Trunk's P.O.V.
I stood quietly, my back against the wall, my arms folded over my chest, my eyes closed. I was lost in my own world, mostly meditating, trying to clear my mind of anything that may distract me from the task at hand. And that was winning the tournament. My ears picked up the sound of footsteps as my blue eyes opened to see three teens in front of me. They looked to be around 11 or so.
"So this is the kid everyone keeps talking about?"
"He doesn't look so tough." I closed my eyes, ignoring the three bullies, not wanting to waste my energy.
"Hey, kid, why don't you give us a little demonstration? Show us how tough you are." The other two teens joined in as I let out a sigh. I unfolded my arms and opened my eyes.
"Why would I do that? I'd simply be wasting my time with scum like you." The leader got an angry look on his face as he grabbed me by the collar of my green gi.
"What'd you say brat? You got a lot of nerve talking to me like that!" I was really getting annoyed with this guy. Couldn't he take a hint?
"Look, I'm not the one to get into unnecessary fights but if you want to make this personal, we can." The boy just looked at me with a mixed expression. I smirked and simply lifted my finger to his forehead. I poked him between his eyes, sending him flying and crashing through the wall on the opposite side of the room, stunning his friends and all the other competitors. I went back to leaning against the wall, my arms folding across my chest.
"Anyone else wanna try me?" All of them then came running at me. I rolled my eyes and got in fighting stance. I was then blocked. I looked up to see my dad. All the other children immediately stopped, now cowering in fear.
"If you kids want to fight him, leave it for the tournament. Now is not the time to waste all your energy on this nonsense." It was then that I took notice of a guy wearing an orange bandana who had crashed through the tournament gate. I cocked an eyebrow up at my dad who looked down at me. I pointed my thumb towards the unconscious guy.
"Let me guess, that's your doing right?" He smirked, letting out a chuckle.
"Why yes it is." I smirked and stood beside him, my arms folded over my chest.
"Guess both divisions know who not to mess with now, huh?" We both shared an almost identical smirk as my dad bent down and picked me up on his shoulder.
"Tell you what: If you win this tournament, I'll take you out for ice cream." I got an excited look on my face.
"Really? You mean it?" He nodded, a smile on his face.
"Mm-hmm. Any flavored ice cream you want." I smirked and turned my head over my shoulders, staring down my competition.
"You guys are dead meat." My dad simply just smiled up at me.
"You better win this tournament, son. Kakarot and I have a bet going on and I am not about to lose."