47 Galactic Tournament[3]

"For now, the four fighters who would go to the Battle Islands were Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, and Vegeta.

They were put in a small replica of a spaceship and launched directly into the island designated for them.

Each of them would be apart from each other. The competition was that they would have to defeat an 'alien fighter' and proceed to the elevator.

They could fight each other on the way if they ever encounter one because the winner would be the first to board the elevator and fight against Mr. Satan.

The four were a bit intrigued by it. They knew that there was no way for the production to have actual aliens here.

No, by this point, it may be true since the four were kind of aliens here, and the other four were supposed to be human. So, the event is not totally wrong.

"Look Trunks, Papa is on TV. If he wins, he will take you guys on a vacation this time," Bulma was talking with her son, who was playing with Kail.

"Eh? Serious? I want to go too." Tights said, picking up her curiosity.

"Not you, Sis. You are going out of the planet for a few weeks, right? You already said it to him."

"Eh~It can be delayed. It's just a trip to improve my book. Nothing too serious."

Bulma arched her eyebrow at her sister. "Coming from someone who treats that book like her own life. Yeah, I don't believe it."

"Can you blame me? It's fun to do, and it is a huge success."

"Yes, I can. Especially when you based the heroine on you and killed off her sister at the start when she was almost saved by the protagonist!"

"Details, Sis, details. The story needs a bit of drama after all." Tights laughed a bit.

Bulma snorted and went back to look at Vegeta's screen.

He was in a volcanic area, much like a blazing inferno.

'What a shit place. Now, how do I find the others? We can fight each other or take on paper, rock, and scissors to decide the winner.' 'At least on that, they will have some chances…Mm?'

He looked ahead of him and noticed a shadow there. He didn't know if their Ki are just that small or if they were hiding.

They were not close, but not so far away, as they seemed to have noticed him too.

"You have 10 seconds before my patience runs out. If I wanted a blind date, I would have chosen a better place."

The person laughed a bit before showing up in front of him. If he wished, he could have gone ahead and just knocked out the person. Although he was always on alert, his mind right now was in a more relaxed state.

He doesn't believe there is, for now, any person stronger than him on this planet.

And that's true, as he found the Ki of this person, a girl, in front of him, too weak to even be sensed.

Standing in front of him was a woman who had long, curly orange hair, bluish skin, blue eyes, and pointed ears.

She pushed her hair behind her ears and smiled at him.

Inside the cube, Mr. Satan rose from his seat and looked at the other's monitor. On every single one of them, what appeared was the same blueish skin with orange hair character. They were different from gender to height.

Yet one could see that they were from the same race.

"Who are these people!?" He asked almost screaming. He does not know them. They were not his pupils.

'Where are my pupils!?' He looked to an event coordinator and shook his head.

Mr. Satan swallowed hard and looked at the monitor again. He can't cause a ruckus; if he does, his fans will know that the entire event is a charade, and the sponsor will be unhappy.

For now, he needs to let things follow their course.

Vegeta looked at the woman and squinted his eyes. Though he may not know her name, he knows who she was.

"I see that you guys already made your way here."

The girl smiles, but she lifts her eyebrow in a bit of surprise. "I never knew that our reputation would come to this backward planet. Though it's to be expected, it is us after all."

Vegeta chuckles at her remark. He was contemplating whether or not Bojack and his crew would make an appearance. Although he doesn't know all the events, he is aware that Bojack would likely show up at this tournament.

He had planned to confront Bojack either at the end of the tournament or in the final match and then return home. Alternatively, he could let Gohan and Goku deal with him, but he fears that such an intervention might alter the course of events, similar to what happened with the Androids. So for now, he intends to watch from the sidelines.

But now, one of Bojack's henchwomen has confronted him directly.

"I assume your friends are with the others too...Fine, state your wishes. Although you may die here today, at least this Prince will hear your last words," Vegeta declares, confident in his abilities.

"Hehehe~ What a cute prince. But that is a bit presumptuous, you know. Most girls don't like a man who only barks," the girl teases, her demeanor still playful.

"Usually they end up knowing that I do more than bark and bite," Vegeta smirks back, revealing his own amusement.

The girl surprisingly grins at that response, clearly enjoying the banter. She then prepares to fight Vegeta seriously.

Meanwhile, at Bulma and Tights' location:

"Ahh~ Vegie is fighting against a woman... And that smile... tch," Tights commented first.

"Give me a break~ The house is almost full already...."

Chi Chi, observing their exchange, looks puzzled and asks, "Is there any problem there? She is just an opponent."

Both women laugh in response, understanding their husbands' tendencies all too well.

As Vegeta prepares to face the orange-haired girl, the others are engaged in their respective battles.

Gohan faces a small opponent, around him the scenario was surrounded by toys, and he was trying to evade the guy's blasts with agility. He and the others are confused by the sudden aggressive attacks, as they are unaware of Bojack's crew and their intentions.

"Why are you attacking with murderous intention?! It will be a problem if innocent people get hurt," Gohan scolds his adversary, attempting to reason with him.

The midget alien smirks and replies, "Why? Because this is a fight, isn't it? Fighting to death is our way of solving problems."

Gohan frowns at it. It was supposed to be a fun tournament where he would show his father all his progress.

But now someone is trying to tarnish it.

Gohan slap a blast away and looked at him.

"I see. Then, don't blame me for this." He powers up and prepared to fight him.

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On Goku's side, he was confused as well. He found himself in a dune field and was walking around when a guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing Goku to fly a bit to avoid a collision.

It wasn't the guy's appearance that confused Goku, but rather the fact that he could sense the guy's murderous intent. "I thought killing was against the rules in this tournament," Goku asked, growing wary of the stranger's intentions.

"The rules don't apply to us. So be a good person and drop dead," the bluish-skinned, orange-haired guy replied, donning attire that resembled that of a pirate.

Goku arched his eyebrows and responded, "You seem too weak, but maybe a warm-up would be good for both of us."

Annoyed, the guy's vein appeared on his head as he charged at Goku. Undeterred, Goku met the strange fighter head-on.

Meanwhile, on Piccolo's side, he found himself in a flower and river field, eyeing a guy sitting on a tree. The guy was eating something and smirking at Piccolo.

Without any warning, the guy unsheathed his sword and swung it at Piccolo, who quickly stepped back to evade the attack who hit and split the ground in 2.

Piccolo studied the mysterious person before him, trying to piece together the situation. "Assuming that you're using a weapon that was prohibited in this tournament, you're not here to win. So I have to ask, what is your objective?"

The strange guy smiled and replied, "Objectives? Just doing what the Boss told me to. There's nothing deep about it."

"...I see. Then, never mind your name, and you won't need to know mine," Piccolo responded calmly.

The mysterious fighter laughed and discarded the fruit he was eating, then charged at Piccolo with full force.