NOTE: Like, I said, here's the first part of Bojack Unbound! Sorry, this took awhile, but I had been more motivated to write for other stories and school was getting in the way.
If this story is to ever get taken down, this story is also posted on AO3 under the same username as this. Please, enjoy this chapter and review!
I do not own Dragon Ball Z or Super!
Chapter 9: Bojack Unbound(Part 1)
The scene opened up with a ship landing at an airport. "The four phenomenal warriors, representing the four galaxies, will be special participants in this, the Tenkaichi Grand Tournament, being hosted by world-class multimillionaire Gyosan Money, have just arrived on Earth!" Multiple ridiculous looking fighters exited the airship.
"Tenkaichi? Looks more like a circus if you ask me," Tien grumbled.
"And what do they mean, 'just arrived on Earth'? These guys aliens or something?" Yamcha asked.
"Obviously it's just for show, Yamcha," Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Why do I feel like this has my Dad written all over it?" Videl muttered.
"Oh, my! Things have already become more exciting! This is the first time I've ever seen an alien, and I am quite impressed!" The TV reporter exclaimed.
"Is this really what humans think aliens look like?" Piccolo questioned.
"Not everyone has seen what we've seen, Mr. Piccolo," Gohan responded.
"Humans could at least try harder," Vegeta interjected, feeling a bit insulted.
"I don't see the issue," Goku chuckled.
"Of course you don't. You already look like a clown," Vegeta scoffed.
The scene changed to an open resort, where a large crowd was watching the broadcast. Another news reporter turned around to face the benefactor of the tournament. "And so, let us ask some questions of Mr. Gyosan Money. What is the Tenkaichi Grand Tournament, exactly?"
"My adorable, only son, Doll, badgered me for this, you see…" Gyosan was interrupted by his son's yell. The boy was playing with a toy dinosaur and Mr. Satan plushie.
Videl silently huffed at the sight of the doll, remembering when her Father had filled their home with them back when he announced that he had killed Cell. Pan was outstretching her little hands, wanting to hold that toy of her Grandpa.
"It is our present to him on his tenth birthday," The wife added.
"Papa, are there really going to be aliens?" Doll asked.
"If any of us are competing then, yeah, there will definitely be aliens," Gohan answered.
"Oh, of course. This will be a raw battle between the most powerful Earthlings and aliens. Papa is going to let you watch it from these special seats," Gyosan's answer brought a wide smile to his son's face. "Doll, as long as you have money in this world, you can do anything!"
"Can money protect you from a Demon King?"
"A massive army?"
"An alien race bent on conquering?"
"Two cyborgs and a bio-android?"
"A magical genie?"
"A God of Destruction?"
"If your answer was 'Yes' to any of these questions, then you're a massive dumbass," Trunks interjected.
"Trunks, no cursing!" Bulma scolded him.
The Producer walked in front of the camera. "The richest man in the world here, Mr. Gyosan Money, is sponsoring the biggest martial arts tournament ever!"
"Nah, I think the Tournament of Power is bigger," Goku disagreed.
The scene changed to Snakeway, the camera slowly making its way down the path of the large serpent as the Producer's voice overlapped. "It's a tournament where, regardless of age, gender, nationality, pro or amateur status, the most powerful combat sportsmen in the whole wide world have been invited, and they can battle with each other as hard as they want!"
"That sounds so cool! I really want to participate in this!" Goku bounced in his seat.
"Sit still! You're gonna knock the food over!" Chi-Chi yelled at him.
"Why exactly are we seeing Snakeway? Unless…" Piccolo began thinking of one very likely scenario of when this takes place.
"The winner will receive one hundred million zeni!"
"Too low," 18 scoffed.
"How is that low!?" Krillin shouted, baffled.
Bubbles can be seen holding a TV dish up as Gregory floats next to him. The mini TV somehow managed to connect to the living world's cable. "What's more, the winner will meet that hero that saved humanity from the terror of the Cell Games-"
"Oh, brother!" Videl complained, hating that her guess was correct. The last thing she wanted to deal with was the potential of her Dad's insufferableness, he had gotten better over the years of course. But, she had no real idea of when this was yet.
King Kai is seen watching the TV broadcast, not bothered by the poor quality of the TV signal.
"Why would King Kai be watching this?" Goku wondered.
"You probably convinced him to watch it," Piccolo answered.
"Why would I, unless I was dead or something," Goku shrugged, unbothered by bringing up his own deaths.
"From how things are looking at the moment, you might just be. Though, I think we should keep watching just to make sure," Bulma suggested.
"The winner shall be granted the right to challenge Mr. Satan in the ring!" Gyosan announced. The camera travelled up a marble flight of stairs, stopping at a door with red curtains. The spotlight was aimed directly at it, but nothing came through the door.
Suddenly loud laughter could be heard as Hercule Satan stood on a Helicopter.
"And of course you'd have to make an extravagant entrance," Videl sighed.
"I gotta put on a grand show for the audience, Videl!" Hercule responded with his own gusto.
"It's the ultra-gifted, most powerful combat sportsman on Earth, Mr. Satan!"
"Most powerful, huh?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Almost everyone in the theater was stronger than the man, but of course none of those humans needed to know that.
Hercule pulled out a capsule and tossed it to the ground, it poofed open to reveal a long stack of brick tiles. Hercule jumped off the helicopter with his hand in chopping form. He slammed his hand down onto the tiles and broke them.
The scene instantly cut to a door opening behind King Kai. A dead Son Goku walked through the door, carrying various different kinds of food in his arms.
"And that confirms my earlier thought. This takes place during that 7 year break before Buu," Piccolo said.
"Aw! So, I don't get to participate in the tournament?" Goku complained.
"That's all you really care about, huh?" Chi-Chi sweat dropped. She shook her head, the Matriarch hated being reminded of the 7 years that Goku was dead, a long time of their family being apart.
"I wonder if Goten has been born yet by this point," Gohan wondered to himself. He looked to his side to see his wife sulking. "What's wrong Videl?"
"I have to deal with my insufferable Father!" Crocodile tears fell down her face. Her husband chuckled nervously at Videl's dramatic actions.
"So, Mr. Satan has become the one who defeated Cell, huh? That's okay, I guess," Goku asked, surprised.
"Wait, you didn't-oh, yeah I guess you wouldn't have known," Krillin realized. Goku was dead for 7 years, so he had no idea of anything that was happening on Earth until he came back for the Tournament.
"Yeah, I didn't think anyone was gonna know about Cell getting defeated. So, I was shocked to find out Mr. Satan did it. Though, I didn't really remember who you were," Goku laughed.
"I-I'm not sure how to feel about that…" Hercule sweat dropped.
The scene changed to the next day, the Tournament finally starting to get underway. It was designed almost like a labyrinth, with multiple different stages all over it. "There are exactly 200 contestants here from all over the world, confident enough in their abilities to gather at the Tenkaichi Grand Tournament. With the chance to challenge the hero Mr. Satan on the line, the preliminaires are already being held across eight different battle stages at once!"
"Woah! Doesn't this sound fun, Trunks?" Goten asked.
"I mean yeah, if we weren't guaranteed to kick everyone's butts," Trunks replied. He was bummed that he and Goten wouldn't be able to participate in this considering the time period, so he was at least hoping the fights were fun to watch.
"Each stage has 25 contestants fighting it out in a Battle Royal format, and only the last remaining fighter from each will advance to the semifinals!" The announcer proceeded to go over the rules of the tournament. Anyone who falls from the ring, gets knocked out, or gives up are eliminated. And of course, no killing is allowed nor is the use of weapons.
"Pretty standard for a tournament," Yamcha shrugged.
Krillin is the first to make his debut as he jumped down onto the stage, knocking down every opponent in front of him.
"Finally! A cool showing for once!" Krillin celebrated his moment.
"Go Daddy!" Marron cheered for her Father.
18 gave a small smirk at seeing her husband in action.
"I wonder who I should take with me on my tour of the hot springs of the world," Krillin asked to himself. The monk's cocky smile had made its full appearance.
18 frowned at that, having confirmed that this took place before they started seeing each other. Which made it unlikely that she'd appear and Marron doesn't exist yet. She felt another hand land on top of her's, looking over she saw Krillin giving her a soft smile.
"Hey, we can go to a hot spring after this. Is that alright?" He offered.
"We don't have to, I just like being with you," She whispered.
"GOHAN!"
Chi-Chi is seen standing on top of the stands, two fans in her hands. "Gohan! Stick it to them!" Chi-Chi cheered on for her son. Next to Chi-Chi was Bulma, who held a baby Trunks in her arms.
Chi-Chi and Gohan both sighed dejectedly at the screen. It seemed that Goten hadn't been born yet in this viewing, and it was too early for Chi-Chi to be showing yet.
(Goku and Goten just hadn't realized it. Not that they don't care.)
"Aw! Trunks looked so cute back then!" Bulma gushed.
"Mom!" Trunks blushed, embarrassed.
Krillin blinked in disbelief. "Huh? Gohan's has entered? But, he's a Super Saiyan!" Krillin complained.
"HIYA!"
Krillin's attention was brought over to another stage where Piccolo could be heard screaming as the Namekian knocked opponents off the stage.
"N-Not Piccolo, too!" Krillin gulped as his chances lowered.
"Where Gohan goes, Piccolo is sure to follow," Goten laughed.
"I don't suppose Trunks is here as well, is he?" A large pile of defeated fighters landed behind Krillin.
Future Trunks stood alone on his stage as the sun shined down on him. The teen's beautiful muscles were visible through his sleeveless jacket. He noticed the bald monk and smiled.
"Future Trunks is here too!" Bulma gasped.
"And he's so hot!" Mai blushed deeply as she stared at Future Trunks' body.(Hell yeah, he's hot! Future Trunks in Super doesn't compare at all!)
Trunks grumbled in jealousy at his Future counterpart's body. While the boy wanted to participate, he didn't mean it like this!
Krillin felt his hopes continue to decline. "If it was just Yamcha and Tien, I figured this could have turned out better."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Both questioned Krillin.
"That you're the only two that I can still stand a chance at beating…" Krillin answered. He felt bad for his other self once more.
Baby Trunks reaches forward for some butterflies in front of him, Bulma pulls him back before he could fall over the ledge.(Bulma and the other women felt their hearts melt) "Chi-Chi, I'm surprised you let Gohan enter," Bulma said.
"Gohan does nothin but study day in and day out. If he doesn't keep his strength up, it'll be all for nothin'. I was thinkin' it wouldn't be so bad to let him relax once in a while."
Chi-Chi felt EVERYONE'S eyes turn to her on a dime, not believing the other her for a second. The housewife's angry response was immediate. "I KNOW WHEN TO LET THEM HAVE FUN, YOU JERKS!"
"Okay okay! Just calm down, Chi-Chi!" Ox-King and Goku attempted to chill her out. The housewife continued to huff. She knew exactly what was going through the other her's head at that time. When she had lost Goku in the Cell Games, she allowed herself to mellow out in honor of her husband's way of doing things. Allowing Gohan to take more breaks from his studies than she would've before. Not forcing Goten to study as much as she did Gohan.
She does regret that she regressed back into her older state of doing things after Goku came back to life. Maybe she should take it more easy on Goten and let him play around more again.
"Is that right? That's parental love for you," Bulma responded. "I wanted to take a tour of the world's hot springs together with the rest of the family, and Future Trunks had just come back from the future to report that he had defeated 17 and 18, so this is a golden opportunity for us!"
"Trunks never came back until Goku Black was an issue. There's another difference for us right there," Bulma noted.
"What's Vegeta doin'?" Chi-Chi asked.
Bulma's soft smile changed into a glare. "That man is useless! It's as if he's lost the desire to fight, and he spends his days just thinking about stuff."
"No wonder he's been so quiet," Bulma looked at her husband. The short Saiyan Prince hadn't said a word the moment he saw how young Trunks was in this viewing.
Vegeta knew why he wasn't there, he had lost his passion to fight after Kakarot died against Cell. The one person that he had constantly been driving himself to surpass and defeat was dead and refused to come back. He only decided to train Trunks, because no son of his was going to be a weakling. His drive to fight only resurfaced once Kakarot came back for the tournament.
"That's because of Goku dyin'," Chi-Chi said.
"Yes, Vegeta, it was that obvious," Bulma answered her husband's silent question. The Prince huffed and turned his attention away from the screen.
"Ah, Vegeta, I didn't know you cared that much!" Goku chuckled.
"I don't care at all, dumbass!" Vegeta yelled at him.
Tien is shown fighting on a television screen, Chiaotzu cheers on his best friend. Oolong stands next to him, lazily opting to cheer for Krillin.
"Thanks," Krillin rolled his eyes.
Roshi is seen crawling on a poll, trying to spot women to leer at. Weirdly enough Oolong tells him off for it. "We came to watch a martial arts tournament, right?"
"Wow, you're actually not being a pervert?" Bulma looked shocked.
"There's more to me than just being a pervert!" Oolong shouted, offended.
"We don't need to watch to know that Gohan or Trunks is obviously going to win, do we? That's why I'm on the lookout for gals with D-cups and T-back thongs!" Roshi replied.
"What does that mean?" The children asked. Before anyone could stop her, Chi-Chi had smacked Roshi with her frying pan.
"I didn't say nothing!" Roshi yelled.
"You were thinking it! You perverted old geezer!"
Roshi eventually found the women he was looking for, the old man's perverted illusions filled the screen. He approached the women, scaring them with his old man face.
"How can women not like my devilish charm?" Roshi questioned.
"I wonder why," Bulma replied, sarcastically.
Goku is holding onto King Kai as they watch the tournament. "This is even more incredible than the Tenkaichi Tournament!"
"You wish you could enter, huh? But you're a dead man now," King Kai reminded Goku.
"Yeah, being dead wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. Being with everyone is way more fun!" Goku's infectious smile made itself known.
Goku wasn't bothered by King Kai's reminder at all. "A fight between Gohan and Trunks is sure to be awesome!"
"Big bro would win of course!" Goten said.
"No way! The Future me would win easily!" Trunks argued.
"But, my brother beat Cell, so that means he's stronger!" Goten's rebuttal caused Trunks to fume in his seat.
"Just for that, you're not getting those toys!"
"What!? No fair!"
Yamcha is seen resting on top of a poll, not bothering to fight any of the opponents in the ring. "I never would have thought that Gohan and those guys would enter. And here I borrowed money to take a plane here."
"Did you forget you could fly?" Oolong asked.
"I can't just be popping up in the sky everywhere I go! That would scare people!" Yamcha defended himself.
"I was going to earn a hundred million zeni, too," Yamcha sighed.
"We could just share the money with you guys. I doubt Mr. Piccolo would use it for anything," Gohan said.
"Thanks, Gohan, but it'd just feel like we're leaching off of you if we did that," Yamcha refused.
"Yeah, it feels good to earn it yourself, ya know?" Krillin added.
"It looks like Yamcha doesn't feel like fighting at all," Chi-Chi said.
"There's no helping him, huh?" Bulma sighed.
"He's given up on winnin', after all," Chi-Chi smirked, confidently.
"That's right. He can't beat Trunks," Bulma said.
"Or Gohan, either!" Chi-Chi got directly into Bulma's face. The two Mothers glared at each other intensely, both of them sure that their own child would be the victor.
"Hehe, does it really matter who wins, Chi-...Chi-Chi?" Goku turned to his wife to see her glaring at Bulma. The blue mother returned the glare with an equal amount of ferocity.
A large sumo wrestler knocked a guy into the pole that Yamcha was resting on. Being unaware of the oncoming danger, Yamcha was sent falling into the sea and was disqualified.
Laughter erupted in the theater at Yamcha's humiliating loss. The bandit grumbled at the unfairness of his first appearance, while Puar tried to console him.
"Finally! It happens to someone else!" Krillin laughed.
Gohan pushed a large pile of fighters off of the ring. "A long time ago, Father also entered the Tenkaichi Tournament and worked on his skills, so that goes for me, too!"
Gohan remembered the time that he really wanted to follow in his Father's footsteps. But, he eventually decided to focus on other things instead. Doesn't mean that he doesn't look up to his Father.
"Contestant Son Gohan has passed the Preliminaries!"
The scene had changed to Hercule who was eating food with Doll. His face blanched when he looked at the TV and saw Gohan, recognizing him from the Cell Games.
"Contestant Trunks has passed the preliminaries!"
Hercule's face twisted into a fearful expression.
Hercule pitied his other self, remembering the time that he didn't know how good these people were. He was very grateful that none of them cared about fame or fortune and weren't attempting to get revenge on him. He and Videl were very lucky in that regard.
The stage that Krillin was fighting on began to tilt, knocking contestants off. The bald monk held onto the side of the ring, other contestants attempted to grab onto his head to stay on, but his bald head saved him.
"See! Being bald does have its perks!" Krillin puffed out his chest.
"Yeah yeah, it's your more iconic look anyway," 18 smirked.
"Contestant Krillin has passed the Preliminaries!"
"Contestant Piccolo has passed the Preliminaries!"
"Contestant Tienshinhan has passed the Preliminaries!"
Tien turned up to the camera and gave a small thumbs up, knowing that Chiaotzu was watching him. Hercule however, thought that Tien was pointing at him. The Champion slowly backed away from the table, hoping to run away.
"Oh, Daddy…" Videl sighed.
The Champ was stopped by a female reporter. "Mr. Satan, having seen the preliminaries, what are your impressions?"
"N-None of them have had enough training…" Was Hercule's nervous response.
"Really?" Videl deadpanned at her Father.
"What? What would you expect me to say!?"
"Something at least more creative, Daddy," Videl sighed again.
"The semifinals will consist of the eight contestants who passed through the preliminaries fighting one-on-one against each other."
"With Piccolo as my opponent, luck is not on my side. Geez, this is the worst!" Krillin whined.
If there was one thing 18 didn't like about her husband was his constant habit of giving up before trying. She had been doing her best to beat that habit out of him. Her husband was a great man, and she wanted him to believe that.
"The first match of the semifinals will be a fight between contestant Son Gohan and contestant Udo." The large beast of a man towered over Gohan in height. However, this mattered little to Gohan, who had been fighting planet destroying opponents since he was five years old.
"Kick his butt, Gohan!"
"You got this, sweetie!"
"Dada!"
"What is this, a kid as my opponent? This isn't my day. Hey, kid! I'm not holding back on you just because you're little, got it?" Udo said, cocky.
Gohan's response was a respectful bow. "Right, understood!"
"Like, Father like son," Roshi smiled. The old man reminisced on when Goku was a kid fighting in the tournaments.
"What? Jerk me around, will you? Why, you…" Udo attempted to grab Gohan, but the boy swept his legs and sent the large man flying out of the arena.
"Attaboy, Gohan!" Chi-Chi cheered.
"That's my son!" Chi-Chi yelled alongside her counterpart.
"Good job, Gohan!" Goku congratulated.
"Yeah, Big Bro!" Goten joined in.
"Hmph, as expected," Piccolo smirked.
"Wasn't even worried," Videl kisses Gohan on the cheek. The scholar blushed from all the praise his family was giving him.
Hercule watched in fear, imagining the same thing happening to him.
"The second match of the semifinals will be a fight between contestant Trunks and Contestant Tienshinhan!"
"Now, this should be a match!" Yamcha pumped his fist.
Tien couldn't help but get excited, even though he could figure out the outcome of the fight, he couldn't wait to see his counterpart and Future Trunks go at it.
"Go, Tien!" Chiaotzu cheered.
"You got this, Trunks!" Bulma and Mai were rooting for the Future boy.
"You're me, so kick his butt with style!" Trunks yelled.
"Trunks! I'm not letting you go easy on me!" Tien smirked.
"Right!" Trunks responded.
The two warriors bounced into the air, not wasting time with any warm ups. Tien sent two jabs at Trunks, the Future Warrior dodged the punches and nailed Tien with a kick. The tri-clops skidded over the sea's surface, regaining his own posture.
"T-They're floating in mid-air!" Gyosan shouted in disbelief. Hercule was shaking in fear at the fight before him.
Tien and Trunks clashed across the sky, their battle raced all over the tournament arena. Tien ascended higher into the air and made a triangle with his hands.
"Tri-Beam!" The attack missed Trunks and knocked over one of the stages.
Both warriors clashed once more with Tien landing a solid punch into Trunks' jawline. The two backed away from each other, enjoying their battle. Both of them powered up, with Trunks transforming into a Super Saiyan.
"Tch, unneeded," Vegeta huffed.
Tien however was satisfied, knowing that Trunks was taking their fight seriously. He couldn't care less if he was outclassed. A good fight was a good fight.
"M-Mr. Satan, how can this be?" The female reporter asked the Champ.
"Hmph! I-It's all tricks! Like the quick costume changes in a Kabuki play! Something like that!" Hercule quickly responded.
"Tricks? If that isn't the dumbest thing I've ever heard…" Beerus rolled his eyes.
"I forgot that he used to say that," Krillin and everyone else rolled their eyes at Mr. Satan's excuse.
"Why would he confuse them for tricks?" Goku asked.
"He's not, Goku," Chi-Chi said.
"But, then why did he say that?"
"Because he was being a coward at the time."
"Ohhhh."
The stadium shook roughly from the battle taking place, knocking all of them over. "W-what are those guys doing at a dinky tournament like this?" Hercule asked himself.
The scene changed to the fight being viewed on a small TV. A white gloved hand turned off the TV with a remote. Vegeta lies back down on his bed. "Sheesh, how worthless!"
"At least you cared enough to watch," Bulma sighed.
"Tch," The Prince just rolled his eyes.
Back to the fight, Tien launched a Ki blast at Trunks. The Super Saiyan was unfazed by the attack and vanished in front of Tien. The tri-clops gasped at Trunks' sudden disappearance, the Super Saiyan reappeared right behind him and smacked him into the water. Ending the fight with Trunks' victory.
"That's my Future Son!" Bulma gushed at Trunks' victory.
"Yeah, Trunks!" Mai clapped her hands, blushing.
"Alright!" Trunks pumped his fist.
Vegeta smirked, proud of Trunks' winning the fight.
"Good fight, Trunks. Wish I could've experienced the fight," Tien said to himself.
Future Trunks extended a hand to Tien and Tien took it with no issue. Showing good sportsmanship between them both.
"I-I have to do something!" Hercule panicked.
"My, Mr. Satan, you're looking pale," Gyosan pointed out.
Hercule could only do the one thing that he knew to do to get out of this situation. "M-My stomach hurts! Yow-ow-ow-ow!" He faked, pathetically.
Hercule blushed in embarrassment at his old behavior of getting out of situations. It was really pathetic looking back at it.
Videl had to suppress another sigh, and just focused on making Pan giggle by bouncing her on her lap.
"This won't do! Producer take Mr. Satan to the dispensary."
"I-I'll go by myself. I-I'll be right back…" Hercule left the watching room to run away. When he was sure to be far away enough, he stopped faking. "I'd better just go on and scram. They say that only fools rush in where angels fear to tread, after all…"
"That is true. If I were to fear something, then it'd be best not to go there," Whis laughed.
Hercule's plan failed due to the large crowd of people recognizing him. They began cheering his name on, forcing Hercule to put on a show. "T-This is no time for me to be doing this!" Hercule mentally panicked.
"The third match of the semifinals will be between contestant Krillin and contestant Piccolo!"
"Good luck, Daddy!" Marron cheered for her on-screen Father.
"Good luck, Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan cheered for his mentor.
"Piccolo wouldn't use his Special Beam Cannon on me, would he?" Krillin was panicking.
"Unless I wanted you dead, then no," Piccolo said.
"Good luck, Piccolo!" Gohan cheered from the stands.
Oolong sat behind the young Saiyan-hybrid. "Gohan doesn't need to be cheering Piccolo on. After all, there's no way Krillin can win," He said.
"Thanks for the support by the way," Krillin said sarcastically to the pig.
"No problem, buddy!" Oolong laughed.
"Dammit! If this is how it's going to be then I'm going to go out big!" Krillin strengthened his resolve. Piccolo hadn't made a move, the Namekian simply stood there with his arms crossed.
"What's with that indifferent stance!?" Krillin complained. "He's doing that to make a fool of me! He's definitely making a fool of me!" Krillin growled and charged at Piccolo with full speed. "Piccolo!"
Piccolo didn't uncross his arms or open his eyes, he simply turned his body. Krillin flew past Piccolo, flying into the Namek's cape and falling off the edge.
"REALLY!? COME ON!"
18 pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
The bald monk flapped his arms like a duck to get back onto the ring. It didn't work, but Piccolo grabbed him before he could fall. "I thought there were going to be some guys here with a little fortitude. I'm not about to stay here and hang around you any longer," Piccolo threw Krillin onto the stage.
The Namekian flew away from the arena, giving up on the fight, making Krillin the winner by default.
"Well...at least I won!" Krillin exclaimed.
"Only because you disappointed Piccolo," Yamcha chuckled.
"At least I made it to the semifinals and didn't get knocked off by a bunch of randoms!"
"What!? I was just caught off guard is all!" Yamcha blushed embarrassed.
"Are you ok, Mr. Piccolo?" Gohan asked his mentor.
"Yeah, just questioning my life at the moment," Piccolo sighed.
Chapter End
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