Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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"Trunks, knock that idiot down!" Bulma yelled at Trunks in the ring.

"Hmph, how boring!" The fat woman glared at Bulma.

“You are!” Bulma made a face at the fat woman.

"The game begins!" the referee announced loudly.

"Hehe! Come on, you brat, I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Itasha said confidently, assuming a fighting stance.

"You annoying bastard, I'm going to beat you so badly you won't have a word to say!" Trunks was annoyed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he swept Idasha to the ground with a shovel kick.

Idasha was stunned.

"boom!"

Trunks kicked again, sending Idasha flying high into the air.

Idasha fell from the sky in shock, landing headfirst and immediately losing consciousness.

The obese woman was dumbfounded; her expression was even worse than if she had eaten shit.

"Hmph, getting angry over such trivial matters, I'm really childish." Trunks snorted and turned to leave the arena.

"Ugh... He's fainted! Trunks wins!" the referee announced excitedly.

The audience was stunned.

Are all kids these days this fierce?

“Ah… Itasha!” the obese woman exclaimed.

“Hehe, my son won.” Bulma taunted from the side.

The obese woman glared at Bulma viciously.

This woman is so hateful!

Should I teach her a lesson?

"Sigh... There was a lull before Goten and Trunks started fighting." Krillin sighed softly after seeing the situation.

"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded with a smile.

"Hmph." Vegeta chuckled, looking confident.

"My turn in the next match." Goten grinned at Trunks.

"I've said it before, I want to compete against adults!" Trunks sighed like a little adult. "So it just means it'll be a fight between the two of us. Although I really want to compete against you... our match can take place anytime!"

"Hehe." Sun Wutian scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

Several more matches were played.

"Let's continue with match 16, between 14-year-old Igos and 7-year-old Son Goten," the referee announced.

Igors was Idasha's brother.

"Igor, don't be as careless as your brother, or you'll be in big trouble!" the fat woman shouted.

"Go for it, Goten!" Chi-Chi shouted at the top of her lungs.

The obese woman was stunned for a moment, then became furious. Her face darkened as she said, "It's those bastards' sons again! My noble son actually wants to compete with him! How disgusting!"

"Oh? He really looks like that silly boy from earlier. Is he his younger brother?" Bulma asked with a smile.

"There will absolutely not be a second miracle. This kid is definitely going to suffer. Just you wait and see!" the fat woman said, furious.

Sun Wutian bowed to Igors opposite him.

This is a matter of etiquette during the competition.

In the earliest days, when Sun Wukong participated in the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament, he did not perform this ceremony.

Later, Sun Wukong met his grandfather, Old Gohan, who had returned from the underworld. Old Gohan told him that he should bow before the match.

Since then, Sun Wukong has always bowed before the competition, a practice that continues to this day.

Seeing Sun Wukong bow to him, Igors's face showed a strong sense of confidence, and he subconsciously thought that Sun Wukong was nervous.

When the audience saw Sun Wutian's face, they immediately started whispering among themselves.

"Hey, don't you guys feel like...we've seen this person somewhere before..."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem like I've seen him somewhere before, especially his unique hairstyle."

"But where have I seen this before?"

"Could it be that we met during the Cell Games?" someone suddenly wondered.

"Don't joke around. This child is only 7 years old this year. The Cell Games were held 7 years ago... Back then, this child was just a single cell."

The crowd at the scene discussed it animatedly, but in the end, they couldn't come to any conclusion.

"The match begins!" the referee announced.

"A kid like you won't get any good results in the competition!" Igor sneered, throwing a punch at Son Goten. "Take this killer punch!"

"Snapped!"

Sun Wukong simply extended a finger and easily blocked the fist that Igors was attacking.

Igor was stunned, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

This kid is even stronger than I imagined!

"Hey!" Igors launched another kick at Sun Wutian, which was easily blocked by Sun Wutian once again.

"Let's get serious. Have you not eaten?" Sun Wutian was a little disappointed.

Igors felt a pang of heartache at that moment.

I was actually looked down upon by a 7-year-old child.

"Hmph, you'll regret this soon!" Igors moved his legs back and forth on the ring, assuming an offensive stance.

"Ah! Igor is finally getting serious!" the fat woman exclaimed excitedly.

"Whoaaah!"

Igor rushed forward and launched a fierce attack on Sun Wutian.

“I’ve had enough fun,” Sun Wukong said, punching Igoros in the chin.

Igor was completely stunned.

The scene was deathly silent.

"He's fainted! Sun Wukong wins!" The referee stepped forward to check and immediately announced.

"Lulala!" Bulma kept making faces at the fat woman.

The obese woman's face looked like she had eaten shit again, extremely ugly.

A brief period of preparation.

The obese woman grew angrier and angrier, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. She bared her teeth and claws and charged at Bulma.

"boom!"

Qiqi acted swiftly, knocking the obese woman unconscious with a single punch.

"Goten won... Goten is no ordinary person either, easily defeating a 14-year-old opponent! Who are you all?" Videl asked in surprise.

"Well... how should I put it..." Gohan scratched his head.

“I don’t want you to keep anything from me. Can you tell me the truth?” Bidili asked earnestly.

"Well... actually, my dad is a Saiyan," Son Gohan answered truthfully.

"Saiyan? What does that mean?" Videl didn't quite understand.

“My dad comes from the distant planet Vegeta, which means he’s an alien,” Gohan explained.

"Huh? Are you aliens?" Videl was stunned. She quickly grabbed Gohan's hand, examined his body carefully, and even stroked him several times.

Son Gohan's face turned red instantly.

Bidel, are you serious about that?

"Huh? I feel like Gohan is no different from an ordinary Earthling," Videl muttered to herself.

“My dad is a Saiyan, and my mom is an Earthling,” Gohan replied.

"Huh? So... you're a half-blood!" Videl stared blankly at Son Gohan.

"Yes...yes." Son Gohan nodded.

"What are the characteristics of Saiyans?" Videl suddenly became interested.

"According to Uncle Vegeta, Saiyans are a warrior race, born with the ability to fight," Gohan explained.

"Uncle Vegeta? Is that the uncle with the pointy hair? The one who got rubbed into the ground by the green uncle?" Videl asked.

Son Gohan, his forehead beaded with sweat, nodded slightly.

Uncle Vegeta, this image of you no longer exists in Videl's eyes.

"The fighting nation?" Videl pondered, then suddenly remembered something, her eyes brightening as she asked, "You just said your father's planet is called Planet Vegeta? Is that uncle with the pointy hair also named Vegeta?"

"That's because... he's the prince of the Saiyans." Gohan forced a smile.

"Huh? He's a prince!" Videl exclaimed in surprise, shaking her head slightly. "He doesn't look like one at all. He's too short and not handsome at all... I think Uncle Goku looks more like a prince."

Sun Wufan: "..."

Son Gohan scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Videl, you're so eloquent...

I don't know how to respond to what you're saying.

"So, does the Saiyan planet still exist? Will you go back there in the future?" Videl asked with a worried expression.

“It’s already destroyed…” Son Gohan sighed.

"Destroyed? Exploded?" Bidel was stunned.

“Yes.” Son Gohan nodded. “There are very few Saiyans left.”