Martial Arts Tournament, restaurant.
"Crack, crack."
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"Babble, babble."
The dining table has become a different kind of battlefield, but only two Saiyans, Son Goku and Vegeta, are eating and drinking, and plates and bowls that are cleaner than freshly washed plates are piled up together.
Krillin and Eighteen had already eaten their fill, and now they just ordered some tea. Piccolo... Are Namekians used to eating Earth food? This guy has basically not touched anything.
"Hey, so you're here."
After watching the game, Son Gohan and Videl came to the restaurant, and sure enough, everyone was here.
"Gohan, I've ordered yours for you, let's eat together," Son Goku poked his head out of the pile of food and said to Son Gohan and continued to fight.
"Oh, okay."
From two Saiyans to three, the speed at which the food was consumed increased. It was a pity for the chefs of the martial arts tourney, who were so exhausted preparing the food. It was so hard.
"Is the stomach of a Saiyan... a bottomless pit?" Krillin said calmly, watching the eating of Sun Wukong and the other two.
You and Sun Wukong grew up together, what do you think? But I am very curious about how Sun Wukong's family solves the problem of three meals a day. Relying on the pitiful prize money of the martial arts competition, it is impossible. The stomach of a Saiyan is only 500,000. It should not be enough.
After eating and drinking, Sun Wukong patted his slightly swollen abdomen with a satisfied look, "Ha, I am so full!"
Uh, as a dead person, you can feel hunger and fullness.
"Why don't you eat, are you losing weight?" Sun Wuhan asked Videl naively.
Videl: ... (No, seeing your eating, I feel full)
Piccolo, who was walking in the front, raised his eyebrows slightly and stopped his steps. Seeing Piccolo stopped, the group also stopped.
Standing on the road where a few people pretended to be cool... Uh, no, I mean that there were two people in strange clothes blocking the way forward.
The tall one has a red face and skin, and a very serious expression, with his hands behind his back like a bodyguard; the short one has gray-blue skin, and a kinder expression than the tall one, with his hands hanging naturally, but the difference is that he is floating on the ground.
Sun Wukong: ...
Piccolo: ...
Bidi Lidai frowned slightly, "That person can also dance in the air!"
"Hello, I guess you are Sun Wukong," the short man said to Sun Wukong indifferently.
"Do you know me," Sun Wukong asked blankly.
"I have heard about you and I really want to compete with you. I have also passed the preliminaries and hope to fight with you," the short man said, "Of course, I can't guarantee that I can beat you, but I am very curious about how powerful you are. Come, let's shake hands first."
Seeing the short man extending his hand in good faith, Sun Wukong also extended his hand and shook it with the other party, "Please take care of me."
Touching the other party's hand, Sun Wukong's originally playful expression suddenly changed.
A strange smile appeared on the short man's face, and he let go of his hand and said with a smile, "As rumored, he has unfathomable strength."
"Goodbye." The short man turned away and took the tall man away. The tall man didn't say a word the whole time.
"Who is he... Lao Sun?" Piccolo said, looking at the backs of the two.
"Not sure..." Sun Wukong also looked at the backs of the two, "but at least it is certain that it is not easy to win this game."
"Not really, just a weirdo," Krillin looked at the backs of the two, but didn't feel any difference.
"They don't seem to be from Earth," Piccolo said solemnly.
Nonsense, when have you ever seen an Earthling look like that? It's like you didn't know you were a Namekian before.
"Forget it, let's go quickly, the draw ceremony is about to begin," Krillin said with his hands in his pockets.
Martial Arts Tournament, backstage.
"Everyone, all the contestants are here, and now we will draw lots to determine the order of appearance. Please come up and draw lots when you hear your name," said the blond referee.
"God, please bless me that my first round opponent must not be these guys," Krillin clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.
"Isn't Dendy a god?" Piccolo said seriously.
It seems that there are no other masters except those two. Sun Wukong looked around and understood, but when his eyes swept over the two bald men with a black "M" on their foreheads, Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows. These two people's eyes were too fierce.
When Sun Wukong looked at a masked man, he was stunned. Is this guy also a shortlisted contestant? His height is obviously disproportionate.
This masked man is of course a joint impersonation of Sun Wutian and Trunks. Unlike the original, this time it is Sun Wutian who leads the upper body and Trunks who acts as the lower body. However, no matter how the two four-headed bear kids change, their short arms and legs cannot be changed. Normal people can see at a glance that the proportions are completely wrong.
"Now, start drawing lots in order." The referee said, looking at the form in his hand.
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