so puny that they make Krillin look huge. As always, there are rings scattered throughout the hall, platforms on which the contestants will fight their preliminary matches.

"Man, it feels good to be back," Krillin comments from beside you, looking around the room with a grin. "It's been way too long."

"Agreed," Tenshinhan says, a smile on his face as he takes everything in.

"So, what's the deal with this?" Lapis asks, coming up behind the group. "Is this where we get rid of the weaklings?"

>A. Wait, he's competing?

>B. These are the preliminaries. These will decide who gets to fight in the main tournament in front of the crowd

>C. It's not so much about getting rid of weak people as thinning the numbers so the tournament doesn't take forever

>D. Something else

>>1114696
>B. These are the preliminaries. These will decide who gets to fight in the main tournament in front of the crowd

>>1114696
>A. Wait, he's competing?
>B. These are the preliminaries. These will decide who gets to fight in the main tournament in front of the crowd

>>1114696
>A. Wait, he's competing?
>B. These are the preliminaries. These will decide who gets to fight in the main tournament in front of the crowd

>>1114711
>>1114700
"Wait, you're competing?" you question.

Lapis smirks, spreading his arms out. "Obviously. I've been doing some training, and learning a few tricks. Now I'll get to have some real fun with them."

He returns his arms to sides, and looks around the hall once again. "Seriously, though, what is all of this?"

"These are the preliminaries," you explain. "They decide who fights in the main tournament in front of the crowd."

"We basically do a bunch of short matches until there's only eight competitors left," Krillin explains.

"Sixteen this time," you correct.

"Really?" Krillin asks, looking up at you in surprise.

"Well, that certainly gives all of us a better chance of making it in," Tenshinhan comments.

"Not that it'll matter," a rather obnoxious voice declares.

You turn around to see an extremely tall, fat, dark-skinned man with his hair tied back lumbering toward you and your friends, looking down on you both literally and figuratively as he stops a few feet away.

"You puny wimps won't stand a chance," he declares.

Krillin looks up at him, a tired expression on his face. "You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

The big man laughs. "You've got guts, shorty. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but you will never hurt me. Just hope that you don't get put against me in the preliminaries."

"Yeah, I'm sure your stupidity would be too much for me to take," Krillin remarks, turning away from the man and waving his hand dismissively. "Now, mind going away? Thanks?"

The big guy gets a confused look for a moment. "Oh, I get it, you're afraid. And you should be."

Krillin says nothing, and you see a bead of sweat drip down the man's face.

"Well, see you later, shorty!" the man declares, turning away and stomping off.

If you didn't know any better, you'd swear he sounded nervous.

Lapis crosses his arms, looking toward Krillin with disapproval. "So, is there a reason you didn't smash his face in?"

"Fighting outside of the ring is against the rules," Chichi explains as she glares in the man's direction. "Hopefully one of us will get the chance to rip him apart in the ring."

>A. Agreed

>B. Nah, fighting that guy sounds boring. You want a real challenge

>C. There's idiots like this at every tournament

>D. Something else

>>1114777
>B. Nah, fighting that guy sounds boring. You want a real challenge
Inb4 this triggers some bullshit we have to fight.

>>1114777
>C. There's idiots like this at every tournament

>>1114777
>C. There's idiots like this at every tournament.

>D. Something else
"Chichi are you competing as well?"

>>1114777
>>B. Nah, fighting that guy sounds boring. You want a real challenge
>>C. There's idiots like this at every tournament

>>1114777

>A.

Also, Som. Your thoughts on the Broly Abridged movie? Kinda late, but I haven't been reading the threads as thoroughly lately thanks to work, only paid attention to the main actions of the Quest.

>>1114788
>>1114801
>>1114785
"Nah, fighting that guy sounds boring," you comment. "I want a real challenge."

Tenshinhan chuckles. "Yeah, fighting somebody like that would just be a waste of time, wouldn't it?"

Yamcha gives a nod. "Still, it would feel nice to take that moron down a peg."

"There's idiots like this at every tournament," you remind him. "Just ignore it."

You look toward Krillin's wife. "Chichi, are you competing as well?"

She smirks, giving you a nod. "Of course. Krillin and Konattsu aren't the only ones in the family that can fight, you know."

"Attention," a voice calls over the crowd. "Attention everyone."

Turning toward the sound, you and your friends spot an elderly looking man standing on one of the stages, in front of a microphone. Once this guy's finished speaking, the preliminaries should be starting.

"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to the twenty-fourth World Martial Arts Tournament," the official tells everyone. "This is the largest gathering of warriors we've had in the history of this tournament, which means we have a lot of matches to get through, and not a lot of time to do it. So, let me go over the rules. You will fight a series of matches to decide who progresses to the main tournament. These matches will have a time-limit of one minute, and will end if a competitor touches the outside of the ring, is knocked unconscious, or stays on the ground for a ten count. If no winner has been decided by the time a minute passes, it will be up to the judge to decide. All forms of weapons and armor are banned from these matches, and outside help is strictly prohibited. Claws may be used, but only if they're natural. Killing your opponent is strictly prohibited, as is fighting outside of the ring. If you do either of these things, you will be disqualified."

He gestures to another official standing by the wall. "Now, everybody form an orderly line and take a number from the box. This will determine your placement in the brackets. And no, there is no trading allowed."

Thankfully, the line moves pretty quickly and everyone is given a number. You're happy to find that you won't be fighting any of your friends in the preliminaries, but suspect it to be more than just luck when you see that Chaozu's smiling.

>A. Just fight your way through the preliminaries

>B. Watch some of the other competitors as they fight

>C. Something else

>>1114829
I found it overall very enjoyable, though it kind of petered out near the end.

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>>1114834
>A. Just fight your way through the preliminaries
Just realized that Majin Tofoo will be in the next WMAT, because they didn't have one after Cell for some reason.

>>1114844
>Majin Tofoo

>Implying

>>1114834
>>A. Just fight your way through the preliminaries

>>1114834

>B. Watch some of the other competitors as they fight
>C. Observe anything about your friends as they fight.

They're our friends, but intel is still crucial to winning a fight, especially so we lessen the risk of losing.

>>1114834
>B. Watch some of the other competitors as they fight

Want to see what Mutaito can do

>>1114850
How else could we keep up with Goku besides Majin'ing?

Also, can Goku even use the spirit bomb in Super? He's a carelessly selfish and destructive dick.

>>1114854
Backing.

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>>1114850
>Implying we won't spend the 7 year gap pushing kids off bikes and eating lots of pussy

>>1114857
How else could we keep up with Goku besides Majin'ing?
Raising our base power to about double what it is now, and we can do that. Then... Kuma-ken x2/3, which may or may not put us at standard Super Sayain.

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>>1114869
>Tofoo*6 matching Buu Saga Goku

>>A. Just fight your way through the preliminaries

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>>1114869
I'm pretty sure it's confirmed that Super Saiyan gives like a 50 times power boost.
None of that really matters though as we can just close the gap by training like a mother fuck and channeling the spirit of Wealthy Harpsichord.

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>>1114883
>we can just close the gap by training

>>1114888
We already have the defacto best training method.
It's gonna be hard, but not that hard.
What's the point of even being a human if Som isn't even gonna let us be relevant and compete with Super Saiyan nonsense anyways. He wouldn't adhere to the canon to where Humans just can't do anything after a point. That's stupid.

>>1114878
Super Sayain 2 and 3 are a whole different ball game. I meant keeping up with him in atleast Super Sayain.

>>1114883
We're almost as strong as 4th Form Frieza with Kuma-Ken at this point in time, I believe. Give Tofoo a year and he'll be at 100% Frieza possibly. Give him a another half year or a bit more and he'll be early Super Sayain. Give him another year and he'll be Trunks Level Super Sayain and could have beaten Mecha Freezer by himself.

>>1114888
This is Dragonball Quest, things are modified slightly so that Humans can be Olibu if they want.

>>1114905
I think SSJ2 and SSJ3 are just a double powerup and a quadruple powerup respectively. They aren't that great.

>>1114905
>Give him another year and he'll be Trunks Level Super Sayain and could have beaten Mecha Freezer by himself.
Actually that seems wrong for scaling. Okay, after another year he could beaten 19 and 20 easily in canon.

>>1114854
>>1114855
The preliminaries get underway, and you find yourself unsurprisingly able to effortlessly deal with your opponents, whose strength wouldn't have even been a match for you when you were a child. None of your matches last more than five seconds, and you're granted a place in the tournament.

The preliminaries do give you a chance to watch how the others fight, however. And you observe the competition, both old and new, friends and foes.

That big guy that was insulting Krillin, apparently named Pintar, is able to move with surprising speed for a man of his size. His strategy seems to be simply overwhelming his foes with size and power, allowing him some rather swift, brutal wins. However, you know a strategy like that won't work on you or your friends, and judging by his energy, you might have been able to handle him back at your first tournament. He won't be worth worrying about.

Krillin wastes no time in his battles. He holds back his power enough to avoid seriously harming his foes, but still strikes hard enough to knock them unconscious with a single strike. There's little to learn from his matches, only that he possesses great control.

Chichi similarly ends her battles in swift, powerful strikes, though she seems slightly less concerned about harming her opponents than Krillin does.

Tenshinhan and Yamcha approach their battles similarly to Krillin, and Chaozu seems to just unnerve his opponents, moving in a somewhat unnatural seeming way that psyches out his opponents, and allows him to easily win with a single strike.

Lapis seems to take his time with a lot of his matches, taking nearly the full minute on each one. He seems to enjoy toying with his enemies and showing off as much as possible, and his technique is quite impressive.

Shen wins his battles with precise strikes that allow him swift victories, while Chun simply flings his foes from the ring the second his matches start.

Mutaito, on the other hand, seems to allow his opponents a chance to strike, not that it matters. Not one of the old master's enemies can even come close to landing a blow, and are dealt with quickly.

Mr. Satan, the one you were told about, seems to be quite strong, at least for a normal human. If he'd competed in the old tournaments, he might have been a decent opponent, but as is, he's simply a strong guy who really seems to enjoy showboating. Still, he makes it to the tournament proper.

The blonde man you saw near the registration area before wins his matches with graceful techniques that throw his foes off-balance. He's a decent martial artist, but not strong enough to be a threat.

>Continued

>>1114905
>Olibu
>Being close to anything after Freiza
>>1114914
The theory goes Ozaru is 10 times base, SSJ is 50 times base, SSJ2 is 100 times base, SSJ3 is 400 times base, Golden Ozaru is 500 times base, and SSJ4 is apparently 8 times Golden Ozaru or 4000 times base. SSG is probably 1000 times base, and SSB is double that or 2000 times base.

>>1114947
if Blue is a mixture of God and SSJ, wouldn't that make it like 50,000 times base though?

>>1114954
It's really not that impressive compared to Red. Also God's name suggests that it's the SSJ version, which would make SSB something like SSJ2, but the modifiers for anything from Super are pure conjecture.

>>1114932
You spot a large, muscular guy whose appearance vaguely reminds you of the big Saiyan that came to Earth with Vegeta. The only difference is, this guy has long brown hair, and isn't nearly as strong. He seems to have very little strategy besides rushing his opponents and savagely attacking until he overwhelms them. He makes it to the tournament, but you doubt he'll make it far.

There's also a short-haired, dark-skinned man in green who uses powerful and well-aimed punches to take his opponents out fast. Another one you can categorize as a non-threat.

"Would the sixteen competitors please wait here?" the official asks once all is said and done. "The rest of you, better luck next time."

The other contestants clear out of the hall, some grumbling about how unfair their matches were, others not seeming to care too much, and others just being good sports and expressing determination to try again next time.

"The announcer will be along shortly to assign you positions in the tournament bracket," the official explains. "So please, don't wander off."

He leaves, and you figure you have time to talk to at least one person before the announcer shows up.

>A. Krillin

>B. Chichi

>C. Yamcha

>D. Chaozu

>E. Tenshinhan

>F. Lapis

>G. Piccolo

>H. Chun

>I. Shen

>J. Jackie Chun

>K. Pintar

>L. Mr. Satan

>M. The blonde guy

>N. The black guy

>O. Mutaito

>P. Nevermind that, just wait for the announcer