At that moment, Mr. Satan jumped down from the audience onto the stage.
"Dad!"
Mr. Satan nodded.
"Videl, even though you didn't win the championship this time, don't be discouraged. Dad believes in you. Next time, you'll definitely win!"
Videl nodded, "Dad, your match is coming up soon. You have to give it your all too!"
Mr. Satan smiled confidently.
"Don't worry. Dad will definitely bring home a championship for you!"
"Okay!"
As he spoke, Mr. Satan glanced to the side—and realized that Gohan, who had been standing there earlier, had somehow disappeared.
A short while later, the adult division matches officially began.
Goku and the others advanced easily to the quarterfinals. Mr. Satan was also fortunate enough not to encounter them and likewise advanced.
First quarterfinal: Mr. Satan vs. Spopovich. Mr. Satan won—barely.
Second quarterfinal: Tien Shinhan vs. Yamcha. Tien Shinhan won with ease.
Third quarterfinal: Son Goku vs. Chiaotzu. Goku won effortlessly.
Fourth quarterfinal: Piccolo vs. Krillin. Piccolo advanced without suspense.
The semifinals soon followed.
In the first semifinal, Piccolo faced Mr. Satan. Mr. Satan was decisively defeated.
Videl was surprised to see her father lose to Piccolo, but she quickly accepted it. After all, matches always have winners and losers.
In the second semifinal, Son Goku faced Tien Shinhan. As expected, Goku won.
The finals were set.
Son Goku vs. Piccolo.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The host's voice echoed across the arena.
"After an afternoon of intense matches, we have finally reached the finals! Please welcome our finalists—Son Goku and Piccolo!"
The host was visibly excited.
After eleven years, he never imagined he'd still get to witness Son Goku fight again. Back then, Goku's matches had been the most thrilling he'd ever seen.
"Son Goku… isn't he Gohan's father?" Videl asked.
Mr. Satan nodded.
Hearing that, Videl immediately looked toward the arena.
If Goku was fighting, then Gohan should be watching too.
"Videl, what are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Gohan."
"Gohan? The kid who beat you earlier? Videl, you're not falling for that brat, are you?" Mr. Satan immediately became alert.
His wife was gone, and now it was just him and his daughter. The thought of her being taken away by some other family's kid made him uneasy.
"Dad! What are you talking about? I just want to see if he's here!"
Videl scanned the crowd, but she couldn't find Gohan anywhere.
In reality, Gohan was present—but the venue was huge, packed with people, and he was short. He was easily lost in the crowd.
Not seeing him made Videl feel oddly disappointed. She regretted not asking for his address earlier. If she had, she could've challenged him again sometime.
On the stage, the battle between Goku and Piccolo had already begun.
Their speed was so overwhelming that the audience could barely follow their movements.
Even the host was completely baffled.
Still, despite not being able to see them clearly, everyone could feel the fierce gusts of wind and hear the thunderous crashes from their blows.
"Dad… what's going on? I can't see them at all!" Videl asked.
"It's a magic trick! All of it is just magic tricks!"
"Magic tricks?"
"Yes! They must've prepared some special cloth that matches the color of the arena tiles!"
"Cloth?"
"That's right! While no one was looking, they covered themselves with it—that's how they disappeared!"
"Is that really possible?" Videl looked doubtful.
Whoosh—!
At that moment, both figures suddenly appeared in midair.
"They're in the sky!" A spectator shouted excitedly.
"In the sky?!" Videl looked up, "Dad, what about this now?"
"Projection! Or fishing line! They must be using wires! There's no way normal people can fly! Magic tricks! It's all magic tricks!"
Mr. Satan said loudly, cold sweat forming on his forehead. In truth, even he didn't believe his own explanation.
But he couldn't admit ignorance—not in front of his daughter. If he did, his mighty image in her eyes would collapse instantly.
"Projection… fishing line?" Videl stared at the sky hundreds of meters above.
Projection at that height was impossible. As for fishing line, that made even less sense.
If they were being lifted, there would have to be an aircraft—and she hadn't heard any engine noise at all.
Boom!!
Suddenly, Piccolo's body shot downward like a meteor.
"Thud—!"
Just before hitting the ground, Piccolo twisted and landed firmly on the stage.
The floor cracked like a spiderweb.
Whoosh—!
Goku used Instant Transmission, appearing behind Piccolo.
Piccolo sensed danger and leaped forward—but Goku's right fist sent him flying out of the arena.
"Contestant Piccolo is eliminated!" The host shouted excitedly.
"Contestant Son Goku is victorious! Congratulations to Son Goku for winning the World Martial Arts Tournament championship once again! He will receive a prize of one million dollars!"
"One million!" Chi-Chi jumped to her feet in joy.
Goku immediately returned to the stage.
"Piccolo, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Piccolo brushed the dust off his clothes.
"Great! Then let's go find Gohan and the others—I'll treat everyone to a meal!"
"…"
Piccolo was speechless.
"I'm a Namekian. I only need water."
"That's fine! Even if you don't eat, you can still—"
"Alright." Piccolo sighed and agreed.
...
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