The days leading up to the tournament flies by in a flurry of intense training and anticipation.
Goku: Alright, Goten!
Show me what you’ve got!
*He takes a fighting stance, grinning widely.*
Goten: You’ve asked for it, Dad!
*He launches forward, his tail whipping behind him for balance.*
The sounds of fists colliding echoes through the air, and adds to the meadow’s song, as father and son spar.
Chichi: Goku!
Goten!
Dinner’s ready!
*She calls from the house, her voice carrying across the field.*
Goku: Food…
Let’s go, son!
*He immediately drops his stance, making their way down the slope towards the house.*
Goten: Hey, Dad?
I’ve invited Valese to join us for the tournament.
She said yes!
*He fidgets with his tail as they walk.*
Goku: That’s great, Goten!
You seem really happy around her.
*Goku pats his son’s shoulder, smiling warmly.*
At the dinner table, the atmosphere shifts as Goten shares his news.
Chichi: YOU DID WHAT!?
Goten, this is a family event!
Not a place for huffies to stand around looking important!
*She slams her chopsticks down, glaring at her son.*
Goten: But Mom, I want her to see what our family’s all about!
*His tail droops slightly under her stern gaze.*
Chichi: Hmph.
I still think that you can do much better.
*She turns back to her food, muttering under her breath.*
The day of the tournament arrives, bringing excitement and nervous energy.
Trunks: Ready to get your butt kicked, Goten?
*He adjusts his purple headband, smirking at his friend.*
Goten: In your dreams, buddy!
I’ve been training non-stop.
*He puffs out his chest, tail swishing proudly behind him.*
Bulla: Don’t forget about me, boys!
I’m taking that trophy home.
*She cracks her knuckles, grinning widely.*
Pan: Not if I have anything to say about it, Bulla.
*She bounces on her toes, eyes gleaming with anticipation.*
As the young fighters gather; Goku, Vegeta and Mr.
Satan watch from the sidelines.
Vegeta: Hmph.
Let’s see if these brats can put on a decent show.
*He crossed his arms, a hint of pride in his eyes as he watches Bulla and Trunks.*
Goku: Aw, come on Vegeta!
This’ll be fun.
Maybe we can sneak in some training while we watch?
*He elbows Vegeta, grinning mischievously.*
Mr.
Satan: Ha ha ha…
Let the young ones have their moment.
They’re learning from the best, after all.
*He strikes a heroic pose, drawing sighs from Goku and Vegeta.*
As the announcer calls for the fighters to gather, a familiar face appeared in the crowd.
Valese: Goten!
Over here…!
*She waves enthusiastically, beaming at her boyfriend.*
Goten: Valese, you’ve made it!
*His tail wags furiously as he rushes to greet her.*
Chichi: Hmph.
Let’s hope she doesn’t distract him too much.
*She watches the couple with narrowed eyes.*
Goku: Aw, Chichi, give her a chance, look how happy our boy is.
*He wraps an arm around his wife, gently squeezing her shoulders.*
As the tournament begins, the air crackles with energy and anticipation.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 30th World’s Martial Arts Tournament!