Dragon Ball: The Strongest Goten

In daily life, Son Gohan is so bored that he wants to be a Saiyan Superman, which makes Son Goten speechless. Videl will think that you have taken his job. Although he is wearing that stupid clothes, Son Gohan is still discovered by Videl.

"Teach me to fly," Videl asked Son Gohan to teach her on the rooftop of the school, "otherwise I will let everyone know the true identity of the Saiyan Superman."

"I, I, I, I, I can't teach you," Son Gohan sweated profusely. Damn, what the hell is this? I still have to study and practice.

Videl's lips curled up with a triumphant smile. After all, flying is the dream of every human being, especially flying in the air without any external force.

"Then it's settled," Videl chuckled, "I'll go back to you tomorrow."

Son Gohan looked bitter. What a big deal.

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"Oh, right," as if remembering something, Videl said again, "Gohan-kun, I hope you will attend the world's first martial arts tournament in a month."

"World's first martial arts tournament," Son Gohan scratched his head in confusion. In his impression, there was no world's first martial arts tournament, but that's right. The world's first martial arts tournament has not been held since the battle between Son Goku and Piccolo that year, and the organizers were afraid that such an incident would happen again. This time, it is estimated that it has come out of the shadow.

"I remember the first prize is 10 million," Videl said, which made Son Gohan raise his eyebrows. His family has been running out of money in recent years. If he wins, it may be able to solve the urgent problem.

"Okay, then I'll go first," Son Gohan changed into the costume of the Saiyan Superman and said goodbye to Videl in the air.

Son Gohan did not go back directly, but took a detour to the Universal Capsule Company.

"I see, the world's number one martial arts tournament," Bulma's beautiful eyes flashed with memories, and she turned her head to look at Son Gohan and said, "So Gohan, you want to participate in the martial arts tournament, do you want me to find a way to solve the identity problem?"

"Yes, Aunt Bulma," Son Gohan said.

"No problem, just modify the helmet a little bit," Bulma chuckled, this was not a problem for her genius girl, and it happened that Trunks and Vegeta had just come out of the training room.

"Hey, Trunks, Uncle Vegeta," Son Gohan smiled and greeted them.

"Brother Gohan, why are you here," Trunks asked in confusion.

Son Gohan explained to them, and Vegeta snorted and ignored Son Gohan. In his opinion, those guys on Earth were not as good as his punch, and he might as well practice more with that time. He also saw that Son Gohan's strength was no longer comparable to that of seven years ago. Compared with Gohan seven years ago, Gohan now is 100% abused.

"The world's number one martial arts tournament, I also want to participate," at this time, the familiar voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"Goku."

"Dad."

"Kakarot."

Bulma, Son Gohan and Vegeta recognized the owner of the voice. Bulma and Son Gohan were delighted, and Vegeta was stunned for a while, "Kakarot, what, are you interested in that martial arts tournament."

"Hehe, yes," Son Goku's voice came again, this time with a silly smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you guys, and I can go back to the human world for a day, just in time to meet you."

"Dad, you can really come back," Son Gohan said with joy.

"Of course."

"Hehe, that's fine, Kakarot, you want to participate in that martial arts tournament, then I will participate too," Vegeta said with a wicked smile.

"Then let's meet on the day of the martial arts tournament," Son Goku didn't say anything after making an appointment with him.

"Then I'll go back and tell mom the news. See you on the day of the martial arts tournament," Son Gohan greeted, and an orange-yellow somersault cloud descended from the sky and took Son Gohan to Baozi Mountain.

Only Trunks looked confused. Who was the owner of that voice just now? Why did Dad and Mom act like this?

At night, Baozi Mountain.

"Nani," a voice like a lion roaring in the east sounded on Baozi Mountain, and the deafening sound scared away many birds that were roosting.

"Gohan, you are telling the truth. Goku is really coming back," Chi-Chi didn't care about the horrible sound she just made, and excitedly grabbed Gohan tightly. Son Gohan nodded with an awkward smile.

Son Goku is coming back, and there are only a few days left. Son Goten silently devoured the food on the table. The day when Son Goku returns is the day when Majin Buu breaks the seal. And that Broly who doesn't know where he is, damn, the anime didn't introduce Broly too much, otherwise I could kill Broly who is still sleeping now.

Sun Wutian thought so, but was suddenly picked up by the excited Chi-Chi, "Speaking of which, Wutian hasn't met his father yet, he must be looking forward to it."

"?" Sun Wutian rolled his eyes. Come on, as a time traveler, how could I not have seen Sun Wukong? I know him better than you, even if I don't know, I can guess it by looking in the mirror every day.

However, Sun Wutian is still looking forward to meeting Sun Wukong, his current father. After all, in the anime, they are separated by a screen, wouldn't it be better to have zero-distance contact?

In the glacier thousands of miles away, the frozen man murmured unconsciously, "Ka... Ka... Luo... Te."

If Sun Wutian knew about this, he would definitely complain, damn, you love my dad so much, and love him so deeply, why the hell don’t you just fly?