"There sure are a lot of people here," said Goten. "Are they all here to see us?"

"Yes, Goten, they are."

Goten laughed. "Look! There's everybody standing up there watching us!"

Trunks followed Goten's pointing figure, and saw his family and friends standing in the audience waving at them. Except for Vegeta, who never waved. His dad was so cool. He never waved or showed emotion. He was so lucky to have a dad who didn't seem to care about him in the slightest!

"Are you okay, Trunks? You look clinically depressed."

"Don't worry, Goten, I'm just not having a good childhood. Let's get ready to fight! Remember, no Super-Saiyajin!"
"Did you bring any food?"

"No, dad, we don't have any food. We can always go buy some popcorn, though."

"Yes," said Vegeta. "I am hungry. Woman, fetch me food!"

Bulma's hands twitched, and Vegeta nervously added, "Not you, Bulma. I meant Gohan's girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend! And don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"

"Hey, guys, Trunks is about to fight!" Krillin hopped around, trying to get a good view. "#18, I can't see the fight! Can you hold me in the air?"

#18 frowned. "The doctor never programmed me to hold my midget husband in midair."

"Oh, come on! I want to see!"

"Fine! But you're washing the dishes!"

Goku laughed. "The joys of marriage! I'm so glad I never got married!"

"What was that!?"

"Chi-Chi! I'd forgotten all about you! Er, I mean... er... help! Help! Piccolo! Vegeta! Help!"
"You don't look very tough, kid." The burly twelve-year old loomed over Trunks, cracking his knuckles. "Did you bring enough Barney the Dinosaur bandaids to cover your wounds?"

"You talk too much."

"What's that? Did you just insult me? Me? I'm twelve years old! I wear adult trousers and actually understand what's in the newspaper! You can't talk to me like that!"

Bored, Trunks slapped the teenager out of the ring and into the concrete wall that bordered it. The crowd, momentarily stunned, broke into cheers.

"What a hit by young Trunks Brief!" The announcer was practically epileptic at this point with excitement. "Maybe Mr. Satan will find some competition in the Junior Division after all!"

"Bghgh," said Mr. Satan, standing in the shadows of the dojo watching the fight. "Mffhgh."

"What's that, sir?"

"Dgsfh."

"And the next fight is young Son Goten versus this nameless kid twice his size!"

"Are you very strong?" said Goten curiously.

The bigger kid frowned. "I didn't think I'd have to be fighting toddlers. You can just give up now, if you want to."

"Oh! So you must be super strong! I'll let you hit me first!"

"Fine, kid, if that's how you want it." The boy aimed a left hook at Goten's face, and found it blocked by the young Saiyajin's fingertip. "Huh?"

"This isn't any fun," Goten complained, pushing the other kid with enough force to send him rolling from the ring and thudding into the grass. "Trunks was right!"

"And... another victory for Son Goten!"

"Another victory for young Trunks!"

"Goten wins again!"

"And the winner is Trunks!"

"The winner - Goten!"

"They're doing well," said Goku. "It's amazing how strong they are for their age."

"Well, that little Kakarotto might not be too bad, but my Trunks is clearly superior."

"I've heard that one before, Vegeta."

"It's time for the final fight - Trunks vs Goten! This should be an incredible battle! An amazing battle! A super battle! And the winner of the Junior Division will, of course, have a battle against World Champion Mr. Satan!"

"Oh, no," said Krillin. "They'll kill him."

"What? No, I'm sure my dad will be gentle," Videl replied.

They exchanged glances. Videl noticed. "Stop exchanging glances! I know you're all jealous of my father, but that doesn't mean you have to be so rude about it!"

"Sorry, Videl," mumbled Gohan.