He ran back home and found his father waiting for him in the yard again. He had to train three times a day with his dad to make sure his skills were sharp. He quickly changed into his clothes and they began training.

About half an hour later, they were done and Gosen had bruises all over my body. He thanked his father for training like always and went into the house. His mother had already made lunch. There were five tables, each with food on them. He sat down and thanked her for the food before he began eating. His father joined him a few minutes later.

Twelve minutes later, they were done eating all the food. They thanked Mom for the food again and Gosen went back upstairs. He put on his regular clothes and went outside. He took a while to walk around the neighborhood, but was stopped by unwanted guests.

"Did you really think you could get away from us after humiliating us!?" Greg yelled.

Gosen shook my head in disappointment. "I can't believe I actually thought that you accept your defeat gracefully and leave me alone, but I guess I was wrong. Well, you see what I can do, so please let me pass."

Greg grinned. "This time it's going to be different. I brought my dad, the best martial artist in town!"

A man walked from behind a house. He had black hair and a black beard. He looked tough and strong. Gosen used my ki sensing skill and saw that his ki wasn't nowhere as strong as his. Along with him came a group of kids from Greg's gang. They all held weapons such as bats, wooden swords, and other things.

"You really think this is fair?" Gosen said. "One twelve year old kid versus an army of kids my age and a grown man. Wow."

"What's wrong," Greg said. "Are you chickening out now?"

"No." Gosen said. "Let's just get this over with. But to be fair, I'll only use my right hand. That's more than enough."

"Don't get too cocky," Greg repeated what I had told him before. "Attack!"

Everyone attacked except for Greg and his father. Gosen charged too, and met them in the middle of the street. He dodged someone's bat and punched the owner in the face. He swung my fist, and easily broke five wooden swords, and knocked out their owners. He parried another bat, and punched the person in the stomach.

A few minutes later, he was the only standing with lots of groaning and knocked out people laid on the street all around him. His fist wasn't even injured or red from the fights.

He looked at Greg and his father. Greg said to his father, "I knew he was good, but this was more than I expected. I guess you'll enjoy this fight. It's like he's not even human."

Well, he was right. He wasn't human. At least not fully. He was half-hum and half-saiyan, but overall, he was a saiyan.

The man walked toward Gosen and stopped ten feet from him. He looked him in the eyes and said, "Let's begin."

Gosen smiled. "I can obviously see that you're scared. Your eyes gave you away."

"Nice try, but you're not scaring me off that easily," he said. "And if you don't mind, use our whole body. It'll be boring if I win unfairly."

"What makes you so sure you'll win?" he asked.

"Just do it,"

Gosen shrugged and brought forth his other arm from behind his back. The man immediately charged without bothering to put his guard up too. Like father like son, Gosen thought. He punched him in the stomach before the man could even attack. He staggered back while groaning. He finally stood still and charged again.

Gosen dodged his kick and tripped him. He fell on the ground, but quickly got back up. He punched at Gosen again. This time, he hit his arm down and used an uppercut on him. That finished him. He fell on the ground again and never got back up.

"I told him he couldn't win," Gosen said to Greg who was now trembling.

He took one step toward him and he ran away screaming. He sighed. He was sure he was going to try to bring a larger army against him next time.

Satisfied for today, he turned around and began walking back home. When he arrived, he put on his training clothes again and went to practice outside before training began.

When his dad came, he looked serious. "Now, today we will have our last practice."

Gosen looked confused. "What do you mean. I'm not even as strong as you are yet, and we're stopping already?"

"Gosen, you need to see the world more," his father said. "You can't just stay in this town forever. So, today is the last training session together."

He nodded, not wanting to argue anymore. He had actually been dying to get out of this place for a long time, and now he was given the chance to.

His father suddenly floated off the ground and hovered twenty feet in the air. He looked down at Gosen and said, "Come on up."

Gosen used my ki and lifted myself off the ground and matched hiscfather's position in the air.

"Since this is the last training, I'm going all out, and I'm expecting you to do the same. Give me your best and don't hold back. Let's make this last one the best."

Gosen nodded.