"But I would flap 500 hundred miles, and I would quack 500 hundred more!" Jazz sang and quacked in the form of an Eider Duck. "Just to be the duck who flew a thousand miles to crap just on your floor!" He flew at a smooth 100 miles an hour, too fast for any predators to think worth their energy, but not so quickly he'd burn through his ki on the return trip. He had begun the trip in the form of a Blackhawk jet, burned through most of his ki in maybe 5 minutes, and reached halfway.

He arrived at his destination pretty quickly due to that first burst of speed, reaching Korrin's tower and flying to its peak.

"You know…" the white cat shook his head as he watched the panting Jazz kneeling on the floor. "You should climb to my tower like everyone else does because it will do you good, you know."

Jazz shook his head. "Yeah, no thanks. I'm not at all ready for that commitment. Especially not now. I actually came to see if I could borrow some more Senzu Beans."

"How many do you need now?" Korin looked exasperated. "I've already given you 2."

"Over the past 6ish months!" Jazz retorted, "and I didn't even use the second one, it was for Goku!" Jazz explained what happened with the island and with Lucifer.

"Oh my?!" Korin murmured, "I'd always observed that island surface then sink, but I never realized it was for something like that…" He looked towards his banister, then sighed. "How many beans do you need?"

Jazz smiled, "Just three."

"I'm going to run out because of you," Korin muttered, but he still handed seeds over to Jazz.

'No Korin, you're going to run out because of Yajirobe, but not if I have anything to say about that.' As Korin handed Jazz the seeds, Jazz spoke up, "y'know, Korin?" He began, "I honestly think you should look into cultivating more senzu plants. At least one more would probably be extremely helpful, how many you got in these barrels?"

"Nearly 15,000", Korin said proudly.

Jazz froze, then did the quick calculation in his head. '15 thousand seeds, each seed lasts a person 10 days without needing to eat again, the senzu plant supply began going dry in about 15 years… 15 times 365 is 5475… then… divide by ten, that's 547 and a half seeds if one person was using it once, every ten days… I know Korin and Yajirobe would have to eat something, and the beans taste like fish… wait, Yajirobe is a fucking fatass, unless the Z fighters used the seeds to train more often than I thought they would… cause, 547.5 goes into 15,000 27 times. But Goku used like 5 seeds in a single month… maybe I should… no, the math really doesn't make sense unless the Z fighters ate multiple seeds a week at regular instances, I guess I'll figure it out when we prepare for the Saiyan's arrival…'

Korin shook his head as he watched Jazz. "Alright, I've helped you, do you need anything else?"

Jazz shook his head and collapsed, before the cat's eyes, the boy had fallen asleep. 20 minutes later, Jazz awoke, refreshed as ever, and ran off the tower. In seconds, Jazz took the form of a jet plane, and imbued his ki into his flight, he reached halfway, then instead of stopping he transformed into a non-powered glider with a tungsten tip. It was an experiment he did with his teacher, Ebi, she taught him many facets of aviation, including special manned gliders that worked conceptually the same as a paper airplane, but designed with Ph.D. level science involved, these gliders could go for hours after being brought into the air by a tow plane and could sustain speeds of up to 250 km/hr for over 8 hours, this is of course by best practice using thermals on a hot summer day. Jazz of course didn't use the glider to sail for 8 hours at a time, he used it to sleep for another hour. After waking up, he found himself dangerously close to the treetops, he transformed again into a Jet, but to his disconcertion noticed he hadn't fully recovered. "...I need food…"

After about another hour of sustained flight, Jazz finally reached the city limits. He transformed into a carrier pigeon and slowly flew to Seraphina's apartment.

"Hmph, you look quite disheveled, what took you so long?" The woman glowered at Jazz.

"Sorry, I didn't feel safe flying over the ocean, so I went the long way." Seraphina ignored his excuse. She tossed him a bag. "What's this?"

"It's your uniform. Also…" she tossed a key Jazz's way. "Here's your room key, it's to the east of ours, Mark's room is immediately to the west. Though you won't be using the room too much, remember, you agreed to 24/7 detailing, when Mark is asleep, you'll be the only one able to protect Miguel, so you better get emergency numbers in speed dial, your room will contain several weapons and licenses, keep them on you."

Jazz nodded, "thanks. Where's Mark and Miguel?"

"Mark needed to get his arm looked at, he injured it further defending us from those vagabonds." Seraphina looked upset.

Jazz nodded, "that's actually why I left, I'll stop by the hospital before everything else." Before the older woman could stop him, he dashed off.

…

Mark looked at the doctors, who shook their heads. "Sorry son, given the damage, it would have taken 3 months, but you've complicated things, we might have to surgically insert a metal splint, which might take a year or even more to remove.

"Will… is there anything that can be done?" Miguel asked.

"No," The doctor shook his head sadly. "It would take a miracle to-" he was interrupted by the sound of nurses shouting.

"You can't be here!" A nurse shouted, grabbing onto Jazz who simply walked into the room and approached Mark.

"Yo, Mark."

"J-Jazz?!" Miguel looked shocked.

"Eat this bean." Jazz handed a senzu.

"What?!" Hercule made a grumpy face. "Why would I want a nasty, raw bean?!"

Jazz rolled his eyes. "Are you as stupid as your hair?"

"My hair?! I'll kill you for that! No one insults my hairdo!"

Jazz's face twisted into a silly grin. "Saying you'll kill someone over their hair? Isn't that a little ironic?" Hercule rushed forward and attempted to punch Jazz, who blocked his punch easily. "Pretty strong." Jazz broke Hercule's other arm and both legs in the same movements. As Hercule screamed in pain, Jazz flipped a bean in his mouth, causing Hercule to chew in surprise. He twisted his face his disgust and prepared to spit out the beans. "Swallow you actual buffoon before I cripple you, I don't have the energy to deal with your bullshit."

Hercule swallowed, and in shock felt the pain leave his body. He stood up and moved his arms and legs. "I'm… I'm okay?" He looked confused and shocked.

When the doctors did secondary x-rays they swarmed Jazz, begging to find out how he was able to heal Hercule in nearly an instant, how he used that bean, and whether he had any more. Jazz's response was to turn to the reticent Hercule and cross Miguel. "I'm a little hungry." He smiled, "I'm going to take a shower and will sleep."

…

Miguel was angry as they walked back to the apartment. "That was rude! I know he was trying to help, but I'm sure he could have convinced you some other way, right?" She looked at Mark hopefully, which made him feel even more conflicted.

He was pissed off at Jazz, but couldn't help but admit that Jazz did help him immensely. "I…" he admitted, "probably wouldn't have eaten the bean, I was ready to spit it on him…"

"But he was forceful!" Miguel sighed, "why was he so mean about it?!"

Hercule sighed, twisting his face in discomfort. Jazz was too much of a mystery. He came out of nowhere when Mercenary Tao disappeared, could transform into various things and creatures and even people, and was strong, even stronger than he was. 'Why wasn't he there to fight Tao?' Hercule lamented even thinking those thoughts, he was the world champion, how could he act like this?

"I mean, I think you're tough enough to take care of me by yourself!" Miguel tapped Hercule's shoulder. "Jazz probably took advantage of your injuries."

Hercule smiled, "you're right!" What was he talking about?! No, he had a broken arm, he was thrown off balance so Jazz took advantage of him. The guy probably wasn't even that tough. Hercule's ego began to rise up again. He'd go confront Jazz right now! In fact, after he confronted Jazz, he'd train up, and win the stupid Budokai Tenkai-whatever! Then he'd get vengeance on Tao PaiPai! He walked over to Jazz's room and pounded on the door.

"It's unlocked." A voice called out.

Hercule opened the door to see a shirtless Jazz, drenched in sweat and exercising. He was doing barbell lunges, the barbells holding 90 pounds on both sides, for a total of 225 pounds, though what Hercule noticed the most were the golden bands around Jazz's wrists and ankles. Hercule observed Jazz's musculature, despite the heavyweight he was lifting, his body was compact threaded.

"You!" Hercule began. "Let's have a rematch now that I'm in top form!"

Jazz nodded. "Sure."

"See I knew you'd try to wh-" He began, confused.

"What? Do you think my workout will handicap me enough that you could squeeze out a win? Please, I could beat the shit out of you hopping on one leg and only headbutting you."

Mark was inflamed. "Why you!"

Jazz rolled off the weights, brought one leg up, and hopped out of Hercule's range. Before Hercule could turn around he suffered a massive blow to the base of his spine, bowling him over. Jazz rubbed his forehead gleefully. "I'm pretty hard-headed.

Hercule got up and unleashed a wild haymaker. Jazz ducked, still on one leg, and headbutted the other fighter in the chin. Hercule saw stars, and before he could orient himself, he felt a heavy blow to his sternum. As he lay there, gasping for hair, Jazz whipped his hair away from his eyes. "Mark," he began slowly, "you're literal horse piss when it comes to strength. Did you think I won cause you were injured?" Jazz placed a foot on the fighter's chest. "I could have knocked you out twice by the time you attempted to punch me, and I'm literally the second weakest fighter I know." He glanced in Mark's way, "well, except for you, I guess I'm third now."

"Why are you here!?" Hercule demanded.

"I came because Miguel's dad asked me to pass on a letter and I wanted to say hi to a friend." Jazz looked on in confusion, "are you jealous?"

"N-no!"

"Ah, alright, well, okay then, but," Jazz smiled, "I can't forgive you for just attacking me out of nowhere."

"You attacked me first!"

"Do you have any scars to prove that I actually harmed you?"

"You broke my arm!"

"And Mercenary Tao nearly took your life, unless you think me healing you rudely is worse than attempted murder, please justify not just trying to find the pink-shirted prick?"

Mark was silent, fuming at Jazz's strange but vaguely compelling argument.

Jazz raised a hand, "you like Miguel."

"N-no…"

"Please, you turn redder than a fire truck and make nearly the same noise when you see her come close, I can tell you really have a crush, and frankly, do what you want."

"What?"

"I'm not after Miguel in any way, I'm older than her by like 4 years I think." Jazz shook his head, "you on the other hand are smitten, but as we've seen, you're weak."

"I'm not weak!"

"Oh really? Then…." Jazz pointed at his bruises, "were the last few minutes impromptu jazz lessons? Haha, Jazz lessons. Actually, not a bad idea, Jazz's Lessons, best music, dance, and martial arts school on Earth." He turned to Hercule. "Li, how's that sound?" He lifted his hands "Jazz's Lessons, school of Hard Nox…" he chucked. "Anyways, I'm sure we satisfied your disgustingly arrogant assumption. Get out of my room."

"Make me like you!" Hercule demanded.

"What?"

"You're a teen like me, If someone like you can do it, be so strong, so can I!"

Jazz smiled ominously. "Okay, then call me Teacher."

"T-teacher!?" Mark didn't expect such an easygoing reply.

"Well, you'll be working with me for at least a few months, so I'll be able to observe just how shit you are Mark, and we might be able to polish the turd that is your martial prowess. Go rest up, after security detail, you'll spend half your time training and the other half sleeping." He took out weighted pieces, at 10 kilograms each, "oh yeah, wear these."

…

Jazz observed Hercule's training regimen. He observed that while Hercule was strong physically, he was sort of cowardly and had little to no inner discipline. Despite having a crush on Miguel, it seemed like any pretty girl would catch his eyes and make him swoon. He detested meditation sessions, and as soon as he was able to start sensing his ki, an affair that surprisingly only took a week, he immediately. Challenged Jazz in order to assert dominance. In many ways, Jazz found himself disappointed, but at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Hercule's strength. When backed into a corner, the boy was surprisingly resilient, and he was dedicated to the physical aspect of his training, even wearing the weights under his security clothes.

As for the security detail, Jazz and Mark provided for Miguel. Nothing major happened. Mark and Jazz would be seen around her whenever she would go to a venue, at first, it was thought of as silly that only two children would be Miguel's guards, and a flood of stalkers, paparazzi, and haters tried to take advantage of the apparent weakness. Young Mr. Satan was weak by the standards of those with Ki, but he was certainly above human power, especially after that short stint of training and unlocking his ki somewhat.

"Hahaha!" Mark laughed as he returned to his room to shower. Today he had Ben attacked by 15 stalkers out for revenge, he took out all 15, and even when one pulled out a gun, he was able to knock the gun out of the man's hand before he could fire. Seraphina was mad that Jazz somehow let 15 people slip past his perimeter. Her face twisted in shock when an officer came to have him write an affidavit regarding his defeat of 90 men. He smirked when he remembered her expression. "That's my second best teacher for you!" Mark said to himself.

After the first week, he had begun to warm up to Jazz, the second he began to train seriously, Jazz dropped most of the insults. Curious about the change of attitude, Mark questioned the change.

Jazz's reply was: "Well, I only acted like that because I make it a habit to reciprocate treatment if I can help it and circumstances permit." Jazz shrugged, "you stopped insulting me and you are training, so I won't insult your efforts, also, I am a small-time fan of yours, so it was a little disappointing to find out that somehow, Mr. Satan is jealous of, or hates me."

Hercule began to contemplate Jazz further. The boy was a real mystery. Seraphina had him on virtually 24-7 guard detail, he and Hercule often ate at different times except for dinner with her and Miguel, and he would take two 30 minute breaks a day, at about 12 hours apart. Even Hercule was only on duty for 10 hours a day and he felt mentally exhausted. Jazz, however, moved with the same sharpness and energy as on the first day and Seraphina had little she could do to condemn him over. He would train harshly at night before his first break, but after a shower and nap, would look as if he rested for a whole night. As it was, today Jazz had been in an especially good mood. Apparently, tomorrow was a full moon, and he was visiting friends for something.

Seraphina had been annoyed and asked Jazz if he would reconsider, but Jazz stated he's held his end of the bargain by working her draconian hours, so she should keep hers. Hercule ate a small snack and headed to bed, he liked to train early in the morning, and often caught the last dregs of Jazz's training regiment before Miguel and Seraphina woke up. After preliminary training, Jazz instructed Hercule on self-improvement, meditation, and understanding the energy within him and how it worked. Hercule hated those parts of training, he wanted to completely focus on his body, but Jazz said, "unlike me, you have a very well developed body, but, however, you lack knowledge on how to utilize the spirit, and this disharmony makes you stronger than most normal people, but weaker than real martial artists."

Hercule didn't fully understand the reasoning, but he could see the benefits. He was meditating while Jazz trained and stood vigil of Miguel's room when Seraphina approached them.

"So, today you will abandon us to go play with your little friends?"

"Abandon?" Jazz smirked, "Is that something you say to someone who acts as a guard for literally 23 hours a day?"

"Well you obviously are able to handle it, or else you'd have quit by now, wouldn't you?"

"And you and I both know that I can easily get up if something tripped the alarm, besides, Mark is here and I only take my designated breaks when he's on shift." Jazz yawned, "in fact, in a few minutes, I'll be showering, napping, and heading out. Also, you're underpaying us, I was looking at the contract for the previous security guards when you made me clean out Miguel's break room." Jazz shuddered at the memory of day-old cheese puffs and a musty slurry of soda and potato chips lining carpets and walls. "Anyways, I found the old contract, they were making 200,000 Zeni a month, you're giving us 60,000 Zeni."

"Well, you already signed the contracts!"

"We're minors, not legally liable to the clauses of contracts, especially ones as fraudulent as this one. Look, I'm not asking to renegotiate, but would it kill you to be a bit more decent of a person? Like, it's hard slaving away for someone if they're also acting like a total bitch."

"What did you call me?!"

"HEY!" Hercule jumped in between them, "let's chill out here, Ms. Seraphina, may I ask why you wanted to speak to us?"

The woman took in a deep breath, "alright, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was telling you that you will be taking Miguel and Mark with you on this trip."

"Why?" Jazz asked incredulously, "can I not have a break?"

"You don't pay attention do you, that stunt you pulled recently, it's made you a lot of enemies. I'm thinking of having Miguel leave the city for a month, she's built up her fame and prowess, and her first album, Golden Joy, is a hit, it's reached number 3 in sales for the past week and should likely reach number 1 soon. But her critics are getting antsy, and there's a lot of controversy surrounding her and you two."

"So to combat the criticism, you want us to take her out of the city. That sounds like a great idea!" Jazz began sarcastically, "let the people, that everyone thinks are in a relationship, go out secretly and disappear for a month, that sounds safe."

"Shut it, Miguel needs a break, and I can't trust anyone other than you two when it comes to keeping her from being harmed or harassed."

"Oh, you trust us?" Jazz sounded genuinely surprised.

"Just…" Seraphina growled. "Look, your trip, are you going somewhere full of people?"

Jazz pondered for a second, "I think it's a pretty small island with a population of under 500."

"That's pretty small." Seraphina nodded, "that settles it."

"…Do I not have a choice?" Jazz began.

"Are you saying you want to tell my darling niece you hate her?" Seraphina winked, "or rather, do you think the police would like to learn more information about the 'Imaj' situation?"

Jazz smirked, "you're a shrewd bitch, ain'tcha?"

…

Ultimately it was decided that Jazz would take both Miguel and Mark along with him. He didn't really mind, Roshi didn't strike him as the type to be secretive about his training methods if he thought the students were worth teaching. At the moment, he was in the form of a military-style helicopter with a luxury style inside.

"This is really cool! So can you turn into anything?" Miguel asked.

"Well, I have to know about it, and when it comes to items, I have to have intimate knowledge of its design, schematics, and function. This for example I got from an open-source on military vehicles and aircraft, took me about 2 days to fully memorize and understand, and if I had the right materials, I could probably assemble one." Jazz, being the aircraft itself, spoke to them as if he was a pilot on the intercom. "Anyways," he began, "we're almost there. Let's go over the rules."

Mark was the one to speak. "Don't harass anyone, don't talk about what you saw other than the general basics, don't wander too far off, don't eat blowfish, run away from the woman whose hair switches between blonde and blue when her hair turns blue-"

"When her hair turns blonde." Jazz interrupted.

"These are a lot of rules for a short break…" Miguel muttered.

"We'll be gone for a month, and it will be a headache if either of you gets hurt badly."

"You can just use those beans right?" Mark asked.

"Have I shown you any of those beans?

I'm not made out of them or anything." Mark and Miguel felt the helicopter descend "They aren't nearly as prolific as you might think." They landed in the middle of a grassy field. "Welcome, now get off please." They stepped out of the red helicopter, which exploded into a cloud of dust, revealing a slightly fatigued Jazz. "Alright, it's midafternoon so they should be… it should be after their nap." Jazz led Miguel and Hercule through the island.

"Nap?" Miguel asked.

"I have some friends training for the Budokai Tenkaichi." As Jazz said that he got tackled from the side.

Bowling him over was Krillin and Goku.

"Hey, guys!" He groaned, getting up. "How's it been?"

"Krillin and I were able to lift the boulder!" Goku shouted in excitement while Krillin was all smiling.

"Wait WHAT!?" Jazz shouted in disbelief, then excitement. "Holy crap, wouldn't you normally only be able to push it and stuff?"

"Lifted the Boulder?" Miguel asked curiously.

"Must be one of those caveman-style exercises." Hercule nodded, they lift a 40-60 pound rock and did a bunch of exercises. Like overhead presses, walking lunges with twists and deadlifts." He smirked, "I used to do that when I was just working out, but Satan Dojo has a bunch of state-of-the-art equipment!"

"Wow!" Miguel nodded.

"Yup!" Hercule smiled at the two kids, "for their sizes and ages, something like that must be really impressive, it's probably why Teach is so impressed with them!"

"Huh? Teach?" Goku walked over to Hercule. "Who are you?"

Hercule looked at the small child in front of him. He had spiky hair that parted to the sides and what appeared to be a tail attached to his back. 'What a goofy kid, he's got a toy tail?' Hercule smirked, "I'm the world champion, Mr. Satan!"

"World Champion?! Does that mean you've won the Budokai Tenkaichi?!" Goku raised his hands in eagerness.

"Err… well, no," Hercule replied, "I'm boxing, MMA, Muay Thai, and WWE champion! I'm actually going to join the Budokai Tenkaichi in two months!"

"Really? You too?" Krillin asked, "What dojo are you from?"

Hercule laughed, "the Satan Dojo of course!"

Goku simply scratched his head in confusion, "never heard of it." He turned to Krillin.

"Nope." Krillin shook his head.

"Well, it's really famous unless you grew up under a rock!"

Goku raised his hand, "I grew up on a mountain! Does that work?"

Hercule shook his head. "Well, I guess I'm expecting too much from some country bumpkins. But I'm…" Hercule continued to talk about his great accolades, but at this point, Goku turned his attention to Miguel.

"Hi! I'm Goku!"

"Nice to meet you Goku, I guess you are Jazz's friend?"

"Yup! And…" he narrowed his eyes and peered at Miguel, who looked away. "Um… you're a girl, right?"

Miguel blinked in surprise, "umm, yes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hercule began grumbling.

"Sorry…" Krillin was embarrassed, "Goku has trouble telling boys and girls apart."

"Girls have longer hair!" Goku announced. "And no balls!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" Mark yelled.

"It's…it's fine Mark…" Miguel looked flustered, "it's nice when someone acts casually when around me, even if it's a little… too casual?" She laughed, "I mean, I'm still just the daughter of a farmer, so I'm not that special."

"YES, YOU ARE!" Mark shouted, flustered, "you're an amazing singer and an amazing person!"

"Thanks…" Miguel turned beet-red, at the same time, Jazz noticed Hercule's cheeks beginning to flush red as the latter realized what he said. He rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Alright, lovebirds," he began, "I'm going to join Goku and Krillin, you're welcome to come along, or." He smiled, "should I get you a capsule house?"

"Don't joke like that!" Hercule growled. "Anyways, you guys said you were going to lift boulders or something? Let's just see those stupid rocks!"

…

"Stupid rocks, right Hercule?" Jazz looked at Hercule's agape expression. Goku and Krillin had brought them over to a vaguely-dome-shaped rock. It was almost 25 feet tall and almost 29 feet wide. Hercule had scoffed at the boys' bravado until Krillin tipped the rock over with a squat lift, and Goku even was able to lift the entire rock up a few inches. "That must be… at least a few dozen tons."

Jazz did the internal calculation, given the boulder's height and length, and assuming from the color that it was mostly sandstone and granite, he estimated its weight at about. "Wait… no way… it's at least 200 tons!?"

Hercule choked in disbelief. "T-t-two hundred?!"

Goku set down the boulder. Jazz couldn't help but admire its size, it was a veritable miniature mountain. And the way the ground shook as it collided with the earth denoted just how insanely heavy it was.

"These guys are insane…" Hercule muttered. He was told by others that he was ridiculously strong, but they were insane.

Jazz turned to look at Goku, "that's amazing! I'd think you'd be able to push it at the least, but wow!"

Goku grinned. "We started training like crazy! Roshi even took on two more disciples, girls, and one of them's even stronger than Krillin!"

Jazz turned to look at Krillin, who grinned cheekily. "You might as well come over and see."

Jazz was pleasantly surprised to see Chi-Chi, she had, from what he could tell, had surpassed her father, and was now training with Master Roshi. The Old Man thankfully seemed not to hit on her, but it seemed like every time she waived or moved, he'd subconsciously reach for his head as if to protect it. The other girl, however, really surprised him.

"PaoPao?"

The black-haired girl turned to look at Jazz and gave him a slight nod. In the months since he'd seen her, she had grown out her hair which was tightly bound into neat long buns. She glistened with sweat and seemed to have bracers and ankle weights made of gold alongside a solid black turtle shell. "You've grown taller…"

...

Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 15 (and 10 months), physical appearance: 15-16

Hair color: Red

Skin color: white

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish descent), Quarter Asian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 9inches | 175 centimeters (69 inches, nice)

Weight: 157 lbs | 71 kilograms (the namekians granted him a pair of 10, 15, and 20 kilogram wrist and ankle weights. (3 sets of weighted clothing in total, 4 parts each, 22 pounds, 33 pounds, and 44 pounds respectively, currently using 15 kg (33 lbs) weights.

Skills: Decent Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age, intermediate martial arts skills, average ki control, good pain tolerance, trap building, intermediate weapons mastery, basic boxing, basic mma, street fighting skills

Powers: Magic Materialization (Fire) (Intermediate Understanding)

General magic: Rudimentary Understanding

Max Power/ Pump Up,

Shapeshifting, Mastered Skill level (indefinite)

Noble Werewolf (dormant)

Powerlevel: 54, will raise to 81 temporarily when using Pump Up/Max Power

…

Afterword

…

Kinda tired lol. Um… let's see… Goku and Krillin got stronger than in the original… Otherwise, hmm… Nothing really. I'd peg them at around 140-150, definitely stronger than most of the competition, though at the moment the same training will give them minimal benefits, so by the time the tournament begins, I'd say they'd maybe reach 160ish. Both were shown to be physically stronger than Roshi(pushing the massive rock), but he had the advantage of skill. Though Roshi barely beat Goku first time around. It remains to be seen how this first tournament will end up. Oooh! But yes, also, bringing back Chi-Chi, she never got to tell Goku her feelings in this version, so once she surpassed her father, he took her to Roshi, and she's been training for the entire month under Roshi's tutelage, attempting to find the best time to approach Goku.