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"The Basics of the turtle school martial arts are now encompassed within your body because of the training you two have been doing your best for the last 7 months." Master Roshi said.

"It seems like you have not noticed yourself yet but your sight, fists, legs and even your thinking have gotten a massive increase in performance." Master Roshi said to the two boys who were speechless after hearing his words.

"You don't strive in martial arts to win, you strive not to lose. For you to achieve this kind of feat you should use those basics that you learned and develop your fighting style. You cannot win this upcoming tournament."

"You are not strong enough to win it just yet. So try to improve yourself doing this tournament and forget about small things like winning." Master Roshi said to the two boys.

They looked at each other while smiling and bowed their head to the master roshi.

......

At a faraway snowy mountain.

"Why are we here anyway?" Yamcha said to hasky as she leads him to the top of the mountain.

"So what do you think," Hasky asked as she ignored Yamcha.

"Hmm. What are you asking about?" Yamcha asked her.

Although he struggles to talk to her when they first started their journey after a few months he started to become less shy towards her and started to be able to hold on to a normal conversation with her.

This was primarily because of Hasky's outgoing personality.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to become strong so that you could participate in the world martial art tournament?" Hasky asked.

"Yeah. So?" Yamcha asked her what she means.

"Did you feel that you have become stronger because of this trip?" She asked.

"Huh? So just because of those words you dragged me here?" Yamcha said in shock.

"What is the problem? Didn't you want to become a good material artist? I thought martial artists are supposed to be obsessed with training. You almost sound like you are too lazy to become a proper martial artist." Hasky said to Yamcha.

"Haha." Yamcha laughs as he started to become embarrassed.

......

In the red ribbon headquarters. The top red ribbon on members is having a meeting.

There were six members and they were sitting at a round table that has seven chairs. Dr gero was not included in this meeting as he acts more as a scientist rather than a general.

Turles, Silver, Gold, Pink, Violet and White are all present with only one empty chair.

"So you are telling me to participate in the World martial arts tournament to beat up a kid that looked like you," White said to Turles in a serious tone.

"But seriously you two looked exactly alike. Are you sure that you two aren't related?" Pink said as she looked at the picture of Son Goku.

"He is kind of cute too." Pink followed it up.

"We are not related. But we are from the same race." Turles said. Thinking that it's not a big deal to reveal that he is not from Earth.

"But why are you telling us to hunt down these people? And it's not even to eliminate and kill them. Just to beat them to the point they understand their weakness? What exactly are you planning here?" Violet said to Turles in an antagonistic tone.

She was following his order only because she was on his payroll and didn't have any loyalty to him.

Pictures of Yamcha, Krillin, Tien and Chaiotzu are displayed on the table. With a hologram world map with red dots flashing.

The pictures were taken by the small bug-like androids with a camera attached that Dr gero sent out.

Turles described the appearance of the martial artists and the group that they belong to from his memory and Dr gero help him get the pictures of them.

"I wanted to push them so that they will become strong. Strong enough to the point that I can live a fulfilling life when everything is said and done." Turles said.