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"Hello" - normal talking

'Hello' - thoughts

Three years Later

A plane steadily soared through the sky, excitement buzzed among the passengers on the plane as they were near their destination. In the first class, Bulma, Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, Launch, Oolong, and Puar were all on their way to the World Martial Arts Tournament on Papaya Island. For Krillin and Yamcha, it was a chance to prove themselves once again, but this time, things felt different. These past years have brought change to all of them, both in skill and in spirit.

"Attention passengers, we have encountered some mild turbulence...For those who are drinking coffee or applying makeup, we do apologize. We will shortly be landing at Durian Airport on Papaya Island," The voice of the flight attendant crackled over speakers, but it barely fazed the group, who were too engrossed in their conversation about the upcoming battles.

Yamcha's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he leaned back in his seat. "The tournament is finally here! This is going to be amazing." His cocky grin only widened as he glanced over at Krillin. Despite the years, He may have grown into a fine martial artist, other than that he hasn't changed so much.

Beside him, Puar smiled widely "It sure is. You're going to win for sure this time, Yamcha."

"Not with me around," Krillin said from behind, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. The past few years had transformed him too, turning the once shorty kid into a well-muscled five-foot-tall martial artist. The blue suit he wore suited him perfectly. "You'll win if I let you win."

Yamcha chuckled. "We'll see about that. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Don't think I've been slacking off these last few years."

Krillin leaned forward, smirking. "I haven't been sitting around these past years either. I'll show you just how strong I have become."

Blue-haired Launch chimed in, her voice innocent and playful as always. "You boys are forgetting about ChiChi. I've seen how hard she's been training. She will win for sure this time."

That brought a smile to Bulma's face. These last three years had been kind to her, as she now obtained a killer body like her mother. She now stood at 5'7 and had an hourglass figure with all the right curves that hugged the clothes she wore. Her tits have gotten bigger to E cups and her phat ass has become larger like her mother.

She wore a purple tube top that left her shoulders and most of her cleavage exposed, purple booty shorts that hugged her doughy fat bubble butt, and pink shoes with purple socks. And a white mini jacket to complete her look. She also changed her hairstyle into a puffy curly afro hairstyle, like her mother. [Her afro hairstyle from in Android Saga]

"ChiChi's have become strong, no doubt. But you three seem to be forgetting someone important. 'Naruto'. He's gotten much stronger than any of us can imagine." Her eyes filled with pride for her boyfriend.

Oolong nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, my money's on Naruto! No one can beat him."

Master Roshi, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, sat back, lost in thought. His son, Naruto, had been away for the last three years, training intensively with Kami. Roshi hadn't seen him since, but he knew that whatever Naruto had been working on with Kami, it had to be something very complicated technique.

Launch smiled at them all, "Whoever wins, as long as you all come back safe, that's all that matters." Yamcha, Krillin, and even Bulma nodded. For all the competition, for all the excitement of the tournament, all that mattered was having fun.

Meanwhile, Roshi's wandering hand had found its way to the bubbly ass of the flight attendant passing by his seat "Hey there beauty, how about we go somewhere more private?" The poor flight attendant gasped, her face turning red with shock before she slammed a serving tray onto Roshi's face.

"Roshi, please!" Launch sighed, pulling the tray from his face, barely suppressing her own giggle. She'd grown used to his perverted antics by now, though they were no less embarrassing.

"Yeah, Master Roshi," Krillin added, almost hiding in his seat. "Don't get us kicked off the plane, like last time."

Bulma buried her face in her magazine, muttering under her breath. 'Just pretend you don't know him, Bulma. Pretend you don't know him…' Eventually, the plane began its descent, and the excitement among the group returned, as did a few fond memories.

…

The gang stood before the tournament gate, the air buzzed with excitement. Krillin looked around, a smile forming on his face as memories from years ago resurfaced. "This brings back memories! It's like I never left, right Yamcha?" Even though the tournament was usually held in different cities each time, wherever it is being held the environment always felt the same.

Yamcha nodded, taking in the familiar surroundings. "Yeah, five years since we last came here... but it feels like yesterday." His gaze sharpened. 'The day has finally come again! I've trained so hard. This time, I'll show everyone how strong I've become and win this tournament.' He wasn't aware that Krillin was thinking the exact same thing, his eyes filled with similar determination.

Master Roshi wandered over to the registration desk and glanced through the list of competitors. "Say, has someone named Naruto registered yet?"

"The boy who almost won last time?" the registration attendant responded, flipping through the pages. "No, it looks like he hasn't registered yet."

Roshi frowned slightly. "Hmm, still not here. And I don't see ChiChi or Tien's names either. What could they be doing?" He returned to the group and shared about their friend's absence with others.

Bulma's worry started to show in her expression. "Don't tell me Naruto forgot about the tournament."

Krillin's face turned pale at the thought. "If they don't hurry, they'll miss registration! The clock's ticking!"

"Calm down, everyone," Launch said, her voice calm and reassuring. "They're always like this, cutting it close. They won't miss it."

"Yeah," Bulma added with a smile. "Naruto and ChiChi wouldn't miss this for the world. They've been looking forward to it for years." Still, despite her words, her mind wandered back "I haven't seen them since the last two years. I haven't seen him in so long…"

Yamcha looked over at Bulma. "Wait, what do you mean you haven't seen them? I thought they lived with you."

Bulma shook her head. "Not for a while. Naruto and ChiChi moved to Kami's lookout, and have been training there for almost two years. They didn't want any distraction. Naruto's been working on some secret technique, other than that I haven't heard from him and ChiChi in ages."

"I wonder what he looks like now, and ChiChi," Krillin mused. "It's been too long."

Launch, standing beside the group, crossed her arms and smiled softly. "It's funny how time flies." Looking at them felt like everyone was growing up around her too fast.

Krillin turned to the entrance. "I just hope they get here soon." His prayer was quickly answered when three blurs zipped past him. Krillin blinked in surprise as he turned to see Tien, Chiaotzu, and ChiChi finishing their registration. His face lit up with recognition. "Hey! It's ChiChi, Tien, and Chiaotzu!" he shouted.

"Hey, everyone," Tien greeted with a grin, and Chiaotzu waved. Over the years, they hadn't changed much physically, but their auras were different. Their training had honed not just their bodies but their minds too.

ChiChi stood before them confident as ever. These last three years have also been kind to her as she now obtained a sexy voluptuous figure like Bulma just more athletic. She stood at 5'8 and had an hourglass figure with all the right curves. Her tits have gotten bigger to E cups and her ass has become larger and firm.

She wore a body-hugging blue mini qipao with two high slits partway up the sides showing her two beautiful creamy legs and thick thighs along with her wide hips. Her phat doughy ass was barely covered by the hem of her dress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hair was done in a bun and braided, held together by a sharp golden hair stick.

"ChiChi!" Bulma cried, rushing over to her and wrapping her in a tight hug. ChiChi returned it warmly. "You look amazing, ChiChi!" Bulma said, eyeing her friend's toned sexy figure, feeling amazement and lust for her fellow harem member.

ChiChi chuckled softly. "Thanks, Bulma. But you look just as amazing yourself! I love that hairstyle on you. You now look just like your mom!"

Bulma grinned. "You think? I was going for something else but this suits me better, and well... Naruto likes this hairstyle, especially my mom's hair~." The way she spoke, and her tone told ChiChi the hidden meaning behind it.

From the sidelines, Yamcha and Roshi both stood frozen, staring in awe at the two women, their giant soft melons pressed and mashed together, hugging each other out. "I'm at a loss for words. Not just Bulma but ChiChi too, both of them become even more sexier," Yamcha muttered to Roshi, who was nodding with a wide, perverted grin. "Naruto, you lucky bastard!"

The women continued chatting among themselves, leaving the men to their perverted thoughts. Launch joined them, and soon they were laughing and catching up as if no time had passed.

"So, ChiChi," Bulma asked with curiosity, "Where's Naruto? I thought you two would have come together."

ChiChi raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Wait, he's not here yet? I thought he'd be here with you all."

Bulma shook her head. "No, we haven't seen him. I thought you'd both come from Kami's Lookout."

ChiChi sighed, her brow furrowing. "I did train at Kami's Lookout for two years together, but after I finished my training, I've been traveling and training on my own and traveling around the world for the past year. Tien and Chiaotzu joined me on my way here."

Launch chimed in. "Is there any way to contact Naruto? Maybe he's just running late."

Bulma crossed her arms, her concern deepening. "Unfortunately, no. His phone stopped working two years ago, and when I went to Kami's Lookout last year, Popo told me that Naruto and Kami went off somewhere else to train or develop some kind of technique. I have no idea where they are."

ChiChi let out a light laugh. "He probably broke his phone again. That's the fifth one, if I remember correctly."

"Remember all the phones he broke?" Launch giggled at the memory "He just can't handle any delicate device."

Both Launch and Bulma laughed along with her, the tension easing. "You're right," Bulma said with a grin. "I guess I'm worrying over nothing. This is our Naruto we're talking about, what could possibly happen to him?"

Behind them, Krillin couldn't help but overhear their conversation and went to his master " Psst… Master Roshi, What kind of technique is she talking about?" Both Tien and Yamcha too became curious and enhanced their hearing using Ki.

"Hmm, It's hard to tell, " Roshi said with a serious tone as the atmosphere became cold around them.

Krillin gulped "Come on Master, say it already." He didn't want any surprises in the tournament that could decrease his chance of winning.

"The funny thing is I don't know anything about it," Roshi said uncaringly, making his student and others face fault around him.

Launch bumped his head with her fist "Stop it Roshi, just tell us."

Roshi rubbed his sore head "I'm really telling the truth. That boy didn't tell me anything about it. He just said and I quote 'If I Am able to develop this technique, it would increase my power ten times, maybe even more.' that's all."

"Really! It must be a very complicated technique that's taking Naruto years to develop." ChiChi said excitedly. "Now I'm really curious how strong Naruto has become." Everyone chuckled listening to the hyped girl. Well not Everyone was chuckling.

Suddenly a large spick of power caught ChiChi's senses "I feel an immense amount of power," ChiChi said, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated, sensing a strong surge of Ki approaching them rapidly. "It's heading right towards us… Wait, it's Naruto!"

Everyone turned their gaze to the sky. In the distance, a figure was hurtling toward them at incredible speed. Within moments, Naruto gracefully landed before them, and the sheer presence he gave off took everyone's breath away.

Over the years, Naruto has undergone a dramatic transformation. Towering at 6'2", his body had filled out with chiseled muscles, making him look more imposing and powerful than ever. His signature reddish-brown spiky hair with two bangs sticking down in a downward V remained the same. Saiyans, after all, were born with permanent hairstyles.

He wore a black gi over an orange undershirt, with a blue obi tied neatly around his waist and white fingerless gloves and shoes. His long Saiyan tail was neatly wrapped around his blue obi. His eyes were sharp, deep black. The sight of him left all the women blushing. [ Adult Vegito form.]

"Hey, guys. Miss me?" Naruto greeted with a grin, his deep voice, sending chills through all the women. ChiChi and Bulma felt their knees weaken as a blush crept up their cheeks, completely entranced by the change in his voice and aura.

Without hesitation, Naruto opened his arms wide, and both ChiChi and Bulma eagerly ran into them. He gave each of them a deep, passionate kiss, leaving both women breathless as they melted in his embrace.

Master Roshi chuckled, his eyes wide with awe. "Naruto, my boy, you've grown so much in just these past few years. It's almost unbelievable!"

Krillin, equally shocked, nodded in agreement. "Yeah! It's great to see you again, Naruto, but seriously, what happened to you? You've grown like crazy! It's like a growth spurt hit you like a freaking train."

Naruto laughed, a little goofily. "Well, apparently Saiyans undergo one final growth spurt between the ages of 20 and 30. Saiyan bodies hit their final stage of physical maturity." He shrugged, but his grin made it clear he was proud of the change.

'Man, I wish I had that kind of ability,' Krillin thought to himself, feeling a pang of envy.

"How astonishing!" Chiaotzu exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

ChiChi, who hadn't stopped staring and admiring Naruto's Greek god-like body, ran her hand over his rock-hard muscular chest, her fingers tracing the defined muscles. "We don't mind these changes at all, Naruto," she said, her voice laced with desire.

Bulma agreed, and rubbed his muscular arm, her eyes filled with lust and hunger. "Yeah, in fact, we love these changes. You look more mature, more… manly." She gave him a knowing smile. "But what took you so long? You could've missed the tournament."

Naruto opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, an announcement echoed through the grounds. "All fighters wishing to participate in the tournament, please register as soon as possible! The registration will close soon!"

"Oops, I better hurry or I really will miss it," Naruto said, chuckling. With that, he sprinted off to the registration desk, signing his name, as well as someone else's, on the list.

As he walked back, Tien spoke up, his voice serious. "Did you feel that, everyone? Naruto's power, it's grown tremendously since we last saw him. Whatever training he went through must have been beyond anything we've experienced."

Yamcha, who had been silently observing, started sweating a little. "Yeah… now I'm not so sure about my chances of winning this thing."

Launch, standing beside Master Roshi, couldn't take her eyes off Naruto. "I can't believe it. He has grown into such a… handsome man," she murmured, her voice tinged with both surprise and desire. She knew her other personality often had fuck marathone with Naruto before, and now, seeing him like this, she couldn't deny the desire she felt too. Just looking at him made her knees feel weak.

Naruto overheard part of the conversation and, ever the optimist, flashed them all a bright grin. "Come on, guys, cheer up! I'm not the only one who's gotten stronger. I can feel all of you have pushed your limits too. We're all in for a good fight tomorrow!" He then wrapped his arms around ChiChi and Bulma, pulling them close. "But for now, what do you say we grab some food?, a little party, It's on me."

"Party?" Krillin asked, a bit confused by the sudden suggestion.

Naruto grinned wider. "Yep! Tomorrow is the start of some exhausting battles. So tonight, let's celebrate our reunion with a feast! Eat as much as you want, it's my treat."

Bulma laughed gently beside the Saiyan. "You know, he's right. We all reunited after so long! What do you guys say?"

ChiChi nodded enthusiastically, grabbed her boyfriend's arm, and held it against her soft breasts. "Yeah, let's do it!"

"Yay!" The group cheered.

"Great!"

"I'm going to eat a ton!"

"I'll eat until I die!" Krillin exclaimed, his face lighting up at the thought of free food.

Naruto laughed heartily, his excitement infectious. "That's the spirit! Let's go!" And with that, the group headed off to a nearby restaurant. The poor restaurant staff, for hours, served the group like slaves. Though they did get a hefty tip from Naruto, more money they could earn in three months.

…..

After the celebrations, the group made their way to the hotel. Bulma had already made the arrangements, booking nothing less than the finest suites the hotel could offer. Each of them retired to their rooms, Roshi was paired with Launch, and the others were given their own rooms. As for Naruto, he shared his with ChiChi and Bulma.

In the spacious, luxurious room, ChiChi and Bulma had set a seductive trap. They lounged on the bed, each dressed in matching kitten-pink babydolls, with G-string panties completing the sultry look. Their intentions were clear, they wanted to catch Naruto off guard.

But the table was quickly turned around on them. When Naruto stepped out of the shower, water still glistening on his half-naked form, he wore a pair of boxers. His muscular physique was on full display, each curve and ripple of muscle drawing the eyes of the two voluptuous women. Their gazes locked onto his chest muscles, stoned carved abs, broad shoulders, and, most of all his big cock. His cock size was clearly visible, and he wasn't even hard.

"Sexy!" Bulma whispered, biting her lips, her eyes glued to Naruto's covered cock. She was fighting every urge in her body to jump on him, yank down those boxers, and get a taste of him right then and there. She was certain his cock had grown even larger since the last time she'd seen it. But despite her desire, she held herself back. After all, ChiChi was here too, and she had been clear that she wanted to stay a virgin until her wedding with Naruto. Bulma respected that, even if her own restraint was hanging by a thread.

ChiChi, on the other hand, was in an internal battle of her own. Her eyes traveled over Naruto's rock-hard abs, and all she could think about was the stories she'd heard from Bulma, Panchy, and Launch about Naruto's prowess in bed. Now that she had become a fully grown woman with needs, every fiber of her being was screaming at her to bend over, and beg Naruto to get her pregnant, right here right now. But she had a tournament to fight in and didn't want to fight with her legs feeling like jelly. Still, she cursed her luck, her boyfriend had grown from a hunky boy to a hunky manly man, and it was getting harder and harder to resist him.

Naruto, noticing their heated hungry gazes and drooling faces, smirked. "You two should really see your faces. You two look funny right now," he joked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on them.

Bulma quickly wiped the drool from her lips and shot him a playful glare. "Shut up, Naruto! It's your fault for being so damn handsome in the first place!"

ChiChi nodded, still staring at his abs. "Yeah! Now we have to keep all the hussies away from you all the time," she added. The two women exchanged glances, both knowing they had to guard their Saiyan from the inevitable swarm of bimbos. They may be sharing Naruto with each other, but that doesn't mean any woman can enter their harem life.

Naruto pouted, giving them a look of innocence. "Hey now, you're making me sound like the bad guy here. I don't go after every girl who looks my way, you know." he smiled at them with innocent affection. "Besides, I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I've got the two hottest girls in my arms." Including the blond Milf Panchy and occasionally Blond-Launch.

Both Bulma and ChiChi blushed at his words, their cheeks heating up as their hearts raced. Despite his teasing, Naruto's words never failed to make them feel special.

"Shut up and get over here, you idiot," Bulma huffed, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Naruto didn't need any more encouragement. He slid onto the bed between the two women, and they wasted no time snuggling up to him. ChiChi pressed herself against his right side, while Bulma claimed his left. Both of them wrapped their arms around him, resting their heads on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

Naruto let out a pleased sigh. "Ahh, this is heaven," he murmured as ChiChi and Bulma nestled into him, their soft bodies pressed against his, their large pillowy melons pushing into his arms. Everything felt right.

ChiChi spoke, her voice curious. "So, Naruto... how was your training? You know after I left Kami's place?" She was hoping to learn something that might give her an edge in the upcoming tournament.

Bulma's curiosity was also piqued, and she shifted slightly, looking up at him. "Yeah, what did you do for that entire year after ChiChi left?"

Naruto exhaled, his expression turning serious. "What I'm about to tell you both... it can't leave this room." His tone was calm, which made Bulma and ChiChi even more curious.

"After you left Kami's lookout, I trained for a little bit," Naruto said to ChiChi, "but by then, I had already learned most of what Kami could teach me. So, I turned my focus on something else, something that had been on my mind for years."

ChiChi frowned. "Years? But it's only been a year since I left the lookout. When I was there I didn't see you working on anything new."

Naruto smiled softly, shaking his head. "You Know I have been trying to conquer my inner self like Kami?" ChiChi nodded "It's related to that. It would have given me access to my Oozaru form without transforming into one."

"Really!?" Both women gasped, they knew exactly how strong Naruto became when he transformed into one.

"Yeah. But it's easier said than done." The Siayam then explained that his inner self was his Oozaru form. It was a beast ten times stronger than him and knew his every move. So it became impossible for Naruto to defeat his own inner self. So He proposed an alternative to Kami. They went to work on that, even spent an extra year on it. "OH! By the way, did I tell you girls that I am 21 now?"

Both women looked at him in confusion. Bulma raised an eyebrow. "How is that possible? Are you pulling our legs right now?"

Naruto chuckled and leaned his head back against the headboard. "There's a secret chamber on Kami's lookout, a place called the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, or the Room of Spirit and Time. One year inside that chamber is equal to just one day outside."

ChiChi's eyes widened. "Wait, so you spent a whole year there? Training? And you didn't tell me?"

Naruto turned to her, his expression softening. "Sorry, babe. Kami thought you weren't ready for that kind of place, and I didn't really train there. Even I was not permitted to go out of the safe zone. I thought maybe if I have extra time before the tournament begins, I will be able to come up with something."

Bulma's scientific mind was already racing. "A separate dimension where time works differently? I've got to see this for myself sometime!" she said excitedly.

Naruto chuckled again before his face turned serious once more. "During that year in the Chamber, I worked on making... a technique, based on an ancient legend of my race."

ChiChi's curiosity spiked. "An ancient legend?"

Naruto sighed, closing his eyes as he recalled the trials he had endured. "It's connected to a legend about the Legendary Super Saiyan. Not the regular transformation you know about, but something far more powerful."

"Legendary?" Bulma echoed, her brow furrowing. "Is this not about the Super Saiyan you told us about before?"

Naruto shook his head. "No, this is different. Regular Saiyans can turn into Super Saiyans when they push themselves beyond their limits, but the Legendary Super Saiyans... They were born with a unique ability. They could harness the power of the Oozaru without transforming into one."

Both women blinked, taken aback. "Born with the power to harness the Oozaru's power... without transforming?" Bulma repeated, her voice filled with awe.

Naruto nodded. "When a regular Saiyan turns into an Oozaru, they get a massive boost in strength, along with an almost endless supply of Ki. But there's a downside. Staying in that form for too long makes the Saiyan unstable. Eventually, if they stay in it for too long, they can self-destruct because the power becomes uncontrollable."

ChiChi's hand tightened around Naruto's arm. "But you... you can stay in that form, right?"

Naruto smiled "Not for long. The more I stay in Oozaru form, the wilder I become. Even the strongest Saiyans in history could only maintain it for short periods. But the Legendary Super Saiyan could harness that power without transforming, and they didn't face any of the side effects. They became even more dangerous because they could access that strength at any time."

Bulma's mind was reeling. "And you... you spent years trying to replicate that ability, didn't you?"

Naruto sighed again, nodding slowly. "I tried. Kami and I worked together for a year, and then I spent another year in the chamber trying to master it. But something was missing. Every time I thought I had it, I couldn't control the power."

ChiChi felt sad for him. Naruto had worked so hard, and still, he hadn't succeeded. But a part of her couldn't help but feel relieved. If Naruto had unlocked that kind of power, how could anyone, even her, hope to stand a chance against him? It was not like she didn't want him to get stronger but as his opponent in the tournament, it was something of good news for her.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Naruto," Bulma said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "You'll figure it out. You always do."

ChiChi nodded in agreement. "And when you do, we'll be right there beside you, helping in any way we can."

Naruto smiled, feeling a surge of warmth from their support. He kissed both of their foreheads. "Thanks, you two. I'm lucky to have you both."

The atmosphere lightened as they all sank back into the comforting embrace of each other, Naruto leaned back against the headboard, pulling both Bulma and ChiChi closer, eager to hear what they had been up to. "Enough about me. What about you two? What have you done these past two years?" he asked.

Bulma was the first to respond. "Oh, not much, just the usual, inventing new tech, working on machinery, and helping mom with Capsule Corp. But I did do some training, you know, and I'm pretty sure I'm strong enough to take down Yamcha now," she said with a smirk.

ChiChi raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Wait, really? Now that you mention it, I can feel more ki from you. It's stronger than Yamcha's for sure. But how did you get that strong so fast? It took Yamcha years to build that kind of strength!"

Bulma grinned, glancing sideways at Naruto. "I went to Master Roshi and asked him to train me."

ChiChi's eyes widened. "Master Roshi? He doesn't just take anyone as a student!" she said, forgetting that she herself had bribed the old man with porn magazines to get accepted as his student.

Before Bulma could respond, Naruto cut in, laughing. "Oh come on, ChiChi, this is my Dad we're talking about! He's a legendary pervert. I'm sure Bulma just had to flash her big boobs and jiggle them a bit, and he agreed instantly. Right, Bulma?" His teasing tone was filled with affection.

Bulma giggled like a mischievous slutty schoolgirl, "Hehehe, maybe I did…" she confessed playfully.

"You little minx," Naruto growled, giving her a rough squeeze on her bubble butt. Bulma moaned from the rough treatment of her doughy cheeks.

ChiChi, watching their playful banter, felt a bit conflicted. Unsure how to feel, she hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Naruto… aren't you angry with Bulma?" she asked.

"Hmm? Why would I be?" Naruto replied, looking genuinely confused.

"But she just said what she did with Master Roshi," ChiChi continued, still sounding confused. "Doesn't that bother you? Aren't you upset at all?"

Naruto chuckled softly before turning to face her. "ChiChi, let me explain something about Saiyan culture. In my race, things like open relationships, open marriages, and even incest are considered normal," he said gently. "It doesn't matter who you have sexual relations with, as long as you don't carry another man's child if you already have a mate. The same goes for males, as long as we don't impregnate anyone outside of our mate, it's perfectly acceptable."

"Wait, really?!" ChiChi's eyes widened in disbelief, her face a mix of shock and curiosity.

Naruto nodded. "Yep. For the Saiyans, sex was seen as a bonding ritual, a way to strengthen ties. It was common for friends to swap partners or for family members to be involved with one another. In fact," he added with a smile, "my grandparents were mother and son."

ChiChi blinked, processing what she'd just heard. Then, much to Naruto and Bulma's surprise, she sighed with visible relief. "Oh, thank goodness," she said, her voice softer now.

"Huh?" Naruto and Bulma asked in unison, completely thrown off by her response.

ChiChi hesitated for a moment before finally revealing her own secret. "My family… the OX Clan, well… we partake in incest too," she confessed, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

Now it was Naruto's turn to be surprised. "Really? I didn't expect that," he admitted, while Bulma, her curiosity piqued, leaned in closer.

"Yeah, I was always so afraid to tell you guys because… I thought you'd be disgusted," ChiChi continued, her voice laced with guilt. "I didn't want to lose you both, so I kept it hidden. I'm sorry, Naruto."

Naruto's face softened. He pulled her closer, brushing a kiss against her lips, which she eagerly returned. After the kiss, he smiled warmly at her. "ChiChi, you never have to feel sorry about something like that. I love you, no matter what. And honestly, it's not something that would ever bother me or Bulma."

Bulma nodded in agreement. "ChiChi, my family is pretty open-minded too. My family from my mother's side is very wild," she said, with a wink that made ChiChi blush. "And you know about me and my mother. Didn't I tell you that time?"

"I know, but I wasn't ready yet."

Bulma laughed "We all have our own little secrets. Even if you didn't say anything about it, does it really matter?"

Naruto wrapped an arm around each of his girlfriends, squeezing them both closer to him. "See, ChiChi? You don't have to hide anything from us. We're all in this together."

ChiChi smiled, feeling more at ease than she had in a long time. "Thank you," she whispered, her heart full of love and relief.

Naruto grinned. "Alright, how about you tell us about that adventure you had while traveling the world, ChiChi? I'm dying to hear it."

ChiChi's eyes lit up, excitement bubbling inside her. "Oh, you won't believe the crazy stuff I went through! It was like something out of a storybook! Have either of you ever met demons?"

Both Naruto and Bulma shook their heads. "Demons? No way!" Naruto said, leaning in with interest.

"Then buckle up, because I've got one heck of a story to tell you both," ChiChi said with a grin. "It all started when I visited this little village called…" And with that, she launched into her tale, while Naruto and Bulma listened eagerly. The world may be small but it has adventure in every corner.

…

The sun rose over the arena, bathing the grounds of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament in a golden light. Fighters from all over the world had gathered, each eager to prove themselves and claim the title of the strongest. The buzz of excitement filled the air as the crowd, along with the fighters, awaited the start of the event.

"Attention, all participants!" a staff member's voice boomed over the loudspeakers. "The preliminary round will take place shortly. Please assemble in the competition hall where the preliminaries are held."

Naruto stretched lazily, looking over at ChiChi, Krillin, and the others. "Well, that's our cue. We should hurry, or we might get disqualified," he said with a playful grin.

Bulma stepped forward, grabbed Naruto by the collar, and pulled him into a passionate sloppy kiss, after a while she broke it with a mischievous smile. "Good luck," she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

Then, without hesitation, she turned to ChiChi, who smiled warmly at her. Bulma kissed her just as passionately, and ChiChi returned it without any hesitation, her fingers lightly brushing against Bulma's arm as they pulled apart.

Krillin's cheeks flushed bright red. "Wow, that was… Hot," he muttered, his eyes glued to the scene. Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck, his own face turning pink, while Oolong just blinked, wide-eyed.

As they all started walking toward the competition hall, Chiaotzu suddenly frowned in confusion. "Wait, Naruto, ChiChi, Krillin… you're not wearing the Turtle School's uniform!" he pointed out, eyes darting to the others' outfits.

Before any of them could reply, Master Roshi, standing off to the side, chuckled knowingly. "What for?" Roshi asked with a wave of his hand. "Each of you has been doing exceedingly well on your own path! You don't need to wear the uniform of the Turtle Hermit style to represent it, you know."

Naruto smiled, patting the spot on his gi where the Turtle School kanji was proudly embroidered above his heart. "Chiaotzu, we don't need the whole uniform. As long as we carry the turtle kanji on our clothes, that's enough to show where we came from," he explained, gesturing to ChiChi and Krillin, who had the same symbol in different places on their outfits.

ChiChi, wearing a white mini skimpy combat qipao, had the turtle symbol stitched onto her right shoulder, while Krillin displayed it proudly on the back of his gi. Chiaotzu nodded in understanding.

Roshi beamed at his students and his son. "Now go out there and give it your best, all of you!" he said with a fatherly warmth.

"Yes, Master!" They all cheered in unison, their voices full of energy and excitement as they headed into the competition hall to face their challengers.

As they disappeared into the crowd of fighters, Launch sidled up to Roshi, her arms crossed under her large chest. "So, Roshi," she asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity, "Who's going to win this time?"

Without missing a beat, Bulma proudly declared, "Naruto, of course." Her confidence in her lover was unwavering, her voice filled with pride.

Puar wasn't having any of it. "Yamcha will win for sure!" the little cat-like creature insisted, puffing up in defense of his friend.

Roshi, however, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "It's tough to say," he admitted. "On the one hand, Naruto's been suppressing a huge amount of power. He's grown immensely since he started training. But don't count ChiChi and Krillin out. They've both made incredible progress too."

"Huh," Oolong chimed in, glancing at the old master. "And what about Yamcha?"

Roshi sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Yamcha's definitely improved. He's stronger and more skilled than he used to be. But compared to Naruto, ChiChi, and Krillin… well, let's just say he's still far away from their level."

Oolong snorted. "So, you're saying he's slacking off?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Something like that. Yamcha's a show-off," she said, her tone laced with mild annoyance.

Puar leaped to her friend's defense, "Yamcha's not like that! You'll all see when he wins this tournament!" Puar said confidently.

Bulma smirked, crossing her arms. "Dream on, cat."

"I'm not a cat!" Puar shot back, tail swishing irritably. "And just you wait, Yamcha's going to surprise you all!"

…

Inside the competition hall, the energy was electric. Naruto scanned the room, taking in the sight of dozens of fighters, some familiar, many new. They were all skilled, that much was obvious by their controlled movements and disciplined postures, but none of them posed a real threat to him or his friends. In terms of raw power, they didn't even come close.

ChiChi and Krillin were stretching nearby, limbering up for the tournament ahead. Across the hall, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha stood off to the side, quietly sizing up their potential opponents.

Suddenly, Naruto felt something, someone was watching him. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the hall, and then he saw him. The moment their gazes locked, Naruto smirked. The person began leaking a bit of his power, almost as if challenging Naruto. Without hesitation, Naruto responded in kind, letting his power flare ever so slightly. It was enough to draw his friends' attention.

ChiChi immediately recognized who it was, "Piccolo!"

Standing across from them, in all his tall glory, was none other than Piccolo Jr., now fully grown into adulthood. The towering Namekian stood at an intimidating 7'2", his muscular frame casting a shadow over the other competitors. While greatly resembling his father, he was noticeably shorter and somewhat muscular.

He also had a more solid facial structure with less pronounced cheekbones, a rounder chin, and a straight nose. He wore a dark purplish-blue gi, pointy orange shoes, and a sky-blue obi. His white turban and cape made him stand out in the crowd. Due to the residual power left by his 'Father,' he had rapidly matured both physically and mentally.

Krillin, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu stared in confusion, having never seen a green-skinned man before. Tien, on the other hand, could sense the power rolling off Piccolo in waves and felt a bead of sweat run down his temple. "That power… it's huge," Tien muttered under his breath.

"Hey, Naruto, do you know that green guy?" Krillin asked nervously as Piccolo strode towards them with purpose.

Naruto, grinning confidently, placed a hand on Piccolo's shoulder. "Guys, this is Piccolo," he introduced him casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Pi-Pi-Piccolo…?!" Krillin stammered, stepping back in shock. His face turned pale as he processed the name. "You don't mean that King Piccolo, do you?!"

"But that's impossible!" Tien exclaimed. "King Piccolo was defeated centuries ago. How could he still be alive?"

Before Naruto could explain, Piccolo himself intervened, "Allow me to clarify, Naruto," he said, "My name is Piccolo Jr. I am the son of King Piccolo."

Tien's eyes widened. "The son of King Piccolo?" His voice was full of concern, and Krillin and Yamcha exchanged worried glances.

"Yes," Piccolo replied, his gaze steady. "But don't worry. Despite my heritage, I was raised by the Guardian of Earth, and I do not follow the same path as my father. His thirst for destruction is not mine."

The tension in the air was palpable, as Tien, Krillin, and Yamcha hesitated, unsure whether to trust the son of the monster they had all heard about in stories.

Naruto stepped forward, his voice firm. "Guys, trust me. I've known Piccolo since he was a toddler," he explained. "ChiChi and I trained with him at Kami's Lookout. He's not like his father."

ChiChi nodded in agreement, her tone was warm. "Piccolo's one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet."

Krillin, still eyeing Piccolo with suspicion, couldn't help but comment, "But he looks older than all of us. Way older."

Piccolo smiled, a hint of amusement flickering across his usually stoic face. "I may look older, but you'd be surprised to know my real age. I'm just six years old. In a few months, I'll be seven."

"Five… years… old?!" Krillin's voice cracked in disbelief.

"Yeah," ChiChi chimed in, shaking her head at Krillin's reaction. "It's hard to believe, but it's true."

Naruto crossed his arms, smirking slightly as he explained, "Apparently, Namekians grow a lot faster than humans. Plus, Piccolo inherited some leftover power from King Piccolo, which sped up his growth." Naruto added, glancing at Yamcha and the others, "And yes, Piccolo's an alien, just like me. In fact, Kami, the Guardian of Earth, is a Namekian too."

Yamcha blinked, processing the new information. "Alien?".

Krillin rubbed the back of his bald head, his mind reeling. "Man, that's a lot to take in."

Tien finally relaxed a bit. "If you trust him, Naruto, then I'll trust him too,".

"Me too," Chiaotzu echoed beside him.

Piccolo gave them a respectful nod. "Thank you. And thank you, Naruto, for standing up for me. You too, ChiChi."

Naruto smiled at his old friend. "No problem, buddy. What are friends for?"

Just then, a voice over the loudspeaker interrupted their conversation. "ATTENTION, ALL PARTICIPANTS! The qualifying matches will begin shortly! Please gather in the center!"

ChiChi stretched one last time and grinned. "Looks like it's time."

Naruto nodded, "We'll have plenty of time to catch up later. Right now, the best way to get to know a fellow martial artist is in the ring, fighting."

As the tournament announcer stepped up to the microphone, his voice echoed across the arena "Thank you for coming all the way to this Tournament, which is held once every five years. There are 80 participants this time, which is quite a decline compared to previous tournaments. This may be due to the fact that the last tournament was filled with tremendously high-level fighters."

Naruto, standing with his friends, started whistling innocently as if the comment was in no way related to him. ChiChi, catching the knowing smirk on his face, gently elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to stop with a sheepish grin.

"However, that also means that everyone here today has a fair shot at glory. The qualifying matches will begin after this lottery. Participants will be paired according to the numbers drawn."

Amid the excitement, Tien leaned over to Chiaotzu, speaking telepathically so no one else could hear. "Chiaotzu, listen to me. Spread our friends' numbers out! And make sure Piccolo gets placed in a different block. I want to see what he's really made of."

Chiaotzu nodded subtly, his eyes focusing as he used his telekinetic powers to discreetly manipulate the outcome of the lottery. "Got it," he responded confidently.

A few moments later, as the participants gathered with their lottery results, Krillin called out, "How'd it go, guys?"

Naruto raised his hand with a grin. "I'm #2! I've got the first fight in Block 1."

"I'm in the first half of Block 2," ChiChi said, her voice filled with anticipation. "What about everyone else?"

"The last half of Block 1," Yamcha said.

"And I'm in the last half of Block 2," added Tien.

Piccolo, standing nearby with his arms crossed, gave a slight nod. "It seems we've all been conveniently spread out."

Naruto grinned, looking around at his friends. "That means we won't have to fight each other until later rounds. If we all win the qualifying matches, we'll meet in the quarterfinals."

Krillin chuckled. "Talk about a lucky break."

The announcer's voice boomed again, signaling the start of the action. "We will now begin the qualifying matches to determine who will participate in the Quarter Final rounds of the Tournament!" He paused, scanning the crowd of fighters. "Okay, this is the first match in Block 1. You all know the rules: You lose if you fall outside the ring, lose consciousness, or give up voluntarily. But remember, killing your opponent results in immediate disqualification. Competitors #1 and #2, please enter the ring!"

Naruto's expression lit up. "Well, looks like I'm up," stepping into the ring. He eyed his opponent. Naruto sighed, already knowing how this would end.

As Tien observed from the sidelines, he crossed his arms and frowned slightly. "Well, now we get to see just how much Naruto improved."

"You too, huh?" Krillin matched Tien's curiosity.

Naruto stood in the ring, facing off against his opponent. He could feel the absence of any meaningful energy from the man before him. 'As I thought,' Naruto mused, stifling a yawn. "Everyone is a very skilled martial artist but barely any of my opponents here use ki at all. This is going to be over in a flash… So boring.'

It took no less than ten minutes for the first half of block 1 matches to finish. By the end of the last match, Naruto didn't even need to throw a punch, he simply released a small shockwave of energy, effortlessly blowing his opponent out of the ring.

"#2 wins!" the announcer shouted, though there was barely any excitement in his voice, it had all happened so quickly.

Yamcha shook his head in disbelief. "Man, we didn't get anything out of that. Naruto didn't even put any effort."

ChiChi smirked as her boyfriend hopped off the stage, joining them. "Looks like someone's a bit bored," she teased, playfully nudging his arm.

Naruto let out a lazy sigh. "Well, that was easy," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "Honestly, I'm getting kind of bored."

ChiChi gave a knowing smile. "See?" she said, gesturing to the others as if she'd been right all along making everyone chuckle.

It didn't take long for the other qualifying matches to conclude. One after another, ChiChi, Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien easily dispatched their opponents with a single, precise punch or kick. Piccolo, standing tall and silent, defeated his opponent just as easily as Naruto had, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Tien. His brow furrowed in frustration, sensing the immense power Piccolo had, but being unable to read him fully.

Meanwhile, Chiaotzu breezed through his matches using his telekinesis, barely breaking a sweat.

Now, only one block remained, Suddenly the announcer's voice cut through the air. "We need a medic here!" he shouted, his face pale with worry. They quickly made their way to the ring, curious about what had happened.

Standing tall in the center of the ring, was Mercenary Tao, or at least, what remained of him. His flesh was mostly gone, replaced by a black metallic body covered by his crane school Master uniform. The only part of him that still looked human was the lower half of his face. He looked like a knockoff version of Robo-cop.

"T-Tao?! But... how? You should be dead!" Tien's voice cracked with disbelief, his wide eyes locked on one of his former masters.

A sinister smile spread across Tao's face as he addressed his former student. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it... Tien?" His voice was laced with venom. Then, he turned his gaze to Naruto. "And you, Naruto. How have you been?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed. He clearly remembered their last encounter. "T-Tao Pai Pai! Didn't you die?!" Naruto exclaimed, the disbelief clear in his voice. He was sure his ki blast had obliterated the assassin years ago, leaving no chance for survival.

Tao's smug expression never faltered. "Don't be a fool! As if I would die so easily! Although…" His voice dipped. "I must admit, I did run into a bit of bad luck."

"Bad luck or badly beaten?" ChiChi retorted, her voice cutting through Tao's bravado like a hot knife through butter.

Tao's eyes twitched in annoyance. "Shut up! I wasn't beaten! I was just caught off guard!" he snapped.

Naruto chuckled. "Whatever lets you sleep at night, cyborg."

Tao smirked as if Naruto's jab had only fueled his ego further. "Glad you noticed," he said, gesturing to his mechanical body. "It took a great deal of time and effort from Dr. Gero to bring me back. As you can see, after my accident, I've been rebuilt… improved, even. I've grown stronger than ever before! I am now the ultimate killing machine! AH-HAHAHA!" His laughter echoed through the stadium, sending a chill down the other competitors' spines.

Naruto's expression darkened. "What do you want, Tao?".

"I want…" Tao began, but before he could finish, the referee hesitantly approached, clearly terrified but trying to maintain some order. "Um… could you step out of the ring? We need to move on to the next match…" he asked politely, voice shaking slightly.

Tao glared at him, his eyes filled with malice. "You will refrain from butting in!" he barked. "Unless, of course, you're eager for an early death." The referee recoiled, stumbling backward in fear and quickly retreating.

Tao turned back to Naruto, his voice filled with hate once again. "Now, where was I? Ah yes… I've come for revenge. An eye for an eye, if you know what I mean." His gaze shifted to Tien and Chiaotzu, his tone dripping with venom. "You two are next, after him. And I see you've joined the Turtle Hermit school. Bloody traitors."

Tien's fists clenched, his face a mixture of anger and regret. "I didn't join the Turtle Hermit school," he said, his voice firm. "I only realized that your and your brother's teachings were misguided, Tao. And Master Roshi has guided us to become true martial artists."

Tao scoffed, turning his attention back to Naruto. "Be prepared to die the next time we meet," he said coldly, before leaving out of their sight.

Krillin turned to Naruto, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Naruto, who is that guy?" he asked, his tone serious.

"Tao is an assassin," Naruto explained. "And he's also Crane Hermit's younger brother."

Krillin's eyes widened in realization. "So that makes him Tien and Chiaotzu's former Master!"

"Yeah," ChiChi added, arms crossed, still surprised by the encounter. "But Naruto defeated him years ago. I'm surprised he survived. And who is Dr. Gero?"

Naruto shook his head. "I'm not sure who Dr. Gero is. But if he was able to revive Tao with cybernetic enhancements, he must be some kind of scientist. But there's something weird about all this…"

ChiChi raised an eyebrow. "Weird how?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can't feel any ki from Tao. It's like he doesn't have any at all,"

"What?!" Krillin gasped. "That's impossible!"

ChiChi, frowning in confusion, closed her eyes to try to sense Tao's ki for herself. Before she could fully concentrate, Piccolo's voice cut in.

"Don't bother," Piccolo said, stepping forward. "I tried to sense Tao's ki several times, and I couldn't pick up on anything either. And I'm far more skilled at sensing ki than you and Naruto combined."

ChiChi glanced at Piccolo, then back at Naruto, her frown deepening. "How is that even possible?"

Naruto shrugged. "I have no idea," he admitted. "My guess is it has something to do with his cybernetic parts. Maybe they interfere with his ki energy." He paused, his mind racing. "I'll ask Bulma about it later. She might know something."

…

Outside the competition hall, chaos brewed as eager spectators crowded around, desperate to catch a glimpse of the preliminary rounds. The mass of people pushing against the guards who struggled to maintain order.

"Stop pushing! Stop pushing!" the guards yelled, but their commands fell on deaf ears. The crowd only pressed harder, shouting in frustration.

"Come on, you cheapskates!" one person bellowed. "What's the harm in letting us watch?!" another complained.

"Authorized personnel only! Please wait for the qualifying matches to end!"

Nearby, Bulma, with her arms crossed, watched the mob with annoyed exasperation. "What's the point of all this unnecessary pushing? It's the same thing every tournament."

Roshi stood beside her, "Most of them just want to see every fight. We were no different back in the day."

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the back of the crowd. A staff member weaved through the mob, shouting, "Move aside, please! Let the injured fighters through! Move aside!"

Bulma and Launch turned toward the disturbance. Their eyes widened as they saw several fighters being carried on stretchers. Their bodies were battered, bloodied, and bruised. Some looked barely alive. Bulma frowned, "It looks like this tournament is even more brutal than the last one," she said quietly.

Puar scanned the crowd for any sign of her Yamcha. "I hope Yamcha's okay," Puar whispered, her small voice trembling with fear.

Launch, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, turned to Roshi. "Who could've done this?" she asked. The tone in her voice wasn't just curiosity, but concern. There was something off about how severe the injuries looked.

Roshi observed the injured fighters being carried away. "Look at those bruises," he said gravely, pointing at the fighters as they passed. "Those were meant to kill."

Bulma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "But isn't killing grounds for immediate disqualification?"

"Yes. That's why whoever did this held back, just enough to keep from killing them outright."

Oolong, standing nearby, gulped nervously. "So, what you're saying is... there's a trained killer inside the tournament?"

Finished

Power Level

Naruto:? ( Age: 21)

Piccolo:? (Age:6. He will Be 7 in a few months.)

Bulma: 3000 (Age : 22)

ChiChi: ? (Age : 21)

Krillin: ? (Age : 19)

Tien: ?(Age : 24)

Chiaotzu: 4000( Age : 18)

Yamcha: ?( Age : Dont care )

Tao: ?